"Kookie, I'm a bit worried."

Yoongi was sitting at the table, rummaging through the old envelopes he had. Jungkook stared, unsure what to do, as he himself was a little worried.

"What happened?" Jungkook watched as Yoongi opened letters, reading them and putting them back in. He figured that Yoongi wasn't actually reading them, just skimming them through like he needed to find closure.

"See, I'm not sure if this is anything to consider, but..." He started, "Well, if this is the same guy – and I'm sure it is, he seemed rather upset."

Now Jungkook was a bit confused. "What do you mean?"

Yoongi looked through the letters again, "Well, the last murder we saw was him being strangled, right?"

"Right...?"

"Did he not seem more aggressive this time?"

"Isn't he just insane?"

"No, I'm sure that there's a reason behind it. He was suppressing something. I think he was angry?" Yoongi squinted his eyes in frustration. Then he started rubbing his head, which worried Jungkook. Yoongi muttered, "But why?"

His boyfriend walked up to the black haired boy, rubbing his back. "Are you okay? You should be taking Tylenol or whatever it is you take to help."

"Fuck off," He snapped, and Jungkook yipped back. The black haired boy sighed, already feeling guilty. "I know, I'm sorry. How about you give me some?" He was being too harsh to Kookie. What the fuck was wrong with him? "Okay, baby?" Yoongi tried with a soothing voice – it somewhat succeeded, thankfully. With that, Jungkook silently went to the kitchen, where they stored some of the pills.

Fuck, his head hurt so much.

I can't tell Kookie I fainted from pain again near the scene. He'll kill me if I do.

Taking that thought away, he wondered just why the killer was trying to show the butterfly through the dead body this time. Was he missing something? He literally had never done this sort of thing before. He did take a criminology class...

Maybe he should look through the notes again.

Opening a few of the letters from at least 3 years ago, where it all started, he skimmed over the writing, remembering how they used to come to him.

They were, at first, brought through with cute gifts like a box of chocolates or flowers. The notes themselves were a little odd to Yoongi at the time, thinking maybe someone was just playing a prank on him – yet he didn't know of anyone who knew of his past. He didn't even meet Kookie until a month later.

Hey. You probably don't care I'm gone. It's fine, because I hate you.

I want to know... why. Why did you leave me? With him?

You're killing me here. Why do I have to suffer? Why did you make me into this?

I thought you said you loved me.

I'm going to kill you.

Did you really lose your memories?

Did you do this to me on purpose?

I've killed just for you. You're going to be so fucking proud of me.

Are you happy yet?

Look what you made me become.

I'm going to come after you, I swear I will.

Over the course of a year, the shift in the way the letters handled themselves was really different.

Honestly he didn't know why he kept them. And another thing was... as much as he wanted to reply to these notes, he couldn't.

There was no address.

But the thing he needed to absolutely know was;

Who was this person?

Why are they angry at me?

What did I do to them?

Why are they grabbing my attention by killing?

"Here, Yoongi." Jungkook came back with the pills and a glass of water. Yoongi was about to grab them, however, Jungkook made a sniffing noise and that immediately caught Yoongi's attention more than his aching brain.

"You're welcome." Jungkook was a little sour with his words, and his eyes were watering.

For fuck's sake. Yoongi, you need to kill yourself right now why did you hurt him.

The black haired boy walked over to Jungkook and held onto his hand. "Kookie, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it."

"I know it's hard for you."

"It doesn't mean I should act like a dick to you." Yoongi frowned and rubbed Jungkook's hand, "I want... To hug you. Is that okay?"

Jungkook nodded, leaning into Yoongi's chest. Yoongi wrapped his warm arms around the boy, hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry... I love you. I hope you know I won't ever do anything to really hurt you."

"Yeah, I know."

"... Want to help me?"

"Can I?"

"Sure. I need help sorting out these notes. We should also go online and check about some things involving the time I had my accident. I think I missed something."

Jungkook nodded, and a little bunny smile crawled on his face. Fuck, he was just too precious.

In the distance, they both heard a door open and close. It must've been Myungsoo who was going out.

Jungkook was worried about him... Maybe he could talk to him later when he came back.

-  -  -  -

They had sorted out the letters and read over them, although it really brought them nothing. It was more to Yoongi's comfort than anything else. Yoongi also finally took the pills, which helped him greatly after half an hour when they kicked in.

Right now, Jungkook was scrolling through the internet. They've alread been on a few sites already since a few years ago, but they were only sites focused entirely on Yoongi's accident. If there were any murders elsewhere in town, Yoongi told Jungkook to ignore it.

Every site was the same, though. The ones that were mainly focused on Yoongi's accident, he meant.

Yoongi's father was killed and they found Yoongi on the bottom of a 20 foot bridge. He had a lot of blood loss, had a major concussion, and was even in a coma for a few months, which was pretty lucky considering his injury... A miracle, even. And he had amnesia including anything that happened a few years before; even people were a blur and some subjects in school.

However, from personal knowledge, Jungkook knew he was a smart guy already and didn't have too much trouble catching up with school work afterwards. When Jiyeon, that woman, took him into custody, they moved abroad for 3 years then came back.

That's when he met me, Jungkook!

Not before getting those random notes...

Jungkook knew that Yoongi must've known someone in his past. This murderer might've been Yoongi's friend. Maybe his enemy.

He was just more scared about one thing; What happened when Yoongi got his memories back? What if he really was a murderer, too? Or some thug that used to do drugs and fuck bitches every night at clubs? He found it somewhat highly unlikely, but the fear was still there.

What if he'll leave me?

What if he'll want to forget how we hold each other at night?

What if he won't love me anymore?

If I was just here for moral support after all this time, helping him get his memories back, will it mean nothing to him?

Will I mean nothing to him?

"Kookie?"

"Yeah?"

"I think we're going to go insane."

Jungkook laughed, a little dryly. "I think so too."

"There's one thing I want to know, though... What if the butterfly has another meaning? What if they don't mean that someone I know is going to die soon?"

"Maybe." Jungkook started wondering about that, too. Whoever this person was, they clearly were more fixated on Yoongi than Jungkook. Besides, he was the only person Yoongi really only knew.

After a few more minutes passed, there was a certain news article that caught his attention. He remembered seeing it before, however since it wasn't a case revolving around Yoongi's, he ignored it. This time, though, he wanted to check it out for a few reasons.

"Hey, Yoongi?"

"Mm?"

"I know that you want to only see cases around your case, but I think this one's a bit interesting."

"What is it?"

"Well... I just got drawn in because it's a murder that happened in the same town as you. And..." Jungkook looked at Yoongi, rubbing one of his eyes. "It says it happened on the same night as yours."

Yoongi came over and leaned over Jungkook's shoulder (he was sitting down on one of the table chairs) to read the site, causing the boy to freeze. He couldn't help but slowly lean his head in the direction of Yoongi's shirt and smell his scent. It was wonderful. It was very sweet, but also minty. He had no idea why, but he just loved it.

"Oh. They were stabbed to death, too, just like my dad." Yoongi muttered to himself.

Jungkook was too busy trying to get high off of Yoongi's scent to even want to listen to what he was talking about.

"They were parents? Why wasn't the kid killed?" Yoongi leaned more over Jungkook's shoulder, his neck exposed now to Jungkook's face. Yoongi took over the computer Jungkook had laying on the table, focused on the article.

The younger boy leaned in, breathing on Yoongi's skin. He started peppering kisses in the crook of his neck. He sensed Yoongi flinch under his touches, which influenced Kookie to continue even more. "... You smell delicious."

"Shut up." Yoongi shuddered, "I'm trying to continue looking up what you found....." Jungkook kept sprinkling kisses, moving his lips to Yoongi's jaw, eventually finding their way to Yoongi's lips.

Yoongi pulled away, "Kookie, we're supposed to be resear-Oh...!" Jungkook could practically hear Yoongi purr as he rubbed Yoongi's nipple through his shirt. Taking his vulnerability into consideration, he attacked his lips again, but of course Yoongi dominated it eventually.

By now Jungkook was leaned crudely against the table, legs spread wide as Yoongi rutted against him. Jungkook's head rolled back as he moaned Yoongi's name, however quickly corrected himself with the correct word; Daddy.

Before he knew it, both of their shirts were already on the ground. The black haired boy bellowed a growl against Jungkook's collarbone, sucking hard on his soft skin, leaving a few pretty bruises in sight.

"You're mine."

Jungkook was his.

Jungkook became hasty. He wanted Yoongi's dick inside him. He wanted Yoongi to fuck him on this table right now. While being smothered with aggressive kisses he started unbuckling the elder's belt roughly and clumsily, but succeeded, unzipping and was pulling down Yoongi's pants at a slow pace.

"I want you Yoongi-ah...!"

Yoongi tenderly kneaded Jungkook's ass, which caused the boy to lift his leg and wrap it around Yoongi's waist, grinding their bulges even harder together. Yoongi moaned, bringing his mouth to Jungkook's ear, gently pulling on it with his teeth. "Who?"

"Daddy."

Both Jungkook and Yoongi turn to the doorway as the familiar, yet forgotten voice responded instead.

It was none other than the pink haired boy, Myungsoo.

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