#random behind the scenes stuff???? IDK that makes me sound so much more professional than i am xD

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I can't normally share my studies because I'd very much need to get permission from the original creators I'm studying from to post them. But this time since it was a movie I can get away with it >:D Nothing too exciting, I just pulled up a fight sequence from the Cowboy Bebop movie and drew frames that looked interesting. It was fun for shutting my braincell off but still feeling like I was doing something to move forward :)

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5x05: Fallen Idols

Hey all! Welcome to Hate Watch Week! We’ve picked the best of the worst and are recapping them all week. These are our personal choices, and I’m sure they all (*but one*) have redeeming qualities, we just see the bad more than the good. Enjoy our snark  --and join in if you want :) (And if you’re still trying to guess our hiatus theme, this episode doesn’t count.) 

Then:

Angst-a-thon!

Now:

We meet Jimmy and his pal, Cal, both race car enthusiasts. Well, enthusiasts for one sports car: James Dean’s Porsche 550 Spyder. While Jimmy runs to get the camera, Cal sits in the car, ready to start the “Little Bastard”. Only, the air gets frosty and the car radio flickers on. We hear a crash and Jimmy heads back to the garage to find Cal’s head smashed into the jagged edge of the convertible’s windshield. 

Sam and Dean are on the case! Sam wants to know why this case is so important --what with the devil and apocalypse and all. “This is what we’re doing, okay?” Dean insists. Dean highlights that they’ve been away from each other for a while (*Ahem* maybe I don’t like this episode as much because the last two episodes were just Dean and Cas having fun times together? IDK. 5x03 and 5x04 were a wild ride that I watch over and over again.) 

THE HORROR:

They arrive at the local cop shop as FBI agents Bonham and Copeland. The local sheriff shows them the video “evidence” that Cal’s good buddy Jim killed him. The brothers are less than convinced.

The sheriff applied Occam's Razor, and done and done. 

The brothers want to interview Jim anyway. He tells them what he heard from the house: tires squealing, glass breaking. The car killed Cal. It’s cursed. Jim mentions that it was “Little Bastard” that did it, and Dean’s eyes light up like a little boy at Christmas. OoooohhhHHHHooo. Dean and cars and, well, don’t tell me he never had a crush on James Dean. We all have had a crush on James Dean. Sam “I can’t be any more straight” Winchester has no flippin’ clue what’s going on. Dean insists they check out the car. Bby boy. 

They head to the car, and Dean takes a moment. Sam asks for some exposition. Dean explains that after James Dean died, the mechanic bought the wreckage and fixed the car. 

The car fell on him, and death continues to follow the car wherever it goes (Ugh, I just went down a rabbit hole of what happened to the car and am now in a weird spiral of remembering how much I loved James Dean as a teen and how much Rebel Without A Cause meant to me. I’m not 90 years old. What a weird flex for a 1990’s kid to experience. But also not, since Dean’s right there with me, right?) 

Anyway, to really confirm if the car was James Dean’s, they’ve got to match the engine number. Dean heads under the car to confirm, begging the car to not hurt him first. Dean takes his sweet ass time being nervous and writing down the engine number, but he makes it out alive. He tasks Sam with tracking down all the owners.

While Dean hangs at a bar, Sam discovers the car is a fake. 

Meanwhile, a nerdy man reflects on his day at his desk when the air gets frosty and he hears a creaking behind him. He turns and utters, “Oh my god, it’s you. You’re dead. You’re supposed to be dead.” Is it a long lost wife? An old rival? Nope. It’s a growling Abraham Lincoln. He chokes the nerd man until he becomes a victim of the blood cannon. Better angels of our nature, my ass. 

The agents meet the sheriff at the crime scene. They remark that there’s nothing strange about the victim dying of a gunshot wound where there’s no gun, no gunpowder, no bullet. Awkward. The brothers demand a reasonable explanation from the sheriff. He hunkers down and whispers, “Professional killer.” He’s thinking this is a Michael Clayton-type thing. And I love it because that’s the limit of his imagination. Sam and Dean know better but only because they live in the fringe of this world where monsters are real. 

Sam and Dean head to interview the victim’s maid, Consuela Alvarez. She’s very distressed, and can only speak Spanish. 

Sam pulls out his freshman Spanish to save the day. I only remember “Donde esta el baño?” Good job, Sam! The killer was a tall man with a long black coat and a beard. And he wore a hat. A tall hat. Dean cracks the code: A stovepipe hat like Abraham Lincoln. DEAN BEAN, so street smart he doesn’t even realize how book smart he is. Sigh. “Abraham Lincoln killed Mr. Hill,” Consuela confirms. 

The brothers continue to research. Dean watches the car video frame by frame until he finds one frame of a blurred red coated figure ---and INSTANTLY guesses that it’s James Dean ---but like Jim Stark James Dean. It’s not like James Dean wore the damn red coat outside of that movie role, lol. (Sidenote: Fun fact: Fry from Futurama’s coat is modeled after that red coat.) 

Sam realizes that they’re dealing with famous ghosts that are killing their fans. (Sidenote: I hope Misha Collins never dies.) The brothers wonder why these ghosts are haunting Canton, Ohio. They do more research. 

The brothers head to the Canton Wax Museum. They marvel at all the random wax figurines (and Sam is taller than Lincoln? Hmmm. They’re the same height. #Borisisanerd) Dean makes fun of Gandhi and Sam defends him, but uh, nope, Sam, nope. 

The museum curator shows up and the brothers introduce themselves as reporters for Travel Magazine. They’re writing an article on “how totally non-sucky wax museums are.” The curator points out that this place is unique. He points to Lincoln and tells the boys that’s actually Lincoln’s hat. Yep, he’s got real items from all the dead guys. 

He’s going to make wax museums hip again. And OMG Sam’s little thumbs up in response. STOP. 

Later, Sam loads up on salt rounds and walks in on Dean talking to Bobby about him. Dean gets off the phone fast and dismisses Sam’s questioning about the call. Dean’s not 100% with Sam yet. They head out to finish the case. 

At the wax museum Dean starts poking around. Let the tomfoolery begin!

Sam hauls out a metal trash can which they can use to torch all the priceless, one of a kind objects. (History-fan me cringes.) While he’s doing an ultra-close-up examination of Lincoln, the doors slam shut. Suddenly, Gandhi is on him! Gandhi is strong, he’s fast, and he’s out to kill. Dean torches Gandhi's watch and Sam’s attacker winks out. 

The next day, Sam mulls over the case in the motel room. Ghost Gandhi's quick disappearance has him troubled. He didn’t flame out like most ghosts, and he seemed almost zombie hungry. Sam thinks the hunger is uncharacteristic given Gandhi's tendency towards fruitarianism. (WWMGD? What would monster Gandhi do?) Dean dismisses Sam’s concerns, and Sam tells him that hunting together isn’t working. Dean doesn’t trust him. More than that, Dean’s trying to stick to their old patterns with the older brother telling the younger brother what to do. 

“Before didn’t work,” Sam tells him. That old dynamic chased Sam off into Ruby’s arms. “You’re gonna have to let me grow up.”

Dean’s phone rings. It’s the local cops, calling about another terrible incident. 

The Sheriff is…utterly at a loss with this next one. Dean and Sam head into the station to interview two teen girls. They tearfully recount the “horrible” “way horrible” disappearance of their friend who was kidnapped earlier by…Paris Hilton. 

Dean and Sam tick the obvious boxes. Paris Hilton isn’t dead, so they’re not after a ghost. Sam suits up in scrubs to do a detailed autopsy of one of the prior corpses. He pulls out two strange seeds from one of the victim’s stomachs. 

Sam fills Dean in on the excessive blood loss he discovered (something was feeding) and the seeds. The seeds are unusual, and he takes them back to the motel. There, he discovers that the seeds were indigenous to a forest in Europe, and the forest was ruled over by a god, Leshi. Leshi can take on any form and feeds on his followers. Dean hand waves the shapeshifting explanation for the audience by asking, “So how's he doing it? What, he touches James Dean's keychain and then morphs into James Dean?” Thank you, Exposition Dean!

The Winchesters arrive back at the Wax Museum, this time bearing a nice sharp axe. In a creepy closed exhibit they find the victim and…Paris Hilton. She (He?) takes out Dean and Sam quickly. When they wake a little while later, they’re tied to the fake trees in the exhibit. 

Leshi sharpens a blade slowly, excited to do the sacrificial ritual correctly this time. He explains that he’s settled in this town to stuff his face full of worshippers arriving at the wax museum. With the apocalypse nigh, there’s no reason to diet! 

Leshi grouses about the poor quality of worshippers these days. Dean fights whining with snark, and Leshi tells him that he worships somebody - his dad. “Poor little Dean. All you ever wanted was to be loved by your idol.” They fight and Sam breaks free and hacks off Leshi’s head.

The next day, we learn that the victim they rescued is going to recover. And even better? The bumbling Sheriff is putting out an APB on Paris Hilton. 

At the car, Dean admits his own culpability in bringing about the apocalypse, when he broke the first seal. He apologizes for being preoccupied with the wrong things. Sam responds with the hero speech with which we’re so familiar. “We gotta just grab onto whatever's in front of us, kick its ass, and go down fighting.” Dean’s on board. Hell, he’s more than ready to move forward. He hands Sam the keys to Baby and they roll off to the sweet sounds of Jeff Beck's “Superstition." D’awwww.

These Quotes are Hot:

We’re not your typical cops

Death follows this car around like exhaust

Christine is fiction, this is real

I'm gonna make wax museums hip again

Four score and seven years ago, I had a funny hat

You’re not the first god we've met, but you are the nuttiest

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Alibi (M)

Detective Jungkook keeps getting himself into trouble… But he can’t stop. Not until he’s caught.

Member/Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook x Jimin, Jungkook x Yoongi, Jungkook x @jeonjiah, Jungkook x OC Genre: Detective!Jungkook, SerialKiller!Jungkook, drama, mystery, horror, smut.  Word Count: 20.1k Content/Warnings: Very graphic depictions of death/mutilation/gore, LOTS OF SMUT, necrophilia, strong language, BTS member deaths A/N: This is my first time writing mxm smut so forgive me if it’s not... idk accurate? and I know all the medical stuff isnt 300% accurate please forgive me.

Also special thanks to jeonjiah for letting me use her as a character, @hipsterminseok and @pasteljeonggukk for helping me brainstorm ideas, @taendencies for encouraging me to keep going even when I really did not want to, and @4oclockvmin for being my beta 💕

Where the fuck am I?

Jungkook pried his eyelids open to find himself lying on a bed, the room completely silent aside from the soft whirring of the ceiling fan above him.

I don't have a fan in my room.

It was dark, but the room was just faintly illuminated by the street lamp shining through the window.

He reached a hand out and swept it across the sheets next to him, only to be met by a warm, sedentary lump.

Jungkook sat up, a bit too abruptly, and was met with an intense pounding in his head. He pressed a palm to his forehead, trying to still the room that was spinning around him.

Oh god, how much did I drink?

He always drank too much. It was a habit he picked up during his college days and he could never seem to shake it. However recently, he'd been blacking out more than usual, and it was starting to affect his work.

Jungkook looked over at the naked woman passed out next to him.

Please be alive.

He reached out two fingers and pressed them against her neck, searching for a pulse. To his relief, she stirred when his fingers made contact with her skin. He breathed out a sigh and silently put on his clothes, tiptoeing around the stranger and walking out of the room, careful not to wake her.

He exited the house to find his car in the driveway. Well, kind of in the driveway. It was half in the driveway and half on the neighbor’s lawn, having torn hideous tire marks through the grass.

Now where the fuck are my keys?

He patted down his jeans and jacket until he felt them in one of his pants pockets. He pushed the button, unlocking his car with a chirp chirp! and climbed inside.

His head was killing him, but at least he wasn't drunk anymore. It was stupid of him to drive drunk the night before. Who knows who he could have accidentally killed because of his stupid mistake. Even more stupid considering what he was. But what's done is done, and he can't undo it.

He pulled his phone out of the glove compartment and unlocked it.

12% battery. Shit.

Jungkook opened up the GPS application and searched for directions to his house.

Sunrise District. What the fuck am I doing in this neighborhood?

It was clear on the other side of the City from where he lived. He had no reason to be here, especially not at this hour. But whatever, he'd gone home with a lot of strange people before, so he decided not to question it further.

God, I really can't remember anything. Jungkook, you really need to stop with all this drinking.

But he's told himself this many times before, almost every weekend as a matter of fact. And it was to no avail. Every weekend he still drank until his liver screamed and he went home with questionable men and women, forgetting nearly all of it the next day.

One day you're going to do something really stupid and you won't be able to fix it.

He started the engine and tore down the quiet suburban street, making his way toward his house on the other side of the City.

Jungkook walked into the precinct the next day, fully caffeinated and with his dark circles prominent beneath his eyes.

“Good morning, Detective Jeon.” You approached him, handing him one of the cups of coffee in your hands.

He greeted you and accepted the beverage.

I guess another cup wouldn't hurt.

It was his fourth cup that morning. It took two just to stop him from feeling like a zombie after the night he had, and another to give him enough energy to sit through rush hour traffic to the police station.

“Hey, Jeon, you look like shit.” Detective Kim Seokjin came over and clapped him on the back.

“Thanks, Jin.”

“Rough night?” You asked him.

“Yeah. A bit. But nothing I can't handle.” He tried to laugh it off, but he knew it sounded forced.

You gave him a smirk, an expression that made him immensely uneasy.

“I hate to get right into it,” Jin said, directing Jungkook’s attention away from you, “but there's been another murder this weekend.”

Shit.

“Again?” Jungkook tried to sound surprised. In a way, he was surprised, since the person he woke up next to was still alive when he left. “Where this time?”

“Sunrise,” Jin informed him.

Fuck.

“Where in Sunrise?”

“Over on Smeraldo and Bloom Street.”

That was just a few blocks away from where he woke up. But it couldn't have been him. How would he have killed someone and then gone home with someone else? Without any blood on his hands?

Usually when he woke up he was still at the scene of the crime, more often than not lying in a pool of blood. Not his blood.

Other times he would wake up in bed with a random person he met at the bar, but those times, there was no murder.

Never had he done both.

Maybe it was just a coincidence? Maybe this had nothing to do with him?

Maybe… Hopefully…

Jungkook pulled up at the house, with you in the passenger seat and Jin in the back. It was a small, unassuming, split-level home, painted a faded retro pink. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the neighbors peeping through their curtains, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on next door.

When the detectives set foot into the home, the sharp tang of blood filled their nostrils. There was a trail of it, leading down the cream carpeted staircase, through the living room, and disappearing at the door.

“So the blood just stops…?” Jungkook asked, to no one in particular.

One of the medical examiners walked over to where the three detectives stood, confused by the odd and abrupt end to the blood.

“Yeah,” the medical examiner answered. “There’s no trace of it past the threshold of the building. But…” He hesitated. “That’s not even the most bizarre part.”

“What do you mean, Hoseok?” You asked.

Hoseok let out an exasperated sigh. “Just… It’d be best if you just came to see for yourselves.” He led the detectives up the blood soaked stairs,ensuring they put on shoe covers beforehand so that they wouldn’t get any precious evidence on themselves.

There was a lot of blood. Seemingly more than a human body could possibly contain, appearing to be an endless trail that led down the hall toward the master bedroom.

“I hope you had a light breakfast,” he told them, voice devoid of any humor, before pushing the door open, letting out an even stronger whiff of metallic iron. “Men, prepare yourselves. I’m sure this will be far worse for you than for Y/N.”

The three detectives nodded and entered.

“Oh god!” Jin gagged the moment he saw what was in that room.

“Holy fuck!” As gruesome as it was, you couldn’t take your eyes off of it.

Yet Jungkook just stood there, dumbstruck.

Shit.

However, it was not the horrors before him that had him so aghast, but rather the fact that this was definitely his work.

The man lay on the bed, surrounded by his own blood. Much of it was dried, however some pools were so deep and thick that they remained wet and sticky, even hours later. It appeared that his eyes had been removed, with X’s carved into his eyelids. There was a long, deep gash down the middle of his chest, sliced with the utmost precision.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

“Oh god. Is that his dick?!” Jin exclaimed.

“Detective Jin,” you scolded, “we are in a professional environment. Please, watch your language.”

“Sorry. Is that his penis?” He revised.

Everyone in the room looked over to the window. Laying on it’s sill was indeed the man’s penis, surrounded by even more blood, soft and flaccid, with testicles still attached.

You and Jungkook approached the window while Jin stayed behind, trying his hardest not to vomit and taint the crime scene. Upon closer inspection, the two of you saw that the shaft was cut down the middle lengthwise, held together only by its base.

“What do you think, Jungkook?” You asked.

“I– uh– God, who knows. I’m at a loss for this one.”

You nodded and turned toward Hoseok. “Do you think it was a woman? I mean, who else could hate a man this much?”

Hoseok shook his head. “I don’t know. The M.O. seems to be consistent with a couple other murders that have been happening lately.”

“So you think this was a serial killer?” You pursed your lips.

Hoseok crossed his arms and nodded.

Jungkook’s mouth went dry. If they noticed a pattern between all of his victims, that just meant they were one step, even if it were a miniscule step, closer to catching him.

“But the thing is,” Hoseok continued, “most serial killers leave a signature, like some carve messages into their victims, or decorate them with flowers, so that the cops know that it’s them. However, this one…” He walked over the the victim, using his hand to gesture toward the slash down his chest. “The only way I could tell they were the same person is the way they made the cuts, quick and precise, with a sharp… I would like to say knife but really it could be any sort of sharp object, but they were done with the same weapon.” He stood back and looked at the man, particularly at the bright red void in between his legs. “They also like to mutilate their victims, in this case sex organs, which is actually quite common among serial killers, often because they feel like they’re ‘ridding the world of sin’ by doing so, so I couldn’t use that reasoning in drawing my conclusion that this, the Ambrosia murder, and the Skyline murder were all committed by the same person.”

“But they are committed by the same person, right?” You asked.

Hoseok nodded. “I believe so, yes.”

Jungkook fixed his gaze on the body and clenched his fists at his sides. “And do we know anything about this person?”

Hoseok sighed. “No, nothing. We don’t know gender, height, weight, age. Nothing. Although since all his victims are in their twenties and all the murders seemed to have occurred during sexual intercourse, I would assume the murderer is also around that age. Each victim seems to have experienced some sort of penetration before being murdered, but that could have been with a penis, strap on, or anything else long and rod shaped. Again, these are just guesses. We don’t know anything.”

Good.

Jungkook continued to stare pensively at the victim.

The thing was, whenever he killed someone, he never remembered it afterward. Not until he saw the bodies again, and then his memories came rushing back.

He was at a new nightclub in the Seaside district. It was one of those trendy ones, with a light up dance floor, white leather chairs and booths, and touch screen table tops so you could order drinks without having to leave the comfort of your seat. Whenever Jungkook went to places like these, he avoided the VIP area, and he avoided anyone who went up to dance on the shiny gold stripper poles. Not because he had anything against those people, but because those are the ones that people will recognize. If one of them went missing, or had their face shown on the news as a murder victim, there was a higher probability that someone recognized them from the club or bar or even remembered that they left with Jungkook.

He hovered by the bar, downing enough shots to get himself in the mood, and scanning the premises, searching for his next victim. It had been a while since his last kill, and he was feeling anxious to get some blood on his hands. Jungkook could feel the alcohol starting to seep into his veins. His mind grew fuzzy as he ran his thumb over the small knife in his jacket pocket.

That’s when he spotted him. He sat at a table alone, watching as the people around him swayed their hips sensually to the music, and drinking away his sorrows.

He had a sad look in his eyes, something that told Jungkook he wouldn’t mind hooking up with a random stranger to take his mind off things.

Jungkook downed another shot and strode over to the man.

“Hey,” Jungkook greeted him. “Mind if I join you?” He asked, yelling over the loud thumping of the fast paced song that just came on, flashing the man a flirty smile.

The man, with his mouth slightly open and seemingly taken aback at the fact that someone was approaching him, paused before replying with, “Sure, go for it.”

Jungkook sat down in the seat next to him. "You doing okay? I noticed you earlier and you look kinda down."

The man took a sip from his cocktail and shrugged. "I've been better."

"Care to elaborate?"

The man raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "I just met you."

"Good point. Why don't we introduce ourselves. You are...?"

The man stared back out into the crowd. "Jimin," he answered curtly.

Jungkook extended his hand out. "Nice to meet you, Jimin. I'm James."

He gave Jungkook a questioning look, ignoring his extended hand. "James..." Jimin repeated slowly. The name was foreign on his tongue, in a language he wasn't used to speaking.

Jungkook reached over and placed his hand on top of Jimin's, which held onto his cocktail glass that rested on the table. "Say, Jimin... You up for some fun tonight?" He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"What kind of fun?"

"Oh, I think you know what kind."

Jimin chuckled. "So my place or yours?"

"Yours."

Jimin nodded and finished his drink before standing up. Jungkook followed him out the door, pushing through the crowd and into a cab.

By the time the two of them stumbled into Jimin’s house, groping and covering each other with sloppy wet kisses, the alcohol had plenty of time to set into Jungkook’s veins. He felt bold and energized. So much so that, when Jimin was tripping over his own feet trying to get up the stairs, Jungkook brazenly picked him up and carried him. He didn’t want to waste any time. He needed this and he needed it now.

Jungkook threw Jimin on the bed and began undressing.

“I take it you’re a top,” Jimin said, propping himself up on his elbows to watch Jungkook, who stood at the foot of the bed. “What if I am too?”

Jungkook ignored his question and continued vigorously yanking his clothes off his body.

“I guess I don’t really have a say in this, do I?” Jimin raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

“Why are you still dressed?” Jungkook was now fully naked and pulling a condom out of his pocket.

“Do you really have to use a condom? I swear I don’t have anything,” Jimin said as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.

“I don’t fuck anyone without a condom. Especially not a stranger.”

“Tsk tsk. Is that all I am to you?” Jimin smiled playfully.

“Precisely.” Jungkook rolled the condom over his hard length and gave it a couple of strokes to make sure it was secure. He then, deciding that Jimin was not getting undressed nearly as fast as he liked, leaned over the bed and helped Jimin yank off his jeans.

Jungkook saw how hard Jimin was through his underwear. His cock strained against the fabric, trying to break free. Jungkook’s mouth watered at the dark stain of precum pooling at its tip.

This is going to be a fun one.

Jungkook lowered himself onto Jimin, grinding his thigh against Jimin’s dick, watching the precum spill out of it.

Jimin gasped as Jungkook rubbed against him. He grabbed onto Jungkook’s ass and pulled him closer, Jungkook’s latex clad cock grazing his hip.

“James, I–” Jimin gasped as Jungkook pressed his thigh harder onto Jimin’s length. “How long are you going to make me wait?”

Jungkook pushed himself off of him. “You got any lube?”

Instead of answering, Jimin reached over to his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of clear gel and tossing it to him.

Jungkook squeezed a glob onto his hand and ran it over his shaft, making sure the condom was nice a slick before leaning over and lining himself up at Jimin’s entrance. He pushed himself in slowly, watching Jimin’s eyes roll back as he took in every inch with ease. Jungkook placed a hand on either side of Jimin’s shoulders, trapping him with his body.

“Fuck,” Jimin breathed as Jungkook began moving his hips, guiding his cock in and out of him.

Jungkook bent down and latched his mouth onto Jimin’s neck, sucking hard, enough to get him to moan, but not hard enough to leave marks. He quickened his pace, thrusting vigorous enough and fast enough to cause the bedframe to creak beneath them.

Jungkook took one of his hands and placed his thumb on Jimin’s nipple, massaging it, pressing hard circles into it as Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, breathing erratically and getting lost in the pleasure. Soon, Jungkook looked down to see Jimin’s abs twitch as milky white streaks of cum shot out of the tip of his cock, onto his stomach, his abs, some making its way even to his chest. Jimin cried out as he came, and Jungkook was grateful that they were in a house and not an apartment, otherwise the neighbors would have definitely heard him.

Watching Jimin cum made Jungkook’s cock throb, but it wasn’t enough to push him over the edge. He needed more. So, as Jimin was coming down from his high, Jungkook pulled out, and pumped his dick in his hand. Jimin was so far gone, that he didn’t even notice Jungkook rummaging around in his clothing, cock in one hand, digging in his pockets with the other, and finally pulling out a small knife from his jacket pocket. Jungkook grabbed it by the hilt and placed the blade between his teeth, ripping it out of its sheath with his mouth.

Jungkook returned to kissing Jimin’s neck, the knife hidden behind his back. “Did you enjoy that, Jimin?” Jungkook asked with his lips pressed against Jimin’s skin.

“Couldn’t you tell?” His eyes were still closed, and his softening cock still twitched from his orgasm. He opened one eye and looked at Jungkook. “What about you, though? Aren’t you going to cum?”

Jungkook hummed and placed a kiss on Jimin’s collarbone. “Oh yes. Very soon.”

With that, he pulled back and plunged the knife into Jimin’s chest, dragging a clean slice down his torso.

Jimin’s scream was cut short as Jungkook punctured his trachea and severed one of his lungs. Blood oozed out of his chest, along with the last remnant of his life, which only served to turn Jungkook on even more.

But Jungkook didn’t want to stop there. He placed a hand over Jimin’s now soft member, picking it up and squeezing it, playing with it in his hands. He brought the knife to its base, carefully slicing it off.

Beautiful.

That was what he thought when he brought the severed penis up to his face to get a closer look at it. Blood dripped down his wrist and forearm as he held it. He licked a stripe up the shaft and swirled his tongue around the head, letting the remainder of the cum drip into his mouth. He used his hand to stroke himself while he did this, feeling the muscles in his abdomen tensing and the heat rising in his core.

“Mmmm,” Jungkook moaned at the salty taste that coated his tongue.

He continued to stroke himself as he walked over to the window, placing the cock on its sill.

I wonder if there’s any cum left inside.

To get his answer, Jungkook ran the knife swiftly from the testicles up to the head, slicing it clean in half, held together only by the base in a V shape. To his disappointment – or maybe his enjoyment – there was only blood. More blood than he expected.

“Fuck,” Jungkook couldn’t help but say out loud. Jimin was so healthy, his blood so red, its scent so metallic, it made Jungkook’s head spin in the best way possible. Although, that might have also been due to all the shots he took at the bar.

Taking one last glance at the mutilated penis, Jungkook turned back to Jimin’s body, Jimin’s glorious, sexless body. He pushed Jimin’s legs together – which only forced more blood out of his gaping wound – and straddled him. He leaned over and rubbed his cock on the oozing slit that tore through Jimin’s torso. A slew of grunts and moans escaped his lips as he thrusted himself closer and closer toward his orgasm.

But there was something missing. He felt like there was something else he had to do. Then, he looked up at Jimin’s face. He saw that Jimin’s eyes were still open, frozen in the split second horror and realization that he was being murdered.

Jungkook tilted his head to the side, studying, contemplating. That’s when he decided.

He grabbed the knife that had since been resting beside Jimin’s thigh and brought up to Jimin’s face. Without hesitation, he jabbed the weapon into one of Jimin’s eyes, swirling it around and nearly pulverizing the eyeball. He did the same with the other eye, until both eyeballs were pools of blood and jelly. When he pulled the knife out, he closed the lids over their empty sockets, carving X’s on top of them.

Jungkook pulled back to get a better view. He chuckled at how comical it looked, like how cartoon characters were marked as dead with X’s for eyes.

He pushed himself off of Jimin and sat back on the bed, admiring his work. One hand held onto the knife while the other gripped around his cock, moving up and down until Jungkook was releasing into the condom, chest heaving and raspy breaths leaving his throat.

God. That was one of the best ones yet.

Jungkook continued to run his hand up and down his cock until his sensitivity became unbearable and he began to soften.

He lay back on the bed next to Jimin, waiting for himself to calm down. Intending to rest only briefly, he closed his eyes, but accidentally fell asleep.

He couldn’t seem to recall how he woke up in that woman’s bed, or who the woman was for that matter. All he knew was that he fell asleep at Jimin’s place and woke up somewhere else, with both him and his clothes completely clean of Jimin’s blood. And it obviously wasn’t a dream since he was standing here now, staring at his creation.

“Jungkook, are you still there?”

The sound of your voice pulled Jungkook out of his memory.

“Huh? Yeah.” He shook his head, trying to bring himself back to the present.

Noticing the uneasy look on his face, you placed a hand on his arm. “You don't look too great. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I just. I don't know what to think," he lied. "This and the previous unsolved murders. I'm stumped.” He let out an exasperated sigh, which he hoped didn't sound too fake.

“Don't blame yourself. We’re all stumped," you reassured him, giving his arm a light squeeze.

“There's no DNA evidence at any of the crime scenes?” Jin called from where he was hunched over in the doorway, trying not to look at the body and still attempting to keep his morning coffee in his stomach.

“No,” Hoseok replied. “This person was very careful. No hair, no semen or vaginal fluid. Not from anyone but the victims. And there's not enough saliva to pull a viable sample.”

"Well if that's the case, can we pack up the body and get out of here already? Before I projectile vomit all over the place?"

Hoseok nodded and motioned for this assistants to pack up the body into a big black bag.

"What about the...?" You nodded toward the window sill.

"Ah, yes. Boys," Hoseok called to the men who packed up the body, "don't forget that too."

The men nodded and followed their orders.

Back at the precinct, Jungkook sipped on his fifth cup of coffee of the day as he looked over the case files for the Ambrosia and Skyline murders on his computer. He looked for any evidence that could point toward him. To his relief, there was none.

All three case files said the same thing.

Each victim suffered from some form of mutilation and it was most likely that the mutilation occurred during sexual intercourse, after the victim was deceased. However, there was never any DNA left at the scene, or any readable fingerprints. The weapon could be a number of things: a small knife, a switchblade, anything small and sharp, and most likely untraceable. Each one used the same kind of weapon. There was nothing that they could use to determine the height, weight, or gender of the killer.

"Whatcha doin?"

Jungkook jumped at the sound of your voice and turned to find you leaning over, your face right next to his, reading over his shoulder.

"I– I'm looking over the case files of the previous unsolved murders to see if there's anything I missed."

You raised an eyebrow. "Mhm."

"What?"

"Nothing. Don't overwork yourself." You smiled and patted his shoulder before returning to your desk.

That was fucking weird.

Jungkook looked back at his monitor, opening the Ambrosia murder file.

I remember this one.

June 13th, 2020.

That date marked the one year anniversary of Jungkook working at the precinct. In such a short time, he had already become well loved by his boss and fellow coworkers. He was considered one of the best detectives in the precinct, something that gave him a tremendous amount of pride.

To celebrate this anniversary, you, Jin, Hoseok, and the rest of the precinct took him out to a fancy bar downtown. Hoseok, quite the party animal outside of work hours, ordered an excessive amount of shots on Jin's credit card. Which meant Jungkook got utterly fucking drunk.

By around midnight, more than half his coworkers were passed out, leaving you, Jungkook, and a few other guys from forensics still standing. The lot of you helped haul your inebriated friends out of the bar and into cabs so that they got home safely. Soon, the forensics guys had also had enough, and went home, grumbling about the killer hangover they would have the next day.

"I should get going, too," you said to Jungkook once they've left.

"What? So soon?"

"Yes, I've had more alcohol tonight than in my entire time in college."

Jungkook pouted. “Fine, but I'm gonna stay. Maybe find a friend." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Alrighty, well I'm gonna call myself a cab." You threw on your jacket and patted Jungkook on the arm. "Don't stay up too late, Kookie."

He chuckled. "I'm not making any promises."

You smiled at him before walking out of the bar.

Now that his coworkers were gone, the real fun could begin.

Jungkook scanned the bar, looking to see if there was anyone worth flirting with. Not finding anyone to his liking, he stumbled out to a bar a couple of blocks down. The second he walked in, his eyes fell on a man, talking with a small group of friends and sipping on a beer. He had shiny blonde hair, golden like a halo around his head. Jungkook tilted his head to the side and watched him. He was intrigued by this man, and the glittering aura he gave off.

Jungkook decided to study him a bit longer, not quite ready to approach him.

Have I ever seen someone so beautiful?

He went up the the bar and ordered a few drinks, keeping his eyes on the man and his group of friends. He leaned back against the bar and took a couple swigs of the beer the bartender had set in front of him.

One of the man's friends said something funny, causing him to laugh, his smile taking up his entire face.

Wow.

Jungkook toyed with the small knife in his pocket. It was a gift from his grandfather, something he considered a good luck charm. He always took it to work with him, and now, he hoped it would give him the confidence he needed to talk to this man.

Luckily for Jungkook, soon the man's friends left him, probably to go home. Jungkook set his beer down and took a shot of liquid courage before making his way over to where he stood.

The man raised an eyebrow as Jungkook approached him.

"Hi," Jungkook greeted him with a confident smile.

"May I help you?"

"I just noticed you earlier and thought you were very attractive."

"Thought? Past tense?"

Jungkook laughed. "No. I still think you're very attractive."

"Mmmm," the man hummed. "Interesting..." He narrowed his eyes.

"You alone tonight?" Jungkook asked.

"I am now."

"You single...?"

"Maybe..." The man looked at him, wanting to know where he was going with this.

"You up for a little something tonight?"

"Hmmm." The man looked Jungkook up and down, taking in his loosely fitted white t-shirt, tight black jeans, and scuffed up sneakers. "You're a bit younger than I usually go for."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"But I think I'll make an exception. Because I think you're very attractive, too." The man flashed him a flirty grin.

"Then can I get your name?"

He smiled. "Yoongi."

Yoongi. That's why he seems to be glowing.

"I'm Joshua." He never gave his real name when it was just a one time hookup, in case they tried looking for him afterward. Too many times in the past have previous hookups added him on social media or searched for his contact information, wanting to hook up again, but to Jungkook, they were a one time, and one time only, type of fling.

"Nice to meet you, Joshua. So I guess that leaves the question of my place or yours?"

"Yours."

"You're the one approached me, and now you're imposing on me?" Yoongi teased.

"Believe me, you would not want to see my place." At this time Jungkook's roommate hadn't moved out yet, so he still shared a tiny studio apartment with one of his college buddies.

"Why? You're not a serial killer with some freaky dungeon or something, right?" Yoongi joked.

Jungkook let out an airy laugh. "No, I just have a roommate."

"Ahhh, Of course, it's a bit early for an audience. Maybe, one day, if you're up to try a little exhibitionism."

Jungkook chuckled. "Not in this lifetime, I don't think."

"Very, well." Yoongi finished his drink and led Jungkook out of the bar.

Turns out Yoongi's place was quite swanky. He lived in what appeared to be one of those old hotels that had been converted into apartments. It was the kind that was decorated in gold and velvet and looked more like an opera house or theatre than those modern condos that have been popping up everywhere.

"Whoa," Jungkook breathed as he entered the lobby.

"Nice, right?"

"Yeah, man. How old is this place?"

"It's a replica. It was actually built in the last ten years or so."

"Really? It looks so authentic."

"And how would you know what authentic looks like?"

"Movies."

Yoongi chuckled. "Of course." He and Jungkook entered the elevator and Yoongi pressed the button for the 8th floor. "Coolest part is, that, like the old hotels, each room has its own name and theme."

"Really? What's yours called?"

"Ambrosia."

The way that word rolled off Yoongi's tongue, the way it danced on his lips, the way it tickled Jungkook's eardrums, sent shivers up Jungkook's spine.

And sure enough, when they arrived at Yoongi's gold painted door, Jungkook saw on it a little placard that read "Ambrosia."

"I like that word," Jungkook told him.

"Hm? Ambrosia?"

There it was again. That beautiful sound, rolling exquisitely off Yoongi's tongue. Jungkook licked his bottom lip and then caught it with his teeth as Yoongi opened the door and let the two of them in.

Through the golden door was a one bedroom apartment. Everything was decorated in white and gold. It was somehow fitting, not at all excessive or gaudy or cheap looking, but rather pristine, like it belonged to the gods. It suited this glowing man and his golden aura.

"Wow," Jungkook gasped, taking in his new surroundings. "You really live here?" He walked around the moderately sized living room and adjoined kitchen. It was beautiful yet dizzying, and he wondered if it was because of the alcohol that was still ever so present in his bloodstream.

"Yeah, man." Yoongi replied as he shrugged off his coat and threw it on the white leather love seat. "The great part about this place is that it all come fully furnished and decorated. You only have to pay for the furniture if you damage it. Bad part is, the availability of these apartments is low, so if you're first on the waiting list and a room opens up, but you don't like the theme, you either have to live with it or give up the room and rejoin the waiting list. Thankfully I got a nice one."

"Shit. Yeah. I haven't seen the other rooms but I'm pretty sure you have the nicest one in the entire complex."

Yoongi chuckled. "I don't know about that. I heard there’s one decorated like a sex dungeon."

"Oh? I take that back. You have the second nicest one."

Yoongi laughed and stepped over to Jungkook, grabbing onto his waist. "Now, are we gonna do what we came here to do?"

Suddenly remembering, Jungkook leaned in, pressing his body against Yoongi's. "Oh, yes. Definitely."

Yoongi closed the distance between them, crashing his lips with Jungkook's, and placing his hands on the back of Jungkook's neck to pull him closer. Jungkook returned the kiss eagerly, feeling the excitement and electricity coursing through his veins. Yoongi's tongue snaked it's way into Jungkook's mouth and played with his. They stood there kissing for a few minutes before Yoongi pulled back.

Jungkook's eyes grew wide. "Shit, that's some tongue you got there."

"You wanna find out what else it can do?"

"Fuck yes."

With that, Yoongi pushed Jungkook into his bedroom and onto the bed.

Jungkook lay flat atop the puffy white comforter, his erection protruding prominently through his jeans. Yoongi crawled on top of him and began kissing him, stroking Jungkook's hard cock with his hand.

Jungkook groaned into the kiss, feeling Yoongi's erect member rubbing against his thigh.

"Fuck," Jungkook moaned. "Get undressed."

"You too, handsome."

The two of them discarded their clothes onto the floor and returned to their original positions.

"God, you're so fucking hot, Yoongi."

Yoongi chuckled and started kissing down Jungkook's jawline, neck, chest, abs, belly, until his face hovered over Jungkook's crotch.

"Are you ready to experience Min Yoongi's tongue technology?"

Jungkook nodded, unable to form any words. His breathing ceased in anticipation. He could feel Yoongi's warm breath against his cock, which quivered at the sensation.

"But first." Yoongi got up to grab a condom from his drawer.

"Do we really need one of those?" Jungkook asked impatiently.

"Hey, I don't know who you are or where you've been and I don't wanna catch anything you might have."

"I'm clean, but I get it if you don't trust me. Just hurry up."

Yoongi rolled the condom over Jungkook's length, giving it a couple pumps of his hand to make sure it was secure. Before he knew it, Yoongi's mouth was around him. Jungkook gasped at the sudden warmth that enveloped him, and couldn't contain his moans as Yoongi proceeded to give him the greatest blow job he'd ever experienced in his entire life.

In mere minutes he was already coming into the condom, filling it with his milky white goo. But Yoongi didn't stop there. He kept going, using his hands, fingers, his lips, his throat, and most importantly, his tongue, until Jungkook came yet again, overflowing the condom with his sticky cum.

He had never experienced pleasure as intense as that second orgasm. Yoongi was the first person to have ever left him completely speechless. His mind was completely blank, only thinking about how good it felt and how he couldn't move.

Yoongi still continued even after Jungkook came, until he was squirming and whining at the sensitivity.

"Yoongi!" He moaned. "Agh. Stop. That's enough."

Yoongi pulled back with a loud smack as Jungkook's cock left his mouth and flopped down into Jungkook's stomach.

"Did you like that?"

"Oh, fuck yeah," Jungkook answered, still trying to catch his breath. "I'm pretty sure that was the best blowjob I've ever gotten."

"Great, because that was the most fun one I've given." Yoongi smirked. "You came twice."

"I know. Shit. I didn't even know I could do that."

"That's the magic of the tongue technology."

"Oh my god, is that really what you call it?"

"Yep. Coined the term myself. I'm quite proud of it. 'Whether man or woman, I'll make you cum with my tongue technology'."

"Oh that's good. I like the sound of that."

Yoongi chortled. "Thanks."

Jungkook lay back and sighed while Yoongi reclined next to him.

"Let me know when you're ready again," Yoongi said. "I want you to fuck me hard in return for what I did for you."

"Oh, god. Give me a few minutes. I need to recover," Jungkook jested.

The two of them lay there for a while, staring at the white marble ceiling. All Jungkook could think about was how good Yoongi's tongue made him feel. Yoongi knew just how to use it, and it was no doubt he was experienced. He had a right to brag about his "tongue technology" because it was truly incredible.

Jungkook recalled the way Yoongi's tongue licked up and down his shaft, the way it expertly swirled around his tip. It was no surprise that soon he was hard again. He leaned over and ran his hand down Yoongi's chest until he reached his crotch. He grabbed Yoongi's still hard cock and stroked it, spreading the precum all over.

"I think I'm ready," Jungkook muttered.

Yoongi looked down at Jungkook's crotch. "Oh I definitely think you are."

Jungkook smirked and moved to straddle Yoongi. He ran his hand over the cum filled condom that hugged his cock. "I think I need a new one."

Yoongi pointed toward the nightstand. "That drawer over there. The lube is in there too."

Jungkook reached over, opening the drawer and pulling out a fresh new condom and a bottle of lube. He removed the old one, tied it, and tossed it aside to deal with later.

This cannot wait.

Jungkook put on the condom and slathered his length in lube, giving his cock a couple of pumps before lining himself up at Yoongi’s entrance.

“Ready?”

Yoongi nodded and Jungkook pushed himself in. Both of them moaned as Jungkook slowly slid in.

Jungkook fucked him fast and hard until Yoongi’s chest was coated with his glistening cum. Jungkook kept fucking him, trying to get himself off for the third time that night. He thrusted into Yoongi over and over, but it wasn’t enough. Jungkook leaned down and kissed Yoongi’s neck, sucking hard until purple patched began to form.

Maybe I could try…

Jungkook jutted his teeth out, biting into Yoongi’s skin softly, testing the waters. Yoongi moaned at the feeling, causing Jungkook to become more bold. He bit down harder this time, drawing the slightest bit of blood. He ran his tongue over the wound, and his mouth was coated with a salty, metallic taste, and Yoongi groaned loudly.

Jungkook pulled back. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, that feels good.”

Jungkook stopped thrusting and pulled out. “Wait here, I have an idea.” He leapt off the bed and over to the pile of his clothes on the floor, pulling out the knife from his pocket.

“Does this scare you?” Jungkook asked, holding out the knife and peering at Yoongi through his lashes.

“Not at all,” Yoongi smirked. “Josh, you seem to be into some kinky shit.”

Jungkook unsheathed the knife and returned to the bed. He re-entered Yoongi but stilled his hips. Yoongi gasped as Jungkook pressed the knife to his throat, feeling the cold metal against the delicate skin that housed all his most precious arteries.

“I won’t hurt you,” Jungkook reassured him. “Just tell me if you wanna stop, and I’ll stop.”

Yoongi nodded. “Go for it.”

The first slice was not very deep. Jungkook just barely breached the dermal layer, inciting the tiniest bit of blood to arise from Yoongi’s veins. He took two fingers and brushed them against the beads of crimson oozing from the cut. His lips curled as he inspected the blood smeared on his fingertips. Their eyes locked as Jungkook slowly brought the fingers up to his mouth, and sucked them clean.

His blood tasted pure and rich, like nectar of the gods. Like ambrosia.

That’s when something in him snapped. Jungkook stared at Yoongi, cocking his head to the side. Something about his expression darkened, and for a split second, Yoongi was scared. It was only for a split second because – he doesn’t know what came over him, but – Jungkook slashed the knife across Yoongi’s throat, cutting off his air supply, and allowing more of the divine nectar that Jungkook loved so much to spill from his veins.

Yoongi lay still as Jungkook began thrusting again, getting himself off to the sight of Yoongi’s blood spilling down his pale neck, onto the clean, white bedding.

Mmmmm.

Jungkook leaned over Yoongi’s lifeless body. He hovered right above his face, somewhat expecting to feel Yoongi’s breath against his nose, but there was nothing. Jungkook’s fingers parted Yoongi’s lips, and he leaned in for a kiss.

Still warm.

His tongue roamed Yoongi’s mouth, swirling the soft muscle around Yoongi’s, relishing his sweet taste. But there was something, some weird feeling, gnawing at the back of his brain. It was like a weird persistent buzzing that he couldn’t quite decipher. He thought that maybe it was just the alcohol messing with him.

Jungkook pulled back and focused on Yoongi’s open mouth.

Do it.

Without thinking, Jungkook brought the knife up to Yoongi’s lips. Jungkook’s fingers pried his jaw open wider, allowing him better access. Jungkook slowly placed the blade of the knife into his mouth and in one swift motion, sliced off Yoongi’s tongue.

The muscle fell to the back of Yoongi’s throat, and Jungkook fished it out with his long fingers. He held it up to his face, juggling it in his fingers.

Exquisite.

Jungkook played with Yoongi for a little while longer before finishing, completely overwhelmed with pleasure, coming so hard that it drained him of all his energy. He fell asleep next to Yoongi’s dead body and awoke the next morning covered in blood. He showered in Yoongi’s bathroom and put on his clothes. When he left, he took his used condoms with him. Of course he wasn’t stupid enough to leave them behind, he was a detective for god’s sake. He knew exactly how to avoid getting caught.

Jungkook placed his elbows on his desk, clasping his hands together in front of him, and sighed at the memory. His brows were furrowed and his lips pursed as he stared at the screen.

“What did I say, Jeon?” You called to him from your desk.

“Hm?” Jungkook peeked his head over the monitor so that he could see you.

“‘Don’t overwork yourself’,” you told him, quoting what you had said earlier.

Right then, Jin entered the precinct after trying to subdue his nausea in the bathroom. “Any updates from Hoseok and his crew?” He asked as he strode over to your desk. His skin had lost its usual color and glow, taking on a sick, slightly green tinge to it.

“Nope, nothing,” you answered him. “I don’t think there’s anything to report. There were no fingerprints, no DNA, nothing. He’s just as confused as we are.”

“Should we pay him a visit?”

“Would you be okay with that, Jin? You still look a bit pale.”

Jin straightened his posture and puffed out his chest. “I’m perfect! Totally fine! Let’s go!”

You and Jungkook stood from your desks. Before joining Jin, you waited for Jungkook to catch up to you so you could whisper, “Can you believe this guy is our boss?” You scoffed. “How is he head detective if he can’t even handle a crime scene.”

“You shouldn’t speak that way about our boss, Y/N. Especially at work,” Jungkook deadpanned.

Your eyes widened slightly. The coldness in his voice surprised you. His steely expression didn’t change as the two of you followed Jin to the morgue. You brushed it off as just being his stress talking, but something had been off about him all day.

Hoseok was running lint samples in the precinct’s materials database when the three detectives entered the morgue. On the cold metal table lay Jimin, completely exposed, causing a sour taste to creep up Jin’s throat.

You leaned over to him. “You alright there, detective?” You asked him.

He gave you a quick nod and nothing else.

“What do you got?” Jungkook asked Hoseok.

“I got nothing, man. The only fibers I found were cotton fibers from a white t-shirt, but that doesn’t help, because do you know how many white cotton t-shirts there are out there?!”

“Yeah, I have like 30 of them in my closet.”

“Exactly! And it could even be the victim’s for all we know! We took some samples from his clothes and he has at least three shirts that match this damn lint. ”

You raised an eyebrow. “So you can determine that this, the Ambrosia murder, and the Skyline murder were all done by the same person just from the way they made the cuts, but you can’t find any other evidence that could point us to an actual person?” You asked incredulously.

“I– uh, well. Yes,” Hoseok stammered nervously.

“Well, do we have a name? Anything to identify him?” Jin joined in.

“Mhm. That we do. His DNA matches that of a man named Park Jimin.”

You nodded. “Send us his identification number and we’ll do some digging.”

Jungkook stared at the body that lay before him, the sick, mutilated mess he’d created. Sober, he could barely stand the sight of it. It was revolting, horrifying, and utterly wrong. He found the psychology behind it quite intriguing, because the human brain just knows that that body part shouldn’t be missing, the flesh there shouldn’t be exposed, or there shouldn’t be so much blood outside of the body, and has the most extreme reaction to it. Some experience dizziness, nausea, or even fainting, because something in their brain is telling them this is not right.

But drunk, the pleasure he derives from this kind of mutilation outweighs it all. It outweighs the anxiety, uncertainty, disgust, and most importantly, the fear of getting caught. He can’t describe it. He’s never quite been able to replicate the intensity of this pleasure, this thrill, through anything else, especially not sober.

And that is precisely why Jeon Jungkook cannot stop. Not until he’s caught.

You and Jungkook were sitting at your desk, working on paperwork for a drug bust the three of you did last week, when Jin came around and plopped a manila folder stuffed with various papers in front of Jungkook.

“Park Jimin, born October 13th, 1995. Recently laid off from his job at an accounting firm,” Jin announced.

So that’s why he looked so down that night.

“A couple of months ago he broke up with his boyfriend, Kim Taehyung, but friends and family say it was a mutual decision and they split off amicably.”

“Did you check his alibi?” You asked him.

“No, I just took their word for it.” Jin rolled his eyes. “Of course I checked his alibi! What do you take me for?”

You gave Jungkook a knowing look and he snickered.

“Hey! What was that look, Y/N?” Jin waved his arm at you. “Are you forgetting I can fire you?”

“Sorry, sir,” you replied with a smile, not at all meaning it. You knew he was bluffing and would never actually do it.

“Anyway, as I was saying, Taehyung was at the vet with his dog last night after his dog got a bout of food poisoning. There’s no one else in his life that could be a potential enemy.”

“And you got all of that information in,” Jungkook looked at his watch, “just two hours?”

“There’s a reason I’m lead detective here, kids. Although some of you seem to forget sometimes.” He gave you a pointed look, to which you responded with a sarcastic smile.

“Okay,” you said, “but what do we do with this information? This doesn’t bring us any closer to catching the killer.”

Jin sighed. “That, Y/N, I don’t know. No one knows where he went last night. Taehyung said he asked but Jimin just told him he was going out.”

“What do we do?” Jungkook asked. “We can’t have three unsolved cases.”

I pray to God we have three unsolved cases. Please let these go cold.

The head detective frowned. “I don’t know, but we’re in deep shit if we don’t solve this soon. The public are going to think we’re incompetent if we can’t get any evidence that points to a culprit. Or even worse, they’re going to start panicking because there’s a serial killer on the loose.”

You spun your chair around to face Jin. “How can it be possible that we know absolutely nothing about this person?”

“I don’t know. They seem to be targeting random people in their early twenties. There’s no discrimination in gender it appears, so we can’t make inferences about the gender of the killer.”

You looked back at Jungkook. “It’s like they know exactly how not to get caught.”

The shift of your gaze and the tone of your remark made Jungkook squirm in his seat. He hoped it wasn’t noticeable, but lately it seemed that you were always able to see right through him. The longer you stared at him the more uneasy he felt.

Jin picked the folder back up and tucked it beneath his arm. “I’m gonna do some more digging and I’ll let you know what I find.”

“Sure, yeah,” you replied.

“Mhm,” Jungkook answered.

The rest of the week passed and there was little news from Hoseok. Jin was becoming frustrated because three unsolved murders made the precinct look bad. They were the only detective team in the City, and if they couldn’t solve crimes, then who could? You remained enigmatic as usual, but the uneasiness Jungkook felt around you came in waves, rarely even there, only sometimes flooding him when you looked at him a certain way or said something that made him think you suspected him. However, you never voiced your suspicions outright, which made him anxious. He felt it was only a matter of time before you connected the dots and accused him.

But there were no dots to connect. Hoseok said it himself. There’s no evidence to point toward a killer. Jungkook was safe. So why did he feel so restless?

Jungkook decided to give the drinking a break this weekend and instead spent Saturday night wandering around the shopping district in search of another way to satiate himself. He roamed the streets illuminated by the yellow tinge of the street lamps and neon signs that hung at the entrance of each of the shops. It was nearly midnight, but the streets were still bustling with students from the nearby university, out for a fun night on the town.

Dozens of carts lined the sidewalks, selling various street foods and pretty much every fried thing you could imagine. Jungkook made his way from cart to cart, ordering the most appealing item from each one, and eating it as he made his way to the next one.

After a while, he noticed someone following him. It was a woman, going from cart to cart just like he was, always a few steps behind. At first he thought it could have been you, making sure he didn’t get into any trouble, or making sure you caught him if he did. But once he got a better look at her face, he saw no familiarity in it. She was simply a stranger.

Feeling full of all this greasy and sugary food, Jungkook was feeling a little bold. When he finished his business at the fried shrimp cart, he stayed back, and waited for the stranger to catch up.

“Hi,” he greeted once she approached the cart.

“Hi,” she replied with a smile. “Whatcha got there?”

Jungkook held up his fried shrimp skewer. “Curry. They have a bunch of different seasoning choices, but I think I like curry the best.”

“You’ve tried all of them?”

“Mhm.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Just now?”

“What?” Jungkook shook his head. “No. No. I couldn’t possibly eat that much in one night.”

“I don’t know. I’ve seen you buy something from like seven other carts tonight, so what’s another load of fried shrimp to you?”

Jungkook chuckled. “I’m sure if I ate that much shrimp I’d explode.”

The woman let out a silvery laugh before turning to the cart owner to order. “I’ll have the curry one please.”

The two of them waited in silence until her order was ready. The woman took a bite, making a noise of approval and nodding her head. “You’re right, this is pretty good.”

Jungkook nodded and a silence followed. Wanting to break it, he asked, “So you’ve been following me, huh?”

The woman’s confidence suddenly disappeared as she shifted her gaze away from Jungkook and toward the crowd behind him. “Maybe... “ she replied meekly.

“Why?” He pressed further.

“I just thought you were attractive. And I wanted to look at you a little longer.”

Jungkook let out a sigh of relief, which he disguised with another laugh. “That’s it?”

“Yeah. What did you think? That I was stalking you to murder you or something?” she joked.

“That’s always a possibility.”

The woman giggled. “I’m Jiah, by the way,” she said, extending her hand for Jungkook to shake.

Jungkook took her hand into his firm grasp.

So small. So soft. So… Nice.

“I’m–” he paused, trying to come up with a name on the spot, “Jin.”

“You sure?” She asked, noticing his hesitation. “Just Jin?”

“Yeah. My full name is Seokjin, but I usually just go by Jin.” He grinned nervously.

“Well, Jin. What do you say we go to my place for some coffee to wash all this fried food down,” Jiah suggested.

Jungkook nodded. “Sure.”

Just regular sex, Jungkook. No drinking, no murder.

Jiah led him down the street and hailed a cab.

They skipped the coffee, and it turns out that Jungkook couldn’t keep his promise. About half an hour into a very heated makeout session in Jiah’s kitchen, Jungkook still couldn’t get into it.

“Are you nervous?” Jiah asked him. “This isn’t your first hookup is it?”

“No. To both of those questions,” Jungkook replied.

What’s wrong with me?

Jiah hopped off the counter and pulled a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the cupboard. “Here,” she offered him a glass filled with a golden brown liquid. “Why don’t you have a drink to relax yourself.”

“No,” Jungkook shook his head and pushed it away. “I really shouldn’t.”

“Come on, Jin, one little drink won’t hurt.”

But somehow that one little drink turned into a whole bottle finished between the two of them, and Jungkook was, without a doubt, drunk. Their kisses became sloppy, way too much tongue and completely driven by drunken lust. Jungkook’s hips were grinding into Jiah’s as she sat on the counter. He could feel himself getting hard as he rubbed himself against her. The alcohol incited his sexual urges, among others.

Quickly, the two of them shed their clothes, discarding them onto the floor. Jungkook pulled a condom out of his wallet – one that he kept there for emergencies, although it was quite old. He fumbled to put it on, with his vision distorted from all the alcohol.

After quite a bit of floundering, he finally got it on and was ready to go. He wrapped an arm around Jiah’s waist to pull himself closer and used his other hand to reach down and play with her folds. She moaned as Jungkook used his fingers to spread her arousal all over her labia and clit while he kissed her neck.

Jungkook slowly pushed a finger in and curled it, causing her to gasp. “Fuck, Jin.”

“You like that?”

Jiah nodded. “Yes! Fuck!”

He added another and began to pump his fingers slowly in and out, eliciting soft moans from Jiah’s lips. When he felt her tightening around him, he pulled them out, inspecting her juices that coated his fingers. He brought his fingers up to his face, about to put them in his mouth, before he stopped himself.

Instead, he held them up to Jiah. “Suck.”

She was surprised by his order and cautiously leaned forward to wrap her mouth around his glistening digits, using her tongue to lap up every last bit of herself on him.

“Taste good?”

Jiah nodded hesitantly.

“It’s too bad I won’t get to taste it for myself.”

“What do you–”

Her words were forcefully cut off by Jungkook plunging his cock into her entrance, sliding in easily, and causing her to cry out. He began thrusting quickly, in and out, chasing his own pleasure and not paying any mind to hers. He could feel the alcohol pumping through his veins, heating him up from the inside out. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of Jungkook’s slick cock moving in and out of Jiah’s dripping sex and the uncontrollable moans arising from both their throats. She held on to his shoulders as he roughly pushed his hips into her.

“Jin…” Jiah gasped. “Slow down. I’m gonna c–c–”

“Come?”

She let out another moan as she answered, “Yes.”

“Good.” Jungkook’s lips curled as he kissed her. “Come,” he whispered against her lips.

Soon he felt her walls convulsing around his length as she came.

He could hear her heart beating through her chest, and loud thumping that had only grown more intense as time progressed. It was like a siren call, enticing him, provoking him. He couldn’t control himself. Without realizing, pulled away from her, reaching over to the knife block and pulling out a knife.

“Jin, what are you–?”

He watched as his strong hands plunged it into her chest, piercing through her breastplate and puncturing her heart. Her face contorted in horror and she let out a strangled gasp before collapsing into Jungkook, his own chest becoming smothered in her blood.

He pushed he back and lay her against the counter, getting himself off as he leaned over her and twisted the knife around in her chest, carving into it the shape of a heart and then setting the knife down on the counter. He made a rather large hole, just big enough to pull her real heart out. He held the organ in his hand, no longer beating but still warm.

He juggled it in his fingers, squeezing it and watching the blood drip down his arms and onto the kitchen floor.

It’s soft… Nice… Just like her hand.

He set it down next to her on the counter and returned his focus to getting off, thrusting into her, using some of the blood to ease the friction. The sight of all her blood led to an orgasm so intense that he couldn't hold in his scream.

Shit. They just keep getting better and better.

After he came, he pulled out, his cock still slick with her juices and blood. A sticky string of her cum connected his tip to her entrance. Jungkook knelt down before her, his face mere inches away from her glistening slit. He pushed a finger in and then pulled it out, coated with her cum and blood. He put it in his mouth and sucked.

I guess I was wrong.

He stuck his tongue out and dragged it up her folds, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. Jungkook picked the knife back up, and gently used the tip to separate her lips. He could see her juices still leaking out. The tip of it became coated as it just barely grazed her entrance. Without hesitation, he shoved the knife into her, wiping his prints off of the handle and anywhere he touched on the counter. He washed the blood off of his hands, arms, and chest in the sink, put on his clothes, and then left.

The second Jungkook got outside, a sudden rush of cold air blew past him, sobering him up, and he was met with a pounding headache and the sudden realization of what he had done.

What the fuck, Jungkook? I said no drinking, no murder tonight.

He stumbled down the driveway and onto the sidewalk.

How the fuck do I get home from here?

He wasn’t even sure where he was. He had never been in the Parkside district before, and he didn’t notice any bus lines or train stops on the way here. It was much too far from his house to walk, and there most likely weren’t any cabs around at this hour. He looked around the street, studying the unfamiliar surroundings, suddenly feeling trapped.

That’s when he saw something across the street, lurking. It was barely visible, yet its presence was unmistakably there.

Is someone watching me? Do they know what I just did?

That figure approached him. It wore all black, attempting to blend in with the night. But even in the pitch black darkness, he recognized what, or more specifically, who it was.

Jungkook took a step forward. “Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here?” You whispered back, stepping toward him. “I followed you and I’m here to help you.”

“What? But why?”

“Shhh. Would you keep it down?” You gave him a confused look before realizing. “You don’t remember do you?”

“Remember what?”

You paused and studied his face to see if he was bluffing. “Who do you think drove you home after you killed Jimin?”

“I– uh what? I didn’t kill Jimin.” Jungkook shifted his gaze away, not wanting to make eye contact.

“Don’t lie, Jungkook. I know you did,” you stated sternly. “Now answer my question.”

“I–I drove myself home. I woke up in some woman’s bed in the middle of the night and drove myself home.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Jungkook, who do you think that woman was?”

No. What? It couldn’t have been.

“You?!”

“Ding ding ding, genius.”

How had I not recognized her?

“How…?”

“You know that Jimin’s house is just a few blocks from my house, right? On my way home, I saw you stumbling out piss drunk and completely covered in blood. I drove you back to your house and helped you clean up. And then for some reason, you wanted to go back to my place and you insisted on driving. I tried to talk you out of it but you refused so I had to sit in the passenger seat, holding on to the little handle thing for dear life, as you barreled down the streets at 2am and skidded into my lawn. It was stupid as hell of me to let you do that but thankfully there aren’t that many cars on the streets at that hour.”

Jungkook’s brows knitted in confusion. “That… makes no sense.”

“What the hell do you mean it makes no sense?”

“If we drove my car back to your place, wouldn’t your car be at my house? I didn’t see it when I got back there.”

“That’s because there’s never any parking on your street, you dumbass. So I had to park down the block and walk you to your house, trying to conceal the bloody freakshow from the neighbors. Then I took the bus to your place and picked my car up in the morning.”

Jungkook gaped at you, having trouble comprehending what he was hearing. “Why did you help me? Why didn’t you just turn me in?”

“Because you’re my friend. And you’re a decent detective; I can’t have them locking you up. You expect me and Jin to do all the crime solving when you’re gone? Have you met Jin?” You paused and then added. “Also no one ever suspects the detective, so what do I have to lose?”

He scoffed. “You’re fucking crazy.”

Your lips curled into a smile. “Maybe so.”

Jungkook let out a defeated sigh. “So, did you drive here? Where’s your car? How do you plan on rescuing me this time?”

Your face twisted in annoyance. Here you were, doing him a favor and he was getting crabby with you. “It’s over there.” You turned around and silently led him across the street to you car.

Once in the car, you started the engine and drove. It wasn’t until you entered the freeway that cut across the City that you broke the silence.

“So why do you do it?”

“Huh?” Jungkook was caught off guard by your question. “I don’t know. It just feels… nice. Seeing all that blood, feeling it against my skin, it just… I don’t know. Sex just doesn’t feel as good when there isn’t blood involved.”

“Ouch, that hurts,” you reply flatly.

“What…?” Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Did– Did we…?!”

“You don’t remember? Double ouch.”

“Fuck, I guess I should have known. Considering when I woke up, neither of us had clothes on.”

“You know, for someone so smart, you can be really dumb sometimes.”

Jungkook stared out the window as you drove. “So I didn’t try to murder you?”

“Nope. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“But why?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know what goes on in that brain of yours.” You grimaced.

“Shit, I wish I knew, too…” He trailed off and paused before speaking again. “I used to be able to do it, you know. I used to be able to sleep with someone, even drunk, without wanting to kill them. But lately it had become increasingly difficult to refrain from murder.” He sighed and contemplated it. “Maybe it was because you felt just as good.”

“Jeon,” you warned.

“What?”

“Don’t.” His sentiment was so cliched it made your skin crawl.

You rode in silence the rest of the way. Soon you were pulling up in front of Jungkook’s house. All the lights on the block were off, which meant his neighbors were asleep. Jungkook got out and turned toward you.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“Yeah whatever,” you replied, anxious to get rid of him.

“We need to talk about this sometime, though.”

“Sure we do.” He swore he could detect a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

Jungkook’s frowned at your stubbornness. “Anyway, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, murderer,” you called after him as he closed the car door and walked up his driveway.

You didn't bother waiting for him to open his front door before driving away.

Jungkook was awakened a mere four hours later by his phone ringing.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Wake up, Jeon.” It was Jin.

“Why?” Jungkook groaned.

“There's been another murder. Why else would I be calling you?”

Jungkook rolled over and sat up. “What time is it?”

“A little bit before 5am.”

Jungkook groaned again. “Text me the address. I'll be there soon.”

A few seconds after hanging up, Jungkook received a text message from Jin. He opened it, revealing an address in the Parkside district.

God damn it.

Not long after, he received another ping! It was a message from you.

Y/N: It's yours.

Jungkook flopped back onto his pillows and sighed, using his hands to rub the sleep from his eyes.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed out loud, punching the air.

What the hell were you expecting, Jungkook? They going to find the body eventually.

“Shut up,” he said to himself.

Jungkook then got up and got dressed before leaving for the crime scene.

When he got to the scene, Jiah was just how he had left her. Her heart on the counter, blood spilling out of her chest and from in between her legs. Some of it had dripped onto the floor, in a now-dried puddle.

You walked in with your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle a yawn.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Jungkook greeted you with a sarcastic grin. “Late night?”

You shot him a warning look.

A couple of seconds later Jin walked in with three large cups of coffee. “Morning,” he greeted and held the tray forward. Each of you took one, chugging the hot liquid energy down your throats.

You and Jungkook looked at Jin, expecting him to explain.

“Well?” You said, after Jin remained silent.

“There’s been another murder,” he said.

“I can see that,” you replied.

“Her name is Jeon Jiah. Twenty four years of age, worked at the bank on Union street. Hoseok said cause of death was, well,” Jin pointed to the space between Jiah legs, “someone driving that kitchen knife into her chest.”

You grimaced at the sight, letting Jungkook know just how disgusted you were.

“Has he found anything else?” Jungkook asked.

“The knife appears to be her own, since there’s one missing from the knife block that looks about the same size as the one the killer used on her. Other than that, there’s not much else. But let’s look around, see if we can find prints or anything,” Jin suggested.

You and Jungkook nodded, although Jungkook knew that you wouldn’t find anything. He wiped the place clean before he left. He was thorough, and never left anything behind.

After an hour of searching the house and coming up empty, Hoseok had the body packed up and delivered to the lab. You snapped some photos of the crime scene, and Jungkook pretended like he was helping.

“I’ll meet you two back at the station,” Jin said. “I called Park Jimin’s ex-boyfriend in for questioning, and he’ll be there at nine.”

You and Jungkook nodded. After Jin, Hoseok, and the rest of the crew left, you pulled something out of your pocket and handed it to Jungkook.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“I found it by the sink. I think it’s yours. I thought you might want it.”

Jungkook took the small strand of hair between his fingers. His eyes grew wide as he studied it, because it did, indeed, look a lot like his.

“I swear I cleaned up after myself,” Jungkook whispered.

“Then what is that?”

Jungkook frowned. “Thanks,” was all he said to you before walking back to his car.

Taehyung fidgeted in the plastic chair in the interrogation room. He tried to calm himself down, knowing that his nerves would make him look guilty. He had no reason to be nervous. He didn’t do anything. But just this whole situation was incredibly nerve wracking. He had never been in a police station before and honestly never thought he would be, especially not as a murder suspect.

Whenever he shook his leg, the cheap plastic chair – seemingly salvaged from an old high school – creaked incessantly, so he stopped himself. Instead, he scratched at the patch of hair behind his ear, another nervous habit of his. It was all he could do to prevent him from actually ripping his hair out.

Sometimes he would still wake up in the middle of the night, expecting Jimin to be next to him. It had been more than a week, but Taehyung still couldn’t process the fact that he was gone. He read the report that Jin had shown him. It made him sick that someone would want to do that to Jimin. He regretted breaking up with Jimin, and it was a stupid decision on both their parts. Taehyung couldn’t help but think that maybe he would still be alive if they were still together.

Taehyung’s thoughts were interrupted as you, Jin, and Jungkook walked into the interrogation room.

“Good morning, Taehyung,” Jin greeted.

Taehyung simply nodded and avoided eye contact.

“We called you in here to ask you some questions about Jimin.”

Again, Taehyung nodded and stared at the empty table in front of him. “Ask away.”

Jin glanced at Jungkook briefly and turned back to Taehyung.. “Did Jimin have any enemies? Anyone who would want to hurt him?”

“No. Everyone loved Jimin.” Taehyung looked up at the detectives. “I thought this was the work of a serial killer. Why are you asking me about that?”

“We’re just trying to think of every possible scenario,” you assured him.

“Well, then no. He didn’t have any enemies. Like I said, everyone loved him.”

“Was he seeing anybody knew?” Jungkook asked.

“Not that I know of, and I’m pretty sure he would have told me if he was.”

“So you two remained close even after your breakup?”

“Yeah, we were still friends. I like to think that he still loved me, since I still loved him.”

Jungkook frowned. “If you still loved each other, why did you break up?”

And why did he sleep with me?

“We didn’t really have time to see each other. Jimin was always working, and I’m still in grad school, so our schedules never really worked out.”

“Jimin had been laid off from his job recently, right? Wouldn’t that allow you more time together?” You asked.

“I guess we were both too scared to ask the other if he wanted to get back together. So, we just kind of left it and remained friends.”

“Was there anywhere that Jimin frequented? Anywhere he liked to hang out, either with friends or alone?”

Taehyung furrowed his brows, thinking. “Uhhh. We used to go to that new club over in the Seaside district. What was it called…?” Taehyung looked up at the ceiling, trying to recall. “Ah! LightRoom. We used to go there for some drinks and dancing, even after we broke up. But I don’t think he’s ever gone alone.”

Was that the place I met Jimin?

Jungkook couldn’t remember the name of it, but it seemed right.

“LightRoom. Okay, we’ll look into it. I think that’s enough info for now,” Jin declared. “Thank you, Taehyung. Oh, and one last thing. May we take a DNA sample from you just in case we find something and need to rule you out?”

Taehyung opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it, choosing to nod instead.

Jin went out to get a DNA kit and swabbed the inside of Taehyung’s cheek.

When he was done, he said, “Taehyung, we’ll call you if we have further questions.”

Taehyung nodded and let himself out.

“Jungkook, Y/N, I want you to head over to LightRoom and ask the staff if they remember seeing Jimin that night, and if they remember if he was with anyone.”

“Yes, Jin,” you replied.

“We’ll take my car,” Jungkook stated.

“Sure, whatever.” You then followed him out of the room with a frown.

Once in the car, Jungkook started driving in the direction opposite of the Seaside district.

“So where are we really going?” You asked him.

“Back to my place for a fucking nap. We only got like what? Three or four hours of sleep last night?”

“I actually didn’t sleep,” you admitted.

He turned his head toward you. “What? Why?”

You shrugged. “Wasn’t feeling it. Eyes on the road,” you told him.

He returned his attention to the road. “What do you mean by it?”

“Sleepy. Wasn’t feeling sleepy.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Whatever, I’m gonna nap. You can do whatever you want. Just don’t fuck up my house.”

“No promises.”

Back at his house, Jungkook went straight to his room, closing the door behind him and flopping down on his bed. You wandered around his home, studying, observing. You had never been in his home before. As a matter of fact, you knew very little about his private life. But then again, it didn’t seem like he had much of a private life. His house was quite small and  free of decoration, aside from a couple of books, tv, gaming system, and a framed picture of what you assumed was a teenage Jungkook posing with his mother. Other than those few possessions, the place seemed quite impersonal. The walls were white, the shelves were white. His couch was a basic gray tweed sofa, with enough space for three people. He had a glass coffee table which looked like every other glass coffee table in existence.

You made your way into the kitchen rifling through his cupboards and cabinets, not finding much. A couple of bowls, some instant ramen, ground coffee. His fridge was empty aside from a half empty carton of eggs and some expired orange juice. He had a microwave, toaster, blender, and coffee maker, but the coffee maker seemed to be the only one he regularly used among the appliances.

You decided to make yourself a cup of coffee. You searched the kitchen for a mug, opening and closing the cupboard doors, only to find a few still in the dishwasher, unwashed. You sighed and loaded the dishwasher with detergent and turned it on.

All your commotion was making it difficult for Jungkook to fall asleep. After about 10 minutes of you banging around in his kitchen, he grew frustrated and got up, ready to march over to you and tell you to pipe the fuck down.

“Do you mi– What are you doing?” He asked, seeing you climbing on the counter to reach a bag of ground coffee on the top shelf of one of his cabinets. Darn you for being this short.

“I’m trying to make coffee. It’s the only thing that’s keeping me going right now.”

“Why don’t you just take a nap like I’m trying to.”

“Can’t. Too wired. You know that feeling where you’re too tired to fall asleep? Yeah, that’s me right now.” You finally got a hold of the bag and climbed off the counter.

“That’s bullshit,” Jungkook scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. Then his demeanor softened. “Come on. Come nap, relax. You can take my bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“I don’t think I could possibly relax right now,” you told him, fiddling with the coffee maker.

“Maybe I can help.” Jungkook smirked.

You turned around to face him and raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“What took you two so long?” Jin asked when you and Jungkook returned to the precinct.

You glanced at each other.

“We came up with nothing at the club,” you lied. “None of the workers recognized the photo we had of Jimin. There were some regulars there, so we asked them a few questions, see if they knew anything.”

“So did they?”

“No,” Jungkook answered. “But one of them wouldn’t stop talking. She wouldn’t shut up about how it’s so unsafe to go out these days and that people are getting murdered left and right and it doesn’t seem like the police are – ow!” you elbowed Jungkook to get him to stop talking “– really doing anything,” he finished quickly.

Jin raised an eyebrow. “Damn. Okay… Well, Hoseok wants to see us in the lab now, so we should head on down there.”

“Okay.” Jungkook nodded, relieved at the change in subject.

You and Jungkook then followed Jin downstairs to the lab.

“Hey, Hoseok,” you greeted him when the three of you entered the lab.

“Hey, Y/N, and Jungkook and Jin.” He was standing next to Jiah’s body, which lay on the metal work table covered by a white sheet.

“So what do you got for us?” Jin asked.

“Well, as you may know, this victim was killed with her own knife. As for the other three murders, the weapon was not found at the scene. However, the cuts are the same. Careful and precise. And this case in particular shows quite a resemblance to the Skyline murder. The heart shape that the killer carved into Jiah’s chest was done in the same way the wings were carved into Hyojin’s back. I think our little serial killer has struck again.”

“Okay, but is there anything useful?” Jungkook asked rather rudely.

Hoseok frowned at his tone. “There’s something I found that I still need to double check, but I just thought I’d update you before the day was through.”

“Thank you, Hoseok. Keep up the good work.” You smiled at him, which he returned.

The three of you turned to leave before Hoseok called out, “Jin? There’s something I need to talk to you about. If you could stay for just a moment longer?”

Jin looked at Hoseok questioningly and nodded. “You two can go back upstairs,” he said to you and Jungkook.

The two of you left, leaving Jin and Hoseok alone in the lab.

“So where’s your crew?” Jin asked him, noticing that the lab, usually bustling with all of his assistants running around, was now quiet and empty.

“I sent them on a break. A few of them were getting frustrated because we weren’t finding anything.”

“Ah.”

Hoseok stepped around the table to stand in front of Jin. “You’re probably wondering why I asked you to stay behind.”

“That did cross my mind, yes,” Jin chuckled.

Hoseok frowned. “We found traces of semen in the victim.”

Jin’s eyebrow quirked up. “Semen?”

“Yes.” Hoseok let out a sigh.

“Why do you look disappointed? Isn’t that a good thing? It means we have a suspect.”

“Yes, but…” Hoseok looked down at the his shoes, not knowing how to break the bad news to Jin.

Jin’s brows furrowed. “But what?”

“We ran the sample against the DNA in our system…”

“And…?”

“We might have to run it again just to be sure, because this system is old…”

Jin was getting fed up with Hoseok’s beating around the bush. “Hoseok, just say it.”

Hoseok looked up and made eye contact with Jin. “You’re not gonna like this.”

Jin strode down the hallway that led from the the elevators to the main room of the precinct.

“Jeon Jungkook!” he called out. “Jeon Jungkook, where the fuck are you?!”

Jungkook was over by the kitchenette, making himself his third cup of coffee of the day, when he saw Jin barreling towards him.

Shit.

Before Jungkook could brace himself for impact, Jin had a hand against his throat and pushed him against the wall.

“Jeon Jungkook,” he said in what Jungkook could only describe as a growl. “I swear to god…”

Jungkook gulped. Some of the officers in the precinct turned to see what the commotion was. All of their eyes on Jungkook made him immensely uncomfortable.

Fuck. He knows it was me. How could he know it was me?

“Hoseok is going to double check the semen sample he found inside of Jiah, but if it turns out it does belong to you I will fuck you up far worse than you did any of those poor victims.”

Shit. Semen? But I used a condom. I was so careful…

“I–I–uhh.” Jungkook didn’t know what to say. Should he confess right here? It was hard to breathe let alone speak with Jin’s hand still wrapped around his throat, pinning him against the wall. The room began to spin and he felt light headed as his brain tried to come up with a suitable reaction.

Seeing the fear in Jungkook’s eyes and noticing his inability to breathe, Jin huffed and lifted his hand off Jungkook’s windpipe. Jungkook took in a sharp gasp of air.

After regaining his composure, Jin spoke again. “Until we have definitive results from Hoseok, I think you should take a leave of absence.”

“Jin,” Jungkook started, but he didn’t know how to follow up. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say to him. Should he deny? Confess? Accept? What?

Jin sighed. “Just go. Sorry for causing a scene. I’ll call you if there’s anything new. But until further notice, I’m taking you off this case.”

You stood back, watching all of this unfold. It infuriated you, seeing Jungkook just stand there, not saying anything. “Jin,” you asserted, stepping forward. “You said it yourself that Hoseok still has to double check that it actually was Jungkook. You didn’t even let him defend himself. And now you’re sending him home? Like he actually did commit all those murders? What happened to innocent until proven guilty?”

“Y/N, Hoseok said–”

“Look, I don’t know what Hoseok said, but I know what the law says and you can’t send him home over something that has not been proven.”

Jin gaped at you. He knew you were right. This was just the first piece of evidence they had found on any of the victims that pointed toward a culprit and he didn’t care just how absurd and improbable it sounded, because it was something. He finally had someone to blame, even if it seemed improbable.

“Fine, Jeon,” Jin resigned. “You can stay. But if Hoseok is right about the sample and about you, I will show no mercy.”

“I understand, sir,” Jungkook replied weakly.

Once Jin walked away and the other officers returned to their work, you stepped toward Jungkook and pulled him into an interrogation room so no one would hear you. “I’ll cover for you,” you told him. “I’ll be your alibi for that night, and all the other nights if you need it.”

“What?!” Jungkook exclaimed, stepping out of your grasp.

“I can go downstairs and distract Hoseok while you sneak into the lab and alter the data.”

“Y/N…”

“What?”

“Are you fucking crazy?” He blurted out.

You crossed your arms. “Well, how else do you expect to get out of this?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Prison?”

“Hell no. I won’t let you.”

“But if you lie for me, and they find out, it’s not just me going to jail. You will too for aiding and abetting.”

“Maybe so, but we go together or we don’t go down at all”

“Why would you help me? Y/N, do you like me or something?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. What is this? High school? ‘Do you like me or something?’” You mocked. “You think because I’m trying to do something for you, there are feelings behind it? I’m doing this for me, for my benefit, and for the benefit of the City, because we both know this precinct will go to shit if you were found guilty. I would be out of a job and the whole city will be left defenseless.”

Jungkook frowned. “Now you're just being dramatic.”

“Really? Let’s play it out in your head, Jungkook. Let’s say one day you fuck up. You leave behind something that points toward you. Oh look! That day is today! You’re questioned, you get sent to trial, you’re found guilty, you go to prison for the rest of your life. What happens to us? Well first, the media will attack us, asking us how we could let one of our own get away with four whole murders before he was caught. Then they’d speculate. Were we in on it? Were we working with you? We’d have to go on trial, too. Even if we’re not found guilty, there will always be those people who think we are. People who think we lied and used our status to get out of indictment.”

Jungkook was about to say something but you didn’t let him.

“Jungkook, there’s a reason why there are only three detectives in the City. No one wants to see the shit that we see. And no one’s gonna want to step up to fill your place. And we both know that Jin is incompetent.”

Jungkook opened his mouth to protest, but again you stopped him.

“The guy nearly vomits at a crime scene! Like what kind of detective does that? It doesn’t matter how gruesome it is, we have to be able to handle it. And then that just leaves me. You think I can do everything on my own? Actually, honestly maybe I can. But do I want to? Hell no.” You take in a deep breath to calm yourself, which Jungkook feels is the first breath you’ve taken since you started ranting. “Anyway,” you continue, “now do you see? Now do you understand why I’m doing this?” You sighed. “How could you even let this happen?” You asked. “First the hair and now this?”

Jungkook was getting frustrated at all your attacks. “I–I don’t know!” He stuttered. “I wasn’t expecting it to happen last night. I didn’t even know I was going to be having sex so all I had was the emergency condom I keep in my wallet.”

“Are you stupid? You know condoms expire! And keeping them in your wallet can cause them to tear!”

“It wasn’t that old! Plus I told myself that it was just going to be a regular hookup! No drinking, no murder!”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “And how well did that plan go, hm?”

“I–I–”

You groaned. “Maybe you deserve to be locked up.”

“Hey! I made it this far without getting caught. Don’t you think that’s something?” Jungkook pulled a tissue out of his pocket and unfolded it. Inside lay a strand of hair. “I did manage to get this for a little insurance,” he said, picking it up off the tissue and showing it to you.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Taehyung left it behind,” he explained.

You nodded your head in understanding. “So are we going to do this, or what?”

After your whole speech, Jungkook felt like he really didn’t have a choice. He sighed in resignation and led you out of the interrogation room.

You stepped out of the elevator and into the lab having unbuttoned the top three buttons of your work shirt. You took your hair out of its ponytail and gave it a zhoosh before walking over to Hoseok.

“Hey, Hobi,” you smiled at him flirtatiously. “Can I ask you a favor?” You looked around to see if his assistants were around, but it appeared that they were still out.

“Hey, Y/N. Sure, what’s up?” He asked with a warm smile, stepping away from his computer toward you.

“May I see Jimin’s body? There are some things I need for the report.”

“I already emailed you all my data on Jimin.”

“I know but, I just want to double check.”

“Oh, okay, sure.”

Hoseok led you away from the lab and into the morgue. He grasped the metal handle to one of the metal drawers on the wall and pulled, revealing Jimin inside. He removed the sheet that covered Jimin’s body and stepped aside, allowing you to look at whatever you needed.  He started to turn around to go back to the lab, and in the second that he faced away, you dropped the strand of Taehyung’s hair into Jimin’s gaping wound. As Hoseok stepped toward the door, you stopped him.

“Wait, what’s this?” You leaned closer, pretending to get a better look.

Hoseok approached the body. “What?”

“Can you hand me the tweezers over there?” You pointed toward the tray on the far side of the morgue away from the door.

Hoseok went to fetch it and brought it to you. You used them to pluck the hair off of the body.

“It’s a hair,” you stated.

“Wh– How did I miss that?” Hoseok stared at it incredulously.

You shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Give it to me and I’ll run it in the system,” Hoseok told you.

As you were handing Hoseok the strand of hair, you fumbled, dropping it and the tweezers onto the floor to buy you some time.

“Oh my god! Clumsy me!” You exclaimed.

“Y/N, are you okay? You seem a bit... off right now.”

“Yeah! Totally fine! Haven’t slept in over 48 hours but I’m totally fine!” You laughed.

“Oh. Oh my, Y/N. Hopefully, with the evidence that I’m still waiting on, we can wrap up this case soon and you can get some rest.”

“Please. I want nothing more.”

Hoseok smiled and nodded at you before turning toward the door.

“Wait!” You called out to him again. “Maybe… when this case is done…” You draw out your sentence, hoping to stall him for longer. “Maybe you and I could go out for a drink? Just the two of us?” You smiled at him hopefully.

“I would love to, Y/N, but I’m married,” Hoseok replied.

“Oh.” You frowned. “I never see you wear a ring,” you pointed out.

“I never wear it to work,” he explained. “I can’t be accidentally losing it inside a body or something like that.”

You chuckled. “Oh, that’s true. Never mind, then. Forget I asked.”

“I mean we could still go as friends. But from the way you asked me, I felt you wanted it to be more.”

“You’re right. But that’s fine. Anyway, I should head back to work.” You gave him a smile before leaving, hoping you gave Jungkook enough time to do whatever he needed to do.

Jungkook waited about five minutes after you left to head down to the lab. Relief washed over him when he stepped out of the elevator to find that the lab was empty of all personnel. He headed straight for Hoseok’s computer, searching to see if the results from his semen sample came back yet. Thankfully Hoseok was so distracted by your presence that he left his computer unlocked. The program was at 92% completion at that time, and Jungkook hoped it finished before you and Hoseok returned from the morgue. He waited, watching the loading bar inch closer to 100% at an agonizing pace. He stared at it intently, willing it to hurry up.

He was broken from his focus by a loud clang, which caused him to jump. “Oh my god! Clumsy me!” He heard you exclaim from the other room. He tongued his cheek and cocked his head to the side.

Y/N, you need to chill. You’re overdoing it just a bit.

He stared back at the monitor. 96%.

Come on, come on.

97%...

98%...

99%...

100%!

Fuck, finally.

MATCH FOUND: JEON JUNGKOOK, 1997/09/01, CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT

Jungkook quickly deleted the data and entered his own.

ERROR: NO MATCH FOUND

When he was done, Jungkook bolted out of there, not wanting to risk getting caught when Hoseok returned.

Taehyung sat again in that same plastic chair in the same interrogation room, feeling every bit as anxious as yesterday. He had no idea why he was called in again. He hoped it was because they found new information on Jimin’s killer, but the way Jin spoke to him on the phone, it sounded like he was in trouble.

He couldn’t stop his leg from shaking, which resulted in the chair’s incessant creaking that drove him crazy, only adding onto his nerves. The minutes seemed like days as he waited for someone to come in and tell him what was going on.

However, he was completely caught off guard when Jin entered the room, startling him and causing him to nearly fly out of his seat.

“Good morning, Taehyung,” Jin said, although the deadpan in his voice suggested that it most certainly was not a good morning.

“Hi, why am I here?” Taehyung blurted out, wanting to cut to the chase.

“We are here because we found some evidence that could lead to a suspect,” Jin explained.

Taehyung let out a sigh, relieved that the police were one step closer to finding Jimin’s killer.

“Well, do you have a suspect? Who is it?” Taehyung inquired. He stared at his hands which lay in front of him on the table.

“It’s you.”

His heart stopped. “Me?!?” His eyes shot up, looking at Jin for the first time after refusing to make eye contact up until now.

“Yes, you. After a closer examination of Jimin’s body, we found a hair on it that belongs to you.” Jin pulled out the chair and sat down across the table from Taehyung, facing him. “Can you explain to me how your hair got on the victim?”

The victim. Jin said it like he wasn’t even a real person, like Jimin was a thing, an object.

“Please don’t talk about him like that,” Taehyung mumbled.

“Huh?”

“His name was– is– Jimin. Please call him that.”

“Alright. Can you explain to me how your hair got onto Jimin,” Jin corrected.

“I can’t.” Taehyung grimaced. “I already told you, I was at the vet taking care of my dog that night. At that point I hadn’t seen Jimin in a few days, since I thought he would need some space to cope with getting laid off. I don’t know how my hair would have gotten onto him.”

“I see,” Jin said, contemplating.

“Honestly, I find it offensive that you think I would do such a thing to Jimin. What kind of sick person would want to hurt him like that? I just don’t understand what would drive someone to do something like that.”

“I understand, Taehyung. That’s what we’re trying to figure out ourselves. Your alibi checks out, but we just don’t see how your hair could have ended up on the victi– I mean– Jimin. It makes no sense unless someone planted it, but that would mean it had to be someone… within… the precinct.” Taehyung noticed Jin’s faraway expression as Jin remembered what Hoseok told him yesterday about the semen sample possibly being Jungkook’s.

“What is it?” Taehyung asked.

Jin shook his head dismissively. “Nothing.” He then pushed back his chair and stood up. “Thank you for coming down here on such short notice. I apologize for you having to come all the way down here for such a brief meeting.”

“It’s okay. Anything to help find out what happened to Jimin.”

Jin nodded. “We’ll be in touch if anything new arises. Again, I apologize.”

He then walked out without another word, and Taehyung was left confused by his sudden departure. What did he say? Something about someone within the precinct?

“Hoseok!” Jin called out as he exited the elevator. “Hoseok, are you here?” He surveyed the lab to find Hoseok behind a shelf of case files.

Hoseok made his way over to Jin. “Good morning,” he greeted with his usual warm smile.

“The results. Of the semen sample. Have you gotten them back yet?”

Hoseok sighed. “Yes.”

“And?”

“Unfortunately, there was no match found.”

“What?!”

“The DNA didn’t match anyone in our system,” Hoseok explained. “And we have nearly all of the City’s data in there, so it must be someone who isn’t from here.”

“So are you saying that Jiah was not a victim of the serial killer?”

“I didn’t say that. I still think she is. What I’m saying is that the serial killer most likely does not live in the City.”

Jin clenched his fist. “That makes no sense! Why would someone travel all the way here to kill people? Why can’t they go plague their own city? Why do they have to tarnish my beloved town?”

“I don’t know, Jin,” Hoseok replied, disappointed that he couldn’t give Jin an answer.

“So for sure it doesn’t match Jungkook?”

“The DNA does not match Jungkook’s,” he reiterated.

“Are there security cameras down here?” Jin asked, seemingly changing the subject abruptly.

“No, it wasn’t in the City’s budget, so there aren’t any cameras below the main floor. Why do you ask?”

“Do you think someone could have tampered with the evidence?”

“What, you think Jungkook…?”

“Yes.”

“No. I’ve been here all day, everyday since the Ambrosia murder, and I lock everything securely at night. Only I have the key to this place, so it’s not possible for anyone to get down here without my knowledge.”

“But this doesn’t make sense!” Jin exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. “You’ve always been very thorough with your autopsies. There’s no way you could have missed Taehyung’s hair. Someone must have planted it!”

“Well, Y/N was the one who found it. Do you think it was her?”

“Hoseok, do you think she is capable of producing semen.”

“Good point.”

Just then, a rookie police officer stepped out of the elevator. “Jin, we need you upstairs immediately.”

“What is it?”

“Someone confessed to the serial killings.”

Jin and Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“What?!”

“He’s in the interrogation room right now.”

Jin stared at the man in front of him, still shocked that, after months of dead ends and zero leads, someone was actually confessing.

“So… You killed Min Yoongi, Kang Hyojin, Park Jimin, and Jeon Jiah?”

The man leaned back in his chair. “Yup,” he answered with irritating nonchalance. “It was me. The one, the only, Kim Namjoon.”

“Okay, but why?” Jin asked, still confused. He was so sure it was Jungkook, yet here this man was, confessing to every single one of the murders, even with no evidence pointing toward him.

“It’s fun. I enjoy it. Seeing all the blood gush from their veins as the life leaves their bodies. It’s beautiful, almost romantic.”

The way he said it made Jin’s skin crawl.

You scoffed, seeing right through Namjoon’s lie. “So that’s it? Are we really going to just accept that?” You asked.

“Y/N, it’s a confession. There’s not much we can do about it, especially when there’s no evidence that points toward a real suspect.”

When Jin said that last part, his eyes flicked over to where Jungkook silently stood in the corner, seemingly staring into his soul.

Jungkook squirmed under the weight of his gaze.

I know he knows it was me. But he can’t prove it was me.

You roll your eyes. “Fine then, let’s get out of here and fill out all the paperwork we need for his arrest.”

Jin nodded and followed you out of the interrogation room. Jungkook remained behind.

He walked over the the table and circled it, studying Namjoon. “Why did you do it?” Jungkook asked him.

“I already explained why. I enjoy it.”

“No, I mean, why did you lie? You and I both know you didn’t kill them. So why say you did?”

“Why, for the fame of course. This serial killer is the talk of the country if you haven’t noticed. And I crave attention.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“So what if it is?” Namjoon narrowed his eyes. “How are you so sure I didn’t do it?”

Jungkook shot him a warning look.

“Nooo,” Namjoon breathed. “You? The detective? The City’s most praised detective is this country’s most notorious serial killer? Well I’ll be damned.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, but you do. I can see it in your eyes, Detective Jeon. I can see the hunger, the bloodlust behind those dark irises. You’re not fooling me, Jeon. Hell, I’m surprised you’re fooling anyone. Seriously, no one else knows?”

Jungkook glanced out the glass paneled door to where you stood, talking about something with Jin.

“No, her? She knows?” A sinister grin spread across his lips. “You’re not fucking her are you?”

Jungkook shifted on his feet, which Namjoon noticed.

“You are! And you haven’t tried to kill her yet? That’s a dangerous game you’re playing, Kookie. It’s only a matter of time before you lose control. Such a sad, twisted love story.”

“It’s not a love story. We don’t love each other,” Jungkook corrected.

“Why would she lie for you, then? If not for love.”

“For ourselves.”

“Ah yes, yourselves. Humans are selfish creatures. That would only make sense.” Namjoon sneered.

Just then, through the glass in the door, Jungkook and Namjoon saw six police officers enter the precinct in uniform, here to haul Namjoon away.

“It looks like my time with you is up.” Namjoon feigned disappointment in his voice. “Maybe I’ll see you again soon. Have fun with your game, Jungkook.”

At that moment, the six officers stormed into the interrogation room, placing Namjoon in handcuffs and whisking him away.

Weeks passed and Namjoon underwent trial and indictment. The judge sentenced him to life in prison, which Namjoon seemed happy about. He held his head high and smiled proudly for the news reporters as he exited the courthouse, being escorted in handcuffs to an armored vehicle which would take him to his new permanent home.

Jungkook felt like he could finally breathe. With someone else behind bars, he felt like the suspicion was no longer on him, aside from the occasional sidelong glances from Jin that suggested he still thought Jungkook was guilty.

However, even with Namjoon behind bars, and even when Jungkook decided that he would take a break from the murders for a while, Jin still couldn’t let it go. Something in the back of his mind was still telling him that Jungkook was guilty. Sure, there hasn’t been a murder since Namjoon was locked up, but something still didn’t seem right. Why was that hair found on Jimin after Hoseok did the autopsy? Why did the semen sample not have a match after previously matching to Jungkook? Why were there so many things that just didn’t make sense?

On a slow day, he decided to pull Jungkook aside for some questioning. Not a formal investigation, but more of a boss-to-employee kind of talk.

“Hey,” Jin started, walking up next to you and Jungkook as you sipped your coffees in the kitchen. “What are you two up to?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Just waiting for a case to come in. Things have been slow ever since we put that serial killer behind bars.”

“Yeah,” you added. “Not much to do aside from the occasional missing child cases that just turn out to be some kid who decided to skip school for a day.” You pursed your lips and stared at your coffee.

“Jungkook, may I ask you some things in private?”

“All due respect, sir, but whatever you ask me you can ask in front of Y/N.”

Jin sighed. “Fine, but do you remember a few weeks ago when Hoseok found semen inside of one of the victims, and when he ran it, it matched you?”

“I thought that he ran it again and came up with nothing,” Jungkook pointed out.

“Right… It was a fluke.” Jin didn’t sound convinced. “But I just have to ask…” He hesitated, to which Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Where were you on the night of Jiah’s murder?”

Jungkook slowly turned his head and locked eyes with you. After holding your gaze for a brief moment, he looked back at Jin and cleared his throat. “I was with Y/N.”

“Wow, way to expose me like that,” you grumbled and swatted his arm.

Jungkook winced and rubbed the spot you hit.

“Is that true?” Jin asked you.

You sighed. “Yes, I was with him that night,” you answered.

“So are you two, like… dating?”

“That’s really none of your business, Jin,” you quipped.

Jin grimaced. “I know, I was just curious.”

“I was with her for the rest of the murders, too, if you were curious.” He saw Jin squirm. “And if you’re still not satisfied, I have a camera installed in my driveway. If you go to the night that Jiah was murdered, you’ll see Y/N dropping me off at home.”

“Alright, alright. You don’t have to get so defensive. I’m a detective for god’s sake! It’s my job to ask questions!”

“That’s understandable,” Jungkook replied. “But considering I’ve been wrongly accused before, I felt like I needed to defend myself. Also, I think Y/N’s constant bad mood is starting to rub off on me.”

“Hey! I’m not in a bad mood! I’m just annoyed to be constantly surrounded by men every hour of everyday.”

Jungkook looked at Jin and shook his head, a gesture that said, “Don’t listen to her, she’s just being dramatic.”

Jin let out a nervous laugh. “Well, I best be going. Lots of case files to input into the system.” He nodded curtly before leaving, not wanting to get tangled in a quarrel between you and Jungkook.

Once he was gone, Jungkook turned toward you with an annoyed expression. “What was that all about?”

“What?” You asked, furrowing your brows in genuine confusion.

“You said you would be my alibi and then got all snappy when I said you were,” Jungkook answered.

You shrugged. “Just trying to make it more believable. You think I would just let you rat me out to our boss like that?”

“No, I guess not.”

Almost getting caught really put Jungkook on edge. Even months later, he still refrained from killing. He was okay with it for the most part. But, he missed going out and searching for victims. He missed the thrill of the chase and finally getting to fulfill his desires.

He didn’t particularly miss the sex though. Now, he had you to satiate him.

But the blood… The murder… Watching as the life left people’s bodies. That was a lust that couldn’t be sated by you.

“Everything alright, Jungkook?” You asked, noticing the vacant look in his eyes as you straddled him on your bed.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine.” He leaned forward to plant kisses on your neck.

You craned your neck back, giving him a better angle. “You want to be on top?”

Without answering he grabbed onto your waist and threw you onto the mattress, knocking the wind out of you.

As you tried to catch your breath, he continued kissing your neck. He started at your jaw, then moved down to your throat, pressing his lips softly against your skin until he reached the large vein that carried your pulse. He paused, able to feel it beating erratically beneath your skin.

That’s a dangerous game you’re playing, Kookie. It’s only a matter of time before you lose control.

He could hear Namjoon’s voice so clearly in his head, saying the words Jungkook had been trying so hard to block out over the last few months. He had been successful for a while, but now, all he could think about was that vein in your neck, all the blood rushing through it, circulating throughout the rest of your body, and how satisfying it would be to just slice it open, letting all of that rich, red blood spill free.

You noticed that you’d lost him again. “Jungkook, what’s wrong?” You searched his face for an answer.

“I’m sorry, I can't do this,” Jungkook said, pulling away from you abruptly.

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head to the side.

“I think I need to turn myself in.”

“What? Why?” You sat up and watched him as he threw on his jacket and shoes. “Where are you going?”

“To the police station.”

“Right now? After all I did to save your ass, you’re going to turn yourself in?”

“Y/N, I have to. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me not to kill you right now?”

“What? But you’re not even drunk!”

“I know… But lately… Ever since I stopped with the drunk murders…” He had trouble wording his thoughts. “I’ve been wanting them sober as well. It’s been too long. I need something.”

“Something…” You repeat, not satisfied with his vague answer.

“I can’t explain it! All I know is that right now, all I can focus on is the vein in your neck, and how much I want to cut it open and watch you bleed. I don’t have to be drunk to want to kill you anymore. And I’m scared that one day I will.”

“I don’t know, maybe murdering me wouldn’t be so bad.”

“This isn’t a time for jokes, Y/N.”

You sighed. “If you do turn yourself in, what happens to me? You used me as your alibi. If you go to jail, so do I.”

“I’ll think of something. Do you trust me?”

“No.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to.”

Without another word he turned around and walked out. Soon, he was gone.

Jungkook stormed into the precinct around midnight. Some police officers were still there, waiting for emergency calls, others were patrolling the streets for crime. Jin was nowhere in sight, probably gone home at this hour.

“Where’s Jin?” He yelled when he barged in.

“Jin went home a couple of hours ago,” one of the senior officers answered. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yes, Officer Bang. Please call Jin and tell him to get his ass down here.”

Jin arrived at the station confused. Officer Bang had called him to tell him to come to the station without any further explanation other than the fact that it was urgent.

“What the hell is going on that you had to call me at midnight and tell me to come down here with no explana–” He stopped when he saw Jungkook. “Jungkook, what are you doing here?”

“Jin, may I speak to you privately?”

Jin opened his mouth to reply, but instead closed it and nodded. He then led Jungkook out of the main room and into one of the interrogation rooms.

“What’s up, Jungkook?” Jin asked as Jungkook closed the door behind him.

He knew that if he pondered on it longer, he might change his mind. So without hesitation he blurted out, “I did it.”

Jin leaned against the table, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. “Did what?”

“I killed Min Yoongi, Kang Hyojin, Park Jimin, and Jeon Jiah. It was me, not Namjoon.”

Jin gaped at Jungkook, not knowing how to respond. He always had a feeling it was Jungkook, and awaited the day he confessed, but now that he had, he couldn’t quite process it.

“You…?”

Jungkook took a deep breath. “Yes, me.”

“Why now?” Jin stood up straight and scrutinized with the detective.

“What?” He squirmed under the intensity of his boss’ stare.

Jin narrowed his eyes. “Why are you confessing now? After months? After an innocent man went to prison?”

“You make it sound like he was falsely accused. He turned himself in, he wanted to be arrested.”

Jin tongued his cheek, trying to decide what to do next. “So you really did it? You’re really confessing?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, that brings me back to my previous question: Why now?”

“For a long time, I wanted to stop with the killing, but I just couldn’t bring myself to. Not until a few months ago when I was almost caught. Then I was able to hold myself back, but lately I’ve been… I’m worried I’ll do it again.”

Jin nodded solemnly. “You know, I have no choice but to arrest you.”

“I know,” Jungkook casted his gaze down toward the ground.

“And, we’re going to have to hold you in the station’s cell until we can get a court date.”

“I’m a detective, Jin. I know how things work around here.”

Again, Jin nodded, his lips pressed into a straight line. “Just making sure you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Do I really have a choice at this point?”

“No, I suppose not.”

For the first time in his life, Jin was not happy that he was right.

Jungkook sat in the hard wooden chair in the courtroom, listening to the prosecutor drone on and on about his case. It was immensely uncomfortable, both on his ass and his back, and no matter which way he shifted, he experienced no relief. The fact that his hands were chained together didn’t help with his discomfort either. He spent most of the time zoning out and the rest of the time answering questions.

“Regarding the murder of Jeon Jiah, semen was found inside the victim, but no matches were found in the system. Are you saying that it was yours?” The prosecutor asked him.

“Yes,” Jungkook answered. “The reason there was no match was because I snuck into the lab and altered the results.”

“And what about your alibi? You said you were with Y/N for the night of that murder, as well as the others. Did she know about this and cover for you?”

He looked over to where you sat in the audience. “No, Y/N didn’t lie. She didn’t know about the murders. I always met up with her afterward, within the possible time of death timeframe, but I didn’t tell her where I was or what I did before. I used her as my alibi, but she didn’t know.”

“Mhm. And with Park Jimin, did you tamper with the evidence and plant Kim Taehyung’s hair on the body.”

Jungkook nodded. “Yes.”

The prosecutor nodded. “That will be all, your honor.” He bowed to the judge and took his seat.

“Do you, Jeon Jungkook, plead guilty to the murder of Min Yoongi on June 13th, 2020, Kang Hyojin on March 2nd, 2021, Park Jimin on July 8th, 2021, and Jeon Jiah on July 15th, 2021?” The judge asked.

“Yes, I, Jeon Jungkook, plead guilty to all of those murders,” Jungkook announced.

“I hereby sentence you to 85 years to life in prison, without bail and no opportunity for parole.”

Jungkook looked down at his chained wrists and nodded.

It’s what’s right. It’s what I deserve.

“Kim Namjoon shall be released in the next 24 hours, and I request that he undergoes a psychiatric evaluation. That will be all for today. Case closed.” The judge banged his gavel onto the sound block, signalling the end of the trial.

You followed close behind as the police officers escorted Jungkook out of the courtroom, aggressively pushing past the sea of news reporters shoving their camera in Jungkook’s downcasted face. You watched them shoving and yelling, trying to push their way to the front of the crowd to get the best photo of the City’s notorious serial killer. The real one this time. You lingered at the scene, a few feet away, as Jungkook was led into an armored van that belonged to the local penitentiary. He turned back before entering the vehicle, and gave you a reassuring smile, which was undoubtedly forced. You didn’t smile back, and when he saw that, you were met with a frown. You continued to watch as the van drove away, disappearing down the street, taking Jungkook away forever.

You never visited him, and he never called you. To this day you don’t even know if he’s still alive, or if he was killed in a prison fight or poisoned by some corrupt guard. Although, as famous as he became, you would assume it would be on the news if he passed.

Kim Namjoon was released within 24 hours of the trial, per the judge’s orders, and underwent a psychiatric evaluation. You don’t know what became of him after that, and honestly, you don’t care.

Thankfully, the commotion you had so feared, the very thing that drove you to lie for Jungkook’s sake, did not happen. There were no accusations of conspiracy within the precinct. The media and the citizens left you and Jin alone, without so much as a single whisper of corruption. But still, you left the precinct, unable to tolerate working with Kim Seokjin by yourself, and opened your own private detective agency. You were finally at peace, and hoped that all of your lies wouldn’t catch up to you one day.

Read about the Skyline Case here.

[praphit]

UnKempt Gems: Rant or Review? Fight or Cuddle?

For a while, everything has felt wrong. Everything still kinda feels wrong, but we’re moving more towards normalization now. Kinda like a stanky smell in the room that people notice when they first encounter it, but after being around it for a while, they don’t notice it anymore. But, things are still very wrong. 

And people are on edge!  - as well they should be.

Every gesture, every word, every post, someone can find a reason to say that your attention towards what's going on in our country right now is insufficient and or offensive:

For every inspirational word, there are people who want to stay angry and aren't ready for that type of talk (which is valid). For every negative word towards the police and their life time of brutality, there are cops or families and friends of cops who are up in their feelings about it. 

For any post that is humorous  (not about life destroyed, of course) there are people who will want to dictate when you're allowed to laugh again. 

One must be careful of any post not in tune with certain sensibilities to what's going on right now, because people are quick to call you tone deaf. So, keep the posts concerning your cute kids, your less than bright pets (or vice versa), and your weight loss selfies to a minimum.

For every word about other serious stuff (like COVID-19), people don't want to pay attention (if only the crappiness of life only hit us in one area at a time) For any post about what you're doing to help the cause (BLM), people will say that you're not doing enough (and maybe they’re right).

If you say nothing, people will judge you. Even when we were posting black boxes, people were still divided on THAT. 

Remember that scene in "The Dark Knight", when the Joker set Gotham up? 

(if you haven't seen this movie by now, put it on the quarantine binge list):

The Joker caused chaos in Gotham City (though honestly, that city was already chaotic). Part of his plan within this chaos was to play a game with two boats full of people - both boats had explosives on them. Each boat had a detonator. Each detonator went with the bombs on the opposite boat. Decisions had to be made, and if the people on the boats didn't decide which boat of the two would blow up, the Joker would step in and make things horrible for everyone.

It feels like that right now... TENSE. Everyone seems to be part of a group, you're trying to survive, you're hoping that other groups don't do something terrible, and hoping that you won't have to do something terrible, but times are crazy (#apocalypse2020).

You've got people who want to defund the police. You've got the police doubling down, as if they're the victims here. You've still got people peacefully protesting. You had secret groups causing all kinds of trouble (which we've oddly not done much about). You've got people just trying to work - not everyone in Gotham City was part of the chaos; some people were just trying to get through their shift. You've got people taking matters into their own hands. And with all of this, we've got a "leader" who only has three moves (like an old school fighting video game) - lying, dividing, and bullying. Feels like we have to pick a team, and just hope that it works out for us. Idk.

You've got people hiding under their beds, hoping that if they wait it out long enough, it'll all blow over and get back to normal. I hate to burst your comfort bubble, but "normal" has been gone and dead for a while now; there's no going back to that.

For black people, we've been in this fight forever. For us, it comes down to whether or not we want to believe that this current installment of the movement will be any different.

For white people.... well, I've seen some white people who look at me with MORE distain now (their true colors are evident) But, other white people have been extra nice to me... it’s awkward, but I appreciate the sentiment.

Meanwhile, other white people are doing stuff like this - 

.A group of random white actors apologizing to all black people - say that sentence out loud... it doesn’t even sound right.

I still haven't been able to get through it; it's too cringe-worthy. I couldn’t even bring myself to add a link (but it’s still online, if you’re up for the challenge). Celebs, hear me, don’t make anymore videos until we’re done with the quarantine. It's not so much tone deaf as it is useless. It only serves their own guilt. Sarah Paulson is up there with her serious glasses on. Jesse Pinkman blubbering throughout the vid, looks like he’s is up there praying for us. And some of them said some things that made me think “What the hell did you actual do? Are some of these criminal confessions?” - Just totally useless. 

Imagine if we were still riding on the METOO movement, and a bunch of random men put out a vid:

"I'm sorry for every time I went to reach for a bag of chips, and brushed up against your butt, and said it was an accident... it wasn't."

"I'm sorry for every time I laughed at demeaning, sexual jokes at your expense... they WERE kinda funny though."

"I'm sorry that every day, at work, I stared at your chest. You'd catch me. I'd apologize, you'd walk away, and then I'd stare at your butt."

"I'm sorry for all of the unsolicited pics of my junk that I sent you during our first and last date; for calling you derogatory names once you declined my advances. Getting drunk the next night, when I would send you more junk pics, and ask you out again."

“I’m sorry for not taking my young daughter to see Wonder Woman in the theatres. I wasn’t in the mood for a comedy about a woman saving the world. My bad.”

"We hear you. We believe you NOW. You matter. So... we're good right?"

We don't need to make announcements about the changes that we're making. Or how “woke” we want others to believe we are now. If you’re going to change, just change.

And then there's this guy...

I... I just can't...

Of course there's what's happening with other races and cultures, and other life stuff (did I mention COVID-19? I have a feeling it's getting jealous, and that's not good for us).

Oh, and did y’all hear about Officer Karen?  (here’s the link)

Pretty much, she had to do some waiting for an Egg McMuffin, and after all of the waiting, she didn’t get it (the food... but also, you know... IT), and then she cried because of all of the anxiety and tension that she has had to endure recently, due to all of the protests. When criticized she replied that people were missing the point.

I’m not heartless. Normally, a person breaking down like that would be my kryptonite. But, in this case, there is some funny behind those tears.

Let’s see - feeling anxious, threatened, forced to be patient when you deserve better treatment (and leaving unfulfilled), crying, ridiculed, and when you voice your perspective people shout you down, while you feel like people are missing the point - hmmm.

Plus, cops are supposed to be bad ass and dangerous! Keeping us safe from all of the scary people out there. How am I supposed to have confidence in you and your badassery, once you post a vid of yourself crying over some McDonald’s?

 It’s gonna be aiight, Karen. I’m sure someone will solve the case for you. But, in the meantime, pull yourself together.

I (not unlike our friend Karen) was emotionally drained, so I watched

 "Uncut Gems"

I had actually written a complete review, but... you know... I did this instead:)

This movie, "Uncut Gems" is about a degenerate gambling jeweler named Howard (played by Adam Sandler). Howard is a hot mess. Howard's professional life is a hot mess. Howard's family life is a hot mess. Howard's hot mistress (yep, MISTRESS) is a hot mess. You get the idea; that's the whole movie. I look at jewelers totally different now; I've stereotyped them all. That's how you do it, right? Here's a person who's different than me. I'm not going to ask many questions. I'm just going to assume things about him, as well as assume that all of his people are the same way All jewelers are high-risk-gambling degenerates.

Gambling is a vice that I've never quite understood. An addiction to ice cream makes total sense. An addiction to my lovableness is completely understandable. 

I guess I've never had the money or the patience to be a degenerate gambler. Every now and then, I'll venture to the casinos, but once I lose for the first time, I'm ready to go. I'm a starving artist. You don't hear about too many artists struggling with gambling. Drugs and alcohol, baby! Those are vices that I can respect!

This is the most stressful movie that I've ever watched. It didn't even feel like a movie. It was like following the IG stories of the most stressed out person that you know. Considering the stress that's already in the world right now, this was the WORST movie decision I could have possibly made. It IS technically a good movie, but I can't say that I enjoyed it.

Grade: a very stressful B

Kevin Garnett is in this movie. 

He was my favorite basketball player before he retired. He played for the Boston Celtics. Pretty good in this movie... though playing himself. 

Boston is notorious for its racism. The realm of sports has amplified this fact in the past. But, KG has stated that he didn't experience much of that, BUT he was also an amazing player, who was a big part of a championship team.

Food for thought: 

Imagine if he had stunk up the joint. He could have very well have just been a tall black man, who stunk up the joint in a racist town. In this rare case, we have KG here who had lessened experiences of Boston’s racism, but he had to be exceptional in that particular industry for that to be a possibility. We can’t all be KG. 

In the beginning of the movie, a question is asked to Howard by his hot mistress - "Do you want to fight or cuddle?"

I didn't know that cuddling was an option.

All I want to do right now is fight. (Side note: White people, you're going to have to be ok with the black people in your life that are more hostile right now than you're used to) 

Someone recently asked me if I'm ok - not because of the racial tensions on the incline, but because they're not used to me being this unsettled... it makes them uncomfortable. 

We've gotta hold on, and keep fighting. 

(btw #justiceforbreonnataylor)

But, there are also times when you have to take flight. Not, run, necessarily, but regroup and think things through. Try fighting fire with water instead of more fire.

(former Atlanta police chief listening to protesters) 

I'm trying to think of any times when one should choose the cuddle option.

Though I suppose, if I had that same hot mistress that Howard had, I'd choose to cuddle as well. You gotta take care of your mistresses.

Though if your hot mistress is TOO hot, she’ll eventually end up cheating on you with The Weeknd

I don't think it would work in reverse, for me. People always seem to want to fight me. Am I not cuddly?

Perhaps in politics, where we have fought for so long, and are still screwed up. Both sides stink!

Picture the Left and Right having a giant sleepover. Trump and Pelosi in their pj's. Do you think Trump has pj's? Or does he go nothing but tighty-whities? 

They’d of course have to take some precautions - Idk if ANTI-COVID-19 Snuggle Gear exist or not, but it should. Perhaps we should try to scrub-up and snuggle it out, until we make some progress.

Idk.

I also don't know what my future movie review posts will look like. Like most black people, these events have stirred something monumental in me. Something has changed in me, and I can't nor do I want to go back. But, like many, I need a lil escapism.

I can compartmentalize with the best of them, so I could see myself giving my normal praphitic review as soon as next week. I could also see myself trying to review some animated family flick

- and out of nowhere, start ranting about systemic racism.

I guess we'll find out together :)

Power, peace, and love.