(Completed) Officer/Yoonmin

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"Hey watch it!!" I yell irritated, Yoongi's hard grip on my arm silencing my bloodstream, but not my cries of irritation.

Once we reach our destination he lets go, facing me.

"Why the fuck would you say that shit about Yoongi huh? Who the fuck do you think you are!!"
He growls.

"Bitc-" I stop. The sun peaks out over the trees, showing off the glint of the knife at his side.
I look at him disgusted.

"Oh so you're going to kill me. Stab me and rip out my insides like all those other victims huh? What's your 'precious little Yoongi' gonna think when he comes back and finds my dead mushed body in front of him!" I say, a little scared as I didn't have a weapon myself, and I knew the strength that Yoongi usually showed me wasn't his strongest.

He falters a little bit, but gets his grip back as he tightens his hand around the sharp knife.
"Well how did he feel when you said all those mean things about him!!" Yoongi states childishly.

"Are you serious Alpha!! I care about him but you can't expect me to confess I've been hanging around a killer who we're supposed to catch, lose my job and money income, possibly get killed, and would be a suspect of murder!! I'm not like you!! Are you serious!!" I yell.

"Yeah but-"
"I don't fucking care! You need to stop going around killing people because you're fucking angry!! You're not a child!! You need to take responsibility, and SUCK IT UP!!" I scream at him finally, my breathing uneven after.

He only stares at me. Surprise clear on his face.
"Thanks for the help now I'm even more fucking angry!! When you and everyone else are ready to come to terms with reality and life, come find me." I say, turning around and stomping off.

I ignore his calls of my name, letting the sun bathe on my skin as I walk. I had nowhere to go honestly.

Well, except one place.

•••

"Well shit......" I say, looking at my destroyed childhood home.
I walk through the ruckus, feeling more home here than my other house, always have.

I look to the spot where my parents bodies used to lay, burnt to the crisp, dirty bones only being left behind.

I closed my eyes and sucked a breath in, feeling extremely lonely in the moment.
"Fuck." I say, tears briming my eyes as I remember what happened to them.

And then I start to wonder, was that mysterious kid Yoongi? I remember seeing a picture of us together when we were little, yet I don't remember that moment or him at all.

I really don't remember my childhood much from the trauma, only one specific memory which changed my perspective of life.

I assume that I was a lively child, all full of giggles and joy, thinking of the world as a woderful and joy filled place, but I was so very wrong.

When I watched their resting place more, that was when I really wondered.
How could someone do something like abuse? How could their parents not love them enough....how could they have so much anger?

I didn't only cry for my parents, but I cried for all the killers and it's victims too, knowing that they were stripped from their humanity because of tragic events in their life.

I had quite the intelligence when I was young, even though I loved the world, I also loved the criminals.

You ask why right?
It's because I love the thought of bringing back their humanity, bringing back the young children they used to be, carefree and wild.

I wish for them to have that spark they had before all things went to hell.

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Double update

Lynn~~