Jimin looked at the white screen as devoid as his mindless emotions, in front of him. The machine's binary digits made no sense to his brain that was filled with contradictions.

Despite the effort to get hold of the murderer, the supreme head had never acknowledged his efforts. Now, he had to write a report on all his palpable theories along with Jungkook.

But since his partner was equally mentally exhausted as him, Jimin decided to take the matters in his own hands.

Tying his hair into a man bun, he stretched his muscles for a bit and revived his energy. Sliding the round glasses onto the rim of his nose, he began typing furiously, oblivious to the rustling trees and trodden leaves outside.

Case 69

Brief history of the case:
The complaintant reported that the victim was found sprawled on the floor, with a symbol inscripted in her. Unlike the other encounters where men where killed, this is the first time a women is being killed. The women in her forties seemed to have no connections to the killer nor had any criminal past.

Observations:
In accordance to the requisition in the reference cited, I visited the place of occurrence and examined the scene of crime with the following observations that lead to further theories and speculations.

1) The pelvic girdle along with the vertebrate was torn apart from the body.

2) Eyelashes and tongue was used as a connotation.

3) The women's relatives claim that she had nothing in accordance with criminals.

Material evidences collected from the crime scene:

1) The women's stained cloth.

2)Her bequeathed belongings.

3) Her eyelashes and her tongue.

4) A disfigured unused bullet and a cartridge case.

Suggestions:
Based on the observations, I have speculated that this would be the last murder to take place.

1)The killer is after someone and will not stop until he finds his target.

2)A women or lady is a significance that the message is conveyed.

3)According to the position of the bodies, a word can be formed.

4)The word is 'Byeol' and 'Byeol' means 'star'.

Byeol meant star.

Jimin chuckled silently, but that was not a laugh of appreciation. It was more of a psychic laugh. That one word which he loathed more than his own existence was on his prowl, hunting him and killing his mind though he was a predator.

He was just another product to play.

When the time commences, he shall rise as a beauty in a beast and find who byeol was. For now, he had to make the murderer wait.

Saving the report, he closed the laptop and looked at the dark sky outside. White fluffy and cottony clouds had now turned grey, converging with the black blanket that hovered over his gaze. His world was colourless, a mindless equation that was inconsistent.

Yet, his eyes recognised black and white. For a minute, it was all back to the past. A past with a nightmarish feeling.

A past he forgot.

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Thunder rumbled in the sky, reverberating in the walls of the house that formed the base. The booming sound, louder than bombs, triggered Jimin to the core who was wrapped up in his blanket.

Flashes of lighting seeped through the window, burning up his room into invisible flames. With all the elementals of his fear combined together, Jimin snuggled deeper into the sheets, using a pillow to conceal the sound and shutting his eyes from the lightning.

No matter what, he visibly shivered in his bed, with no warmth of love. The pitter patter of rain could not be heard. It was just thunder and lightning.

An unmistakable loud sound made Jimin to jolt from the bed and look around the inky blackness that devoured his room. With his pupils dilating and his lips quivering, he slightly averted his attention to the window.

The dark sky flashed it's avalanche at him, growling and snarling at the shaken man. Sheets of clouds blanketed the pastel lands which were once lush with greens. An exquisite sight it was, but not for Jimin.

Every thunder resurfaced the blunders that had almost cost his life.

Every lightning was a resurrection of the past that was forgotten.

Who was he?

What was the meaning of life?

To every question that pondered his brain, he was left answerless.

Gazing at the inky darkness, he gulped internally, not knowing how to subside the waves of fear rising in his heart.

The first drop of rain could be heard hitting the surface and wiping away the tears on it. Soon, the subsequent raindrops followed. It was all the incessant sound of raindrops hitting the surface in an eerie. Jimin's head throbbed in pain, as he breathlessly walked through the pain.

Stumbling upon some things placed in his room, he staggered to his partner's room. Taehyung was drunk and completely out, so Jimin could not help but go in Jungkook's room for protection from the ravaging thunderstorm accompanied by heavy rains.

It was raining cats and dogs outside. Jimin crept up on Jungkook's room, opening it slowly. The wooden door made a crease before revealing the man in deep slumber.

Jungkook was snuggled under the sheets, with his head buried in the pillow. His legs were glued together, in a crouching position and it almost looked as if a baby was sleeping.

With slow steps, Jimin walked towards where Jungkook was sleeping and slightly poked him.

There was no movement.

Jimin poked him again, and Jungkook turned for a second. Gradually opening his eyes, Jungkook accustomed to the darkness and raised his eyebrows in perplexion. Widening his eyes at the sight of Jimin in front of him, Jungkook got up, his hair ruffled in the process.

"Why are you here hyung?" Jungkook asked, his voice indicating that he was devoid of sleep.

"Can I sleep with you?" Jimin asked meekly.

Jungkook took a second to make out what the elder was telling, and upon making it more coherent for his brain to understand, he pursed his lips into a thin line.

"Why, hyung?" Jungkook asked, smiling nervously.

"I'm scared of the lightning," Jimin answered, his tiny body shivering.

"Uh... Sure. You can sleep here hyung." Jungkook said, patting the empty place next to him.

Jungkook could understand the fear of thunderstorms prevailed in some, and he could not deny the cute request from Jimin. Moreover, it was an opportunity.

Jungkook looked at the small form sleeping beside him. His plump lips and his beautiful eyes. Jimin was an exquisite piece of art.

He was an immaculate masterpiece.

Jungkook traced his fingers along Jimin's face and muttered something incoherently, which Jimin could not hear.

"I missed sleeping with you."

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I'm always watching you

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A/N's note: The reason I know to write a report is because my dad works in this field.

Also, what did Jungkook mean by he missed sleeping with Jimin?