Third Person's Point of View.

"Yoongi, I think I—"

"It's 'Yoongi hyung' to you."

Hoseok closes his lips, opens it, closes it again, doesn't really know what to say, then opens it again. "Yoongi hyung, I think I need to find a job."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at him, "What for?"

"So that I can help you here, like pay for the bills." the younger grins.

"And then, what if the person who's chasing you suddenly sees you, huh? What would you do?"

Hoseok didn't think of that. Yoongi has a point. "Then how are you paying the bills if you don't have a job?"

"I do have a job, part-time job. I teach piano lessons and guitar lessons." Yoongi said, matter-of-factly. "And I've had just finished a two months session last two weeks."

"Wow!" Hoseok sing-songs, "I didn't know that. Where do you do the sessions, here in your house or you have a studio?" he asks confusedly and amusedly.

"I have a music studio, not far away from here. Do you wanna go there some time?" Yoongi smiles slightly.

Hoseok happily nods, "Yes, yes! I wanna go there—wait, I have an idea." He smiles widely, eyes are widen with a spark on it. "Why don't I teach dance lessons too? Besides, I'm a dance instructor, right before I got accused of being a murderer." he then huffs, thinking of what happened few weeks ago.

"I'm curious, why are you accused of murder?" Yoongi suddenly asks and Hoseok shakes his head that makes him creases his forehead.

"I have a question first. Why do you live alone?" Hoseok asks in a serious tone, as if he's investigating him like a detective.

Yoongi clears his throat, "Actually, this is my grandparents' house, I used to live with them. But when they passed away, I decided to stay here and live here alone."

Hoseok's facial expression changed into a sad one, "I'm sorry. But where are your parents?"

"It's okay, that was 3 years ago. Oh, and my parents are in Daegu. They have business there. Sometimes they send me money to pay for the bills and for my daily needs." he chuckles. "So, it's your turn now to answer my question earlier."

Hoseok sighs and nods. "Well, less than a month ago, I was walking from my old school to my home, to get my yearbook. Finally after graduating 7 years ago, I got my yearbook." Yoongi laughs at that.

Hoseok exited the school's gate with his yearbook on his hand. He was casually hopping while walking towards the nearest bus stop.

As he was walking, he saw someone laying on the ground in the distance. He creased his forehead and ran towards the person.

When he stood nearby the person, he saw that the man was showered with his own blood, he almost puke. He took a deep breath and fanned himself to put himself together before observing the man even more.

There was a small knife stabbed on his chest, close to where the heart is located. He thought he shouldn't be doing this, in fact, he shouldn't approached the man in the first place. But unconsciously, 0his hand brought himself to the knife, grabbed it and pulled it out of his chest.

He suddenly gasped to himself. His major is not medicine but he knows that it's not good to pull something that is stabbed on the skin because it will worsen the bleeding.

When someone yelled, he gasped again. He fucked up.

"Oh my God! You killed my father." the person said, shockingly. "It's him. It's him who killed my father."

"What?" Hoseok widen his eyes and suddenly, two policemen came out of nowhere, just like the person who screamed, and pointed their guns to him.

"I didn't. I was just—" He let go of the knife and it fell on the ground.

"Nothing to explain, Mister. Come with us at the jail."

Jail? He will be jailed just because he unconsciously pulled out the knife out of the man's chest? Oh no!

"No, officer, I swear I didn't kill him. I was just walking to the bus stop when I saw the man lying on the ground. I—" he said panickingly but he stopped himself as he saw the two policemen don't seem to believe him, it caused him to panic even more.

"Sir, just come with us—"

"No!"

He didn't know but he suddenly ran. He ran as fast as he could. He just wanted to go home after taking his yearbook, but he didn't expect it to happen. How unlucky could he get?

"What the heck, Jung Hoseok!" Judging by Yoongi's tone and facial expression, he was very shocked. "Wait, wait, you said you unconsciously pulled the knife? Unconsciously?"

Hoseok bit his lips. He's so embarrassed to admit this to Yoongi. "I didn't know. I swear I didn't even know that I pulled the knife. I just realized it after I did it. But hey, that doesn't mean I killed the man, okay?"

"I know, I know. But you should have just ignored whatever you saw. If I was you, I'd totally ignore the man." Yoongi heaves.

"I already thought about that but it was too late." Hoseok looks down at the floor.

"What happened next?" Yoongi asks then Hoseok lifts his head to look at him.

"Uhm, exactly when I arrived the bus stop, the bus was there so I got inside quickly before they reach me." the younger replies. "Everyone was staring at me because I had a blood on my hand but then they decided to ignore it and went back to what they're doing."

"You know what, Hoseok, I think someone planned that. I think someone is trying to sabotage you or something. The person who did that is maybe mad at you and wants you to be put in jail." Yoongi shrugs, "It's just what I think."

"But why?" he even lifts both his hands to the side. "What did I possibly do to make them do that to me?" Hoseok pouts, "I just wanted to have my yearbook!" he cries.

"I'll help you find the real murderer." Yoongi said in a serious tone. Wow, Hoseok couldn't believe he said that.

"How? I don't have any idea."

Yoongi purses his lips, thinking of something. "You know what, find a job, but you have to wear a disguise so that no one would recognize you, and also, maybe change your name."

Hoseok taken aback, "Whoa! I don't like the idea of disguising and changing name but okay."

The older laughs and holds the younger's shoulders, "Trust me. I'll protect you."

Hoseok doesn't even know why he's blushing but he is. There's something about what Yoongi said. It did something to his stomach that he couldn't explain. Nevertheless, he nods, "Okay, I trust you." Yoongi smiles at him and lets go of his shoulders.
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A/N

Hi, how are you?

Is anyone still reading this? I'm so sorry for not updating, I was stressed and sad these past few days, well, until now. But here, a short update for y'all. Hope you enjoyed! <3

And please let me know what you think :))