Constellation.

A  Cassiopeia was going to shine in the night sky under the inky blackness that glistened in every inquisitive eye. 

Jimin frantically paced across the room, with a scowl engraved on his face. He had millions of questions running through his mind after the sudden revelation, but he had no answers to them. It was just a mere clue that would lead him to the killer.

But now, their priority was to stop the murder from taking place. Browsing the exact position of the constellation, he found the destination to be almost a hundred miles from their place.

"Jungkook," Jimin called out to him, while the younger stayed oblivious to his call, still fiddling with the tweezers and the decomposed hand.

"Jungkook!" Jimin's voice was a bit louder this time, and Jungkook dropped the half-rotten hand he was examining with a thud.

"Why did you call me hyung?" Jungkook questioned, scrunching his nose in disgust due to the smell emanating from the body.

"I found the pattern,"he simply stated, with a fazed expression.

"It's related to constellations?" Jungkook speculated.

"It's- wait, how did you know?" Jimin asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I saw that you were browsing your phone and came across this. Your theory is correct hyung. But I don't think the next death will take place today," Jungkook said, placing the tweezers on the table.

"I'm one hundred percent sure that it will take place today and we need to stop it," Jimin said, his voice stern.

"I'm not going to help you in this hyung. For once, please believe me," Jungkook pleaded, his doe eyes emerging.

"Then what do you want me to do?' Jimin asked, submitting to his pleas.

"You remember I told you about the pattern of bodies?" Jungkook questioned, while Jimin nodded in reply.

"I need to find for the rest of the bodies and I need your help for that, hyung," Jungkook answered, reaching out for the mask and slowly removing it.

"You can do that by yourself," Jimin furrowed his brows.

"No, hyung. I need your help," Jungkook whined.

"Jungkook, stop pestering me. You figured out that pattern by yourself so you can also find out the connection. Stop pestering me. Whether you like it or not, I'm going there," Jimin let out an exasperated sigh after the breathless rap.

"But-"

"Listen to me this time," Jimin cut him off.

"Sorry, hyung," Jungkook stuck his lips out.

"It's alright. I know you can do it," Jimin sent the younger an encouraging beam of smile and he reciprocated the same.

"Where are the coordinates by the way?" The younger enquired, his eyebrows creased.

"Almost a hundred miles from here," Jimin replied.

"I'll get going then," Jimin said, removing the mask and throwing it in the bin at the corner of the room.

"Take care hyung." Jungkook said, smiling softly.

Behind the round glasses Jungkook wore, everything in vision to him was distorted and he preferred it that way. He wanted to see the world's darkest alleys and the listless emotions it held.

Sighing deeply, he packed up all the things and bowed lightly to the doctor before leaving the frigid room, wrapping another cardigan around him.

Meanwhile Jimin who had his own plans, set off in his car on the pastel lands that lied vast across the ground in vibrant colours that were a stark contrast to his overpowering emotions. The sky blanketed a deep blue with a tinge of grey over the grasslands and the meadows lying below. Birds chirped in a sing song voice, while soaring in the sky as tiny objects visible to the naked eye.

Jimin's hair was swept back in the open car, from the wind that blew like a monster in his direction. His eyebrows were crumpled together and his eyes were drawn into the thin line.

For a minute, he felt pensive for not listening to Jungkook's request, but then he resurrected himself. He was going to stop that murder no matter what. Though his mind was completely filled with what Jungkook would be doing at the moment, he cleared up some of the space and constituted it for solving this case.

A Cassiopeia was a symbolism of women empowerment as far as Jimin knew, so he predicted a women to be murdered. Grabbing hold of the steering wheel even more tightly, he whirred past the trees that danced under the sudden force.

It was as if he knew everything, but at the same time, nothing was revealed.

Every clue was a cue.

Every death was a deed.

Every life was a lie.

-

Jungkook scanned the pictures of the dead bodies to find out the pattern of the rest of them. He figured out the letters to be alphabets, but still, he was not completely sure of that. Something seemed to keep bugging him and he was not sure what was it.

The third body's hands and legs were bent in such a way that they were stretched out and facing the same direction. Half of his legs and hands were cut off and were placed near the stomach, parallel to the other hand and the leg. All the hair was shaved off, and his bare scalp was draped with his own blood.

Jungkook closed his eyes for a minute, not able to look at the remorseful picture anymore. The sunken eyes resurfaced to his mind, and made the way to the number of emotions that were intertwined with one another. The thought of seeing this immediately trailed his thoughts off to Jimin.

Somehow, Jungkook felt vulnerable to Jimin. It was as if he were controlling him; manipulating him. He was slowly sinking in the elder's dangerous salvation.

All he could think of Jimin was to protect him. He was an angel, but at the same time a vicious beast when it came to work.

He turned on the revolving chair, deep in thought, when his dark orbs met with Taehyung who was looking at him intently. Jungkook jumped in his chair at the sudden contact, and placed the files down.

Taehyung averted his gaze to the files, and took a subtle glance at them.

But the letter he muttered could not be ignored.

The letter E.

-

Jimin looked aghast, completely horrified at the scene which had unfurled right in front of his eyes.

The sound of people wailing filled his ears, and he heard it until the agony gradually dissipated into pain. The deafening silence of his heart shook him, and he felt empty and completely worthless.

The night sky devoured the cottage bed, camouflaging the blood that dripped like perspiration from the women's body. The lifeless women, draped in crimson red, laid in front of Jimin.

The bright white negligee which once covered her body, was now dripping with blood right near her chest. There were no marks; no impressions. Just emotionless remorse for the lady.

The frightening thing was that, Jimin had arrived at the place exactly ten minutes after. This had cost everything.

A life; a breath; a dream.

Another murder had taken place.

Exactly at midnight.

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The clock is still ticking
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A/N's note: Please do tell me if you're enjoying this and comment your theories.