I was just thinking about the Murder!verse and how I love Talia, but somehow managed to write her as a very antipathic character:(
I didn't have the "screen time" to fit everything of her that I came up with and it's a pain in the ass, because almost all that was left is her being a terrible mother and a violent alpha. Which isn't what her relationship with Jason and Damian was in the story that's in my head.
She was a degnified and caring alpha, a dedicated mother. She liked Jason. When Damian tells Dick that if not for Bruce, she'd mate Jay, it was the truth. I kinda missed the ship on showing that.
But I have this little story in my head of her returning to Gotham right after Jay has his son with Dick. After baby is born.
She makes her presence known to Jason and invites him to a dinner. Insinuates he should take his pup with him. And Jason does - he's his own man, it she was his alpha for a long time. Ra's was there, but he was more of a distant presence in their lives, Talia was a constant. Jay kinda hoped for a time she'd mate him, give him a permanent place in their family.
He's happy that she didn't do in in the end, happy that he didn't ask her to. They lives went astray the moment her sister came back and the Demon started to crumble.
Now, with Ra's dead, Talia slowly takes the League back in hand, slowly recovering from the torture at Nysa's hands and the madness that followed. Jason hated her back then, hated what was done to her and what it reminded him of - the months of madness after his own resurrection, the Demon inhabiting his flesh.
Now she's recovered. He sees her in the small alcove in a classy restaurant, bright and private. She looks as beautiful as ever, but the traces of the Pit are there to see - her skin too perfect, her eyes too bright, breathing too slow and her hands too steady. Jason hopes she'll be able to recover, in time, that her life wasn't extended unbearably. He has his son cradled to his chest in a wrap, protective hand over the baby's head when Talia motions for him to take a seat nest to her.
She really is beautiful, Jason thinks fleetingly.
They don't talk much. Just a few words here and there around the food. About Bruce. The family. The Demon.
He tells her about Damian, just a bit, just the common little things no one would be interested in but her.
She asks him about Dick, what sort of an alpha he is in bed (it's forward and a part of Jason is embarrassed, but it's an important thing in their clan and he is used to discussing performance of his lovers with her). She implies she knows his pregnancy was difficult and the birth even more so.
She implies that she knew and was there, ready to step in if anything went wrong.
Jason pretends he doesn't catch the implication of Lazarus waiting to be used if... No, he doesn't think about it. He's not yet strong enough to decide whether he'd be able to refuse it if his pup... He's a very different man than Bruce is, after all.
They share a meal and at the end ot it, the pup wakes up and starts to fuss, hungry. Jason opens up his shirt and let's it nurse - discreet, but unashamed. He sees Talia's nostrils flare at the sight of his scarred breast. He let's it go, it was a long time ago.
When the pup stops nursing, she's standing next to Jason and before he has a chance to close his shirt, her fingers trace the scar that almost bisected his nipple. It's strangely at the same time intimate and not, becaue she used to touch him so matter of factly, but this here is not an alpha that owns him. Not anymore. It feels like an apology, because Al Ghul alphas don't speak of their regrets.
He allows the touch and then allows her to lean down and observe his baby. This close Jason can smell her - sweet spices of perfumes and an acrid note of Lazarus underneath it.
He allows her to touch his son and scent him briefly, to run her fingers through his dark curls - so small and already a full head of curly black hair. Grayson in all the ways that count, it would seem.
She seems satisfied, and he's glad. He'd wasn't afraid she'd harm the pup, but after the fight where he'd almost lost Damian and Dick...
"It will take time to rebuild," she tells him at the end of the meeting. "The wounds to the clan are deep. Once it's done, you will know."
Only then, she'll welcome him back - he understands. Because they're Al Ghul, she won't allow their omega to come back to a broken nest. He'd earned that much respect from her, that he will not be asked to accept substandard conditions and a house that's still unsafe. Neither him, not his pup, not Damian. Jason is glad to hear it - and won't tell Dick about the open invitation to return to the League. Dick wouldn't understand.
She leaves first, her guards with her. The bill is paid and Jason is left to gather his things.
The box that was on the table when he arrived is still there, ornate and heavy for the size. Once he's alone, Jay pulls it closer and opens the lid. Then let's it drop, eyes closed tightly to keep the tears from falling.
The jewelled collar he'd wore in the League ever since coming of age is heavy and beautiful and expensive and somehow calls to him. He can't wear it now, not in Gotham, not in this culture. That's why he left it behind when escaping the Demon. That Talia returned it to him means more than the vague invitation.
It means he still belongs to her clan. That he still has place with her. That one day he may take Damian back and help him make peace with his mother.
Yeah, Berry’s gonna die for a minute, time to be serious, and I don’t need a stupid lil nickname for this.
I’ve watched the AU expand from Sporkkles posting about it, yeah? I didn’t care all too much besides getting a bit agitated at the yandere and child murder thing. But now I’m caring because I realized that my fucking friends are suffering because of this bullshit.
Now, I don’t want to bitch at y’all completely and turn this into a Care to Chat, but I would like to say this. Please, keep this shit out of the main tags. For mobile user folk, they can’t blacklist tags and it makes it hard to ignore the Murder!AU popping up while browsing the simple little Epithet Erased tag.
So please, everyone involved in the roleplay? Do everyone here a lil favour and keep this content out of the tags, you don’t know if you’re going to accidentally trigger somebody into a panic attack, or give someone an anxiety spike. You’re not fucking babying the folk who can’t handle the content in this au, you’re making sure that the other people in this fandom that you’re active in don’t have a breakdown because their comfort characters are being mutilated and hurt and fucked up.
➤ seven brothers are being interrogated after being linked to a murder spree of a serial killer. not only are they suspects of the case, but within them lies an unforgiving secret that had started brewing an unexpected betrayal.
↳ character: bts x reader
↳ genre: smut, angst, murder! au, psychopath! au, serial killer! au
↳ warnings: homicide, mentions and use of drugs, mentions and use of alcohol, violence, character death, explicit languages, mature description
↳ word count: 7540 words
↳ a/n: this is my first bts fanfic, i’ve been holding off on writing stories about them but i just thought why not give it a go. i’m excited to share more stories with you in the future and i can’t wait to start writing on them soon!
“Are all of them here?” The detective, a tall middle-aged man, asked his partner, a woman in her late 20s. “Yes, sir. All five of them are in the waiting room.”
“And the victim’s lover?” She hands out a file from the bunch she was cradling. The detective grabs it, thanking her and began flipping through it.
“He’s in the interrogation room. The others will be ready when you are sir.” He nods, “Thank you, Ms. Jang.
The detective heads towards the interrogation room down the hall while his partner turns back, reaching the waiting room where the other suspects were seated. Once she was near the place, she could see all five boys through the glass window with different expressions, some bored and some worried.
She pulls open the glass door, all the boys sitting upright at the sight of her presence. She stood in the middle in front of the room, her eyes examining each and everyone of them. Two other police officers were on each side of the room, a safety precaution in case something happens.
“Evening, boys. My name’s Detective Jang. I’m sure all of you are wondering why you’re here. You’ve heard about the murder spree of the ‘little blond’ killer, haven’t you?”
The boys nodded, while one of them spoke up, “How’s that related to us? You must be fucking kidding me if you think we’re related to that cold-blooded, motherfucker.” The boy, Hoseok or known as his friends as J-Hope, snickered.
“Hoseok, language please.” The oldest, Seokjin reprimanded him. “Tsk, whatever.”
“You may or may not be related to the killer, but he recently had another victim added to his list, which makes a total of five now. You all are suspects because the recent victim is related to you.”
“And may I know, who is this person you speak of?” Namjoon wondered. Detective Jang moves to the side of the room and switch on the flat screen that was mounted on the wall.
“The victim, Mr. Jihan Kang. Further information will be release during your turn for interrogation.”
“Wait,” The boy in all black stood up, walking towards the screen. “That’s Yoongi hyung’s friend. That’s impossible. From the trend of the killer, his victims only seem to be girls. What has Jihan hyung have to do with ther killer?”
“That, we are not sure of and we’re still investigating on the matter. The clues left at the crime scene are all too similar from the previous cases. I suggest you all wait here before your turn comes up. If you need anything, Ms. Lee behind the counter outside the room will see to your needs. Watch after them, yeah?” She gestured the boys to the police officers before heading out.
YOONGI
The black-haired boy was sitting alone with his hands in his laps. The air surrounding the room was cold, but it wasn’t as cold as the news that was brought upon him a few hours ago. He couldn’t believe it. He wanted to but he just couldn’t. The thought of his lover killed by the hands of a psycho had brought him so much pain and anger. He wanted to avenge him, made sure the person who had hurt his lover will feel the same as he did.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when the door on his left opened, a detective stepping in and placing a file on the table as he took a seat. “Good evening, Mr. Min. My name’s Detective Ryu. I’m in charge of the recent murder case that’s happening right now. How are you feeling, Mr. Min? I’m sorry to hear what happened to your lover.”
Yoongi remained silent, his lips to heavy to move. “I know it might be difficult for you in your current situation but we need all the help we can get from you to solve this case before the killer makes his next move. Let’s start slow, yeah? How you’d know Jihan?”
Yoongi sighed, he wasn’t always like this. Being affected with hurt and pain was way out of his character. So why was he feeling this way towards someone he only had used for his own pleasure? “I got to know him...after...after I met him at the brothel, he used to work at a couple months back. I was just looking for fun and a nice hook-up after I got dumped by this guy I like. The moment I met him, something came over me as if...as if I was possessed by him. He was everything that the previous guy I like had, almost like an exact replica of him.”
“Did you two dated after that?” Detective Ryu questioned. It was likely that they did, but in the short frame of time that they knew each other, something was off about their relationship.
“I wouldn’t call in dating, per say. It was more of a...convenient for me. After a week of knowing him, I suggested he moved in with me. I paid him out of that brothel, and boy did he cost a lot of money. Said he was a favourite and a rare one indeed. Ever since then, he’s been my personal pleasure toy. Nothing more, nothing less.” The tone he was using sounded harsh, almost cold if you could ever feel it.
“Does anyone in your family or circle of friends know about your relationship? Have you ever told them before?” Yoongi smirked, before blowing a raspberry.
“You’ve read my files detective, you know who my parents are.” He looked into the detective’s eyes, almost glaring at him. “You’re the son of Min Incorporations, leading pioneer company of construction and engineering. Say’s here you’re the only heir to the company.”
“The one and only, and being the only heir means having to produce another heir to keep the family line going. I don’t think they would like it if they found out their son was keeping a lover in his penthouse while they’re busy finding a perfect girl to call her my fiancée so that I could fuck her tight little cunt and release all my cum in her, don’t you agree Detective Ryu?”
Detective Ryu understood where Yoongi was coming from. The Mins are a powerful stronghold with a long history of notable works. They became a household name all across South Korea and even overseas. Apart from their successes, the Mins are known to be strict with almost everything. He couldn’t imagine how Yoongi could breath being under his parents’ supervision.
“The only people who know about Jihan are my group of friends, but not to the extend of our relationship. They simply know him as my roommate...who happens to be living in a penthouse with me. They’ve met him a few times whenever I bring him to their parties or crap like that.”
“I see,” Detective Ryu exclaimed. “I never thought you would be living a wild life despite your family background, not that I’m concluding anything.”
“My parents allow me to do anything I want to as long as I don’t tarnish the family’s pristine name. But there’s always bribery to the media in case things starts to leak out because of my wild lifestyle.”
“You mentioned before, about Jihan being a convenient? Can you elaborate on that please?” Yoongi taps his fingers lightly on the metal table. The sound echoed in the room, bouncing it back and forth against the wall.
“Everything about him was...convenient.” Yoongi smiles softly, staring ahead into the table as if he could burn a hole in them. “His lips, his hands, his fingers, his cock. Everything. I love every sensation he gives me when we have sex. That sweet feeling of reaching your high as you thrust in him with your cock, filling him up to the brim. But...what he didn’t know was that whenever I was with him, I was never with him.”
He continued, “Every time I kiss him, I think about another man, imagining that I was kissing him instead of Jihan. When Jihan blows me, I think of him blowing me instead. Every moment I was with Jihan, was shared with the other man I was fantasying about. Jihan never existed whenever we had sex, like I said...he was convenient.”
“And may I know who this man is and his name?” Detective Ryu waits for Yoongi to answer.
“His name is Jimin. Park Jimin.”
NAMJOON
Three autopsy photos were placed in front of him, showing him parts of the decease’s body. He picked the middle one up carefully, inspecting every single detail in the photo. “What is this?” He watches as the woman in front of him points her finger towards the photos.
“This are all autopsy photos of victim #3, Kwon Mina, a university student. Apparently, she works part-time at the same café as you do. Have you spoken to her before?”
“I suppose I’ve never seen her before. I might have seen her name once but never work together in the same shift. I work the morning shift since my classes are in the afternoon and I don’t have school on certain days now that I’m a senior. How did she die?”
“The same like the others did.” She pointed to the photo showing the front of Mina’s neck slit opened and another with Mina’s body wrangled up with tire marks etched into her body. “Shit. That’s fucked up.” Namjoon blurted out, brushing his hair back.
The last photo on his right caught his eye. “What about this one? What are these items?”
“The same items are repeatedly place in all five crime scenes – a bouquet of marigold, a small teddy bear and a note – left by the killer beside his victims.” She takes out another set of photos, showing him the notes that had only one word written on them. When placed together, it formed a sentence – ‘the-truth-will-be-revealed’.
“Has any of your colleagues talked about Mina keeping secrets or mentioned anything about flowers?” Detective Ryu probe him. The evidence left behind were regular but with the victims, they were irregular. None of the items had any form of link with the victims. The note left behind simply meant that the killer was acting out of revenge of something or someone.
Namjoon grew rigid when he took a closer look at the teddy bear. Right away, he noticed that the bear had the same brand logo on the bottom of his left foot, except the bear he remembered in his head was splattered in blood, clutched in the arms of a girl. It was the exact same bear. He was aware if reveal the secret his friends had kept, he would be betraying them, not to mention putting himself and his music career in deep shit.
“Namjoon, Namjoon, can you hear me?” Detective Ryu snapped him out of his thoughts. “Did something trigger you?” She studied his face and she could tell he had grown tense in a few seconds after looking at the photo.
“No, no. My colleagues never mentioned anything regarding Mina before. Sorry for zoning out, it-it’s just that the teddy bear reminded me of someone, a friend I had back then. She loved it so much, she practically brought it everywhere with her in her backpack, said it was her good luck charm.”
“Had? Did you stop being friends with her?”
“No, she died. Three years ago.”
HOSEOK
“So, Mr. Jung. Tell me how you and victim #4 met. Surely you don’t call being with someone a hook-up when you’ve done her multiple times by now?” Hoseok glared at the detective.
“Ji-hye works at the underground club I frequent to perform at. At the time, she recently broke up with her jerk ass ex-boyfriend when she caught him stealing money from her. So, like the gentlemen I was, I offered her one night with me to forget about him.”
“You offered her sex as the option?”
“What can I say, a sad lonely cunt is always desperate for some huge cock to swallow it all up. Got that pretty cunt dripping non-stop for weeks.” He licks his bottom lips, gesturing his thumb to swipe away his saliva remains.
“So, you perform at the club at night, and you work as a...florist in the day? The duality in you amazes me, Hoseok.” Hoseok grins, shrugging his shoulders.
“The old lady needed a part-timer. Since I major in Agriculture in Plant Science, thought being close to nature would help without tiring myself under the hot sun. And I like being with flowers, Y/N said I look good with flowers, and it brought the floristry good business ever since I started working there.
“Y/N? Is she a friend?” Hoseok cursed. He wasn’t supposed to say her name. It was forbidden to even utter her name. He felt as if he had thrown himself under a bus. “Y-yeah,” He stuttered. “She enjoyed being there and made sure to remind me to get her some marigolds for her whenever there’s some left.”
“Marigold you say? Was it her favourite?”
“Y-yes. Why do you ask?” He was panicking, did he said something he wasn’t supposed to?
“The evidence left at the crime scenes. One of them was a bouquet of marigolds. This Y/N girl, Namjoon had mentioned that she died three years ago, what was the cause of her death?” Detective Ryu was leaning in the table closely.
“I-I’m not quite sure. We don’t talk about Y/N after her death. Even Jimin left the group and we hadn’t heard from him since.”
Detective Ryu raised a brow, “Jimin? Park Jimin? You know him too?”
“U-um, y-yeah. Jimin used to be in the group until he ghosted on us. We tried reaching him through his parents but failed. We were not allowed to see him or even speak to him. It’s almost as if he was avoiding us by using his parents.”
“Do you know who his parents are?” Detective Ryu questioned.
Hoseok nodded. “Of course, he’s the son of the Commissioner General of NPA, Park Jyung-ho and attorney owner of Park & Park, Park Nae-ra.”
“Park Jyung-ho? Senior Park Jyung-ho? Are you sure he even said that?” Ms. Jang asked her partner. He nodded, rubbing his chin between his finger and thumb. “Senior Park has a son, that I am sure of. But what I didn’t’ expect was that his son is involved with these boys before.”
“Namjoon and Hoseok mentioned there was a girl in their group and Jimin left after her death. They both also talked about the evidence somehow linking towards the girl. It probably has to be her.”
“Well, sir. What if we’re wrong? What suppose we should do? Senior Park would certainly forbid us to even interrogate his own son.” Ms. Jang suggested.
Detective Ryu puts his arm on his partner’s shoulder, “We interrogate his kid, whether he likes it or not. Oh, and Y/N. See what you can find on her, will you?” Ms. Jang nodded, “Certainly, sir.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, you two?” Yoongi cursed quietly towards Hoseok and Namjoon. “You just had to lose your cool, didn’t you? Why the fuck would you even mention Y/N’s name?!”
“Shut up, hyung. I panicked, alright?” Hoseok folded his arms. Namjoon was rubbing his face all over with his hands. “They’ll know.” He whispered into his palms.
“They won’t alright?! Unless you both don’t say anymore things about Y/N, we’re all dead.” He directed his threat to Seokjin, Taehyung and Jungkook, who were the only ones left to be interrogated.
“What do you want us to say, Yoongi? From what I see, they’re gonna pin it all on Jimin. They’ll think Jimin’s the one doing all this to avenge Y/N. Do you think Jimin knows about it?” Seokjin exclaimed coolly. He was nervous but he masked it so that the youngest won’t get affected by him. It was bad enough he had to carry the same burden as the other members because of what happened three years ago.
“I overheard the detectives talking about getting Jimin hyung to come down to the station. What if he leaks out the secret or maybe he’s the killer?” Jungkook’s expression paled.
“If Jimin was the killer, it would affect badly on his parents.” Taehyung quipped. “Knowing Jimin, his heart is too weak to even hurt a fly, much less a human.”
“If he leaks out the secret, he’ll be fucking stupid enough to bring himself into this mess. He’s linking himself with all the murders that’s going on.” Yoongi explained. “So, you guys better not mess this up, or else we’re all going to jail.”
SEOKJIN
“Mr. Kim, did you know Jihan well?” Seokjin shook his head. “I only knew about him when I came over to Yoongi’s one day and he was the one who answered the door. Told me he was his new roommate that was sharing the place with him which I find rather odd.”
“Odd? In what way, Mr. Kim?”
“Well, for starters. I’ve known Yoongi my whole life, and not once have I heard of him having a roommate. He doesn’t like to share his living space with anybody unless he’s throwing a party. After he and I graduated from uni, we went straight into assisting our fathers with the family business.
We hang out a couple times, called him to check up on him once a while and that’s it. My family’s business is base overseas so I travel a lot and I don’t have a lot of time to hang around with my friends. I don’t communicate much with Jihan but I had an idea of his relationship with Yoongi. We all did, Yoongi was oblivious about it.” Seokjin described, giving every information he knew of regarding the victim.
Detective Ryu pulled out a piece of paper – a test result – and slipped it towards him. Seokjin analysed the whole thing from top to bottom. It was a test result of the victim stated on the top left-hand corner. “What is this?” He raised, confused with all the numbers and percentages shown on the paper.
“That, Mr. Kim is a test result of Jihan Kang. You are tested positive for having DNA inside of the victim. Reports given by your friends said that you were out of town. Enlighten me, Mr. Kim. How is your DNA inside our victim on the same day you went overseas?” Detective Ryu implored.
Seokjin was speechless. How was he stupid enough to not see this through? He cursed himself for not using the condom he had wanted to in the first place. But then he remembered how good it was to be inside Jihan, all raw with skin touching each other. He didn’t want any of his friends to know he was secretly fucking his own best friend’s lover when he’s not around. To put it simply, he was captivated by his beauty, and the second he saw his pretty pink cock he didn’t waste my more time licking off the precum that was leaking out.
“I’m gay, isn’t that obvious? I have two dads unlike all my friends. I think I used to be straight, until I met him. I don’t think it was love, no. It was more of a...infatuation. I kept lusting over his body since that day and I needed to see him one last time before leaving the country for three months. I didn’t assume it was going to be the last time I see him.
“How did you find out he was dead?”
“Hours after I left the penthouse, Yoongi called...I could hear panic in his tone, his breathing was sharp almost as if he couldn’t breathe right. He said he found Jihan dead on the floor when he returned home from his trip.”
“Did he tell anyone else?” Detective Ryu wondered. “Only just our friends. Then, all of us were called in by the police. Can’t you imagine the look on my parents’ face? I’m surprised all our parents aren’t going into a state of chaos with the news.”
TAEHYUNG
“Has Mr. Kim Seokjin ever told you where he was before meeting you the day Mr. Kang was found dead?” Buzzing sound came around the room like static noises. Taehyung wasn’t enjoying his time. Four hours had passed since he arrived here and the boredom was getting to his head.
He scratched the back of his head, stifling a yawn with his hand, “Nope, he did look cheery that day, scary almost. He reeked of cum and sweat too, that’s for sure.”
“I see, do you know why anyone would target Mr. Kang if he was kept a secret from his parents and all of you?”
“No, not that I know of. Jihan hyung was a nice guy. He was too weak and fragile. That’s what happens when you spent a life in a brothel, they suck you dry out of your life.” Taehyung stared up the ceiling, whispering the last few of words, “He was like that too with her.”
“I’m sorry, who?” Detective Jang had heard his whispered words, picking up ‘her’ from the sentence. “You mentioned, ‘her’. Are you talking about Y/N?”
He snickered, “Y/N. The forbidden goddess, dead but haunting.”
“Mr. Park Jimin was mentioned a few times with her. Can you elaborate more about their relationship?”
“They were lovers. They were in a relationship years before I even became friends with Jimin. One could only handle so much fluff from those two, their hips attached with one another everywhere. Y/N’s death broke his heart and he left Seoul to return home to Busan, he said it reminded him too much of her and needed a new scenery. No one’s heard from him since.”
“Mr. Jung informed us that you all knew who his parents were, had he told you before?”
Taehyung hummed, “He mentioned it a long time ago, at his party a few years ago. He invited just his close friends for some drinks and pot. At that time, Jimin was going through a rough patch in his relationship with Y/N. They were arguing something about their future together and said Y/N wanted a break from him.
He blurted out how he was basically rebelling against his parents, disclosing the jobs of his parents. We freaked out, knowing we’re all in deep trouble if his father ever caught us. You gotta admit, he’s got balls for a commissioner general’s son.”
Detective Jang nodded in agreement, “Did they fix their relationship after that?”
“Yeah, they did. They planned to move to New Zealand after uni to start a family on their own. He was going to propose to her u-until...until that fateful day.”
“Well, aside from that we like to ask you a few more questions today. The first two victims of the killer, we tracked down and found out you had a relationship with the both of them. Victim #1 and #2, Lee Seokjinah and Yoo Lina.”
“They were my hook-ups. Stopped doing them a long time ago. Don’t get why he would kill them when they’re no longer of use for me.”
“You were using them?” Taehyung nodded. “Yeah, I was getting bored of the sex. All they ever wanted was vanilla, afraid to try out new things. But at least one good thing came out from them.”
“And what is that, Mr. Kim?”
“I took their virginity away. Ahh, only two more to reach a hundred.”
“I understand, we’ll conclude your interview here, Mr. Kim. Thank you for your help.”
“Have you found anything on Y/N?” Detective Ryu approach his researcher, Lim.
“We do, sir. Full name, S/N Y/N. Born XX-X-1995. Deceased on 29 Oct 2015. Cause of death, hit and run accident.” Lim read out the information on the screen.
“Hit and run? Give me full details of the case.” Lim nodded and started pressing the keys on the keypad swiftly. As the page loads, a detailed type out of the case appeared on the screen.
SECTION: COLD CASE
CASE #1095-HRA-2015
Status of Case: UNSOLVED
Name of Deceased: S/N Y/N
Date of Death: 29 October 2015
Age: 20
Cause of Death: Hit and Run accident
Deceased’s Belongings: A purse, phone, teddy bear and bouquet of marigold
Autopsy Report: Major trauma injury on the head and neck, broken ribs and arms. Both legs are crushed in the accident. Severed cuts and wounds on body. Tire marks on legs and abdomen.
Case Information: Victim was dead on scene. No evidence was found to track down the perpetrator. Payphone used to call for help had no new lead. No new evidence given. Case was dismissed.
“A cold case, and no evidence? Strange.”
“You think the boyfriend is taking revenge?
“Don’t think so, Lim. If he was the one doing this, he would have targeted the people they loved the most. All of the killer’s victims were just past relationships, acquaintances or had no link with the suspects.”
Just then, Detective Ryu stepped into the research room, “Sir, come quick. Park Jimin’s here.”
“What the hell, Jimin’s here?” Yoongi observed a group of black suit men enclosing around Jimin, who had a woman who’s older than him standing beside him on his right.
“He brought his mother along with him. Figures, he would get the best attorney in Seoul to back his ass up.” Hoseok snickered. “They must have found something on Y/N. You think he’s gonna confess to his crime, I knew that sly motherfucker’s trying to put this on us.”
“Chill, bro. Jungkook’s the only one left. He’s the reason we could either make or break. If what you say is true, I have a feeling he knew the truth about what happened that night.” There was fear in Namjoon’s eyes. Everyone could feel the temperature of the room turning chilly over Namjoon’s words.
“The police will never know about it. They couldn’t find shit about what happened to Y/N for years. We swore an oath to protect each other. If any of this gets out, all your careers are going down the drain and let’s not talk about how we’re gonna deal with our parents about this, you got that?” Yoongi warned.
JUNGKOOK
“Mr. Jeon, are you feeling alright? Do you need some water?” Detective Jang asked. Jungkook shook his head, “No, it’s fine. I’m just feeling cold, that’s all.”
“Okay, then. Shall we begin?”
“Yes.”
“We gathered information regarding Mr. Kang and something new has come to light in our interest.” Detective Jang informed which made Jungkook confused.
“The victims of the killer had targeted victims that you and your friends had little to no relationship with. And a new topic regarding Park Jimin and Y/N has been brought up. My colleagues and I believe that it’s related to the murders that’s been going on. So, Mr. Jeon. If my theory is right, and that somehow Mr. Park is the killer, surely, he must have a reason for it. He’s trying to avenge his girlfriend for something that happened years ago and I like to know what the reason is behind all this.”
Jungkook broke out in tears. The burden of keeping the secret for so long was affecting him mentally and physically. He didn’t care if he’s going to jail for getting himself involve in an immoral act. He knew he should have come clean years ago, but he was too afraid. He was young at the time and didn’t know what he should do. His hyungs were the one who warned him about telling the truth.
All of them were sons of respectable and reputational people. If word gets out, all their families will be tarnished and hated by the people for what their sons had done to a poor innocent girl. He was going to betray his hyungs by telling the truth.
“I-I don’t know. I want to know the reason too. Jimin hyung would never do that. Not in a million years. Whoever did that to Y/N noona years ago was horrible. Her parents committed suicide because of that. She was their only child, I would never understand the pain they had to carry knowing her killer got away. T-that...t-that asshole deserves to die and rot in hell.”
“So, you don’t know who her killer is?”
“I wish I knew. He’s a coward for hiding in the dark all these years. Y-Y/N noona deserved so much, and her life was taken away because of that coward. Y-Y/N noona deserved better.”
“I’m sorry, Jungkook. I didn’t know she meant that much to you.”
“She did, and Jimin hyung needs closure from it too.”
“Did you tell them or not?” Yoongi took quick strides towards Jungkook, pulling him away so he was circled around his hyungs. “No, I didn’t.” His words made Yoongi smile, hiding it from the police officers that was looking at them suspiciously.
“I heard Jimin hyung’s here. Where is he?” Jungkook stretched his neck around the area in search of him.
Taehyung responded, “He’s in the interrogation room with Detective Ryu. He’ll be out soon.”
As soon as Taehyung said that, a blonde sleek male came out of the interrogation room. Everyone turned their attention on him. He wasn’t handcuffed nor was the police holding him back. He was walking towards the exit coolly.
Yoongi stormed off, quickly reaching the said male before grabbing him violently. “It was you, wasn’t it? You fucking asshole, the fuck are you parading around freely?! You’re the killer, admit it, you fucker!” Yoongi growled before swinging a punch into Jimin’s face.
The rest of the group ran towards the scene, arms locking around Yoongi’s to prevent him from doing anything more reckless. “Let me go, fucking let me go!”
“How dare you punch my son, Yoongi? Jimin’s innocent, how could you accuse him from doing such things?” Jimin’s mother help her son up, brushing away the dirt on his clothes and checking for any injuries. His face had a red blush after the contact from Yoongi’s fist.
“Calm down, Yoongi! You’re gonna get us in trouble.” Seokjin warned him. The officers quickly ushered them back to the waiting room.
“What’s all the commotion about?” Detective Ryu barged into the room, surveying the entire situation.
The police officer explained to him what had happened, how Yoongi had started a fight and accused Jimin as the killer.
“Park Jimin is not the killer.”
The boys were appalled, “He’s not? How do you explain the teddy bears and the marigolds?”
“Park Jimin was threaten by the same person. He had received a box containing the same three things, except his note was longer and contained everything that explained the killer’s motive.”
“What is it then?”
“The killer was Y/N’s stalker. Y/N didn’t tell anyone about it because he was threatening to leak out her secret. She was pregnant, but it wasn’t Jimin’s. It was his. If Jimin found out, she would lose him and she didn’t want that. The autopsy report didn’t’ mentioned anything about a baby because she had a miscarriage a few weeks before the incident. That was why Jimin and Y/N had a break from each other. She was covering it up with lies about their future together so Jimin wouldn’t suspect anything.”
Detective Jang rushed towards the side of her partner. “Sir, we got a location. We found the guy.”
“Right, boys you’re free to go. My men will take you home or you can call up your parents to pick you up.”
“The fuck are we, twelve? I’m leaving, see ya later guys.” Hoseok was out of the station and the others followed suite.
Stepping off the last step of stairs, a tone went off from Hoseok’s front pocket. He shuffled his phone out to see a message on the screen – ‘still keeping secrets, eh? ;)’
His brows were knitted together, trying to figure out who would have sent it to him. The number was unknown so that was a bust. The other boys had noticed his expression and gathered around him.
“What’s wrong, hyung?” Jungkook directed his eyes where Hoseok’s were. His eyes widen upon reading the message, “Y-you got the message too?”
The older boy shot his head at Jungkook, frowning, “Too? You mean you were sent one?”
He slipped out his phone and unlock it, showing the message he had gotten earlier – ‘jungkookie, it ain’t that bad if only you reveal the truth, hiding behind their shadows will do you no good.’
“You got one and didn’t bother to tell us?” Hoseok was furious. Jungkook reasoned that he was afraid and didn’t know what to do at the spur of the moment. Another tone went off, popping up another message after the other on Hoseok’s phone – ‘come alone, 11PM. to the place where it all happened.’
“You shouldn’t go alone, Hoseok. We should come with you just in case.” Namjoon patted his shoulder.
“I don’t think that’s the case anymore.” Yoongi pipped up, showing his phone screen towards the other boys, “We’re all invited.”
All the boys had gotten the same message from the same unknown number. Their emotions were mixed with fear, confusion and curiosity. Yoongi had an idea it had to be Jimin’s doing, and it was the only logical explanation he could come up with. “I bet you he gave that bullshit about Y/N having a stalker by pinning it on some loser, I’m telling you, he must have figured it out to be threatening us.”
“If it’s Jimin, then we’ll just have to see what he wants from us.”
Namjoon had called up his personal driver and headed to the location they were asked at. Upon reaching the said place, a cold chill shivered down their spines. All the haunting memories of that unspoken event came back rushing to them like adrenaline.
“I have a bad feeling about this.” Taehyung whispered under his breath.
“I second that.”
The poor dim lighted road was silent with no signs of anything living. The shops along the roads were dark with no one inside. It was almost a ghost town, as thick fog swirled the area. Standing in front of them was a small warehouse, old and abandoned. The area was used to hold parties and because of the location, students were free to smoke pot and use drugs freely without alerting the police.
Pushing open the big large doors, they were welcomed with darkness. There was no human presence, nothing. The only thing keeping the silence away was the sound of wind blowing against their ears once a while. The soles of their feet felt soft with every step they took, and they felt strings with objects stuck on them stringing from above blocking their path.
“What the fuck is this?!” Yoongi complained, swatting away the object that was hitting against him.
“Damn, it’s dark in here. I’m gonna find the power switch.” Jungkook suggested.
“I’m coming with you, not the best idea to split up but this place is giving me the creeps.” Seokjin and Taehyung tagged along, and the three disappeared into the darkness of the place.
“Jimin,” Yoongi shouted. “Come out, come out where ever you are.” Yoongi’s voice was laced with menace, taunting the ghostly place thinking someone would come out from the dark shadows.
“Park Jimin, come out you fucking coward. You have to do better than sending out threats if you think you can scare me.” Hoseok shouted. Minutes passed and there was no sign of Jimin or Jungkook and Seokjin. The others were starting to tense at the thought of something happening to them.
Suddenly the lights to the place turned on, giving out a warm tone to the place. It was bright enough for them to see around the area but it only covered just a small area they were standing at under the big light.
“The hell, flowers?” Hoseok pointed out to the floor, scattered flowers of marigold covered the entire area. He bends down and scooped them up, “And not just any flowers, they’re marigolds.”
“Take a look at this, does this not look fucked up to you?” Namjoon showed them what was stuck on the strings, they were polaroids, polaroids of you.
There were hundreds, thousands of them decorating the place. All of them were of you, smiling towards the camera, showing the peace sign or making funny faces. They were confused why would Jimin do such a thing, or was it his plan of making them guilty for killing an innocent soul?
Static sounds came on the PA system in the shape of a megaphone. “Greetings,” A voice spoke in the sound of a robot, as if to mask the identity of the person speaking. “Welcome back, you murderers.” The person sounded repulsive at their presence. “You all seem to live well, seeing it that you murdered a girl here. How could you even live with yourselves, hm?” The person chuckled.
“Well it’s a good thing she’s dead. Wouldn’t want to have a coward for a boyfriend now, would she?” Yoongi sneered, ridiculing towards the person behind the PA system. “Where the fuck is Seokjin hyung, Taehyung and Jungkook?!”
Another light turned on as it cast upon two bodies that was hanging near the railings, dangling in mid-air.
“Hyung! Taehyung!” Namjoon shouted. “What happened?” Both of them were all bloodied and bruised. They had blood dripping down their faces and clothes stained red. “Where’s Jungkook, hyung?!”
“I-I, I-I don’t know. We split up, Taehyung and Jungkook disappeared right when I was hit by something hard at the back.” He stuttered, panting out his words before spitting out blood from his mouth.
“Something had attacked us and I pushed Jungkook away for his safety. I couldn’t remember what happened after that. You have to help us, hyung. Jungkook may be in danger.” Taehyung pleaded.
“You can choose to save your friend on one condition or die with him and suffer the consequences.”
“What is the condition?” Yoongi stepped forward.
“If you choose to save him, all you have to confess to killing S/N Y/N.”
“And if we choose to die?”
“Your family with suffer the consequences of your failure to accept your responsibilities.”
“What do we do, hyung? Both the options have bad outcomes and not in our favour.” Hoseok protested. Yoongi smirked, “Relax, just follow my lead. He thinks he’s smart enough to outsmart us, well he’s wrong. Two can play that game.”
Yoongi turns back towards the PA system, “Fine, we pick to save Seokjin hyung. We’ll confess to murdering your precious Y/N.” Yoongi chuckled.
“What the fuck are you doing, hyung?!” He was taken hold in Namjoon’s arm, shaking him. He pushes him off, grabbing him by his collar. “Fuck, Namjoon. Don’t you see the place, the whole fucking area. Haven’t you notice anything, huh?”
Namjoon looked around, haven’t got a clue to what Yoongi was talking about. Yoongi sighed, “There’s no fucking cameras in the area, he doesn’t have evidence to use it against us. The only evidence was Seokjin hyung’s dash cam and we had it erased, remember? He has us confessing for nothing, Joonie!” He gave him a wicked smile in which the younger boy did the same in return.
“Fine, you win Jimin. I confess to killing precious Y/N. Are you happy now?” The others did the same.
“Thank you. I appreciate all of you for your cooperation. Any final words to say to me, my dear friends?”
“Yeah, fuck you Park Jimin. And fuck Y/N too.” Yoongi gives the finger and walking towards the exit where they came from.
They were only a few feet away before the entrance door automatically closed, sealing them shut inside the warehouse. Yoongi was startled, forcing the door to open as hard as he could. “What the fuck, man?! We held our end of the bargain!”
“I only told you to confess, I never said anything about letting you off, alive.” The man dragged his last word. “I would have if you weren’t so rude to me at the end. Say goodbye to your friends.”
Quick ticking sounds like an alarm clock went off above them before blowing Seokjin’s and Taehyung’s bodies into pieces, flying across everywhere and splattering it over the boys.
“WHAT THE FUCK BRO?! H-HOLY SHIT!” Hoseok cried, panicking as he wiped away the blood from his face. Namjoon had thrown up from the sight, and the smell of flesh on him wasn’t making him feel any better.
Yoongi stood frozen, stunned over what had happened right in front of his eyes. A loud chuckle came from above them. A man stood on the railing, wearing the same hoodie and shoes like one of their friends did. His face was covered with his hoodie, hiding his identity but Yoongi could tell who exactly the person was.
“TRAITOR! You fucking sly dog. You’re working with him, aren’t you?! You betrayed us?” Hoseok and Namjoon looked up, eyes shocked upon the identity of the man.
Jungkook took his hoodie off, revealing himself. “Betrayed you? How could you accuse me of such thing? It was unfortunate I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. You only looped me into your shit because I overheard your conversation and afraid, I would utter a word to Jimin hyung. The only fucking coward here is all of you.”
Yoongi growled, “Did Jimin put you up to this?”
“Well,” Jungkook started off, “Jimin hyung had known the truth before I could even tell him. He found recorded footages of that night on my computer when I forgot to turn it off right after all of you left. Jimin hyung stayed the night, remember? I explained to him the whole story. After that, he left and didn’t contact us for years.
If you’re asking whether Jimin hyung is involved in this or not, I’m afraid I can’t tell you that. But on the bright side, at least now you know you don’t have to keep this secret from him anymore, right? Goodbye, hyungs!
A timer set off and a quick swoosh flew across the room. A wicked grin plastered across Jungkook’s face as he sets his eyes upon his hyungs. Blood started trickling down the sides of their mouth and a fine thin red line had appeared on their abdomen, before their upper half of the body slid off and fell to the floor with a huge thump.
A thin wire had cut across them, slicing them in half like a piece of meat. Jungkook sighed in awe at the scene in front of him, pleased with his masterpiece. “Better start sending those footages before the police comes. How stupid of Seokjin hyung. They used his car for his accident, got rid of the footages and the car as well but never thought about who had access to his dash cam. Should’ve remembered who installed it for him in the fist place.” He chuckled before whistling a tune to finish off his plan.
Police arrived at the scene, body bags in toll strolling the bodies of the boys out from the warehouse. They found Jungkook drugged and unconscious in the control room with another body of a man with a gun in his hand. Police had identified him as Y/N’s stalker, the one Jimin had told before.
Unknown by the police was Y/N’s stalker was just an alibi to cover up Jimin and Jungkook’s plan to kill off all their friends for hiding such secret from him all these years. Why Jungkook had chose to help Jimin instead of hiding from him like his hyungs did was unclear but nonetheless, Jimin was grateful for him as he needed the closure.
When Jungkook was interrogated by the police at the hospital, he fabricated the stories with layers of lies and emotions so much so that the police believed him as he used his doe like eyes to add a little bit of touch to it.
After the whole situation had ended and the truth was revealed, Jimin and Jungkook carried on with their lives normally as they did before everything happened. Jimin had helped cleared Jungkook’s name of any charges of involvement and offered him anything as gratitude of appreciation for what he had done for him. He occasionally offered Jungkook to tag along if he was visiting your grave to which he would accept, leaving you a fresh bouquet of marigold and placing them on your tombstone.
“Jimin hyung, has Y/N noona ever told you why she loved marigolds?” The younger boy wondered.
Jimin nodded, “She did,” he bent down to reach the same level as your tombstone, brushing his thumb against the carvings of your name. “She told me how marigolds are such pretty flowers but holds a sad meaning to it.”
“What meaning does it holds?”
“Pain and grief. She says it reminded her of people, people who show how happy they are on the outside but suffering from pain and grief on the inside. That’s why they say the happiest people hide away their pain and suffering from others with a mask, with a veil.”
