Trigger: Contains graphic depictions of murder. Those who are not comfortable with such scenes are advised not to watch.
03
A sleepless night
Rustling, Taehyung unexpectedly realized Seokjin had indeed skipped school. Climbing the hill behind the village, Seokjin appeared to be searching for something. His hands, damp from the rain yesterday, held several photographs. Seokjin delved deeper. To anyone watching, it might have seemed like he was lost and wandering aimlessly, but he wasn't. At least in that deep, dark forest, Seokjin had a clear direction.
"Come out, come out."
"………………"
"I know you're the culprit, I know what you did here, and I know what tricks you were planning to play on Park Jimin."
Seokjin spoke into the dark forest. Despite this, the forest remained as silent as a mouse. Seokjin glared at the source of his shout, as if he were about to kill them, and shouted again.
"If you don't have it, then don't. I'm going to reveal all this to the police."
"………………"
"Don't regret it later."
The moment Seokjin turned his back after muttering those words. Whoosh_, bang_! Something sharp grazed Seokjin's cheek and embedded itself in the tree. Seokjin's body froze in place. I knew you would be there, but I never imagined you would be this aggressive. Right, I thought you wouldn't have a weapon like a knife here. Blood dripped from Seokjin's cheek where his skin had been grazed by the flying knife.
"Are you coming out now? ■■■"
"That bastard Park Jimin told you, right? Here."
"Who else would know about this place but Park Jimin?"
■■■ slowly emerged from behind a tree. Blood was dripping from his hand. It was dark and hard to see, but something resembling a corpse could be seen behind him. The blood dripping from that hand could never be ■■■'s. Seokjin slowly approached him. The scent of blood was overwhelming.
"Seokjin, this is why I hate smart guys."
"I came because I wanted to talk to you."
"But, you seem a bit stupid today? Did you come to talk to me?"
"Yeah, I don't think you'll kill me. That's the kind of person you are."
■■■ raised an eyebrow, as if to challenge him, and Seokjin looked at him. Seokjin pressed several cat photos into his hand and said, "You're not fit to kill. Are you being manipulated by someone behind the scenes?" Hearing that, ■■■ lowered his head. Seokjin could only look at him with pity. The faint sound of sobbing reached his ears.
"Hahahahahaha!! Ah... Seokjin... How did you...."
"…………what are you doing?"
“Seokjin, Seokjin, Kim Seokjin….”
With a bang, ■■■ grabbed Seokjin's necktie and instantly pushed him against the tree. Startled, Seokjin couldn't resist. He couldn't tell if the person before him was really someone he knew. I knew it wasn't you. Seeing his eyes, stained with murder, Seokjin looked down at him with a look of betrayal.
"Seokjin, the kid you knew died when I came in."
“….Ugh…, Ugh…!”
"Our poor Seokjin... who would foolishly bring all the evidence... I'll take care of this..."
“….Who are you… Ugh…!”
"Who am I?"
■■■ looked at Seokjin and laughed creepily. At that, Seokjin lost consciousness. More precisely, his breathing stopped. He released the strength from his grip, and Seokjin fell to the ground. ■■ gently poked Seokjin with his foot to see if he was truly dead.
"He's dead"
"………………."
"You asked me who I was.."
"Ha... You were the most annoying when we played games... I love that you came here on your own two feet... It's cold today, so you need to stay warm."
■■■ set fire to several photos, including the one of the cat that Seokjin had brought, and burned them. Then, he tossed them next to Seokjin. His gaze slid down to Seokjin. The crackling sound of wood burning rang in his ears. ■■ lay down next to Seokjin, wondering if he would be able to return to the real world if he died in this state. But it would not be. This was nothing more than a wish, a dream.
Seokjin, who am I?
… … … … … … .. Don't try to find out. Just don't worry about it.
"Oh my... Seokjin's mom, what should I do..."
"Who would have thought that would happen? That the child would die?"
"I'm going to school."
“Wait a minute, Hoseok. Don’t go to school…?”
Hoseok's mother grabbed his uniform collar and stopped him from going to school. Hoseok held his mother's hand and smiled.
"It's okay, Mom. Seokjin didn't go to school for a week after that. He should go now."
"still…"
"I'll be back"
Leaving his worried parents behind, Hoseok opened the door and stepped outside. He hurried out of the house, his shoes creaking. He found Yoongi waiting for him at the door, on his phone. He approached him. It was quite cold. Yoongi, upon seeing Hoseok, became irritated and repeatedly kicked him.
"But Min Yoongi, where are you hurt?"
"ah…"
"You even have a bandage on. What did you do to hurt your hand like that?"
"I burned myself while boiling ramen lol"
iced coffee,
But isn't that too much for something like that?
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