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jin rushed past yoongi to walk into a lane where only the dim streetlights illuminated the road. jin saw yoongi walk down this small lane before rushing back up with shock in his eyes. the words yoongi uttered right after and the very sight before jin made him double over in agony before clasping his mouth as he cried.

namjoon followed right after, advising yoongi to take care of jeongguk for the time being. namjoon walked as the body of hoseok laid in the middle of the street and as namjoon walked closer, he could see the bloodstains seeping through hoseok's t-shirt and a stranded tear in the corner of the corpse's eye.

he took hoseok's hand, his heart hammering in his chest as he searched for a pulse yet when all he could feel was the cold skin beneath his fingertips, he let go before looking back at jin with a mournful look.

"namjoon, what's that?" jin questioned pointing to something behind namjoon. namjoon turned as he took the equipment lying on the ground a few meters away from hoseok.

a knife. namjoon's hand trembled as his eyes recognized the weapon.

before everything started to happen, the group had agreed on carrying identical pocket knives for personal safety. agreed as in forced to. the weapons were left to be found in their possession when they awoke for the first time all of this began. the small daggers were identical aside from the carved imprints of their relevant flowers on the base of the knife.

yet never in a million years would have namjoon thought that he would find one soaked in blood next to the dead body of his friend.

he got up as he walked past jin to return back to jeongguk and yoongi. he threw the weapon on the ground as he glared at the pair with anger burning behind his eyes.

"which one of you did this?" namjoon spoke, his voice low and barely audible but the threatening tone in his voice caused the trio in front of him to stiffen.

"namjoon, this is bullshit. what are you—"

"all of you, take out your knives, now." namjoon said, interrupting the older. the grimness of his voice made the others do as they're told. all except for one.

yoongi rummaged through the pockets of his jacket, his hands frantic as he searched around his body. he removed his shoes, turned them the other way around, but to no avail. the familiar feeling of having the scabbard of the dagger press against his waist through his jeans, he couldn't feel anymore.

jin's eyes darkened and jeongguk unconsciously took a step backward, distancing himself from the perplexed boy.

"yoongi, is this your knife?" namjoon spoke softly. he held out the weapon to yoongi, the edge inches away from the boy's chest. yoongi took hold of the knife, twisted it around and examined the base of the blade.

as expected, he let his fingers run across the engraved carving of the rosemary flower he had grown accustomed to.