It was morning, once again.

The birds chirping, the sun shining bright and hitting his eyes lids as Hoseok slept peacefully. He groaned, not liking the disturbance created by the annoying alarm clock.

He shut it off and turned to the other side, now falling asleep once again, but had to open them, hence, once again. He groaned when realising it was the alarm ringing from his phone.

He shut it off too, and closed his eyes with a  smile.

Finally I get to slee--

"Oh for God's sake!" He yelled frustrated as his phone rang with a loud ringtone, which he regretted setting up ever, and picked it up.

With a huff, he answered, "Officer Jung speaking from Seoul Detective Branch. How may I help?"

"Don't tell me you're still asleep...."

Hoseok sighed and laid on his back, rummaging a hand through his ebony locks as he talked to the caller.

"Jimin, why did you call me for?" He replied in his deep raspy voice. The latter on the other side of the call, spoke with a cute giggle, "Open up, Hoseok. I am outside."

"This early?" He asked as he got up from the bed and headed towards the door of his apartment.

"It's 7:00 am, Hyung. And please make sure to cover your top, I don't want to see you topless as first thing in the morning."

As Jimin said, Hoseok grabbed a jacket which was hanging on the chair in his room, before jogging to the door.

He opened it, the phone still near his ears, to see a smiling Jimin, greeting him with a hug and breakfast.

"You stink. Take a bath." Jimin scrunched up his face as he pulled away from him, and headed inside.

Hoseok sniffed himself, before realising the latter was right. He stank.

"What do you have?" He asked Jimin, who straight way went into his kitchen to prepare the food he brought.

"Pancakes and bacons. Your favou--"

"I wonder why you never do something like this for me even though we literally grew up in the same house..." Another male voice spoke from the couch, startling Hoseok and making Jimin slowly stop breathing.

A head popped out from beneath the large sofa, and Jimin threw his spoon at the head.

"Taehyung! Jesus!"

"Ow! That hurt like a balloon!" Taehyung whined, rubbing his forehead where the spoon left a red mark.

"Balloons don't hurt." Jimin scoffed. Taehyung came out from behind and sat on the kitchen counter.

"You know it's a substitute for a curse. I don't like cursing." He picked an apple and munched on it.

Hoseok, who was still frozen at his place, finally decided to speak up. "The fish you doing at my house?" He pointed at Taehyung with a shocked face.

Taehyung shrugged, "I was here the moment Jimin entered here. You stink by the way. Take a bath."

Hoseok rolled his eyes as Jimin chuckled, slowly heading to get a shower. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

He headed inside and closed the door.

The duo of Jimin and Taehyung looked at the closed door with wide innocent eyes, before slowly, evil grins started spreading across their face.

The door of Hoseok's room opened abruptly, and the grins vanished immediately, replaced with the same innocent expression.

"I will blow your brains out and bury you two at such place no one would ever know you even existed if you ruin my house. Get that in your heads."

With that, he left once again.

After quietly waiting, the two young men let the evil grins spread across their face once again before Hoseok stepped out again.

Taehyung almost groaned if Jimin had not pinched him shut.

"I am not joking. Not even the other four will remember you."

And he finally left.

Taehyung sighed and swayed his legs back and forth, still eating his apple as Jimin set up the table.

"Why is he always protective of his house?" Taehyung asked.

"It's because he is a freak. He cleans his house everyday after coming from work. You wanna join?" Jimin spoke.

"Nah, I ate. Thanks, though."

"Well, more for us."

Taehyung narrowed his eyes at the older, "You little chilli pepper."

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Hoseok ran a hand through his wet ebony hair that got in his eyes as he took a bath. The warm water eased his muscles and mind, relaxing him. Showers like this usually made him forget his troubles outside his home, his work, his cases and the brutal murder files and photos he had to see everyday.

He didn't like this job of his'. Not at all. He did it simply because his father wanted him to be a part of the law. Though he won't lie, he didn't regret this line expect for the days he worked too hard where he forgot he was a human too.

Hoseok sighed.

He wanted to settle down like his friend, to have the one he loves in his arms every morning, but he feared too much. He feared if the loved one knew about his real self, they would leave him in an instant.

He stepped out of the shower, wrappeda towel around his waist and stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection.

An assassin.

That's what Jung Hoseok's role was in his department. Their unit was special because it had officers with different experiences and talents. Seokjin and Yoongi were the instructors and the head, Namjoon was the brain, Jimin was the spy, Taehyung was the second brain and spy, Jungkook was the physique and Hoseok was the assassin, also known as, the man on field.

Assassin as he had been trained to kill the people who were a threat to the nation and government, other than that, he wasn't allowed to touch his weapons until or unless he was given an order.

He didn't like it at all. To kill people only when the government feels necessary and then not if they don't. Like this, it meant that if the accused were to be innocent but was proved guilty, no matter what, they would have to die.

He sighed and got out of the bathroom, wore his work attire, and stepped out of his room to find his whole house in the perfect way he liked and no sign of life.

He smiled and continued to head to the kitchen until a thought hit him like a truck.

No sign of life.

He turned around slowly, lips in a pout, looking around before going back to his way--

Hoseok paused abruptly after he realised.

No sign of life?!

"Jimin? Taehyung? Where are you two?" He shouted, but got no response in return. He looked around the house to only end up at the kitchen. He found a note there written with a cute and messy handwriting.

'We were called to the office. Sorry Hyung, we couldn't wait. You're called A.S.A.P. Be there soon! Eat well, the pancakes are in the microwave!

Jiminie~!

Hoseok sighed and looked out the window, a faint smile on his lips as he watched the sky, bright as ever. The clouds suddenly scattered over the sky, hiding the Sun's bright rays.

Hoseok's smile faded.

Seoul was in danger.

They needed to work harder. Work faster.

Because things would get worse soon if they don't do so.

Hoseok called Jimin's number and started heading out of his apartment, ready to go to work.

Jimin picked up and answered. "Officer Jung?"

He locked his door and walked over to the elevator, stepping in and pressing the button for the parking. Hoseok looked straight ahead, before speaking.

"Get at the Byun Residence in thirty. We need to get back to it."

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Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung were back to the same location from yesterday. The three of them were in car, sitting in silence, wanting for one to speak.

Jimin decided to do so. "Hoseok? Are we going in or not?"

Hoseok sighed and gripped the steering wheel tightly, "We are. Let's go."

Taehyung quietly observed, amd stepped out of the car first, already heading towards the house. He was not afraid to unveil some dirty anddark secrets behind the murder if that meant he is gonna solve the case.

Jimin sighed when he realised Taehyung had snapped to his work demeneor, now the goofy side of him long gone. He followed behind Hoseok, entering the house, only to be greeted by the same scenario from yesterday.

Blood. Blood. Blood.

Taehyung grimaced at the disgusting smell of rotting blood, the feeling to throw up increasing gradually with each step. Jimin wanted to rush out of the house, gagging continuously. Hoseok already prepared himself for this situation, though he still felt sick.

"How do we find anything here when it's all bloody here?" Jimin spoke in a nasal voice. Taehyung looked around the house. "The first thing we do after this is to go visit the hospital where the bodies are kept and look up their forensic and autopsy reports."

"The first thing we do is breathe fresh air or I will die." Hoseok shook his head. Collecting his senses, he ordered his two juniors to get to work immediately. "Start the search. Every nook and cranny, don't leave a spot. Work properly, Officers. Understand?"

"Understood, sir!" Taehyung and Jimin replied in unison. Hoseok nodded and dispersed them, dividing areas to search up the whole place.

Jimin got the rooms on the top floor as his domain of search. With a thumping heart, he slowly opened one room, and was immediately hit with some less bloody air.

He sighed in relief, feeling grateful that their wasn't any sort of blood here, though, the rotting smell was still somehow present in the air.

He stepped inside, eyes scanning the room's interior, feeling a bit weird to see it all clean and spotless unlike the very scene downstairs.

"It's impossible. How can this be so clean? There must be something wrong here." Jimin mumbled to himself.

He walked over to the window, checking the neighbourhood and seeing no path of escape from this room. He turned around, a pout covering his features as a sign of concentration and thinking, as he wondered about how someone could kill a family so brutally.

He ducked under the bed to check whether something was beneath it or not, only to find absolutely nothing.

The door creaked and opened slightly.

Jimin immediately looked up to see no one in his line of vision, nothing. If no one was here....then...what was that?

Shrugging the thought thinking it might be the door and ducked once again to check the underneath of the bed last time properly as a confirmation.

Bang.

"Who is it?!" Jimin stood up in a split second and dashed out of the room immediately.

Someone is here.

He heard footsteps for sure. He won't admit if someone said it was no one. He stepped out in the corridor, brows furrowed and scanning the area with a hawk like gaze.

Creak.

He turned around, his hand immediately reaching for the gun in his holster, though he did not take it out.

He didn't ask who is it again, knowing it was stupid because he definitely won't get a reply. With feather like steps, he slowly stepped closer to the same room from before, as the last sound definitely came from that direction.

He hid beside the door frame, sneakily glancing inside the room, trying to spot someone but to no avail.

Jimin stomped inside, completely frustrated as he wasn't able to even understand who it was.

He groaned in annoyance, a unsettling feeling rising in the pit of his stomach, as he tucked his hair in anger.

He wasn't even sure if it was a human or an animal. His breathing got ragged, and he leaned onto the desk behind me, breathing heavily to calm himself.

He closed his eyes, mentally scolding himself for getting so worked up like this knowing he was a bit weak when it came to health.

His palm felt warm all of a sudden.

Jimin slowly opened his eyes, his vision slightly unclear.

He realised that the surface beneath his hand was warm, not his palm.

"What?" He spoke faintly, the same uneasy feeling rising once again.

He turned around, to see a red liquid flowing down the desk he had just leaned on.

Jimin's eyes widened gradually as they glanced up at the wall. He gasped.

A hand written bloody letter was written on the wall, blood dripping fresh down the wall and to the desk. Let's not forget the dead corpse next to it, hanging limp with it's face covered with a black cloth bag.

Jimin's eyes trailed back to the letter, his heart beating uncontrablly fast, blood draining from his face and breathing more ragged than before.

'Hello, cutie! <3'

Jimin wanted to yell, scream at the weird and creepy letter written with blood.

Someone was here. Someone was here and they saw me. Someone was here.

He then glanced back at the body, and slowly removed the cloth off it's face, gulping in the process.

Jimin staggered back, his already wide eyes now tearing up at the incoherent scene in front of him.

The body hung limp on the wall, a big creepy grin cascaded on its features, and cross signs instead of where the eyes should have been.

More over, it was a child.

Scream, Jimin. But he couldn't.

"Taehyung..." He spoke in a faint voice as he fell on the floor, head hitting the tiled floor harshly, a loud thud booming around the house.

Tears blurred his vision and Jimin felt himself losing consciousness.

Hands covered in blood, one of it still holding the bag that covered the face, Jimin cried.

What's happening to me?

He wasn't this weak.

His blurred vision landed on his bloody hands and he slowly realised another thing.

There was something in the blood that he placed his hand on.

Taehyung and Hoseok came rushing inside, shouting Jimin's name.

Taehyung rushed over to him, cradling his body and holding him up. "Jimin! Hey, what happened?!"

Jimin pointed at the wall behind Hoseok, and fainted, his hand falling limp.

Taehyung gasped at his bloody hands, feeling dread wash over him. Hoseok felt the same and slowly turned around.

Their bodies chilled at the sight.

The letter, the body, and their one of the most powerful officers in such a condition.

Hoseok blanked out and looked back at a shocked Taehyung, who was scared for an unconscious Jimin.

He sighed.

"Shit for us. Bingo for the murderer."

And that's when Taehyung realised...

This case was gonna be the most horrifying in his entire career.