"Where were you the night of Fall Formal?"

"At the dance, duh." Came Jennie's sharp and snarky response. Officer Yezi sighed.

There was always that one in the group. This was one that Yezi knew she needed to crack.

"I heard from some witnesses that you weren't at the dance the whole night. So where exactly were you then?"

"Who told you this?"

"Their names remain confidential."

"Lisa, that bitch." Jennie muttered for herself to hear, before sighing. "I was visiting family."

"At that odd of an hour? Seems off, Miss Kim."

"Are you suspecting me?"

Yezi was silent, getting slightly irritated with the girl. Running a hand through her cropped hair, the officer sighed.

"Don't make this more difficult than it is. If you tell the truth, I'll go easy on you. If not..."

"Then what, huh?"

"I'll ask again, Jennie." Yezi planted her hands on the office desk. Jennie's intense gaze on her didn't wither. "What exactly were you doing on the night of the Fall Formal?"

"I was visiting family," She hissed. "That's all there was to it. My brother came back in town a few days ago."

Yezi wasn't satisfied. She knew Jennie was lying.

"You can leave."

"Thank you." Jennie got up, shoving the brown wooden chair in before shutting the office door behind her.

Yezi watched her leave, before dialing a number on the telephone. Two rings later, the receiver end picked up the call.

"Hey Officer," Yezi smiled slightly. "I think we have someone else to call in for questioning again."

⭐️

Hoseok didn't know how he felt about art. He thought it was alright and somewhat pretty but never attempted to dabble in it himself. His parents insisted he show up to the exhibit they currently were walking inside of, claiming that the prim and classy events were meant to "build reputation and connections."

Hoseok didn't care much at all for his status, but being son and sole heir to one of the largest car companies in the area, he took advantage of the luxuries. However, if he could choose, he would get rid of the lush life.

Hobi always felt like he didn't belong. Something was just always off, he just didn't know what.

Dressed in a simple suit, dark like onyx, with a deep purple dress shirt underneath, Hoseok ran a hand through his light blonde to pastel pink locks once more, the anxiousness evident.

Smile plastered like a sticker, he ignored the stares from other girls his age. He stared ahead, eyes drifting from one wall to the other.

Framed pictures of splatter paint. Hoseok didn't see the point of this.

"Your father and I will be at the cocktail bar if you need us. We have phones."

Hoseok nodded dully, not watching them leave before he stuck a hand in his pockets. He moved from one room to the other. Ignored a few more looks.

"Didn't think this was your scene Jung."

The boy turned to his left, facing his dark haired friend, who leaned against the doorway with his dark eyes, a glint like embers, and a ghost of a smirk. Hoseok's lips twitched.

"Yoongi, what are you doing here?"

"Building connections. I suppose that's the only reason you're here too?"

He nodded, trying to smile but unable. Hobi found it hard to speak.

"That suit looks good on you."

"Thanks..." He mumbled, before swallowing harshly. Was it hot in here?

"I-I'm just wondering, does Jennie like you?"

"What?"

"I mean—" Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck. "Doesn't she act different around you?"

The topic silenced Yoongi. Any glimpse of emotion that had been present on his face was now gone.

"Hey, Yoongi?"

"Yeah?"

"You good?"

His eyes scanned over Hoseok's face, nodding slowly.

"Uh, yes." Volume hushed to a whisper, Yoongi brought his face near Hobi's ear. Hoseok looked downwards instantly.

"Keep this between us. But I knew her before I transferred here."

"What?"

"I didn't come from a different country Hobi. Just a different city."

"Right." He whispered. Arms linked around waists, Hobi's shallow breathing near Yoongi's shoulder.

Hoseok was used to this type of skinship with Yoongi. Both tended to be physically close to each other whenever they happened to be in the same room. It ranged from arms linked around waists to back hugging.

Hoseok didn't know why he was like this around Yoongi alone, and never with his other friends.

The boy found it even stranger that he enjoyed it. He liked it.

"Hobi dear?"

Hoseok shifted away from Yoongi almost out of reflex.

"Y-Yes Mom?" He awkwardly ran a hand through his hair. The woman looked oblivious, but his father looked chary.

"Come with us. I'd like you to meet someone."

"Just a second Mom."

"Right now Hoseok." The quiet yet stone-like tone of his father startled the boy, but he nodded reluctantly. He nodded towards Yoongi before leaving the room.

But his heartbeat didn't settle down.

⭐️

"Hey Hobi, still not asleep?" His mother asked, cracking open the door of his room to catch him glancing up at his phone in the darkness.

"No."

"It's almost midnight..."

"I know mom. I'll go to sleep soon."

The woman sighed, in sync with Hoseok, who set his phone aside, glancing over at her. She took a seat at the edge of his bed, brushing away the strands of his brown haired bangs.

"I know the death of your teacher has taken a toll on all of you. Especially since you and your friends found the body."

Hoseok nodded.

"I know you haven't been yourself lately, but it's okay. Things will go back to their same rhythm again."

"What is it doesn't? What if it just gets worse?"

"If it does, know you always have people to go to."

"What if I don't have anyone to go to?"

"Y-You will Hobi." She frowned. "What's troubling you?"

"Nothing! It's nothing to worry about mom. Don't trouble yourself over me."

"Are you sure—"

"Yes! Go to sleep, I've just been thinking too much lately." He tried ushering her out of his room quickly, yelling that he needs his masculine space to himself.

He sighed again, staring up at the dark blue colored walls of his room. His favorite color.

His lips frowned as he re-read the text message he had received right before his mother had walked inside his room.

Dark blue is your favorite color?
Why not the rainbow? 🏳️‍🌈
x o x o

a/n:
so that last text message might've been confusing so i added an emoji in to make it more clearer lol
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