I guess they found out about me. Sheesh, I'm sure all you guys know it too as well right? Fine I'm the stranger. Well originally my name doesn't start with S but a Y instead. My nickname begins with S though, everything else that explains myself starts with an S too like swag, sexy, snob, skinny, sloppy, sluggish.

To sum up, I'm a full-time sloth. I can sleep, see, yet another S word, all day long. Some even mention I should just marry my bed already.

Remember I used to talk to you guys and I end it by saying With hate, Stranger? Well those are letters which soon those dorks would find out about it. Most probably my roommate next door will pass it to them. Sheesh wait, why am I telling you guys all these highly confidential information? Hmm whatever it doesn't matter since my secret is leaked anyway.

Yes, I thought there were the ones who took part in my uncle's murder basically cause I can't see the other two masked faces. In my mind, I thought that the masked faces were the mastermind and the dorks were their minions who will gladly obey their master but I guess I was wrong.

I have proof with myself though. One of them, the maknae one? Pulled out one of the mystery guy's beanie. What the little one forgot to do was to actually discard that beanie or at least keep it to himself in case someone found out so yes, that 'someone' who happened to find out about it was me.

I gently picked up the beanie from the dirty ground with a small cloth I have, as to not leave any fingerprints on it but whoops, guess whose fingerprints are on it? Yes, the maknae. I still have the beanie in my bag as we speak.

Why am I holding a grudge you might wonder? Simple. The body has been found but they have yet to catch the murderers. Tell me if that is fair. Tell me if that serves justice to my uncle. Tell me am I right or wrong.

He was the only uncle who truly believed in me. He never give up but instead shower me with patience and love. He's more of a dad to me than my own biological dad. My parents, heck, they don't care about me. They think I'm a shame to them because I was involved in drugs so they kick me out but did they ever stop to wonder why I was involved in those in the first place? Did they ever wonder that maybe 'Oh my son probably needs our love and attention'? Did they ever stop to wonder that a stuck up kid like me needs supportive people by their side so he could go through 24 hours of his day with a smile?

NO. THEY NEVER. NO ONE DOES.

Have you ever felt that nobody cared for you? As if whatever they do seemed fake to you? They may shower you with smiles and hugs but all you see is nothing but an act. Then again, you tell yourself that things would take its turn. That maybe one day, an angelic soul would magically fall down from the sky, and yes it did when I first met Park Jimin.

He was the only person who look pass through me. The only person who didn't shot me with a judgmental look since I was always dressed in black with my hoodie hovering over my head, hands tucked in on my side pockets, looking down or shooting glares at people when passing down the school hallways. No, to Jimin, I'm just another ordinary school boy who needs a friend.

We weren't in the same classroom since I'm a senior by 2 years but we were all in the same basketball team along with his alien best friend, Kim Taehyung. I swear that Jimin is one of the nicest soul you can ever meet in your life. He's a reflection of my dead uncle. Never did Jimin shove me aside nor push me out his life. He stayed by my side telling me that he'll always be by my side if I ever needed a friend to talk to.

I felt my life slowly change from there but sadly, Jimin is taken by Jung Hoseok so I prevented myself from having any feelings for him. I drew a line between friends and more than friends.

I miserably failed. I ended up stalking Jimin every now and then so since he's usually with the rest of the dorks, that's how I got to know each of them really well. How did I spy? Come on, spy things, gadgets etc. You guys can imagine yourselves on that so I'll spare the details.

Yet another unanswered question, why did I leave the campus? Listen well alright! First reason was because the dorks found out about me so I can't leave them locked up in that room therefore I set them free so at least I know they will still remain alive especially Jimin. I really do like him, not like-like but love-like.

Second, I'm not ready to face any of them. I felt guilty for aiming at the wrong people. I deeply thought there were the murderers but I guess I was too angry at that point of time, I let my anger overtake my judgement.

Lastly, surprisingly an unknown source sent me a message saying...

You think it's over, but the games only just begun. Dare to step to the police station and you see what happens.

I was dumfounded. Who in the world could that be? I'm the main mastermind but looks like there's a bigger player out there. I have no idea where I'm going. I'll just walk as far as my two small feet can take me but then again, am I making the wrong choice?

Should I walk back and help the dorks?

Jimin's POV

"What are we going to do, guys..." The gang and I was still standing outside Yoongi's dorm room when his roommate next door interrupted, "Sorry but Yoongi wanted me to pass you this box before he left" he then excused himself and left us with the black square shaped box.

None of us was willing to open up the box, God knows what is in there. It might be something gross or creepy.

"Taehyung!" I shocked him, "Pabo you open the box!" I swiftly handed it over to him who hesitantly took it.

"Why me!" He grumbled, "You open it!"

"No you!" I retorted.

"Aish! The two of you" the maknae snapped, "Can you both for once act like your age" he took the box from Taehyung and slightly open the box.

The rest was circling around him, zooming in their eyes to what's inside. Now, it was halfway open and the first thing that caught their attention was something reddish.

"B-blood" Hoseok stuttered, almost collapsing. Well pity, my ex-boyfriend is such a wimp.

"No, hyung. It's just red ink. Relax okay?" Jungkook comforted.

The box was now fully open, revealing stacks of letters written by the Stranger. Mostly all was written in red ink except one letter, the paper was pink in color and nicely written in black ink. It was the stranger's confession to the person he likes. I picked it up and went to a corner to read, my eyes widening bigger and bigger as I go down the line.

Dear Crush,

If you're reading this letter right now, it means I'm already gone. It also means you have figured out who I am. I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way, I now realized it was all my fault. I thought you four were the killers.

The person who was brutally murdered, was my uncle, and he means the world to me so please don't be mad at me if all I wanted to do was bring justice.

I have no idea where I'm going right now but I'll walk as far as my two feet can take me. Thank you, Park Jimin, for being my one and only friend during poly. Even till now. Thank you for believing in me, looking at me differently than how others do.

Park Jimin, this may sound crazy coming from someone stuck up like me but I.... Damn don't judge me if I say this out okay!

IreallydocareforyouandIloveyousomuch

Willyoubemine?

I can't help but paint a smile on my face after reading it. Is that the end of the letter? I looked at the bottom most part and noticed something else was written.

It says turn the page.

Bet you can't help but smile at that right? Be happy Jiminie always okay! I hate seeing you frown. Sorry once again to you and friends, hope you guys are doing okay now.

Me? Nah don't worry, I'm sure I'll be fine.

Finally, err, about my confession.. Don't you DARE tell it to anyone else. Still, I hope you'll be mine.

Well whatever, bye!

Love,
Yoongi

I folded the letter back nicely and tucked it in my jeans pocket. Omo, why am I smiling like an idiot right now? My cheeks naturally turned cherry red. Gah, Jimin! Get a grip of yourself, you just broke up with someone, you need more time for yourself. Okay got it, I chant to myself.

The rest of the guys were going through the rest of the letters. Their mouths gaping from the moment the box was open till now.

"Jimin you pabo! Come here!" My alien best friend startled me from my daydream, motioning me to sit where he was.

"Look!" He handed me a black colored letter written in silver ink. "I guess Yoongi hyung was threatened by someone else too" Taehyung concluded that maybe Yoongi is as scared as hell as they were. Judging by the letter, it looks like Yoongi was forced to do all these. Like example, imprisoning us in our dorm room.

They were all too shag to figure out what was really happening. It's barely a week of college life but so much drama had happened within 3 days.

"Okay guys, how about we all rest yeah? I'll keep the box" the rest couldn't help but to agree and slowly they went back to their dorm room. Jungkook stayed over at Taehyung's while Hoseok, well maybe tonight is the last night I'll let him stay.

I bid goodbye to my alien best friend and the maknae before heading to my room with Hoseok, shutting the door and plopped on my bed the moment I'm in.

"We need to talk"

"There's nothing else to talk about. You cheated on me, as simple as that" I turned my back against him.

"Babe please!" I could hear his pleading tone.

"Don't you dare call me babe again or honey or whatever. I'm Jimin and that's what you'll call me. Now shut up or you can't stay the night here" I threatened him.

"Fine. I'm not the only one at fault" he mumbled the last few words.

"Excuse me? What did you say again?" I hop out from bed and was now standing face to face with him.

"Nothing" he shook his head.

"Say it out"

"I said I'm not the only one at fault!" He raised his voice at me.

"And why is that?" I crossed my arm, trying my best not to shout back at him. If not Tae and JK would come over to see what's wrong.

"Yoongi. He likes you, don't he? Or wait, he LOVES you" Hoseok sarcastically said.

"But I still stick by you!" I retaliated. "But you, what did you do! One more nonsensical word, Jung Hoseok, and you're out!"

"Okay I'm sorry. At least forgive me, please" he begged.

"Not now, Hoseok. Not now" I dived back to bed, hovering my blanket over my head. Without me realizing, tears was streaming down my cheeks.

Jung Hoseok, I love you so much and this is what you do to me? God knows when I'll ever forgive you.

Taehyung's POV

The room engulfed in silence as we hear Jimin and Hoseok arguing. I didn't want that to happen to Jungkook and I. The maknae was sitting at the edge of my bed, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Tae..." He had his head down, refusing to look at me. I went over and lift up his chin to level with mine.

"What is it, pumpkin?"

"Y-you call me pumpkin.. Aren't you still mad at me?" He looked at me with those cute puppy dog eyes.

"Of course not, I don't want us to end up like the other two. Pumpkin?"

"Ne, baby?" He looked straight into my eyes.

""I love you to every single blue sky and back, Jeon seagull Jungkook. Still remember that?"

"Our first date" he smiled and replied, "I love you too, to planet Saturn and back, Kim alien Taehyung" he cupped my cheeks and leaned in for a soft, innocent kiss. It felt like a thousand years since I felt his plush lips.

He shined me his sweet, gentle smile once we pulled apart, caressing my cheeks. I can't imagine losing him in a month's time so tears started streaming down my cheeks as I let that sad thought process.

"Baby.. W-why are you crying?" He sat even closer to me, wiping away my tears.

"I don't want to lose you, pumpkin. I'm not ready. Not now, not then, not till forever" I couldn't help but to cry even more, facing away from him.

"Baby, you won't lose me. We still have a month? We can do all-" he got cut off.

"Then what? I'll be left here alone, waking up every morning with a half empty bed? Missing you everyday, mourning over you?" I stood up and walk to the corner of the room but he stopped me and pulled my hand, making me fall into his warm embrace.

"Kim Taehyung, always remember that I love you even after I'm gone. Always know I'm deep down your heart, always remember that. No matter how far apart I am, I'll look down on you from up there" Jungkook was now crying, I dug my head on his chest, sobbing too hard I was speechless for words.

I managed to regain myself and look up at him, "Please go to surgery, pumpkin. Please!" I pleaded, tugging on his shirt.

"But I'm afraid.. What if after surgery, my lower spine got worse and I couldn't walk at all?"

"Then I'll be crippled too and we both sit on wheelchairs, alongside each other"

"Baby, don't be silly" Jungkook managed to giggle a little.

"I'm serious" I replied deadpan.

"No you're not"

I shot him a deep, serious glare like a predator to a prey.

"Okay fine, I'll go to surgery" he felt defeated and I got up from his embrace and yay-ed!

I started singing 'If you're happy and you know, you clap your hand' hoping around the room, asking my precious to act all silly with me and forget all these emotional and madness we've been through the past few days.

It felt good, really good. I want us to be like this everyday and I'm sure there'll be a rainbow after every rainfall.

On the other side of the story, however...

"Let me go! Who are you guys! What are you going to do to me with that knife! Untie me now!"