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Yoongi sighed as he leaned back into his seat, running a hand through his hair frustratedly. This case was turning cold and time seemed to swiftly seep by, and he absolutely despised that. In his short career, Yoongi has never struggled over a case as much as he's doing with this one.
He looked around his office to seek… he wasn't even sure what he was looking for. An answer? A neglected piece of evidence? An epiphany? What was he exactly seeking for?
He glanced back down at the file in front of him, papers sprawled out in front of him, almost mockingly. The case itself was supposed to be a second degree murder: not meditated, purely spontaneous stabbing perhaps with the purpose of a robbery but Yoongi thought better of it.
Jung Hoseok was a bright college kid with rapidly increasing fame in his stable career. He was freshly out of college and only a year younger than Yoongi, making him feel slightly disgruntled. He was murdered on his way home one night nearly a week ago; twenty four stab wounds, each one missing vital organs until, presumably, the last one pierced his lower aorta and he was left to bleed out.
Yoongi made the observation that he had been wounded once for every year he had lived. His mind kept chanting what he already knew: this is a first degree murder, premeditated, and with the intention to maybe scare him off then just going for the kill.
But why ?
As far as he knew, Hoseok was living with a roommate, but otherwise he was absolutely alone in the city of Seoul. His circle was small, almost non-existent, and he really only ever worked or went home.
Of course, as the process went, his roommate immediately became a suspect. Yoongi really never suspected the man himself. Even if he was a year older than he was, Kim Seokjin seemed like an abandoned child the moment Yoongi had knocked on his door to inform him that Hoseok had been murdered: he gasped, eyes widening as he stumbled back, a hand flying to his open mouth and those wide eyes spilling a river of tears. Yoongi had his fair share of telling grim news to people, but somehow this one hit a little too differently, with the way Seokjin had seemed absolutely heartbroken and had begged him to tell him it was some sick joke, he knew then this man was the farthest thing from a murderer and he truly felt the loss of his best friend.
When he deemed the other stable enough, he brought him back to the station for questioning.
“How long have you known Hoseok?”
“Practically all my life, when I was around seven, my family moved from Gwangcheon to Suwon, and Hoseok had recently moved from Gwangju too. We happened to be neighbors so our friendship just grew from there. And we both decided going to college together and eventually moved in to our apartment in Seoul.”
“Were there,” he furrowed his eyebrows, “were there any… romantic or sexual relationships involved between you two?”
“Oh, um, no. At least not of, like, recently, but we used to mess around back in our late high school and early college years. As of romantic… I’ve always loved Hoseok but it was much more than a romantic love. I loved his soul and I’m sure he loved mine the same way, but besides that there wasn’t any… we weren’t romantically or sexually involved.”
“So that rules out the typical ‘I was in love with him but he wasn’t so I killed him’ scenario.”
Yoongi nodded, turning the pen between his fingers. He turned to the man next to him, “Namjoon…”
He only nodded.
“Do you know if anyone purposely wanted to harm Hoseok or if he had an altercation or something of the typical?”
Seokjin thought of it for a bit. He stared at the table in front of him and his lip started to quiver, voice strained, “I can imagine someone wanting to harm Hoseok but I don’t know why.”
Yoongi and Namjoon shared a look before Namjoon leaned over the table slightly, “care to elaborate?”
Seokjin nodded his head, “Hoseok was bright and an exciting person to be around. I’m not saying this because…” he fought back tears, “he’s gone. Ask anyone, Hoseok was a delightful person and I wouldn’t have a doubt in my mind that someone would purposely hurt him and it angers me that finally, it happened. He was a hard working young man who had a successful future for him and no matter how trusting he seemed, he was very closed off. He kept his interactions to a minimum, and rarely ever let anyone close. In fact, I could say I’m the only one who knew him inside and out, physically, emotionally, and mentally. Some may call it arrogance but Hoseok was the farthest thing from. Others would grow envious of how multi-talented Hoseok was and want him gone for good.”
“Has he ever spoken of a lover or an affair gone wrong?”
He shaked his head, “never. And I doubt he even had either of those. Hoseok was a man who belonged to the world. He wanted to settle down in some distant future, but right now, he was everyone’s lover yet nobody’s at the same time.”
Yoongi nodded, it seemed normal for someone who was bright and playful like Jin painted him out to be. Of course he didn’t want to settle, he was still so young and so full of life . It angered him that he was killed and so brutally. It pissed him off that the young man in the picture with the heart shaped smile and small eyes would be stabbed and left to die and for what? For unreciprocated love, for some jealousy, for some insecurity that turned someone into a murderer and still walks and lives life so easily while knowing they took one without mercy?
He scanned the files on his desk once again, eyes running through every printed interview with the suspects. When he once again found nothing he slammed his hands on the table before he got up and prepared himself for a restless night.