sᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ | ᴍ.ʏɢ +ᴘ.ᴊᴍ

twelve.

Jimin had no idea how he felt, and it scared him. He should hate Yoongi, he should want him dead for all the threats, pain, cruel words. Yet, something, some small part of him was attracted to Yoongi. He didn't know if it was on a sexual level or more. Maybe since hes the only person he's seen for so long...he didn't know but, he had to get rid of it. 

"Yoongi." The blonde looked up at him from the couch, his hair all disheveled from last night. 

"Yeah...?" Jimin sighed, looking at his feet before staring straight at Yoongi from the other side of the couch. 

"What are your f-feelings for me?" The older huffed, parting his legs a bit and patting his lap. Jimin crawled over, perching himself on the boys lap. Yoongi's hands wandered to his waist, lightly playing with the shirt. 

"Jimin, I love you. So, so, so much. You- you make me feel happy and not alone. I- I want to be with you till the day I die..." Jimin pursed his lips a bit annoyed. Yoongi was supposed to say something weird and psychotic, not sweet and lovey dovey. 

"Well...l-lets hope the day you d-die is soon." Yoongi glared at him, his tongue flicking out in annoyance. 

"You know what else I love? I love the pained whimpers you give me, I love the fear in your eyes, I love how you cower away, I love being above you..." That's what Jimin was waiting for. Shit like this. 

"I know. You honestly e-expect me to l-love you after y-you said all that?" Yoongi smirked, his hands moving down to the boys plush ass. 

"Yeah...you will."

"I will never care about you. Never love you. Never, never  want you..." Jimin was quite proud that he didn't stutter, but that wasn't the point. Yoongi's eyes glinted with something evil, something dangerous. 

"Thats okay...because...at least you'll be stuck with me forever." Jimin smirked, his hand grazing Yoongi's cheek. 

"Be careful...forever can e-end sooner than y-you think." 

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"Gentlemen. Thousands of people go missing each year. It's rare to find them when they are kidnapped." Jungkook nodded, his leg bouncing as he listened to the FBI agent speak. "But, if you tell us family names, contacts, anything...we might have a chance."

"Yes...um, we'll bring them in tomorrow." Taehyung spoke, his voice raspy from days of crying. The five boys stood up, ready to leave before the agent called back to them.

"Oh, boys. Every minute counts." Namjoon nodded, thanking the man before leading the boys out of the office. 

"Jungkook, dig through his family contacts. Hoseok, if you could find addresses of these people, I'll track old friends he's had..." Jin whispered, opening the car door for Namjoon before getting in the drivers seat. 

"Alright."

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"What did you do?" 

"What?" Yoongi looked over at Jimin who was curled up with a book in his hands. The small boy sighed, flipping the blanket off of him and glaring at Yoongi. 

"What did y-you do to, you k-know...get yourself in a m-mental prison or whatever...?" Yoongi smirked, putting his beer down and licking his lips. 

"I killed a lot of people, I tortured people, I...I committed arson...a couple other things..." Jimin's eyes widened. He guessed that what Yoongi did was a small thing, not this. 

"Don't forget...r-rape and k-kidnapping..." Yoongi hummed, agreeing with the small boy. Jimin got up, stumbling over to the kitchen to grab a snack. He dug through the fridge, grabbing some fruit before collapsing back on the couch. "You know...I can't j-just sit and do nothing all the time..."

"Do some jumping jacks then." Jimin sighed, eyes widening when Yoongi laughed. Laughed. He smiled a bit at the sound, his eyes watching the boys gummy smile. Yoongi noticed and cocked his head. "What?"

"Oh, nothing...you just have a nice smile." Yoongi blushed, looking down at the ground. 

"It won't work."

"What won't?" Jimin gasped when Yoongi stood up abruptly. 

"Y-you can't fucking say shit like that! It makes me- me think that...I don't know." Jimin also stood up, surprising himself when he walked towards the man. 

"When I s-say nice things...it m-makes you think that I c-could love you back...?" Yoongi nodded, glaring at the boy. Jimin smiled, picking up Yoongi hand and squeezing it. "Well...I won't...so don't worry." 

"Jimin-"

"You know Yoongi. I might h-have given you a fucking chance, if you just didn't m-mention the craziness in the c-cafe. I walked over to you b-because I thought you were a-attractive...but you screwed it up and acted a-all creepy."

"B-but that's who I am...that's me." Jimin looked down, feeling a little bad for what he said. He sighed, letting go of Yoongi's hands and walking towards the stairs. 

"Then I guess it's clear that I won't ever love you for you." With that, the younger walked up the stairs, leaving a hurt and fuming Yoongi to stand in the living room. 

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Jungkook threw down the files, papers scattering across the table, startling Taehyung. The blue haired boy shut the computer and picked up some of the papers. 

"What is this...?" His voice was small when he stared up at Jungkook. 

"Jimin's family hasn't had contact with him in years. They live on the other side of the fucking world."

"So it couldn't have been them..." Hoseok entered the room, throwing down some knew information. 

"It could have been them but its not. No signs of traveling through bank accounts or airport data." Hoseok said, collapsing onto one stools. Taehyung sighed, tears prickling his eyes. 

"I-"

"Not friends either..." Jin said stepping into the room, holding out his phone that was on a call with one of the FBI agents. 

"Guys...Jimin had a lot of viewers for his show..." Namjoon piped up, gulping when Jin glared at him. 

"Your right..." Taehyung opened up the computer, scrambling to get to the site Jimin did his lives on. He opened up to his account and stared at Jimin's username. "Anyone know a possible password?"

"Your signing in under him?" Taehyung nodded, thinking of a password. 

"Um, try Ddosun1013." Taehyung scoffed, looking up at Jungkook judgmentally. 

"Thats too easy." Hoseok sighed, pushing Taehyung out of the way to type the password in. He gasped when it actually worked. Taehyung went to his viewers and scrolled through them, writing down a couple that had 'blocked' next to it or were known for spoiling Jimin. 

"Alright...let's give these to the FBI and they can track them down. Good?" The four others nodded at Jin's words, signing out of Jimin's account and shutting the computer. The only problem for them was 'AgustD' was not on their list. 

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