(Completed) Officer/Yoonmin

06

Yoongi's pov

I like seeing that midget angry, he looks cute like that.
I don't regret showing myself to him. I wanted him to catch me.

If I didn't want him to find me, he wouldn't have any information on me. Cops are dumb. Since I've been off the grid for years, and now they only know more about me because I want them too. Don't they even find that slightly suspicious?

But Jimin. Jimin made me want to be found.
I want him to find me, because I can't stop. The voices in my head, they control me.

They take over my body when they need too, and only let me out when they're done with their devilish needs.

I don't want to kill. I don't want to live. I don't want to go to prison. All I want, is the kind soul Park Jimin, to find me.

The real me.

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An officer called my name from the door of my office. "Jimin!!" I perch my head up lazily from my lack of sleep and I grunt.

"What is it now?"
I say and stretch, yawning, out the response.

"Boss wants you. Says he has something speacial just for you." I could hint the jealousy in his tone, but I ignore it and wave him off.

I get up from my desk and walk out, making my way to my boss' office.

Once I get there I knock on the door.
"Come in!" My boss yells and I open the wooden door.
My boss Kim Namjoon, was sitting at my desk with his arms folded, a stern look on his face.

He was expecting me, and it seemed like it was really important.
"Junyun said that you had something for me sir?" I say with slight caution, the stern look on his face freaking me out a little.

"I'd advise you to put on medical gloves first before you touch anything." That's when I noticed the gloves on Namjoon's hands.

"Sir?" I say, quite freaked out now.
"I'll just show you." Namjoon takes out a thick bloody envelope from under his desk.

I freeze.
I hurriedly put some gloves on and take the dried envelope from Namjoon.

"I can't stand the fucking smell. Take that back to your office and go through it, we already checked for bombs or any weapons and there aren't any."

"But sir, why are you giving it to me?" I ask, studying the bloodied object in front of me.

"It was addressed to you."
I checked and my blood ran cold. It was indeed addressed to me.

"I'll go now." I escaped the stuffy room quickly, making a dash for my office.

I closed the door behind me with my butt and I flipped a switch, turning the light on above my desk. I shut the blinds and closed the windows.

I sat down and opened the envelope, bringing out a clean and completely white letter.

Seeing no blood or danger, I hesitantly took my gloves off and read the note.

To: Park Jimin
Hello my precious little doll, it is Min Yoongi who is writing to you right now. If you're reading this, that means that I successfully snuck through your security system and delivered the note personally to your boss without getting caught.
Anyway, I want you to help me. I know that it's rich coming from me, a serial killer, but I want you to stop me from killing. I don't know how you do it, but seeing and talking to you makes me feel human. You make me feel like that you're not scared of me.
Please, I am desperate. I want the demons inside my head to stop controlling me, I want you to help me find a way to control them, please, consider this.

From,
Min Yoongi

I look at the note in shock, not really understanding.
I never really considered what Yoongi felt about his kills, and I just assumed that he was a heartless bastard who killed people just for fun.

I looked at the note and sighed.
I never turned down a chance to help people, with me being a police officer. But, this was dangerous. Was I really planning on helping a serial killer that could possibly slit my throat at any moment?

I sighed.
Well, guess I just have another assignment.

Help Min Yoongi.

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2021( finally edited! My writing low key sucked ass)

Lynn~~