In the midst of the chaos at the crime scene, with the victim's blood still staining the floor, an officer in white coat walked out of the house and approached another officer.

Surrounded by a flurry of media and curious onlookers, he extended his hand and greeted him, "Hey, we met again."

The other officer, caught up in the whirlwind of activity, shook his hand and replied, "Hey, Hoseok ssi. It's good to see you again." Their words were slightly muffled by the whispers and murmurs of the crowd as they exchanged a knowing look, both understanding the gravity of the situation.

"Jackson hyung, who is this guy?" a young man whispered, gesturing towards the man in the white coat.

"Oh, I forgot," Jackson began. "Yeonjun, this is Hoseok, from the forensic department. And, Hoseok ssi, this is Yeonjun, the new intern from our investigation team." Their introductions made in hushed tones amidst the commotion of the crime scene, their roles within the investigation team subtly hinted at through their brief exchange.

Hoseok smiled warmly at Yeonjun before turning to Jackson. "Looks like we all met again" he remarked, his gaze drifting towards Y/N seated on the bench in front of the house, hands intertwined with a boy. Among the familiar faces gathered were Jimin, Taehyung, and many others, their presence adding a sense of familiarity and solidarity to the otherwise distressing crime scene.

"Yeonjun, tell that boy that we will call them if there is any need and to go home," Jackson instructed, the young intern nodding in understanding before making his way towards Y/N and the boy. They observed as Yeonjun conveyed the message to the duo, who then quietly walked away, leaving the crime scene behind.

As Yeonjun returned to where Jackson and Hoseok stood, the weight of the investigation loomed over them. The team was now focused on gathering evidence and piecing together the puzzle that lay before them, each member playing a crucial role in unraveling the truth behind the tragedy that had unfolded at the victim's home.

"You two know them?" Yeonjun inquired, his gaze shifting between the unfamiliar faces before him.

Hoseok nodded thoughtfully. "You know about the Seoul University case from five years ago?" he asked, and Yeonjun responded with a nod.

"Yes. The case of the blue-eyed guy, right?" Yeonjun recalled, connecting the current situation with the infamous case that had made headlines years ago.

"Yeah, remember the last victim who was rescued because of two other students from the university," Jackson recalled, seeking confirmation from Yeonjun.

Yeonjun nodded, his memory of the case beginning to resurface. "Yes, I heard about that. What's their name? Taehyung and Y/N, right? It was a remarkable rescue. The courage and quick thinking of those two students saved a life."

"The girl who you just send back was Y/N, and the guy who is standing over right now, that's Taehyung," Jackson explained, pointing his finger towards him. "The deceased girl was the one who was rescued that day, Ryujin."

Yeonjun's eyes widened in astonishment as he absorbed the shocking revelation. The connection between the current crime scene and the heroic rescue from the past case was unexpected and unsettling. The weight of the situation began to sink in, he realized the depth of the involvement of Y/N and Taehyung in both incidents as questions swirled in his mind.

Yeonjun's concern grew as he sought further clarification. "So, it is a murder?" he asked, his voice filled with apprehension.

Hoseok shook his head, providing insight into the grim reality. "No, she slit her throat by herself with the knife as far as we know," he explained, his tone solemn and heavy with the weight of the revelation.

Confusion clouded Yeonjun's expression as he tried to reconcile the evidence. "A party occurred here, right? Does someone with suicidal tendencies throw a party for her friends?" he questioned, his confusion apparent.

The complexity of the situation dawned upon the team, as they grappled with the puzzling circumstances of the crime scene. The apparent contradiction between a festive atmosphere and a tragic act of self-harm left them with more questions than answers,

"That's exactly what I'm thinking," Jackson agreed, a hint of frustration evident in his voice. "This case is getting more twisted each time I think about it."

Hoseok chuckled softly, a wry smile playing on his lips as he responded, "Funny how history seems to repeat itself, isn't it? I remember you saying the exact same thing when we worked on the Seoul University case too."

"I think we will have to wait for the autopsy report," he reassured them, his voice carrying a sense of patience amidst the growing anticipation. The answers they sought lay within the meticulous examination of the evidence, and the autopsy report would provide crucial insights that could potentially untangle the web of mystery surrounding the victim's demise.

-

Two weeks had passed since Ryujin's death, and slowly Y/N was beginning to return to her usual self. Walking towards the library with Beomgyu and Sunho, the weight of loss still lingered in the air around them.

As they approached, Beomgyu accidentally bumped into someone, assuming they were the new gardener based on their attire, he quickly muttered an apology as they passed each other.

"I must have missed the memo where it said being a gardener also means becoming a crash test dummy for clumsy students," the gardener muttered to himself, continuing on his way without looking back.

"Huh? I have seen him somewhere," Beomgyu mumbled to himself as he stepped into the library before accidentally colliding with another person in his path.

"Hey, watch around, Beomgyu," a familiar voice chastised him gently. "And whom are you talking about?"

"The new gardener? He seems familiar," Beomgyu confessed, a sense of coincidence and curiosity coloring the moment. The library's serene atmosphere provided the perfect backdrop for unexpected meetings and rediscoveries, amplifying the intrigue of the situation.

"That's Yoongi. The gardener from Seoul University," Jin explained, shedding light on the mystery of the familiar face. Beomgyu's eyes widened in recognition, connecting the dots.

"So, how is she holding up?" Jin asked in a hushed tone, ensuring that Y/N wouldn't overhear their conversation about Ryujin's death.

"You can just ask that to me, Jin-ssi. And, I am fine," Y/N replied calmly, her expression giving away nothing as she returned the books she had taken last time and headed towards the exit. The weight of their unspoken words lingered in the air as Y/N's simple gesture spoke volumes about her composure in the face of loss and grief.

"Hey, where you going?" Sunho shouted, catching Y/N's attention as she made her way towards the cafeteria.

"Cafeteria. Going to get some coffee," Y/N shouted back over her shoulder before entering the bustling cafeteria. She placed her order at the counter and then settled at a nearby table, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloping her as she took a moment to relax and savor the familiar warmth of her favorite drink.

Y/N looked down at the table covered in scribblings, each marking a small piece of someone's story. Her fingers traced over the word nightmare, a chilling reminder of the events that had unfolded two weeks ago, including the tragic loss of Ryujin and the haunting nightmares that had been plaguing her for the past five years.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/N was startled when a cup of coffee was placed over the scribbling by the waiter. She jumped slightly at the unexpected sound, a physical jolt back to the present moment. The waiter quickly noticed her reaction and muttered a quick apology before hurrying away, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts once again.

"Hey, how are you?" a voice asked, interrupting Y/N's thoughts. She looked up to see Jibin standing there, and a smile naturally formed on her face.

"Yeah, good. How about you?" she replied, returning the question with genuine curiosity. She could sense a hint of hesitation in his response, as he simply muttered a quick 'good' in return.

"Oh, I came to ask if you have a reference note about color theory," Jibin continued, his smile widening as he spoke.

"Um, it's in my laptop. I will send it to you once I reach the dorm," she said apologetically, realizing that she didn't have the reference notes readily available.

"Oh, alright. Do you have my number?" Jibin asked, hoping for an easier way to exchange the information.

"No, wait—I left my phone at the library," she said, frustration evident on her face as she lightly slapped her forehead, berating herself for the forgetfulness.

"It's okay. I will just write it down," Jibin said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small diary-like book. He tore out a piece of paper and quickly jotted down his number before handing it to Y/N.

As she took the paper, Y/N noticed something peculiar about its texture. It felt oddly familiar, yet strange to the touch, stirring a sense of mystery within her.

"The texture of this paper is...," Y/N began, attempting to articulate the odd sensation she felt when touching it.

"It's thick and rough, right? It's a limited edition book. I got it from my grandfather. It's good for writing letters," Jibin explained, unknowingly echoing Y/N's own thoughts about the peculiar texture of the paper. Her mind raced as she made a connection between the book and the letter she had found in her locker, realizing they shared the same unique structure.

Before she could share her discovery or delve deeper into the topic, Jibin interrupted their conversation, saying, "I will see you around," and started walking away.

"Wait!" Y/N called out, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and urgency, but Jibin had already disappeared into the bustling cafeteria crowd, leaving her with unanswered questions,

Determined to unravel the mystery, Y/N quickly emptied her bag, scattering her books across the table. She frantically flipped through the pages, searching for the place where she had tucked the letter. Questions raced through her mind as she wondered where she had placed it, feeling a sense of urgency building within her.

And then it hit her—the book she had put the letter in was one of the ones she had returned to the library earlier. Realizing her mistake, she silently chastised herself for not retrieving the letter beforehand. The sense of frustration mingled with an ever-growing curiosity, compelling her to take action.

"I need to go back to the library," she muttered to herself, determination etched on her face. Gathering her remaining books, Y/N swiftly made her way out of the cafeteria, her mind filled with a mixture of anticipation, uncertainty, and the burning desire to discover the truth behind the enigmatic letter.

As Y/N made her way through the campus towards the library, she couldn't help but notice Beomgyu at a distance, engaged in a heated exchange with the gardener. His shoes, covered in mud, had apparently treaded upon the delicate grass, provoking the gardener's ire.

The gardener's sarcasm filled the air as he continued, "First, we had the thrilling episode of the bumping game, followed by your graceful ballet dance with mud. So, what's in store for our next entertainment? Shall we anticipate a dazzling fire-breathing act or perhaps a tightrope walk across the flower beds?"

Beomgyu's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he mumbled, "I'm really sorry, I'll try to be more careful next time." Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at their banter, hurried past them towards the library, eager to uncover the mystery awaiting her.

Y/N hurried into the library, her footsteps echoing in the hushed atmosphere as she made her way to the reading section. Spotting the familiar book, she quickly retrieved it, flipping through the pages until she found the section where the mysterious letter was tucked away. With a mix of anticipation and curiosity, she compared the paper Jibin had given her and the letter she found in the book, only to discover that they were identical. It was as if the letter had been written and torn out from the very same book she held in her hands.

-

Taehyung was sitting on his bed, absentmindedly flicking the light switch on and off. The room filled with the soft click of the switch and the shadows dancing around him.

"Hey, Taehyung?" The sound of Hayoung's voice broke through his trance, causing him to finally look up and meet her concerned gaze. His eyes slightly glazed over, reflecting the dim light of the room.

Hayoung's brow furrowed as she studied Taehyung's troubled expression, her concern deepening as she noticed the sadness lingering in his eyes. "You alright? I've been noticing a change in you since the party. Is everything okay?" She asked gently, reaching out to touch his arm in a comforting gesture.

Taehyung's heart raced as he met Hayoung's caring gaze, his inner turmoil threatening to spill out. "Hayoung... I-I don't know," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. The weight of his unspoken feelings for Y/N hung heavy in the air between them, his silence speaking volumes.

Hayoung's eyes softened with understanding as she gently held Taehyung's shoulder, offering him a reassuring presence. "You sure? You can talk to me if you want," she said, her voice filled with warmth and concern.

Taehyung's forced smile faltered slightly as he spoke, the weight of his unspoken guilt evident in his eyes. "Nothing, just thinking about Ryujin. I'm okay," he repeated, the words feeling hollow as the truth of his feelings for Y/N gnawed at his conscience.

An overwhelming sense of guilt washed over Taehyung, the knowledge of his betrayal for Hayoung sitting heavily on his shoulders. Despite his attempts to push aside his conflicting emotions, the guilt lingered, a constant reminder of the tangled web of emotions he found himself entangled in. Each moment with Hayoung felt like a lie, a facade he maintained to hide the truth of his lingering affections for Y/N.

-

Hoseok reached for a folder on his office chair, where Yeonjun and Jackson were seated, before speaking. His voice carried a tinge of remorse as he prepared to share an important piece of information.

"Before we proceed, I want to apologize for the delay in obtaining the autopsy report," Hoseok began, his tone apologetic. "Due to unforeseen family circumstances, the victim's family has been resistant to our investigation, making it difficult to access the necessary information."

He sighed softly before reviewing the autopsy report carefully, his brows furrowing as he discovered the disturbing details. He turned to the them, his voice serious and solemn.

"According to the autopsy report, the depth of the cut and the force exerted suggests that it couldn't have been self-inflicted," Hoseok began, his tone filled with concern. "The angle and location of the wound indicate that someone else may have forcefully made her slit her throat."

He continued, "Additionally, there are signs of bruising present around the victim's neck and upper body. It appears that she may have struggled and fought against the aggressor."

The room fell into a heavy silence as the implications of the findings sank in. The team now understood that they were dealing with a murder rather than a tragic act of self-harm. Determination filled their eyes as they resolved to uncover the identity of the perpetrator and bring them to justice, honoring the victim's memory and providing closure to her loved ones.

"So, what's now?" Yeonjun's question hung in the air, filled with uncertainty and a need for guidance. Jackson took a moment to reflect before responding decisively.

"We need to be transparent this time," Jackson replied firmly. "We cannot afford to hide any information like we did in the past. We don't know if we're facing a series of murders again, just like before. It's crucial that we inform the media about the latest developments. We need to exercise caution now to prevent any potential regrets later."

Hoseok nodded in agreement, his expression grave but resolute. "You're right, Jackson. Transparency is key. By sharing all the relevant details with the media, we can enlist the public's assistance while also putting pressure on the culprits. We have to be careful and meticulous in our approach, but we must ensure that the truth remains in the spotlight."

United in their conviction, the team understood the gravity of their task. With the decision made to engage the media and seek public support, they braced themselves for the challenges ahead. As they embarked on this path of transparency and vigilance, they hoped it would ultimately lead them closer to uncovering the full extent of the unfolding mystery and bringing justice to those affected.

-

Y/N tossed and turned in bed, the weight of her restless thoughts keeping sleep at bay. With a sigh, she pulled herself up and made her way to the window, drawn to the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the glass.

As she gazed out at the peaceful night sky, her eyes fell upon a couple seated on a bench in the courtyard below. They were sharing ice cream and exchanging laughter, their easy camaraderie evident even from afar. A wistful smile tugged at Y/N's lips as she unknowingly observed the couple, her heart swelling with a mix of longing and nostalgia.

In an instant, Y/N's mind flashed back to the rooftop scene, where Y/N and Jimin shared a moment of closeness. The memory of their shared laughter and the unspoken tension between them hung in the air like a palpable presence.

In a flash, Y/N's mind catapulted back to the couple. They leaned towards each other, their lips drew near, seemingly about to share a passionate kiss. As they were on the verge of the kiss, a sudden shift occurred. The scene seemed to warp and twist, transforming back into the familiar rooftop setting once again, where Y/N had leaned in towards Jimin, their proximity charged with unspoken emotions. The memory played out vividly in her mind, the moment frozen in time as she was caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and memories.

Time seemed to freeze as the two scenes collided, merging in her mind like an intricate dance of parallel moments. Suddenly, a jolt of realization pierced through the haze as Y/N's eyes widened in shock. Her mouth fell open in disbelief before she couldn't contain it anymore. "I KISSED JIMIN SSI !" she exclaimed, her voice echoing through the stillness of the night as the scenes seamlessly transitioned before her, blending reality with a haunting reminder of a past moment.

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A/N

Do vote and comment if you are liking it so far.

So this chapter ends here. Now all of you know that Ryujin's death wasn't a suicide. And our Hobi is back. Well, are we missing someone here?

So, what do you think about Jimin and Y/N? Who is your ship?

Taehyung x Y/N

Jimin x Y/N

Sunho x Y/N

Or anyone else....?

Q) Ask me something, I am bored....