"yoongs?" hoseok creeked open yoongis's door, expecting him to be laying down on bed but he wasnt there.

"did he really leave me alone this morning? its isnt workday today.." hoseok tone at his last sentence saddens, he doesnt why hes so sad, but obviously hes taken aback.

hoseok sighs as he sits down on yoongis bed, he notices a neatly folded piece of paper placed on the little table beside the bed.

hoseok furrowed his eyebrows as he gently picked up the paper, he unfolds it;

[

if you really were the person who did it, youre really sick.

but if it wasnt you, then who could it be?

who else has red hair? i only know you do, no wonder jimin asked me if i knew who you were. a killer.

i didnt want to believe it, i seriously didnt. i would swear.

but.. im sorry.

]

"..."

a tear rolled hoseoks cheek, after a few seconds the tears grew more, washing down his toned cheeks.