namkook psycho

Jimin and Jungkook

Jimin's POV

Hi, I'm Park Jimin, 17 years old. I'm sure you know what I did to Jungkook while he described my yoongi. Yoongi is my everything. I tried to make him jealous multiple times but I couldn't get any reaction from him, and here I thought he likes me too. He always goes to Namjoon everytime I approached him, and surely, it pissed me off.

I wonder what they are doing teasing each other, and he even makes my yoongi blush. Yoongi is being touchy with him too. I know that namjoon and yoongi are best friends along with jin, and hoseok, also with our mutual friend taehyung. We frequently hang out together and I see Namjoon as a cute and soft when it comes to his friends, well.. even with strangers, but I hate it when he and yoongi are together they looked like an old married couple; thinking about that makes me more jealous because that just shows how close they are.

This man named Jungkook looks innocent but he shit talks yoongi like that... Now that I think about it, I thought I didn't  hear him walking towards me, tsk creepy bastard.

I stayed with him here in the parking lot. Well, I'm already in a bad mood and then he comes up. That's why he's lying on the floor now passed out with a swollen cheek. Damn, my small hands did a lot of damage as usual. I stared at his face, 'hmm not bad at all I thought, he looks good even with a swollen cheek. I can't lift him because he's heavy, I mean he can't be fat so I guess that's his muscles. Oh he woke up--

"What the fuck?"he says while sitting up,

"what?"I said sternly while squatting beside him, he looked at me then slightly flinched,

"Why did you slap me?"he asked, rather calmly rubbing his cheek, I offered him a hand to get up, he accepted it,

"Don't ever insult yoongi, you bastard"I said to him while looking at his eyes directly,

"So his name was yoongi huh?"he muttered, smiling.

"Oi,do you like him too?"I asked him, starting to get angry,

"What?! that's disgusting! No I don't like him for fuck's sake!"he denied quite enthusiastically,

"Well that's good to hear"I said nodding,

". . ."

" . . ."

"Anyway, I'm Park Jimin. Nice to meet you." I said, holding out my hand, breaking the awkward silence.

"Wow, a good thing to say to someone you just slapped. I'm Jeon Jungkook,again." he said sarcastically, then shook my hand,

"We should head home, it's late"I said walking away,

"wait!"he said, stopping me,

"hm?"I looked back at him with questioning eyes,

"We might as well get to know each other...what year are you?(1st year 2nd year,etc.)"he asked quite desperately,

"I'm a first year..wait do you perhaps have a crush on me?"I asked,

"No I certainly don't, I just want to know more about him: Kim namjoon..do you know him?" he asked eagerly,

"Yeah, but first should we go somewhere else? where do you want to go?"I asked,

"My place" he said immediately,

"dude, I don't like you, are you kidnapping me?"I asked him teasingly while hugging my chest,

"I don't like you one bit, never"he said sincerely shaking his head, 'cute' I thought,

"Haha,I know, I'm just kidding. Just wait here I'll get my car.'' I said, then I left.

After I drove to his spot, I saw him waiting in front of a car, I suppose it's his. Then he asked me to follow him before he entered his car.

I arrived at his house, and holy shit! It's huge! like a mansion, I'm pretty sure he's from a wealthy family.

We walked inside and to my surprise it's pretty quiet and no one was around,

"Where's your family?"I asked,

".....They're dead. A long time ago, actually." he said shrugging,

"Oh, I'm sorry. "I said, feeling stupid to have asked him,

"Hm?It's fine, It's a long time ago. I'm completely adjusted now."he said without a hint of sadness, I just looked at him still pitying him,

"Do you want anything?snacks?drinks?"he asked,

"Drinks. Alcohol or beer" I said,

"Alright."He said then he let me sit on his huge kitchen counter, 'Damn he really is rich',

"Here I only have wine."he said, bringing me an obviously expensive wine and wine glass along with some snacks,

"woah! this is expensive and a limited edition!"I exclaimed while scanning the wine bottle,

"argh!don't shout so loudly!"he complained holding his reddened ears, I looked at him, confused,

"What happened?Do you have sensitive hearing?" I asked,

"Tsk, yeah and my sense of smell is quite good too" he said, sighing

"Woah, now I want to know you too.. You can just say everything about you while we're drinking then after, I'll tell you my story too."I suggested, and he nodded.

For the past ten minutes he tells me his story and background, and It's quite disturbing and sad at the same time. Then he ended it after 5 more minutes saying that's all.

"So all of your family's possessions are yours now?" I asked,

"Yeah and that explains this huge ass mansion and that expensive wine"he answered,

"But how can you clean this house then?Do you hire maids?I don't see anyone around." I asked again, 'me and my curiosity, tsk', well this mansion is spotless like 'spotless'

"I hire someone to clean this mansion everytime I go to school 'cause I can't bear hearing them, it's annoying. "he explained boredly,

"What about you?What's your background?"he asked,

"well my background is not that heavy as yours. My name is Park Jimin. I am 17 years old, a first year college student. I do ballet and vocal lessons. Me and my sister are orphans, because my mother died while giving birth to her and my father died because of overwork. After that we entered an orphanage when she was barely 2 years old, and me, 8 years old, no one wants to adopt us because we won't agree to be separated from each other, thus if they want to adopt me they have to take my sister too, and vice versa. When I turned 11, someone adopted us and he said that he just needs an heir because he grew old not marrying anyone, so he trained us how to handle his company in turns so that we can still pursue our dreams, a year later he died leaving us with his will, to inherit his position; with us two, his two heir. Aandddd that's it." I finally said ending my background story,

"So now your sister handles the company too?"he asked with a hint of amazement,

"yeah and she's only 12 years old now and she's more strict than I am," I said laughing.

"She's smart huh?"

"yeah and she started learning about our company when she's only 5 years old. She matured fast due to our situation." I said with a hint of sadness,

"Oh...but it's fine. At Least you and her survived"he said assuringly,

"Yeah"I respond,

We talked until the sun went down. I never knew that I'd meet a new friend and man, he's amazing too. Then he suddenly asked,

"Do you know kim namjoon?"he asked, looking at me eagerly without blinking, expecting me to say something,

"Yes he's my friend."I said breaking eye contact and smiled at my hands as I remember Namjoon and his softness, I admit that sometimes I get jealous of him but no one can deny his effortlessly cute dimples and aura, he's so fine asf. I thought to myself while Jungkook stared at me, smiling at the thought of Namjoon. I suddenly felt cold, and I looked at him slowly.

He's just staring at me, but I feel like in one wrong move, he'll kill me..