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"Have you seen him?"
"He came in here, but then left again." Yoongi shrugged.
Jin twisted the door knob, exiting the room. He stormed down the hall, as his chest hit another.
"Do you know how much tro-"
"Jin, you need to listen to me."
"No, it's YOU that needs to listen to me."
"Why are you so damn loud?" Jimin whispered, looking at the people staring.The workers snickered. It's like they wanted to see him get scolded for all the cruel words he spat at them.
"Because everything I say goes in one ear and out the other!" Jin continued to yell.
"Just give me a chance to speak, it's far more important than my sailor mouth."
Jin sighed, gesturing Jimin to talk.
"I need to show you something." Jimin whispered in his ear. Jin moved his head back, his nose scrunched.Jimin rolled his eyes, and walked Jin to the freezer.
"I swear Jimin, if this is about the missing hot pockets, I'll kill you."
"It's not hyung, it's serious." He placed his hand on the lever.
"I saw someone in the freezer." He added, with a whisper.
"What were you doing in the freezer?" Jin asked.
"Hiding from you, but that's not important." Jimin's hand twisted the metal bar, until the door opened. He gulped as he reached for the light.
Jin stood expressionless, although his face was pale. He quickly pulled Jimin from the doorway, and shut it.
"I'm calling the authorities, don't say anything to anyone."
Jimin nodded. He and Jin both knew that wouldn't happen.
"Go back to your room. I'll try to handle this without getting the court involved." Jin went the other direction, grabbing guards.
"So, I do have good use." Jimin smiled to himself. He walked into the storage room, pulling out rope and an axe.
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"Sir, can't we handle it any differently?"
"What I say goes."
"They're amateurs. They don't know how court procedures work." Jin tried to convince him.
"Then they'll learn."
"Sir I'm telling you. One of them might plead guilty by accident. They are quite the unintelligent group of people."
"My word's final. We'll start at noon in the gathering hall. We'll take it from here."
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"Hey little birdie.You stuck too?"
"Hoseok, I'm here to save you." Jimin stepped onto the roof.
"Not with that, you're not." His eyes went wide.
"It's to cut the rope, calm down." Jimin dropped the rope on the roof.
"What took you so long? I've been talking to a damn bird."
"Hey same here."
Jimin brought the axe to the little space between Hoseok's leg and the roof. He measured the distance, slowly bringing the axe back and forth.
"No no no, you said it's for the rope."
"I knew you'd freak out. Listen i'm just making a bigger space, so you can get your leg out."
Hoseok slapped Jimin's hand as he picked up the axe again.
"Close your eyes then."
He shut his eyes tight, peaking every once in a while. Jimin raised the axe, and forced it through the roof before the whole area cracked.
"Did you tie the rope?"
"No."
The roof collapsed, both of them falling with the debris.
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"What do you mean, court procedure?"
The unfamiliar man wouldn't speak, and motioned for us to follow him. I looked at Tae, with a lack of understanding. Just as we stepped from the door frame, guards surrounded us both. I looked over at the other dorms, they had guards around them as well.
They led us to the conference hall. Trainees, maids, and even workers were surrounded. They sat all the trainees along the row of chairs, near the front. I noticed Jungkook sitting patiently at the end.
"Everyone have a seat please." A man loudly spoke.
"We will treat this as a court procedure, which means-"
The door opened abruptly. Jimin's left arm was wrapped, while Hoseok's leg had a cast. Both their faces were covered with bandages and cuts.
Jin quickly ran over to the two, whispering."Just sit here." he pointed to the chairs next to Yoongi and Namjoon.
"I apologize, continue sir."
The man took his eyes off Jin, and continued to speak. "Which means we will have direct and cross examinations."
I looked at the rows above us, noticing all the government officials from the ballroom. They were all dressed nicely, suits and a matching tie.
"As you may or may not know, Secretary Clarke was found dead this morning in the freezer room."
Gasps were heard from across the room, as the eleven of us glanced at each other. Are they accusing us?
"The killing was done by a knife, which we have not found yet. Our men are currently investigating the crime scene." The man continued to speak.
"I'd like to call the first witness up, Giles Morris." He pointed to one of the guards at the end of the row. He stepped up, and sat in the chair. He placed his hand on the bible that sat on the table.
The man gave him an odd look. "Sir, we haven't sworn testimony since 2607." The men in the crowd snickered at the unintelligent guard.
"Alright, that's enough now. Giles, what did you see?"
The guard cleared his throat. "The last time I saw him, was on Tuesday. He seemed to be in a good mood, as he was greeting everyone that morning. He came up to all of us guards, and told us what a great job we were doing. That's the last time I saw him."
"Thank you. You may return to your seat." The man informed him, continuing to look at the papers in his hands.
"Park Jimin."
The room was silent. Jin pulled Jimin's head up, when he noticed him asleep. He gestured for him to go.
"Have a seat."
Jimin stretched his arms, before sitting down.
"Not in my seat please."
Jimin got up, yawning, as he walked to the chair beside him. I giggled, receiving a couple stares from men near me.
"Park Jimin, you found Clarkes body correct? May you explain what happened?"
"I was hiding from Jin." He pointed, and Jin's face turned a subtle red.
"And I hid in the freezer room, because I knew he wouldn't check there. Little did I know, someone else was there with me." He sat up in his chair.
"Now, Jimin. Tell me how you saw him positioned. Was there blood? Did you see any weapons?"
"Yeah, there was blood. I stepped in it."
"And, how was your relationship with Clarke?"
Jimin cleared his throat. "You want me to be completely honest, because I prepared two versions of this."
The man scratched his head. "Give me the honest version please."
"I remember when his daughter and I- never mind that. He didn't like me all that much. I even remember calling him a bas- okay I think I'm done for now."
"So, you two aren't necessarily on good terms?"
"Weren't." Jimin pointed out. Jin shook his head, sinking into his chair.
"What about the weapons?"
"There weren't any weapons in the room, although I was in there for a short amount of time. You know, now that I think about it.. He's really stupid."
The man narrowed his eyes. "who's stupid?"
"The killer."
"And, why is that?"
"You don't leave the body in sight, you get rid of the damn thing."
The detective was taken aback, his eyebrows raising.
"I'm just saying, that's what I would've done."
The crowd gasped, as chatter filled the room. The man looked around, wiping the bead of sweat off his forehead.
"Alright, alright everyone. Let's settle down." The man waved his hands in the air, silencing the room.
"Jimin, you've had quite the history of trouble, haven't you?"
"I guess you could say that."
"Why is that?"
"I'm not government material."
"Who says that?"
"Every one."
Just as the man was about to speak, a general burst through the door. "This is urgent sir, we have found evidence."
"On my way." he whispered, then turned to the people. "Alright, ten minute break."
Jimin walked over to to his original seat, laying his head on the table again. Jin lifted him by his hair.
"What the hell was that?"
"What." Jimin rubbed his head.
"That's what I would've done." Jin quoted him.
"It's true." Jimin shrugged his shoulders.
"Are you mental? That's not what you say to a detective."
"Jin. I'm helpless and injured, leave me alone." He slammed his head onto the table, falling into a light sleep.
"Jin sir." one of the men motioned him over. He quickly got up, straightening his tie.
"What is it?"
"We found the knife, and traced the finger prints."
"And, who is it?"
"Kim Taehyung."