(Completed) Officer/Yoonmin

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I grab Yoongi's hand which was now covered in blood and I run.
I run to my parked black car, opening the now unlocked door, throwing him into the passenger seat with a harsh push.

He lands in the seat with a thudded a glare. I hurriedly hop into the drivers seat, speeding away with a heavy and a furiously beating heart, not knowing where to go at all.

"What the fuck was that all about?" Yoongi asks worriedly. I don't answer, and I keep driving, not knowing where I was going, but wanting to be away from that house. Away from that scene.

I then speak up.
"I found a dead body in my house." I say, my voice void of any emotion.
Yoongi stops and turns to me in shock.

"Who could've-"
"Exactly. You're the only one who knows where I live, unless someone else is stalking me or they followed you." I stop talking, not wanting to think about the topic anymore.
"They couldn't have followed me."

I didn't respond, my blood rushing through my ears as I stop at a red light.
"That's insane." Yoongi slumps down into his seat, exhaustion in his posture.
I continue to mindlessly drive.
We do this for another 20 minutes until I stop and realize that my gas tank low.

"Shit." I lean my head down onto the hot steering wheel, really wanting to curse my life. "The gas is running low."
"I know where we could stay." I turn to Yoongi, raising an eyebrow.

"And how are we going to get there? My car can only drive for about five more minutes." I say, moving my eyes to the unfamiliar neighborhood. It was dark, full of creepy shadows and drinkers.

"You don't have to. It's a minute walk from here." Yoongi's already unlocking the door, walking away.

"Wait for me!!" I say anxiously, closing the door behind me as I run after him, seeing him already at the corner.

"How the fuck are you already down their with those tiny ass legs!!" I whisper my question breathlessly, finally catching up to Yoongi who was way too far ahead of me.

"Aren't you used to running far? I mean, you are a police officer?" Yoongi explains, with a raised eyebrow at me heavily breathing.

"I haven't ran that fast in years!" Now standing up I roll my eyes at his words.
"That's like, really sad." Yoongi scrunches up his face. I follow after him slowly as he walks up to an abandoned apartment building.

We walk in, and Yoongi takes the stairs up to the eighth floor, me walking in after him. We find his apartment room, and he takes a key out, unlocking the old door in front of him.

I look around, seeing old furniture, tables, and pictures of me.
I look away, finding it kinda creepy that he had that.

I then look closely, a certain picture catching my eye. I pick it off the wall, my eyes widening as I recognize me in it- with Yoongi.

It looks like we were around the age of seven. Me on the left side of Yoongi, my arm wrapped around him as his was around mine. I was smiling wide at the camera, ice cream stained around my mouth and on my hand, a melting ice cream cone in it.

Yoongi, is not smiling. He's staring dead at the camera, only a small curve on his lips to show that he wasn't unhappy. He's holding an empty cone, brown hair messily tangled with my darker brown hair, small drops of ice cream was on his cheek.

I look at it, not knowing where it came from or how I didn't remember this moment, but I wish I did. I also notice that the photo seems to be cut right next to Yoongi. That's when I realized a had around Yoongi's waist.

Who....?

"Yoongi?? What is this?" I ask alarmed and curious. Yoongi turns around with a bored look. When he catches sight of what's in my hand his eyes widen, then harden as he growls at me.

"Nothing." He hisses, snatching it out of my hand. I look at him in surprise, bot really understanding the change in his mood. I don't pry though and move my attention away from the photo. I want to gain his trust.

"This is the bedroom. You can sleep here. I'll take the couch." Yoongi says, walking past me.
I don't argue, not wanting to make him more mad.

I go into the room, closing the door behind me, before I land on the bed loudly, not bothering to take my hot clothes off.

I close my eyes, seeing the scene over and over. I then sigh, trying again, but this time, I sang my favorite tune my mom used to always sing.

That put me right to sleep.

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Lynn~~