Pastel ≒ Y.G ~ H.S (✔️)

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"WHAT THE HELL , TAE?!"

"Come on, we gotta go!"

"Wait, we can't just leave him!" The two boys in front of him stopped running, looking back at the male with wide eyes filled with panic. "What?"

"We can't leave him to bleed out! We gotta—"

"He'll be fine, the longer we're there the more trouble we'll get into." One of his younger friends said, the other boy beside him nodding. "Are you serious—" he was going to continued, but then he heard faint sirens in the distance, did they really come that fast?

"See help is already on their way, now. Let's go, get far away from here."

"But-"

"We'll go back to our school and you'll go back to yours, deal?" He sighed, looking at the two in front of him as he ran his fingers through his pink hair, debating on if he should stay or go. "Deal."

He looked at the male when he felt someone squeeze his shoulder. "We'll be fine, Taemin."

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Jimin nearly fell out of the bed when Taemin suddenly jumped up, his eyes wide as he started to hyperventilate. "Hey, are you okay? What happened?"

"Huh? What?" Taemin said in between his breaths he was obviously panicking, "Are you Okay?" Jimin asked, slowly this time to make sure Taemin could understand him, Taemin nodded almost immediately, moving away from Jimin and standing from his bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine...I'll be back, okay?" He said, Jimin gave him a look but nodded, watching as his boyfriend left the room, closing the door behind him. "That was weird." He mumbled to himself, looking around the dark room.

He frowned at the thought once again about going through Taemins things, but ever since they've started hanging out at his house again, and ending up sleeping with eachother, which ended up in Jimin staying the night. He's been able to look through Taemins things one at a time to find out where he put that bag with the knife in it. He needed answers, one way or another.

He's looked everywhere whenever Taemin was out of the room, in the drawers, under the bed, looking for secret passages. Anything he could think off. The only place he hasn't really had time to check was the closet. Since it's mostly clothes and a few shoe boxes. I'd be hard to look through everything without getting caught.

Jimin decided not to waste any time, he quickly stood and moved over to Taemins closet, hoping he'd be able to easily find what he was looking for.

He pushed all the jackets and clothes out of the way, opening every box he could see in the dark. He finally decided to give up on that and grabbed his phone, turning on the flashlight and looking some more.

He felt his heart beating out of his rib cage, everything about this was showing that he didn't trust Taemin nearly as much as he thought. But his curiosity was starting to get he best of him, and he couldn't help it.

Jimin groaned as he closed the last shoe box, now looking up to the top shelf, a shelf he was nearly not tall enough to reach. He picked up the first bag he saw and opened it, only to see some really old and used books. "Who even keeps books this old?" He muttered to himself, shaking his head as he put it back, he grabbed yet another shoe box and felt the urge to yell in happiness when he found the exact bag he saw a couple weeks ago.

He quickly grabbed the bag and put the shoe box back. He took all of the books out of his book bag and stuffed this "evidence," at the very bottom, putting the books on top. He made sure not to leave any traces behind and closed the closet. He ran, and nearly tripped, while running to the bed when he heard a door not very far from the bed room open and close.