Jimin Pov

A day of sorrow. The news spread quicker than a forest fire and left people's hearts to burn to ashes. The raw flames of emotion bound individuals together and they weeped on each other's shoulders. The sunlight, which seemed to have dimmed, cascaded through the windows and onto the shiny wooden box as it was carried through the church.

Tears trickled down my face as the coffin passed. My stomach sank as it was placed on the table embroidered with flowers. Taehyung's grip on my hand tightened and my fingers traced the intricate patterns on his rings to distract my compelling urge to scream.

It's your fault, my mind whispered.

"It's my fault," I murmured.

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I woke with a thin layer of cold sweat sticking to my skin. A month had passed and the memories of Jungkook's funeral still haunted my dreams, a constant reminder to what I caused. Thoughts like "if only I could go back in time" repetitively lurked within my brain, but what was done, was done.

I took deep breath to calm my breathing and shakily removed the covers from my face. I sat up and felt the blood rush, the pain caused my hands to grip into my messy locks. After my temporary headache passed, I removed my legs from under the covers, all warmth escaping my shaking body, and left to grasp a nearby hoodie.

This had become a regular routine. It wouldn't be uncommon for me to walk at least twice round the block to calm myself down. At times like this, I'm grateful for BTS' hiatus. I couldn't even begin to imagine what a hopeless wreck I would be under pressure.

The area I found myself walking in was a small street local to the dorm, cheap buildings attached to each other on both sides of the twisted path, serving as the walls of the maze that is Seoul. However, I payed no mind to my surrounding. My body mindlessly moved by itself as I drowned in my thoughts. It was a regular occurrence for me to remain in this zombie-like state of mind, trudging through the streets at god knows what time at night.

But this time was different. As I rounded the corner, which I could've sworn I passed not long ago, I found myself at the entrance of our recording studio. And there, sat in the shadows, sat Yoongi with three monitors compact with information related to Jungkook's death. Bile rose to my throat as my eyes skimmed across a picture of Jungkook's corpse laying peacefully in his coffin.

"Y-Yoongi?" My voice came out as a scratchy whisper, I'd been crying too much so it's no surprise my voice was like that.

"Jimin? What are you doing here?" He minimised the pictures and articles.

"Walkin'... what are you doing...?" I heard him sigh. It was too dark to see his facial features when the monitor's screen wasn't illuminating his face, but I'm guessing he looked cautious.

"Come here. I'll explain everything," I hesitantly made my way over to him and sat in the chair next to him. Mine and Yoongi's relationship was still really awkward but in that situation I put our issues on hold.

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"Hold on," I let out a frustrated sigh," you're telling me you think Jungkook isn't dead?"

"I don't think he's alive . I know he's alive," I almost laughed.

"Yoongi, I understand people have different methods of grieving but this... this is too much. Jungkook is dead and he's not coming back. Ok?"

"Nope. He's alive. Look at this photo," Jungkook's corpse came onto the screen and I gagged.

"Yoongi-"

"Look! The mole of the left side of his neck isn't there!" he sounded like a child.

"They probably just put some makeup on h-"

"Well then look look at what he was wearing when they pulled him out the river," he pulled up some photographs of jungkook's drenched and dead body. His lips where blue and skin pale as a sheet of paper. His brown doe eyes were lifeless. He wore a wet black stussy t-shirt (which I got him for his birthday) wet blue ripped jeans and some wet timberlands.

"Y-Yoongi please stop this! You're not making this any easier for anybody! It's bett-"'he suddenly shoved a bunch of clothes in my hands and flicked the switch for the desk lamp. The yellow lamp allowed me to see the clothes. They were the ones Jungkook was wearing in the photo. My breath hitched and an unsettling feeling grew within me. "Where did you get these...?"

"I found them in the janitors closet, just down the hall," why was he in the janitors closet...? I slowly lifted the clothes to my nose. They smelled like Jungkook, "I don't sound so crazy now do I? I checked Jungkook's phone about a month ago because I thought he was trying to text you or something and came across his and his dad's conversations, and by conversations I mean arguments. But they were all about one thing. His dad would always go on about he needed Jungkook to go home and help him with something."

"So?" The new information began to give me a headache

"Well, what if his dad took him and made it look like he was dead so he wouldn't have to come back. It doesn't even have to be his dad but we know that the kidnapper wants to make it appear for Jungkook to seem dead,"

"Why and how's that...?"

"Well, have you seen stranger things? They could've done something similar to what they did to Wills body. In that case the police had to be on the kidnapper's side because the examiners would immediately know it's a fake body."

I was speechless. Yoongi was either completely out his mind or onto something.

Either way, I was terrified.

Unkown Pov

"They're onto us. Would you like me to initiate plan A? Ok, will do sir,"

Get ready Bangtan.