There's a Killer in the House | BTS

Chapter 3

The sun was shining, the birds were singing and Jimin had made everyone breakfast with the help of Seokjin. Everyone sat around the table talking about their plans for today. Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung were planning to go to the arcade. Hoseok was going to buy things for his dog, Mickey. Namjoon had a bonsai tree class to attend. Yoongi's thinking about hanging out with his brother and Seokjin was going to chill at home.

"Bye guys, I'm gonna go shopping," Hoseok called out as he shuts the front door."

"Don't you have a class to teach today?"

"It's Sunday, Seokjin," he replied, smiling at his Hyung's forgetfulness.

"Be back before lunch!" Seokjin yelled from the living room. His favourite tv show was playing. "Kook! Can you lock the door for me, please?"

It was a really busy day today; it was difficult to get around. A few "excuse mes" and "pardon mes" were exchanged as Hoseok pushed through the crowd. Soon, he realised why there was a crowd. He looked over and he couldn't explain whatever he saw. The sight made something spark in Hoseok. Weird.

Finally, he reached the pet shop.

"What's up, Hoseok? Back again, I see," Choi Soobin, Hoseok's close friend, grinned.

"Yeah. Just looking for something Mickey would like," Hoseok scanned the shelves. Even the pet shop was full. "Busy day, huh?"

Soobin chuckled, "Yup. We had to restock the shelves three times today."

After a few minutes of looking around, Hoseok's eyes landed on a pretty food bowl. The bowl had also caught someone else's eyes. However, there was only one. Him and the stranger glanced at each other before reaching out to grab the bowl. The stranger elbowed his chest causing Hoseok to release the bowl. What was this? Black Friday? Upset by the strangers actions, he roughly pushed the person aside. With a thud, the stranger crashed into some other shelves. Quickly, he snatched the bowl and ran to the counter. How did he manage to do such thing? Fortunately, the scene happened at the back of the store where no one could see them.

Walking speedily, he rushed back home. He was still shocked at how he could do that and not feel guilty. Wasn't he the cheerful, sunshine person who would never hurt a fly?