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Mrs Park hummed gently as she checked on her stew, stirring in it a few times before closing the lid again.

Since she had so much free time, she had decided to put more efforts into the meals she made, being able to afford longer and more complicated recipes now.

The kettle beeped, and she poured herself a mug of warm tea before going back to the living room where the tv was on. She stayed standing next to the empty couch. Her son would be home soon, she thought with a small smile, looking forward to seeing him.

"SUGA has striked yet again, in his third murder of the month. This is the highest amount of strikes recorded since his first crime, two years ago. This time his target was a high school teacher, Mr Kang, who supposedly assaulted one of his stu-"

Mrs Park's hands loosened around her mug, letting it crash at her feet.

Mr Kang was Jimin's homeroom teacher. She had sat across from him in teacher-parent meetings, had shaken his hands and complimented his teaching. He had seemed so nice, and so handsome at that.

Both of her hands rose up to her lips as flashes of her son's behavior played through her mind. His slight limp when he had walked up the stairs, asking for painkillers, crying for hours on end and staying locked up in the shower for so long. Tears clouded her eyes.

There was no way. Not her precious son.

The door creaked open, and she spun around, looking at her beautiful son taking his shoes off in the entrance. All of his movements seemed heavy, as if the weight of the world was on his frail shoulders. He had lost so much weight.

She quickly scrambled to turn the tv off, before greeting him with a forced smile.

"Hi sweetie, how was your day?" She asked.

"It was fine." He said, without the glowing smile he had lost over the past few days.

"Jimin..." She blinked back tears. "Jimin we have to talk sweetie."

Jimin finally looked up to her, seemingly freezing as his tired eyes met hers.

"I saw the news report about SUGA. Did Mr Kang..." The words were too painful for her to say touch you?"

Jimin sighed, shoulder slumping even more as if yet another burden had been added to his already heavy load. He knew this would happen, which was exactly why he didn't want to do anything in the first place. A lump formed in his throat. As much as he wanted to yell at her, that yes, her precious son had been fucked by his teacher, the words just didn't come out.

Mrs Park let out a shaky sob, quickly walking to her son and wrapping her arms around him tightly.

"I'm so sorry Jimin." She sobbed into his shoulder. "I should have known he was dangerous, I'm so sorry."

Jimmin stayed unmoving, letting her cry into his shoulder as his mind went blank. He hated this, and would have done anything to just disappear.

"You weren't the one who called that murderer." She said. "Say it Jimin, you didn't do that did you."

Jimin stayed silent.

"Jimin!" She yelled desperately. "How could you do that? That- that's a really serious crime! Jimin you hired a hitman do you realise that? You could go to prison for it!"

Jimin shrugged.

"I wasn't supposed to be alive to care." He said.

"What?" She whispered, eyes wide as a shaky breath left her lips.

Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, as if trying to convince herself that this was in fact reality and not some sick nightmare.

"I don't want to be alive, mom." He sighed, looking down.

"Jimin." She looked around, rubbing her hands on her face. "Jimin, I'm sorry. Don't- please don't... We'll contact someone alright? We can fix this."

He chuckled, but nodded nonetheless.

"Just don't... Don't tell your father alright?" She said softly. "You know how he is about... gay... people. I mean, Mr Kang was the one who- I mean, you're a victim, you didn't ask for him to- it's not your fault alright."

Jimin smiled painfully as he let his mother hug him tightly again.

Would she still embrace  him like this if she knew he was just as gay as his rapist?

***

"Ah, who are you to see?" Hoseok asked as he peeked his head in the entrance of the daycare, a small toddler in his arms. "I don't think I've seen you here before."

"I'm Taesong's older brother, Taehyung." He said politely, bowing down to the man respectfully.

"Aigoo, the Kim family sure is blessed with some really good genes." Taehyung said. "You're handsome."

Taehyung was slightly startled by the straightforwardness of the compliment, but smiled thankfully nevertheless.

"Well, Taesong is playing inside, why don't you come in." The caregiver said. "I'm Hoseok by the way."

Taehyung nodded and followed after him into the main room. There he found his little sister, cuddled up to the side of an all too familiar face.

"Hyung?" He asked, making the man look up.

That's weird. He thought. His eyes are black, but it's definitely him.

"Oppa!" Taesong beamed as she jumped into her brother's arms. "Yoongi-oppa, this is my big brother! His name is Taehyung."

"Yoongi?" Taehyung chuckled, he should have known Kisong wasn't his real name.

He had spent so much time looking for him on every social media possible, but that would have been too easy of course. Yoongi cursed at everything that had ever led him to meet the handsome guitarist again.

"Ah, yeah." He said, hopeful that he hadn't been recognised. "It's nice to finally meet you."

Taehyung smiled.

"Taesong-ah, collect your things, I'll wait for you outside yeah?" He said, grabbing onto Yoongi's wrist and pulling him behind him.

To Hoseok's surprise, instead of staying seated and cursing at the high schooler for even laying a finger on him, Yoongi let himself be pulled to his feet and willingly followed the younger outside.

Taehyung pulled both of them outside, the hard pavement cold against their socks. Taehyung leaned closer to him, grabbing onto the back of his neck and cupping his ear with one of his large hands.

"I know who you are." He whispered, his deep voice sending chills down Yoongi's body. "SUGA."

His eyes widened. Never, in his two years of work had anyone been even remotely close to knowing who he was. And yet he had let this high schooler figure him out in two weeks. And not only did he know about his alter ego, but also his eyes.

"Me? What are you talking about I-" He tried to play dumb. Maybe this kid hadn't thought it through thoroughly and was just acting out on a whim.

"No use trying to deny it." Taehyung said. "And I know your eyes aren't black too, are you wearing contacts?"

Yoongi laughed uncomfortably. His mind was running at record speed, trying to calculate his options. This kid was a minor, it wasn't likely people would believe him right away, but they would surely look into it. Detectives were so hungry for leads on his case there was no way they wouldn't jump on the occasion of someone finally speaking up.

Kids his age are completely unpredictable, and reckless at that, there was no predicting what he would do with the information. He seemed to have no sense of danger either, so a bribe or a threat probably wouldn't work on him.

Yoongi had never killed an innocent person, and he intended to keep it that way. Then again it seemed to be the most efficient way to silence this guy.

"Don't worry, I'll keep your little secret safe." He suddenly said, probably conscious about the utter distress he was putting the older in.

"I don't really feel comfortable with a stranger knowing so much about me." He said, racking through his brain to find a solution.

In the meantime he just glared at the younger, trying to at least intimidate him. He was an assassin after all, a serial killer with close to thirty victims under his belt.

"Well, let's not be strangers then." Taehyung said, completely unresponsive to the silent threat. "My name is Taehyung, but you already knew that. I play guitar, real guitar and you saved my life. Thanks."

Yoongi scratches the back of his head shyly. He had his contacts on so his vision wasn't as clear, he couldn't quite see Taehyung's expression well enough to know if he was lying or not.

"I'm Min Yoongi." He simply said, looking down at the hand Taehyung extended to him.

With a sigh, he took it, surprised at how warm they were.

"Is your ear okay?" He mumbled, not able to look the younger in the eye.

"Yeah, it's-" Taehyung quickly cut his words, this was his opportunity. "Actually it still hurts."

Guilt washed over Yoongi's features.

"You'll have to make it up to me." Taehyung said. "Let me see your eyes."

Yoongi sighed.

"Fine."

A/N:

Taegi finally found each other yay!

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