𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓡𝓪𝓲𝓷

You never quite understood love.

You sit on the balcony, not caring that the rain is soaking your hair. After the nightclub, Jimin took you back to his penthouse, continuing the night activities there. In total, you went six rounds. Six. Fucking six. You've never met someone with that type of stamina, and you get around a lot. Lust is your main sin despite how many lives you've taken.

The view is gorgeous at night, the rain hitting your skin driving you insane. Rain is the only thing that's always been there for you, that's for damn sure. You don't care that your hair is messy, your bun weak, your dress barely hanging onto your shoulders. New York City may not be the most amazing place in the world, but it has its moments when it's pretty.

"Didn't you get wet enough tonight?" You turn, looking to see Jimin leaning against the doorway, just out of the rain's reach. You decide against replying, instead turning to look out at the city. For the next few moments, there's a heavy silence between the two of you. However, that quickly changes when you feel his body come up next to yours. "You'll catch a cold, you know," he says. 

You let out a small huff. "And you won't?" 

"So rude, sweetheart. Forgetting how you were begging for me mere minutes ago?" 

You shift your eyes to him, admiring his jawline. His eyes are on the view, his now-wet black hair covering his forehead, some of it long enough to cover his eyes. You can't help yourself: you use your hand to slick his hair back, taking the pieces to his forehead and pressing them back on the top of his head.

He turns to face you, raising a brow. "Thank you for tonight," you whisper. Your goal is to seduce him, not to scare him off. Jimin doesn't reply, he simply nods before going back to the view. The rain is loud to say the least, your breathing rushed, the temperature dropping more by the minute.

"You can stay here tonight. I have a guest room," he says. 

You nod. "Thank you again." 

"We can shower together, if you'd like." 

You hesitate. "Sure."

There's a few beats of silence. "Who are you?" 

"Y/n." 

"I know that. I mean who are you," he says, leaning closer. Clearly the question has been eating him up. You notice the way his eyes trace over every detail of your body, the way he seems to want more even though he's already had so much.

"Y/n L/n," you reply, "I've lived here my whole life. Nothing else really to say." 

He waves his hand across the air as if swatting a fly, his eyes narrowing more on your body. "Everyone has a story."

"Oh yeah? Then what's yours?" 

He chuckles. "I asked you first." 

You meet his eyes. He stares at you like nothing else matters, his gaze almost scaring you. You have to remind yourself this is a merciless killer, otherwise you'll get lost in the beauty that is Park Jimin. You shake yourself out of it, looking at the view. "I haven't even been alive that long, but it already feels like I'm old," you say instead, diverting the topic away from your life story. "I've only loved twice, funnily enough. I preferred to just sleep around and see if anything changed." 

"Did it?" 

You sigh. "Never. Not even once."

There's a beat of silence. "Is that what you were hoping for in me?" 

"I'm sorry?" 

"Change." 

You dryly chuckle without thinking about it. "Did you want to be that change?" 

He scans your body, licking his lips. "I wouldn't count on me if I were you," he replies. Although you're disappointed deep down, you move away. Only by a couple inches, but enough to be noticed by him. Such a subtle movement, but it causes him to frown nonetheless.

"I've never been in love," he suddenly says. You don't reply, you just let him speak. "I've only been in lust." 

You slowly nod, letting your head tilt. "I'm normally the same way," you say, glancing down. More silence fills the air, the rain masking any noise your bodies make as the night seems to carry on forever.

For several minutes, the two of you stand there, alone, in the rain. The moonlight and the light from inside illuminating your bodies, your dress about to fall off at this point but you don't care. All that matters is feeling the rain. You close your eyes, looking up, letting the droplets bounce off your skin.

"I've always loved rain," you whisper, not even meaning to say it out loud. You peek at him, fluttering your eyes open. He's just... watching you. His irises observe your every movement, him raising a single brow as you step forward. "I'm taking a shower. Join me if you want."

Without another word, you turn on your heel and march away, not sparing him a second glance. He stares at you as you go, but you don't turn to meet his gaze, you simply keep walking. Your heart is beating faster than usual, your skin tingling. What the hell is going on? What's wrong with you? Rain has always been the only thing that made you feel alive, but now that's changed. And Park Jimin is the cause of that change...