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FINAL ACT: r e v e a l

A/N: murder on my mind. 

well, not really, kinda. okay, maybe. 

btw, if you liked this murder story, hit up my other story

that's coming out

it's called

the remodeler.

Shit's HYPE!

love you all, 

izzy

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6:58 A.M

Jimin's House

The door to Park Jimin's bedroom burst open. Three cops hired to apprehend the young teen threatening to kill his friend held up firearms. Jimin's face twisted in horror.

"DON'T SHOOT! D-DON'T!"

The cops moved in, one after another. Taehyung struggled in Jimin's grasp, but to no avail. Jimin had a tight grip on Taehyung's forearm, pressing the knife into his throat.

"Park Jimin, put the knife down." 

Taehyung whimpered, his hands feebly tossing at his sides. The police slowly stepped forward, careful not to set off Jimin.

"Get away from me! I'll k-kill, I'll KILL HIM! NOT ONE MORE STEP!"

Jimin's chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. His pale face was sweating profusely, and he looked as if he was going to pass out. One of the police officers held up a hand to his colleagues, and they all stopped.

"Park Jimin. Why are you doing this? If you put the knife down and turn yourself in, you'll be helping a lot of people-"

Jimin's eye twitched and he grit his teeth together. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT HELPING OTHERS!! I ONLY CARE ABOUT YOONGI!"

Taehyung grimaced at the mention of his teammate. Clearly Yoongi was the wrong person they had been placing their suspicion on. He opened his mouth to speak, to try and convince his long time friend and teammate not to kill him.

"Y-you d-don't want to do t-this Jimin. Y-Yoongi wouldn't...uh, l-like this...pl-please just th-think about-"

An inhuman scream tore out of Jimin as his elbow met with Taehyung's nose. One of the cops lunged forward, both hands pointing his gun at the crazed boy holding onto Taehyung.

"HE'S GOING TO DIE! YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE, YOONGI! YOU SAID YOU'D ALWAYS HAVE MY BACK!"

The knife shimmered in the early morning light that cast shadows on Jimin's bedroom wall. At the same time Jimin's wrist slid sideways, a loud gunshot fired deafeningly loud in the small space. Taehyung screamed as both pain flooded his ears and his throat.

In the flash of light, the cops moved forward, ready to separate the murderer from the victim. But they were too late. The head cop gazed down on the first boy, shot by his own hand.

Sunlight hit the soft curves of Jimin's, stiff smiling cheeks. His still body was stained red with the blood from the gunshot blooming on his chest. His crazed eyes sparkled in an angry peace as the grip on his knife went limp. His draining body seemed to have one word only on his bright lips, and that was simply Yoongi. The one whom he loved until the end. Until the day of reckoning finally came for him.

Next to him, another body.

That of Kim Taehyung. Whom came so close to surviving for his love, Jungkook.