Warning: Some content may be disturbing to some readers. Nothing is written explicitly, but be cautious if you're sensitive to blood and bodily harm.

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Min Yoongi

"Ready to review the case, Boss," I reported while walking into his office.

"Come on, Yoongi, don't have to be so formal. We were friends before I got promoted. It's Namjoon to you."

My lips curled up slightly as I nodded.

"Alright, any updates?" he asked.

"The suspect hasn't made another move after the incident with Kim Taehyung."

"And updates on finding the suspect?"

"None. I've been reviewing the records of criminals Prosecutor Park was involved in, but everything led to a dead end."

Namjoon looked displeased, deep in thought.

"Maybe we're looking into the wrong things," I suggested. "He went as far as to attack his target's daughter's boyfriend. The suspect must have a more personal motive than just wanting revenge for being sentenced to prison."

"Hmm, well, we should ask—" Namjoon was interrupted by the door opening. "Prosecutor Park. Yoongi, I believe this is your first time meeting?"

"It's nice to finally meet." I gave him a small bow.

"I don't have much time." He gestured for me to sit. "Have you found who's responsible? All this nonsense has been very inconvenient for my work."

His work? I suppressed the urge to comment on his misplaced priorities.

"Not yet, but can you think of anyone you may have wronged in the past that would have a motive?"

"Of course not," he responded, slightly annoyed. "Are you so incompetent with your job you're questioning my ability to do mine? I have been nothing but fair in my prosecutive duties."

I could feel my eyes begin to twitch.

"I am doing my job, and I was referring to your personal matters—"

"I have no personal matters that would be of any concern to you. You're not even the head of the investigation, are you? Why don't you just focus on keeping my son safe, understood?"

"Actually, I'm your daughter's bodyguard."

He didn't even acknowledge my comment before standing up.

"I'm done wasting my time here. Mr. Kim? Don't call me back here unless you have real information to report to me." Neither of us said another word until he left.

"Well, he's a real bitch." Namjoon chuckled at my comment.

"Yeah, too bad his kids are suffering for whatever mess he may have caused. Are you gonna stay and work overtime?"

I debated for a while but eventually decided against it. I wanted to see Soomi and hear about how her meeting went.

"I think I'll pass for today."

"Alright," Namjoon said as I turned to the door. "Oh, and Yoongi?" His voice caused me to look back.

"Hmm?"

"Be careful out there."

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I was on my way back to the house when my phone rang. I glanced at the screen, seeing it was Soomi.

"Hello?" I answered. There was only silence before the phone disconnected. Huh, that's strange.

I kept one hand on the wheel, calling her back with the other.

"The number you have called cannot be reached—" A rush of worry washed over me. Why is her phone suddenly off?

I pulled over before checking her last known location, and what I found only heightened the anxiety building up within me. She was miles away from where she should be, in an area she should've never crossed through.

Unless someone took her off her path.

I drove at the highest speed possible, focusing only on the road ahead and blocking out everything else: cars honking angrily, traffic lights that were a mere nuisance. Fear and worry overcame my mind, but there was still a part of me fighting those doubts. It was telling me I was just paranoid, that Soomi was probably fine, and that I should just call Hoseok before continuing this mad rampage.

Maybe that's what I should do.

I slowed down before turning into an empty street. I called Hoseok while scanning my surroundings. My eyes widened as something on the sidewalk caught my attention. My gaze never left that spot as I got out of the car. As I got closer, my suspicions were confirmed.

It was a pair of black high heels.

And they belonged to Soomi.

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Park Soomi

"I know you're out there! You can't hide forever!" The man's voice echoed through the alleyway. My whole body tensed up as I hid myself further behind the dumpster I stumbled across.

I was surprised that I even managed to escape the man's grasps. Though I had tried to paralyze him once more with the stun gun, he had forced it out of my hands. Still, my fight or flight response kicked in, and I broke free from his clutches.

And then I ran.

But I didn't come out unscathed.

I winced as I pressed my hand against the cut on my left arm. The man's knife didn't pierce through too deeply, but there was still a decent amount of bleeding.

"It would be a whole lot easier for both of us if you just show yourself!"

His voice is getting farther away. I felt just the tiniest droplet of hope that I would be able to get out of here.

So I waited, listening intently for any subtle noises. After a few minutes of silence, I brought myself to finally take a peek around the dumpster. My muscles tensed up after I accidentally brushed up against the metal, causing a shuffling noise.

And then there were footsteps.

Shit. Please no.

"Gotcha." The man appeared in front of me, and I let out a scream.

Suddenly, a figure leaped from the shadows towards the man, pinning him against the ground.

"Actually, I think I got you."

Yoongi. Oh, thank god, it's Yoongi.

My moment of relief was short-lived when I caught a glimpse of the man's sinister smirk.

"Oh, I don't think so," he spat before kneeing Yoongi in the gut. I flinched seeing Yoongi stumble to the side. I rushed towards him, trying to help him to his feet.

But Yoongi quickly recovered on his own, pulling something out of his pocket.

A gun.

I froze as I saw him point the gun at the man. It was just something so foreign to me. I knew this was who Yoongi was, that this was part of his line of work, but never had I actually seen him like this. The very sight of him so serious shooting daggers through his eyes, with a gun in his hand, left shivers down my spine.

Yoongi ushered me to stand behind him, and I did so willingly, clutching tightly onto the fabric of his shirt.

Yoongi moved forward, backing the man up into a corner.

"Drop your knife!" Yoongi demanded. The man responded with a hysterical laugh.

"You won't shoot me. You'll want me alive for questioning."

"Drop. Your. Weapon. You've lost! You can't get away now!"

Despite having a gun pointed to him, the man looked amused.

"Why in the world would you think he lost? If he wanted Soomi dead," the man taunted, while boldly stepping forward, "She. Would. Be. Dead."

The sudden gunshot caused me to jump. The man, however, barely winced as he looked down at his now bleeding leg.

"I might not kill you, but I have no problem making sure you suffer for what you did to Soomi and her family."

"What I did? Oh, you got it all wrong. See, I'm just a messenger. He tasked me with writing you a poem. Allow me to relay the message.

"For all the ways you've ruined me,
an eye for an eye they say.
But if its an eye you've stolen from me,
from you, a heart I'll take.

"Not one, not two, but the hearts of three
torn to shreds for all your sins.
But what comes first, a fate worse than death
as you destroy yourselves from within."

"Nice poem, but you're coming with us now," Yoongi asserted.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere. As I said, I'm only the messenger, and I've delivered my message. Now, my time is up."

I was confused, but as he brought the knife up to his throat, I quickly realized what was about to happen.

"No, don't!" I screamed. Yoongi turned around, pulling me into his chest to block my view, but I still heard the sound of the man's body hitting the floor, followed by his last dying gasps of breath.

I trembled in Yoongi's arms, tears already threatening to fall from the shock.

Yoongi's hand was soon in my hair as he pulled me in closer, whispering into my ear.

"Shhh, it's okay, Soomi.

"Everything will be okay."

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{a/n}
Congrats to foreverbangtastic who was selected to have her character in this story! To everyone else, I still invite you to place yourself into the story through this character, kind of like a y/n hehe😊