Breaking News: Citizens of Seoul are asked to abide by the curfew until the serial killer can be identified and apprehended. Take extra precautions, stay in well lit areas if you must travel at night. Avoid Alleyways and abandoned buildings.  We are working hard to keep you safe. Goodnight Seoul.

Jimin rocked back and forth on his heels as Chief Lee watched the news broadcast. He could tell by the vein popping out his neck that he was pissed. They just cleared the streets of a killer, and now it would seem they have another one.

"How many is that now Detective Park?" Chief Lee barked slamming his fists down on his desk.

"7 sir... and counting. Not to mention the animals."

Chief Lee shook his head. He had just moved to this city in hopes of a fresh start. He knew the precinct had solved a series of murders before, and they had stopped for a year. But, when Chief Lee arrived he was dumped with a pile of dead bodies his first day. The only thing that they had to go on was the killer would leave a note apologizing.

Which made no damn sense. If you are sorry about it. Why do it in the first place? So many things didn't add up. Best believe we will find this sick bastard and bring him down.

"How's Jeon recovering?"

"Good sir, he was released Friday. He is at home resting for the time being."

Chief Lee rubbed the stubble on his chin thinking to himself.

"Have they found his husband?"

"No..."

"He has either been abducted or he is the cause of all these murders."

Jimin looked shocked.

"SIR! I mean no disrespect. But, you are wrong about Tae he wouldn't hurt a fly!"

"People change." Chief Lee argued flipping through the files of all the victims. Jimin couldn't take another second.

"If there is nothing else sir. I will be off."

As he was turning to leave, Chief Lee cleared his throat and gave him an order.

"Keep an eye on Jeon's home. I want 24hr surveillance."

Jimin bowed, his nostrils flaring as he left slamming the door home. He could hear Chief Lee cursing at him but he didn't care.  He left the precinct heading straight to Hobi's apartment.

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When he got there he picked up the spare key from under the mat and let himself in. Hobi was laying sprawled out on the little couch. One leg dangling over the top of it while his arm hung down to the floor. He was watching the news upside down frowning.

"I'll never understand how you watch TV like that." Jimin chuckled in amusement. Hobi jumped up and hugged him.

"How was work?"

"Exhausting..."

Hobi kissed his forehead pulling him down to sit with him on the couch. Jimin eyed the TV as crime scene tape waved in the blowing wind on the screen. Another person found mutilated with a note. It's the same person who is doing the other killings.

"Why say sorry..." Jimin thought out loud.

"What's that baby?"

Jimin looked at Hobi and instead of answering him, he kissed him. Then went back to watching the TV. Jimin would do that when he didn't want to answer. It was a good distraction from everything. Besides he couldn't go into detail about the case with him. Even if he was a first responder as well.

"You'll tell me eventually."

They both looked at each other. Jimin thought he hadn't picked up on what he had been doing to keep from having to talk.

"Oh..."

Hobi gave him a short nod with a cute smile.

"Your kisses are great Mr. Park, but they don't make me forget things." He informed.

"I see..."

"How's Jungkook?"

"He's recovering."

"How's Tae?"

"We haven't found him yet."

The air felt like it was sucked out of the room.

"He's still missing?" Hobi asked, shock and worry painted across his face.

"Yea..." was all he could say before Hobi buries his face in Jimin's shirt crying.

Jungkook
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Why did I decide to come back to our house? I could of stayed in a hotel or something. Maybe it was so I could be closer to him. Although Tae isn't here... his smell and his little stuffed things are. Which was a comfort aside from the random flashes from that night.

Where could he have gone?

I laid down on the empty bed wincing. Yet another reminder that he is gone. Somewhere only God knows and whatever stole him from me. Because that wasn't Tae looking at me.

I'll find you Tae. You are going to be okay.

I fell into a fitful night's rest, filled to the brim with nightmares of Tae stabbing me over and over again. But when he spoke... it was a grotesque voice and his eyes were pools of pitch black darkness. What was worse...

The terrifying gut wrenching smile he wore on his face with every jab.

I woke with a start, drenched in sweat, to the sound of the front door creaking open. My heart skipped a beat rushing towards the door. I ignored the pain in my side.

"Tae?" My voice catching in my throat when I saw him.

"Kookie." Taehyung whispered taking a step closer. But then he vanished into thin air.

I fell to the ground gasping for air. It felt like the wind hand been knocked out of me. Was he dead? Was he a ghost sent to haunt me?

"Where are you Tae?" I cried curling up into a ball in front of the door.