It was the first time Mihyun saw "The Busan Flower Killer's" work in real. And she couldn't help but admire how delicate it looked. How fascinating the piece of art in front of her looked.
It was another man. Laying on the porch of his own house, carefully placed on the spot where the rain can't touch his body. Wearing a black suit and white shirt. Resembling one of the people attending a funeral. Her gaze wandered over the body until it comes to a halt. His hands perfectly placed over his abdomen, adorned by the purple flowers.
She couldn't take her eyes off it even if she wanted to. It was as if she's been put under a spell and was bound to be attracted to this. She can't stop herself.
"Baby...let's go..."
She snapped out of her little trance and looked at the boy beside her who's trying hard not to throw up. He's turned away from the sight and is holding onto her wrist tightly, trying to pull her out of the crowd so they can leave.
"Yeah..." she took one last glance at the dead body and turned with him taking a step to leave. Her phone buzzed but she couldn't put her heart to recieve the call.
Another murder. Another victim. Another person on the list of people she couldn't save.
But it wasn't in her hands. Because the man that died isn't someone who she knew will be attacked. None from the list of three.
"Tae...are you okay?" She stopped the boy and he closed his eyes to stable himself. She caressed his face with a thumb and pulled him close to herself.
The soft boy he is...gosh...
How did I even think of Taehyung that way? Just because of a stupid perfume?
It took him a few moments to mumble "I'm alright." He had taken Seokjin's keys so he decided to drive her home.
She sat on the passengers seat as silence comforted her. Gaze fixated outside the window. Droplets of rain blurring the glass but she could easily see though the foggy sight.
Her phone buzzed once again and she picked it up this time. Yoongi's voice floated from the other side.
"Hey, are you okay? You haven't been-"
"I'm fine oppa..." she sighed. Trying not to let her frustration out. "Did Jimin leave?"
"No...he's here." Yoongi sighed as well. Sensing her mood. "Go home. I'll tell the security to let Taehyung stay in."
She hummed and cut the call right after. It'll be better if Taehyung just stays with her tonight since she can't think of a way to distract herself. It all comes back to the dead bodies and flowers. Sickening sweet perfume and Namjoon.
Namjoon...
He was with the others...and before that he was packing and didn't leave the house at all...
Then how did this victim die...
"Namjoon oppa..." she whispered unconsciously and Taehyung turned his attention to her. "He's not-"
"Hm?" He asked.
"He's just a pawn...he's not the culprit..."
"I wouldn't believe anyone that said he is..." Taehyung said and stopped at a red light. Mihyun looked over at him.
"You mean?"
"He was nervous Mihyun. When I went to his house, he was shaking. It looked like he has a faint heart like most people. The one who actually can kill people and then arrange the body like that, has to have a twisted psychological condition. I don't believe Namjoon hyung can do that." He explained the point. She listened and started realizing.
"You're right..." she closed her eyes again. "But the list...Kim Ha Nah and others..." she couldn't help but stress over it. She definitely figured it out right. Then how did this happen?
They arrive at the apartment complex and he parked the car beside Yoongi's. She led the way for him after the security checked his name and made sure he's the only outsider.
They got on the elevator but when she was about to press the button, the receptionist came running towards her. She was surprised for a moment.
"Ma'am..." she handed a flower bouquet to her and bowed.
"What's this?" Mihyun asked. The bouquet of Yellow Carnation flowers looked gorgeous but she didn't understand why she gave it to her.
"Someone delivered it for Mr. Min." She said and the elevator doors closed.
"Must be from his fan..." Taehyung took the bouquet from her but a card fell on floor in process. She picked it up.
"Mission Failed"
Her heart skipped a beat as she read the card. When she looked at the flowers, she understood who it was from.
"It's from him..." she shakily said. She pulled her phone out and dialed Seokjin's number as he's the only person that popped in her mind right now. After a few rings, he answered.
"Yes sweetheart?"
"Someone dropped a bouquet at Yoongi oppa's house. And I think it's from him..."
"What?!"
"Can you please check if the other three people on the list received anything anonymous?"
"I'll check. And love, please call me if anything happens...is Taehyung with you?"
"Yeah..."
"Good. Keep him I'll check."
She put the phone down and looked at Taehyung. "Oppa told me to keep you..."
"Why do you need to keep me I'm all yours anyway..." he smiled a little making the girl smile as well.
"Go wash up. You got wet in rain back there." She put her bag down and watched at he sat the bouquet down on the table.
That crazy ass fucker really took the risk to deliver this here. What does he want...
"Um...what should I wear?" Taehyung poked his head in her sight and she chuckled.
"Check oppa's closet. You'll find everything you need..." she pointed the direction to Yoongi's room. "And don't open any papers or stuff. He'll be real mad."
"Nope...I should respect my idol's privacy." He nodded and disappeared into Yoongi's room.
"What did the note say?" She asked while plating the food that arrived. Her shoulder supporting the phone on her ear.
"Mission aborted." Seokjin informed. "All three of them received one. Sung Joon even reported it to the local station. They were confused."
"As expected..." she thought again. "But how did he know that we figured it out? It was only between us three. You me and officer Hoseok!" She felt a hand sneaking around her waist. She was pulled back and her back rested on Taehyung's chest as he peeked over her shoulder at the food.
"I was thinking that too...how did that leak?"
"I can't-" she stopped when Taehyung leaned a bit more. Pressing her on the counter while looking at her innocently. A not so innocent smile playing all over his face. She rolled her eyes at him. "Tae, I'm talking to your brother, can you not?"
"Oh? Is that brat bothering you sweetheart?" Seokjin scoffed. "Hand the phone let me teach him..."
"Teach what?" She asked but he snatched the phone.
"Hyung...good night..." Taehyung put the phone down and went back to staring at her.
"Come on now..." she pushed him off and took the plates to the table for them to eat. He pouted but followed behind. Flopping across to her on the seat. "What?" She laughed at him sulking like that.
He took a fork and stuffed his mouth before talking, "Nominn..." (nothing)
"Tae! You literally look and sound like a baby right now..." she laughed harder and it made him stop chewing.
"Yeah right, baby..." he rolled his eyes once more like the sassy bitch he is.
"Why? You wanna fuck me that much?!"
He choked at her choice of words. Barely not falling off of the chair. She pressed her mouth with her hands to supress the laugh.
"Yah!" He blurted out when he finally stopped coughing. Not like he's never been this embarrassed by this girl. He sometimes mentally slaps himself. "I really wanna get in your brain to know what goes on in there..."
She smirked and side checked him. Measuring imaginary lines with her fingers. He shuddered at her expression when she winked at him. Too flustered and embarrassed to not be red.
But then her expression suddenly changed and she put her hand down. Realizing the fact.
"What happened?" He asked out of concern.
"You want to get in my head to know..." she repeated his words in her way. "...To get in there to know..." she said again.
Both their gazes shifted to her phone that's kept on the kitchen counter. A chill ran down her spine. This makes complete sense.
"I'll check..." Taehyung got up and brought the phone to the table. Turning it off and then opening the sim slots. Not so surprisingly, there sat a bug that's been used to tap her calls and texts.
"I'm so fucking dumb..." she kicked on the couch out of frustration. Blood boiling in anger. "I should've-"
"There's no way you'd have known." Taehyung said. Calming her down a bit. "What worries me is the killer was this close to you all this time..." he mentioned the phone.
"I don't even start a conversation with strangers Tae!" She shouted out.
"Mihyun...calm the fuck down!" He himself was frustrated. Not only the killer attacked her brother and hurt her, She's been followed around and kept eyes on all the time. That just gives him one more reason to claw life out of that bastard.
Mihyun took a deep breaths to stop shouting and just sit down. Her hand messing up her own hair as pulling those out wasn't an option. As Taehyung took his seat back, he sighed and looked at the turned off phone.
"You sure you didn't meet any stranger? Or never lost your phone?" He asked slowly.
"I'm like a thousand percent sure..." she put emphasis on her words to make it clear that things like that never happened.
"Then..." he looked up to meet her eyes and it all clicked together. As if she read his mind with an eye contact.
"It's either a pawn..." she mumbled. "...or someone really close to us..."
"But who?" He sounded hurt. The feeling of betrayal rising.
"We have to find that out..."
--- To Be Continued ---
A
/N : Y'all reading this, I'm telling you, you would want to kill me after this ends 🐸
Btw, I can't explain how much I laughed watching this episode today I mean-
Huh 😤 V my athlete crush now. No one touch me ✊💌
Byeeeee 💌