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- Min Yoongi's POV -

It was Monday, 1st of May. I've been lying in this hospital room for fucking ages. If I wasn't shot in the head I'd probably be put in a prison cell right now, so at least I have a warm and comfy bed to lie on.

The policemen told me that today my lawyer would be paying me a visit, and that I should wake up extra early - which I did. It's now 11am and no one's turned up, until.

"Yoongi." A sudden friendly voice came bustling through the door, carrying a box loaded with things. "Haven't seen you in a while, how are things?"
"Jimin?" I mumbled. "What are you doing here?"
"Bringing you your stuff from the dorm." He smiled. "I thought you'd need them." He then placed them down onto my lap, hard, causing me to recoil slightly.

Ouch. That hurt.

"You're not my lawyer are you?" I joked, and I heard him laugh.
"No, course not." He laughed. "He'll be here soon. I volunteered to help explain everything to him since you're in such a poor condition."
"B-But I'm fine.." I stuttered, causing Jimin to stare me down, then move closer to me, poking my head.

"Ow- fuck- what are you doing!?" I cried out, trying to push him away with my one hand. He grabbed me by the wrist with one hand, squeezed it tight, then slowly but harshly dug his nails into my skin. I felt so weak, so helpless. Because I was in a coma for a month my muscles had deteriorated since I hadn't used them, and was as weak as a baby at this point.

"Being hurt by someone you thought was your friend isn't very fun is it." He whispered, glaring at me from under his bangs. I shook my head, and he let go.
"See, you don't seem fine to me." He smiled. "Minseo's doing a lot for you, so your ungrateful ass better fucking cooperate." We stayed silent for a while, and Jimin moved away from the bed, pacing round the room.

"Did you really think you could get away with it all?" He scoffed. "I really can't believe you. You were my hyung, yet you just used me, manipulated me, made everyone believe I was the bad person." He took a deep breath. "I was metaphorically, and literally, shot in the back by you, and I'm now one kidney down at 22 years old."

There was another long silence.

"If it were up to me I'd let you rot in prison for your entire life." He spat, which sent a cold shiver down my spine. "But no, Minseo doesn't want that. For some fucking reason she doesn't want you to suffer, so here I am, bailing you out of this fucking mess."

"W-What..?" I stuttered.
"Oh yeah, I'm not here to send you to your fucking death, I'm here to save your ass." My eyes widened with shock. Minseo wants to save me?

"When you get outta jail I better see you kissing her fucking feet for the rest of eternity you scumbag."

Moments later a man in a suit walked in, and formally introduced himself.
"Let's begin then, shall we." Jimin smiled, sitting down in the chair next to my bed.

- Jeon Jungkook's POV -

"Jungkook, Mingyu!" Minho called us into his office. "The autopsy result of the recent suicide case has come back. Do you wanna read it?" He handed us the paper, and the pair of us read through the information.

Name: Kwon Donghan
Date of Birth: 19/06/87
Race: Korean
Age: 33
Sex: Male

I didn't need a recollection of what I already saw, and skipped the external and internal examinations.

Time of Death: Body temperature, rigor and livor mortis and stomach contents approximate the time of death between 6:30 and 11:30 P.M. on 26/04/17.
Immediate Cause of Death: Combined Asphyxia and Venous Congestion
Manner of Death: Suicide