Namjoon finally, finally came home. It felt like ages since Jin had last seen him. And it felt like forever since he was physically trying to stop himself from killing Hyeon. Thankfully he was successful, although he was really starting to think he should slap some sense into her because she never stopped insulting him. Even Jin knew when to shut up. He never talked much in the beginning, but nevertheless it meant that she really just needed to shut up.

Namjoon told Jin to try on what he had bought; he wasn't sure if he had gotten him the right set of clothing or not, so he wanted him to wear them just to make sure. There were about 23 things bought in total. And there were a few underwear, a few socks, a few pants and a few shirts that were too big and some too small, but other than that, he was fine with it. Besides, bigger shirts were of his liking. So, choosing black jeans and a dark blue cotton looking shirt that seemed to compliment his collarbones nicely, Jin stared at himself in the mirror accordingly.

He was very much satisfied with this look. Jin definitely loved the way he looked. He looked clean now; unlike before. That reasoning should be very clear. He tried to be hidden. There was more to that, actually... But he didn't want to think of it now. He deserved to look this stunning. 

After all, he was Mister Worldwide Handsome™️.

Walking back into the living room, Jin felt a lot better about his body once again. Having a smug look on his face, he glanced to Hyeon, only to see her drool over his amazing looks, though quickly covered it up, remembering she hated this man. He then turned to see Namjoon with a satisfied hidden smirk, with the look of shock and approval clear on the cop's face.

"Wow," Namjoon gasped. At that moment, Jin stared intensely at him and somehow he felt a little jittery and restless. His heart made that strange feeling again, like he was anticipating Namjoon to say something. What was he going to say?

"You really do have big shoulders."

Jin lowered his eyes and cleared his throat. "They are, aren't they?" Namjoon noticed the distress look on his face and quickly tried saying something else, though Jin stared at him once more and the smile was back. "Wait, that meant you stared at them before." He leaned in to Namjoon's face a little too closely, wondering when he had stared at them before.

"I-It was when you were half naked! And wh-when you made spaghetti for me... So back away, man!" He placed a hand against Jin's face to push him away. Jin blinked, a little floundered he had been touched. But he felt... giddy again.

Without thinking, he placed a hand against his mouth and kissed it, then sending it to Namjoon playfully. "I know, I'm too handsome." Jin quickly placed his hands behind his back and nodded to the counter, his ears turning an obvious shade of red. "I made us supper, by the way. Enchiladas." He felt really weird for doing something so out of character...

It took a moment for Namjoon to adjust his eyes away from the man in front of him, and ushered a little, 'Ah, right, thank you.' Jin made his way to the counter, grabbing plates out. "For the lovely Hyeon," Jin said, giving her a plate. She gave him a nasty glare that she hid from Namjoon, replying with fake gratitude but Jin carried on with a smile. Then he passed one to the dirty blond man, "And one for Officer Namjoon." For some reason, his hand wanted to avoid contact with the Officer's. 

Jin had started noticing it since they met. Something about this man was definitely kicking something in motion inside of Jin. Did he like it? He wasn't sure. These emotions felt new and scary, which he did not like at all. What happened to the other Jin? The one who was still cold?

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"That was very nice. Thank you for the meal." Namjoon nodded his head. Jin picked up the plates, though Namjoon protested a few times, but he didn't want to let Namjoon do it so the boy gave up and let Jin go.

"No problem. Knowing how to cook is important, Officer." He cleaned the dishes. Namjoon went quiet, so Jin assumed he was simply watching calmy or doing other things. Once he was done, Jin wiped his hands dry and examined the room, really to fine him alone.

He supposed he should go back in the locked room; there wasn't much to do yet. As soon as he walked in the hallway, high pitched giggles and moans could be heard in the room directly at the end of it. From what he could hear, not many sounds came from Namjoon. And yes, he knew what they were doing.

Should he interfere? No. If she fought Jin, he would probably accidentally harm her like he did with Jimin. The brown haired boy went in the room, however kept a creak open because it would be bothersome if he had gotten himself accidentally locked inside. He wasn't sure how the door worked yet – maybe that wasn't how it worked at all. Still, he would rather not be locked inside like last time.

The first thing he spotted was the lamp. It was still on the floor where Namjoon had left it, exactly how it was left beforehand. He glanced to the bedside table, and then shuffled over. It was painted a baby blue, yet it was made of old wood. It was like an antique, and he found it kind of cute. Jin grabbed the corners, moving it so there was a gap in between the wall and the bedside table.

There was an outlet here.

He took this as his chance, bringing the lamp off the floor and plugging it into the wall next to his bed, and soon placing it on the table. He made himself comfortable on the bed, staring at nothing in particular, yet his thoughts were now all over the place.

He told Namjoon about his mother. Might as well go all the way now, he supposed. Having his story heard for the first time by this Officer didn't seem to bother Jin. Speaking of which... "You're having... feelings." He muttered to himself. At the mere mention of that, nothing happened. He expected his heart to go crazy again, but nothing. Jin wasn't grasping what was happening.

Did he like it? Did he hate it?

He shook his head, deciding to clear his thoughts of it for now. He walked back in the living room, still hearing the woman make her petty pants in the closed bedroom. Jin turned on the TV, going onto the news to check if anything strange was happening. 

"... Reports say the Black Butterfly Murderers have escaped their cells..." Jin stared in awe and disbelief at what he was seeing. Ever since they came in as the committed murderers, the name Black Butterfly Murderer had become plural, but right now that was beyond the point. They escaped prison?!

"... They have not been caught, but here are their faces. The one on the left is Lisa Manoban, and the one on the right is Rosé Park. If you happen to see them, please don't hesitate to call..." Jin let out a laugh, wiping away nonexistent tears.

I'm such an idiot. Why would I ever think they'd give up their strange way of living? They thrive on this kind of thing.

"Black Butterfly Murderers, huh?" Jin snapped his head around at the familiar voice. Namjoon had clothes on, but his hair was a little whacked out and his lips were a little bigger than before, so Jin wanted to turn around but his head was telling him otherwise. It wouldn't move away.

Jin didn't answer, evidently in a daze, so Namjoon started again. "They must be really dangerous." He walked up to Jin on the couch, sitting down on the other side. Jin didn't let his eyes off of the human, having a really strange feeling cross his body and mind.

"... I've seen the murder victims. They look like my friend, Min Yoongi... It's really strange. Thankfully he wasn't a victim, either."

Jin was instantly snapped out of his daze at the mention of that name. "Min... Yoongi...?" His thoughts raced, though he didn't know why. "How do you know him?"

"He was my high school friend. He, Hoseok, Jimin and I were like a little group of weird misfits. But I liked it." Namjoon smiled. Jin could tell he was reliving the memories he must have deemed as nice. Hoseok was a new name, though.

"What happened to them?"

Namjoon's smile faded, now looking sombre and sad. "I don't know what happened to Yoongi, but his father was murdered. Jimin's parents, too. Yoongi was then sent abroad, and Jimin was missing. But... The worst part about it was that nobody put out search parties for him. A stupid fire destroyed some files and they never bothered to recover Jimin's..." Namjoon brought a hand to his eyes, covering them. "Jimin was a nice boy. I just hope he isn't hurting..."

Jin felt a pang in his chest. It felt indescribable, like he had done something utterly wrong by helping Jimin. Jimin already seemed so happy without Jin. His hand had subconsciously grabbed his chest again, so he pulled away and gripped the couch while knuckles turned white.

"What... happened to Hoseok?"

"Hoseok, he..." Namjoon removed his hand from his eyes, staring at Jin. "I'm the one who's supposed to be asking the questions, not you." 

"I'll let you question me later." Jin could see a little smile forming on the cop's face as he put on a laugh. But he wasn't dumb; he could see his lips quivering a little.

"Jimin is not suffering, I'm sure of it." He blurted. "And Min Yoongi, I'm positive he is happy, too." Jin seemed to be leaning in, a look of worry washing over his face. "I swear, I can feel it." He couldn't tell the look Namjoon had on his face, since Jin wasn't good in this kind of thing, especially these kinds of emotions that came along...

It was quiet in both sides, showering out the sound of the TV, while Namjoon stared into Jin's eyes for what felt like forever. Jin was feeling something inside, like electricity sparking through his veins, and it was exciting him. He had yet to confirm if he liked it or not, but he didn't mind it right now. Namjoon opened his mouth; a little breathless comment spurted on his lips. Jin didn't catch on, so Namjoon was going to say it again, but—

"Namjoon, what are you doing?"

That toxic voice spoke again.

The pink haired boy was watching TV, mindlessly enjoying his favourite show. A smile was on his face the entire time, even after the ending of the show, since he loved it that much. He hummed the opening in his mind as he scrolled through his phone, texting Jungkook as he did so. The boy was in his own room, in the apartment, just a few feet away from the boy, so Jimin was being a little shit but for a funny cause. Duh.

"... Reports say the Black Butterfly Murderers have escaped their cells..."

Jimin's eyes shot up and his mouth was agape at the mention of the Black Butterfly Murderers, dropping his phone in his lap.

"... They have not been caught, but here are their faces. The one on the left is Lisa Manoban, and the one on the right is Rosé Park. If you happen to see them, please don't hesitate to call..."

Jimin was frozen. They were both escapees now? He continue to stare, but his jaw was dropped and he felt the buzzing of the phone against his pants. This was...

"Oh my god!" He suddenly burst out laughing, head hurled down in a fit of happiness and amusement. "Those idiots! I shouldn't have taken their stupid words seriously in the hospital!" Wiping away imaginary tears, Jimin cleared his throat and calmed down enough to stare at the two pictures of the wanted girls. He could also imagine Jin's fit of laughter after hearing the news, which in turn made Jimin a little sad but also happy; nostalgia filling his brain.

Oh, man. What a bunch of morons Jin raised.

But hey, we loved those morons.

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shorter chaptr ys but i kinda wanted to post early 

i hope u guys still enjoy it tho <3 

i also hope you guys are liking the story so far bc a lot is gonna happen (at least i hope it wll work out)