(Completed) Officer/Yoonmin

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⚠️Mentions of gore⚠️

Yoongi snatched his hand away, hiding it under the table.
"What killing problem." He says lowly.
As I'm about to speak, the waiter comes by with our food and drinks.

I politely thank her and try to sort my words out.
"Yesterday you sent me a letter, telling me that you want me to help you with your killing problem." I say slowly, waiting for him to process my words.

"That wasn't me, that was kitten." He murmurs.
"One of your other sides?" I guess, remembering the information I read earlier on him.

"Where did you get that!!" Yoongi demands, slamming his hand onto the table, startling me.

"I got the information from the police-"
"How did they get that then!!"
Yoongi's face was right in front of mine, but his expression made the intimate moment scary.

"I-I don't know Yoongi, believe m-me." I stutter out, fearing that Yoongi would do something he shouldn't. Instead he leans back in his seat, seeming calmer.

"How much do you know?" He asks.
"Uhh...." I start out hesitantly.
"You killed your friends by beating them to death at age five, You're male obviously. You're around 5'9 and around 150 pounds. You were then sentenced to an asylum and you have five personalities, Yoongi, Kitten, Suga, Alpha, and the other is not known." I say as I'm waiting for him to yell.

All he does is sigh and roll his eyes.
"Damn, the police aren't as bad as they were in the old days." He mumbles.

"Well, as you know, all of that is true. Except one thing. He whispers the last part under his breath, and my eyebrows push towards each other. Ignoring it, I ask a question.
"If I may ask, what's your fifth personality's name?" I was cautious, wondering if it got too personal.

He didn't answer right away, but he didn't look uncomfortable.
"To be honest with you I don't know. I hate him though, always bossing me and everyone else around as if he's the owner of my body." Yoongi said annoyed.

I listen to him, fascinated that he could hear four other voices in his head other than his own.
Yoongi catches my expression and looks at me weirdly.
"Why you looking at me like that?" Yoongi asks, making me smile at his question.

"I'm just, so fascinated by your mental state. I mean, isn't it interesting to you that a person could have four voices in their head other than their own?" I asked excitedly.

"More annoying than fascinating but you do you." He says, a small smile making way onto his face.

"Let's actually eat this food before it goes cold." He says, and I then realize that we did have food in front of us.

Without a second though I immediately dig in, not caring that Yoongi was looking at me in disgust.

"Ok I may be an orphan, but at least I have some manners." Yoongi says, his nose scrunching up.

I laugh, not wanting to think about the sad part of the joke.
We both continue to eat, chatting about random things and not caring about anything else.

"Hey, thanks for this." I say, my arm around Yoongi's as he walks me home.
"No problem." He says, a genuine smile on his face that I couldn't stop staring at.

I then realize something, and ask him a question.
"Why do you stalk me?" I ask, wanting to know the answer to the question that so badly came up in my mind often.

"Because I like you. And you're fascinating, just like you think my mental illness is." He says, making me nod.

We arrive at my house no less than 10 minutes later.
"Thank you." Yoongi says, making me turn to him, small smile on display.
"Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you! You kept me company today." I say, making Yoongi smile, remembering the restaurant.

"Well, I'll catch you later." I say, and approach my house, unlocking the door. I turn and see Yoongi walking in the direction we just came from, making me roll my eyes at his stubbornness to walk me home, when he doesn't even live near me.

He really dod bring out a light in me that I never knew I had.
I walk in happily humming, setting my keys on my dinning room table. I look to my left and I let out a horrifying scream.

I stagger back, and fall, something splashing onto my clothes and I look down. Blood, all I see is blood.

I look back up, and see a dead body hanging upside down from a rope in the middle of my living room, it's face and body rottened as blood gushed from its stomach into its hanging mouth and onto the floor, seeping into my carpet and my clothes.

I run through the front door with my phone heavy in my pocket, just to see Yoongi standing there wide eyed.

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Lynn~~