GONE. - BTS!MURDERMYSTERY AU (REWRITTEN)

- CHAPTER 1.

Entry 1.

Min Yoongi. You've heard of the name, have you not?

'The man who escaped'. 'The boy who lives his life inside of a mystery novel'. And one of my personal favorites... 'The escapist of grief'. These heroic nicknames become more ridiculous after each passing report, do they not?

It's not important to me where or when you've heard of my so called 'story'- whether it be the news, headings of articles, streaming services online, maybe even from your own friends. It doesn't matter. All I need you to know is about my actual story, not the one the public has decided to spread around- but the one made up entirely by my own words and experiences. For it seems like I never actually had gotten the chance to tell this story from my perspective alone.

Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Many people believe that the first day of school is possibly the worst time of the year. The act of getting lost in school  from class locations students have yet to figure out, listening to the long synopsis each teacher seems to give out to their students, perhaps even feeling anxiety from the new faces of the classmates. But not for Yoongi.

He believes the second day of the year is the real tragedy, not the first. The fact everyone seems to already know where they're heading except for the fragile boy who keeps worrying and checking his schedule only makes him more worrisome.

Don't even get him started with friends. Especially making them; a sheer disaster.

So when Yoongi entered the fume-filled cafeteria late as expected, the knot in his stomach became tighter. Knowing he was bound to sit alone again on the second day and seem like an idiot, Yoongi only wished that he could skip the period and go straight to his next class instead.

Sighing, the lost student picked an empty table by the enormous window that had shun the school's garden. Well, what had seemed liked the school's garden; the greenish-gray grass and the great amount of fallen leaves had really made Yoongi question if this area had ever been taken care of.

He kept his own eyes to himself, locked at his own lunch that his mother had so kindly packed him before heading out. Other times, he would be looking to his left, glancing beyond the glass window that separated him and the frigid outside, only wanting the day to end.

Evidently, lunch period was no where near quiet. Screams of pubescent teenagers and lunch monitors were the only noises that had entered Yoongi's ears that entire period. So when a calling to the lonesome student was made, he'd only categorized it to be another one of the multiple screams inside of the room.

"Yo!" the voice yelled again. This time, reluctantly moving his head towards the scream- Yoongi was surprised as he seen two other boys standing in front of his table.

Must be a mistake, right? He thought to his own self. Why would anyone talk to a loner like him?

"I called out to you like five times, dude. You deaf or something?" one of the boys asked with a smile. He had been wearing a blue, loose button up with
baggy jeans that had contemplated the boy's locks of red. Not his personal style, he admits, but the stranger made it look good. A bit too good...

The other, however, seemed as if he had been dragged along; forced to be there. Hidden behind the other with his contrasting clothing- a white wavy shirt with his tight black jeans, Yoongi could easily point out that this one had been the more quieter one of the bunch.

His back quickly began to heat up, a nervous smile plastering onto his face, as his hands, too, began to change temperatures. "Sorry?" he asked quietly, the sound blending into the cafeteria's.

Seconds after, when the talkative boy had processed what Yoongi had said, he plopped directly in front of the one who had been sitting. "Hoseok," he announced, "my name... it's Hoseok. And this guy's Jimin."

Yoongi swore that his eyes couldn't leave the ones of the stranger's; a light shade of brown, in which he swore he could've seen the sunshine.

Made his palm sweat greater. If that was even humanly possible.

He cleared his throat, glancing at Jimin who had sat right besides Hoseok. "Uh," he trailed for a minute or two, "Yoongi."

And as soon as his own named dripped out his mouth, the world he lived in became nothing but heaven. He'd later meet the four other members that composed the group that later became inseparable.

Kim Namjoon, the hot-headed jock.
Kim Seokjin, the class president.
Kim Taehyung, the full-time weeb.
Jeon Jungkook, the artsy brainiac.
Jung Hoseok, the friend and enemy of all.
Park Jimin, the smarts of the group.
And finally,
Min Yoongi, the talkative nerd.

But no matter what mood, class, or time of day they were in, Yoongi thought each of them were a part of his own soul. Especially the one that went by the name of Jung Hoseok. For he became his entire heart; his entire love.

High School, College, Life. There isn't any other path the seven of them could have possibly taken. And patently with this in mind, the boys became distant from one another. Most, at least. Since Yoongi wouldn't dare to let go of Hoseok's hand after their own adult lives have initiated. Never in a million years.

But, the two of them were a secret. Not even the others knew about their hand fiddling under the desks at shared periods, or the passionate make-outs they both shared at their personal college dorm, or even how they were starting to plan a marriage. But still, Yoongi hadn't ever asked. Nor did Hoseok. So who really knew if the two of them would've hold each-other as age came about. Who really knew if the two men would've still been together at this point in time. Who really knew what would've happened if Jung Hoseok stayed alive that day of the accident. Who really knew...