"Yoongi! We finally got a lead!" Namjoon uncovers the phone speaker, "Tell me what they look like, Hobi!"

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Yoongi stares at his boyfriend who is, as you guessed it, looking at the new murder the chopstick guy had done last night.

No matter what I do or say, he still doesn't listen to me!

"I'm going to start lunch."

Namjoon just nods as his phone rings. Yoongi just rolls his eyes in annoyance. He does love Namjoon, he really does, but Yoongi needs more then just a kiss and sex from his partner. He wants Namjoon to be their emotionally, not just in the bedroom. Hell, Yoongi wants to purpose to him, but this case is making it harder for Yoongi to hang on to the ring in his dresser. Yeah, maybe six months is too short, but Yoongi does love him, if only Namjoon could show some signs of loving him too.

"What's did you find?"

"Well hello to you too."

"Hi Hobi. Now what did you find?" Namjoon loves his friend but some times, he could be a bit too much.

"Well, with the recent death, we know that the chopstick psycho is behind it, right?"

"Yes."

"And that every camera we look at are all in black and white, right?"

"Jung Hoseok if you don't fucking tell me I swear to god I'll..."

"We managed to catch a glimpse of the weapon! We have him, Joon!"

Namjoon felt his heart jump out of his chest. "Wait, we finally have..."

"Yes! The jewelry store next door had cameras but not just any cameras, colored ones."

Namjoon covers up his phone's mic and yells into the kitchen, "Yoongi! We finally got a lead!" Namjoon uncovers the phone speaker, "Tell me what they look like, Hobi!"

"Red. They are red chopsticks and by the looks of them, brand new. He also has long black hair, it seems to be curly but not naturally."

Namjoon felt his heart stop. Red......new.....chopsticks.....

No it, it had to be a coincidence! It has to be!

"Joon."

Namjoon felt his every ounce of his body run cold. Oh god.

"I have to go. Hoseok found something and he says it's urgent."

Yoongi walks right in front of Namjoon, stopping him from leaving. "Urgent?"

Namjoon stares at the pair of chopsticks in Yoongi's hands. "Yeah, he....he said something about something."

"The lead, I presume?" Yoongi asked, wiping the utensil clean. "I'm glad you're finally about to close this case."

The two had a stand off. Namjoon wanting to leave and Yoongi trying to stop him. My gun! 

With no hesitation, Namjoon runs to the cabinet but was quickly stopped by weight on his back. Yoongi jumped on top of him and tried to pin the much taller, much stronger man down to the floor.

Namjoon proved his strength when he grips Yoongi by his shirt and throws him off. Yoongi lands harshly, but is quick to get himself back on his feet. Namjoon runs to the cabinet and pulls his personal gun out of hiding, he goes to cock it....

"Hey!"

Namjoon turns around only to feel pain in his eyes. Blood. Blood ran down his eyes where the chopsticks were penetrating. Namjoon screams in horror. Yoongi smacks the gun out of Namjoon's hands and pins his back to the floor.

The chopsticks are still gouged into his eyes.

"I told you. I fucking told you to stop looking through the case! I never wanted to hurt you!" Yoongi cries.

"Get off of me....." The tears coming from Namjoon made the stinging in his eyes worse.

"Fuck! Why didn't you listen? Why, Joonie?" Yoongi felt his own tears coming, he never wanted this to happen. "The only good thing about this is you never told anyone about us. We need to go. I know a place!"

Namjoon felt his body being lifted off the ground and placed on the couch. He tried to struggle but Yoongi managed to tie his hands behind his back with some sort of cloth.

"I'll grab a few things, stay here." Yoongi's foot steps are heard running upstairs. Namjoon took this as his chance and took off towards the front door. By his memory, he should be able to leave without making too much noise.

/crash/

He forgot about the side table, poor lamp. Making a small turn, Namjoon continues moving straight, bumping into the coffee table. Maybe he doesn't know his house that well.

"AHHH!" Namjoon screams. He may have miscalculated how far he was to the hallway's walls and managed to run into it......face first.

The chopsticks are pushed further into his eyes, creating more pain. Namjoon falls to the ground, his tears making way for more. Help.....someone help....

"Joonie! Oh god. Here let me help you." Yoongi's voice didn't sound soothing anymore.

Namjoon tried to kick the man away but Yoongi managed to sit on his flailing limbs and held his face still.

"Your eyes are kind of useless now. I've done this plenty of times." Yoongi pulls the utensils out of Namjoon's eyes, who screamed for Yoongi to stop. He didn't.

"Don't worry, this will hurt but it will stop the pain." Yoongi then put's a wooden spoon in between Namjoon's teeth. "Bite on this."

It all happened too fast. Yoongi was fast. Using his thumbs, he managed to gouge Namjoon's eyes out of his sockets and placed the small round objects on the floor. Namjoon couldn't feel the pain, or at least, not that much anymore. It still hurts but now it was tolerable.

"There, see. No more pain."

Namjoon can feel the blood running down his face, down his chin, and making it's way towards his chest. The blood wasn't stopping.

How am I still alive?

"My....my....you took.....my eyes..."

Yoongi smiles reassuringly. "I know, but good news, they won't get infected. Once we get to the new house, I'll fix you up!"

"Get the hell away from me!" Namjoon couldn't believe it. Just two minutes ago he was able to see and now......everything is dark.

Yoongi just holds his boyfriend close. "I know you're angry, but, listen to me. I will never hurt you like this again. Never again."

A cloth was then placed over Namjoon's mouth and nose, breathing in, he felt his body slowly go limp. Chloroform. Wasn't hard to guess, Namjoon has been in this business for a couple of years now, so this isn't very new to him, it being used on him, now that is new.

"Don't worry Joonie. Everything will be ok."

Namjoon closed his useless eyes......unconsciousness filled him.

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