(A/n:- This book has some really good cuss words so let's keep our fluffy family away from reading this or catching us reading this. Yeah?)

Also, you need to VOTE if you find humor in my book. Okay? No cheating, kid. Love you.

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"H... hello?"

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My... son is missing." She spoke.

"Where are you calling from, Miss?"

"Can't you understand that my son is missing!"

"Please calm down and tell us your address so we can send help-"

"Bitch! Why can't you find that on your own? I want my son back. How hard is it to understand?" She screamed over the call. 

"Mam, please-"

With that, the line went off.

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A navy blue tuxedo that fit him perfectly with his sharply defined abs being covered unjustly under that plain white shirt tucked inside those thigh-fitting pants. He tapped his neatly polished shoes as he walked over to the podium with a huge screen behind him and the room turning completely dark with only the screen shining bright to everyone's eyes.

"Why are we summoned here, Sir?" One of the officers asked.

"This is Mr. Namjoon, the head of the operation, who will be with us until this operation is completed." The chief informed and stepped down to sit in his seat.

Namjoon respectfully bowed before fixing his coat and turning towards the screen, "We are gathered here to discuss the issue of the missing persons-"

"Isn't it the work of the police? Why does the FBI need to interfere?" One of the officers asked.

Namjoon fixed his spectacles and flashed a tight smile, "How about we have a little bit of patience and decency not to interfere when someone is talking?" He glared at the officer with that tight smile.

"I...am sorry."

"Good! Let's continue then," he began and turned around to flash some pictures over the screen, "Have you ever tried analyzing what patterns are?" He looked at the audience of young dedicated officers in uniform but none responded.

"It was a question and I suppose you can answer this," he looked at the one who interfered earlier. The latter gulped and stood up hesitantly.

"Sir...patterns are keys to finding criminals, specifically serial killers. They always have a pattern they use to abduct their victim and kill them in the process. It's like a signature that defines them. They like to be identified by these unique patterns."

"Great! Have a seat."

"Thank you."

"I would overlook these cases if there wasn't a pattern in them. I wouldn't have brought this to the FBI's notice if I hadn't smelled the crime. A deeply seated crime behind these missing cases." He sunk his hand into his pocket and tapped on the laptop to show the next slide.

"Do you see the pattern?" He asked with expectancy.

"They are all young probably in their early twenties," one of them added.

"Anything else?" He tapped his shoes as he walked between the rows of seats staring at a particular officer.

"Look at their profiles carefully and find something common in them," he commanded in a low tone turning the room silent.

"All of them are university students!" Another added.

"Anything else!" He raised his tone.

"Well, they all took the pictures in a restaurant?" An officer added.

"Oh, amazing! Did you take the pictures for them?" Namjoon fired his eyebrow twitching.

All of them broke into fits of giggles as the male who spoke scratched his neck in embarrassment and smiled while sitting back silently.

"Anything else?" He asked again, "Is this the genius team I would be working with? Does this team have no clue what they're dealing with? Is this the team-"

"Social media," A voice spoke up.

Namjoon stopped in his track and turned towards the one who spoke up with his head slightly tilted to the side, "So what?"

"Their profiles have a lot of audiences. All of them were highly active on their profiles before they went missing. I think that's the clue. That's the pattern," he spoke up boldly.

Namjoon clicked his tongue before stepping in front of the male, the latter consciously stood up and slightly bowed to show respect, "What's your name, young man?"

"Sir, my name is..."

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[You are going live now]

"Woah, Hello! How are you my little sugar pies? Did you miss your tiny, Jimin?" He flashed his infamous smile with his eyes turning crescents.

Oppa, you are so cute!

Damn, you look hot!

Your smile is addictive!

Where are you currently?

That top looks expensive. Ah! I am jealous of you.

Jimin giggled cutely neatly tucking a few locks of his hair behind his ear. He blushed as he read over hundreds bursting at the side of his screen.

Jimin purposely went closer to the screen biting his lip and breaking into a smile, "I am happy to see so many lovely people supporting me. I am currently in Milan and this is one of the finest rooms they have to offer. The top is a new winter collection that would be showcased at the fashion fest tonight. I was lucky to be sponsored for wearing it. Do you guys like it?"

Oh my god! That's crazy.

Are you going to meet up with the fashionistas up there?

Are you walking that ramp?

Woah! That's crazy buddy. Don't get lost there. Just kidding, have a nice time!

We support you, Jimin!

We love you, Jimin!

"Oh no, I am here just for the vlog. I might take some pictures of the people I meet and upload them on my profile. And I am honestly grateful for all your support. That's for the day people, I will be heading back to unpack my stuff. Thank you for supporting me guys and the girls and queers. Love you all!" Jimin smiled beautifully with his hands waving cutely at the screen and offed the live.

[Click]

[Your live has successfully ended]

Jimin's smile quickly faltered and he leaned back over his gaming chair with a frustrated sigh escaping from his lips.

"Bloodyfuckers! Just how many questions do they have every freaking time!" He rolled off his chair and walked towards the kitchen. He pulled open his refrigerator door and sighed again.

"There goes another grand for this shit!" He looked at his top and then pulled out a cab of beer hopelessly before rushing back to his computer pulling the chair under his ass and started clicking over some pictures.

"Damn! I need to start a photoshopping course," He chuckled as he chugged down the beer throwing it in the corner and fixing his pictures with Milan's recent hotspot areas.

An hour had passed and Jimin's pictures were ready to be uploaded. He quickly changed the location of the pictures to Milan before pressing the upload option.

[Pictures uploaded successfully]

He smiled in satisfaction and pulled off his shirt revealing his smooth milky skin which was deprived of the sun's rays. He pinched the sides of his bloated tummy and let it go. He tapped his foot and bit his nails as he waited for the response.

You look so hot, oppa.

You just added beauty to the word beauty.

How can someone look so flawless?

You are perfect!

Your picture vlogs are the best, Jimin!

Jimin breathed in relief and pulled his knees close to his chest with his hands replying with all sweet messages to his followers, "Knuckleheads! How could they fall so easily for these? Milan, my foot. I barely have a hundred dollars in my pocket. You expect me to go there with that?" He mumbled to himself before typing back the sweetest shit he could and puking over in his toilet later for the cringe.

Tring! Tring!

Jimin stopped typing when he heard his phone ring. He quickly picked up his phone to look at the number.

Asshole alert! Don't pick!

Jimin groaned as he quickly picked up the phone to press it against his ear, "Hello?"

"Fuck your hello! When are you returning that top?" The caller yelled.

Jimin flinched but held back his cuss words and began softly, "My lovely dear Tae, could you give me a week? I will dry clean it and send it back-"

"I ain't falling for your sweet stupid words, bro. Better send that in two days!"

"Two days? Dude, I can't speed-post it. I am kinda low on cash-"

"Well, that's your bloody problem, fucker! Better send that before I break into your house!" Taehyung growled on the other side.

Jimin knitted his brows with anger bubbling within him.  His heart pounded as the adrenaline kicked in.  Every nerve fiber in his body twitched and he stood up violently pushing the chair a few feet away and his hand gripping tight over the phone.

This was it!

He was done being treated like shit.

He wasn't letting this slide.

The water had passed above the limits.

"Taehyung!" He called out.

"Speak up, bitch!" They fired back.

Jimin fisted his hands with his nose flaring and cheeks bright red in anger, "It...will be at your doorstep in...two days," he mumbled.

"What? I couldn't hear you!"

"I said, I will speed post it!"

"That's the loyalty! Bye, bro."

"Bye," Jimin mumbled before cutting the call.

He looked at the top and kicked his leg to the wall. He yelped at the impact and hopped in circles to suppress the pain, "Fuck you, Kim Taehyung!" He cried out.

"Hey! Keep your voice low, damnit. My son is sleeping." A lady screamed from her window.

Jimin breathed heavily before craning his head out of the window above his desk and flashing a tight smile, "I am so sorry, Miss. My friend can be loud sometimes. I hope it didn't make you too uncomfortable." He lied smoothly and flashed his white teeth, fluttering his lashes in the process.

"Oh, it's okay, Jimin. How can I scold someone as adorable and well-behaved kid like you? It's okay, have fun with your friend." She smiled back showing thumbs up.

Jimin grinned cheekily and jumped back from his desk over the floor, "Why am I the only one who gets stuck with these idiotic bitches?" He picked up the top and walked towards the bathroom to wash it himself.

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"He is a hunter. He carefully studies his prey before pouncing on them. He grates every picture of his target out there on the internet and carefully approaches them. He blends into their daily life and becomes a part of them. And once he finds the perfect time, he abducts them and keeps their profile active for another week or two before stopping it abruptly.  It's a pattern and he is very meticulous in his work. It takes more than a week or two for the victim's family or acquaintances to hear the news about their disappearance." Namjoon explained.

"Impossible, how can the parents not be alarmed about their child's disappearance for over a week?" One of the officers asked.

"Good question. Well, we looked through the phone records of the missing students and we found this," Namjoon played a few tapes.

"Every phone call had a monotonous talk and that's when we concluded to take it to the experts. We found out that it was phone phishing. All the calls and messages were dummies and played by him to keep his victim active in the world for a week." Namjoon explained.

"Why does it have to be a week?" One of the officers asked.

"To kill his victim and find a perfect spot to dispose of it. To make a perfect alibi for himself and divert the police's attention from him.  To create a perfect space between victim's abduction and murder." The young officer in the corner answered drawing everyone's attention toward him. 

"Exactly," Namjoon flashed him a small smile before flipping to the next slide, "These are the list of students that may be his next target. We have thoroughly analyzed the previous encounters and drawn a few pictures which will be sent to you and I request each of you to look over one of them and track every move. You have to stay hidden and protect them. From now on, this operation will be named Pavlov's Touch! Officers, are you ready for the mission?" He asked with a demanding tone.

"Yes, sir!"

"I didn't hear you. Where is the enthusiasm?" He slammed his hands over the podium.

"Sir, yes sir!" They shouted in unison and stood up to salute Namjoon.

"Let's catch that bastard before he approaches one of them," Namjoon mumbled while crushing the piece of the photo in his hand.

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Ding-dong ~

Ding-dong ~

Jimin scrunched his face and rolled over his bed. He smiled weirdly completely lost in his dreams. A soft giggle escaped past his lips as he felt all horny and sweaty with wild events occurring in his dream.

Ding-dong~

Ding-dong~

"Oh, fuck! Yes, daddy," Jimin mumbled licking his lips and squirming in his dream.

Ding!

Dong!

Ding!

Dong!

Jimin's eyes flew wide as the sound pierced through his ears and his chest heaved from the sudden shock. He squinted his eyes to look at the time over his phone.

23:58

"Oh! Gimme a break. Who the fuck knocks in the middle of the night!" Jimin was this close to losing his shit and tumbled out of the bed to attend to the door.

"Who is it?" Jimin yawned and waited for the response. He stood there in front of his door with his eyes closed almost drifting back to sleep.

No response.

Jimin eyebrows knitted together as he didn't hear a response and slowly opened his eyes wide open. And that's when he realized something.

It's the middle of the night.

It's fucking twelve at the night and he is standing in front of the door.

This is not some crazy Cinderella shit.

This is freaking reality and he is standing in front of his door unarmed and all alone.

Bitch! Do you have a death wish? Run! He reminded himself and rushed back to the kitchen to pull out a knife and went back to the door. He moistened his lips which were running dry due to fear.

Ding-dong~

Jimin flinched at the sound and almost dropped the knife but quickly gripped it tight. He stood in a guarded position with the knife tightly in his hand, "Who's there?"

"Could you please open the door?" A voice spoke up.

Jimin carefully stepped a little closer and clicked open the door but the chain was still intact opening the door only a little. He felt his cheeks burn as he saw the person that stood before him. He quickly patted his cheeks to rub off the blush and stepped closer with the knife still in his hand.

"Hello, I am your new roommate." He uttered.

Jimin took a few seconds to sink in the information and looked through the small slit to scan the boy and his belongings.

"But I don't remember asking for a roommate," Jimin replied.

Neatly brushed hassle brown hair with a few locks falling over the bridge of his nose but Jimin didn't miss seeing those dark brown orbs. They emitted a very different aura that caused goosebumps over Jimin's skin. Jimin's eyes fell over the small ear piercing in the right lobule and then his pink-tinted lips as he continued to talk.

"Oh, the owner was kind enough to let me stay. I would be sharing the place with you." He answered in a subtle tone and smiled softly.

Woah! Hold up.

Jimin knows that trick.

That kind of sweet smile and the fakeness dripping off it.

He knows it.

He freaking knows it because he lives with it.

Jimin felt an unusual fear creep through his feet as he stared more at the boy. His fingers slowly tugged the chain and opened the door fully for the male to enter.

He studies his victim before abducting them. 

He blends into their life before killing them slowly.

He erases every memory of the victim as if they never existed.

He defines the pattern as his art.

A/n:- Namjoon made a sexy entry!

Who do you think is the smart officer that won Namjoon's heart at the first glimpse?

Jimin has a very unique personality, doesn't he?

What is the name of the officer and what's brewing between him and Namjoon?

Oops, looks like Jimin has a new roommate.

Or is he?

PULL OUT YOUR THEORIES PEOPLE!

I AM EXCITED TO READ YOUR THOUGHTS!

LOVE YOU

MADDIE🙂❤️