I Need U: A BTS Yandere Story

Epilogue: Yandere No More, Right?

Jimin's POV

I step into Yoongi's home studio and close the door behind me, watching as he diligently works at the soundboard. He's sitting in the black office chair with his back turned to me. A beat I recognize plays out through the speakers. Yoongi has been working on it for the past few days, almost nonstop, and I think he deserves a break. I come up behind him and put my hands on his shoulders, giving him a massage. He laughs and smiles up at me. "Jimin, what are you doing?" he asks.

"Giving you a break," I respond. "You've been working nonstop for hours, and it's very late. You shouldn't go too much without sleep."

Yoongi sighs and looks back at the soundboard. "Okay. I'm just going to finish editing this part, then we can cuddle." He goes back to editing the sound clip I just heard a moment ago. But when he starts to do even more work, I kiss his cheek, knowing it'll make him stop what he's doing so he can trap me into his arms for a long time. And sure enough, Yoongi lets out his signature giggle, turns around, stands up, and takes me into his arms. He leads me over to the couch and sits down. I lay down and rest my head on Yoongi's lap, but I can't get comfortable.

Yoongi seems to pick up on this because then he gives me a loving look. "Jimin, try laying on your back. It'll feel more comfortable if you do that."

I do as I'm told. Then I notice the difference immediately. Yoongi begins to stroke my hair with his hands. "You're right, Yoongi. This does feel better."

Yoongi chuckles, then kisses my forehead. "So Momo was doing my makeup earlier."

I give Yoongi a funny look. Momo has always been very feminine and girly. She loves hair and makeup especially, but she's never tried it out on any of us. Maybe Yoongi is her first test subject. Next will probably be me, Taehyung, or Jungkook. Either way, I know I'm looking forward to it. "What kind of makeup did she use?" I ask.

"Just some foundation and a little bit of highlight," Yoongi says. He zips his hoodie up and fixes the lion head necklace on his neck, probably feeling anxious. As he puts his hands back on my hair again, he gives me a serious look. "Do you know what she asked me as she was doing my makeup?"

I look up at Yoongi, feeling confused. "I don't know. What?"

Yoongi looks at the door, as if he's worried Momo might hear us, even though she's asleep in her room. "She asked me what a mental hospital was."

I look into Yoongi's intense eyes. I don't think he's mad about this. But judging by the look on his face, he seems worried or anxious about something. "Why did she ask that?"

Yoongi continues to stroke my hair, his soft hands occasionally brushing against my face. "She told me she overheard TaeTae and Kookie talking about the time I went to a mental hospital for three months."

"You mean when you went to Tzuyu's house and threatened Taehyung and Jungkook with a knife?"

"Yes," Yoongi says, nodding. "I set her down in my lap, and I told her it's just a hospital like any other one. I know it's not the truth. But she's too young to know that kind of stuff. We'll tell her all about that when she's old enough to understand it."

I smile up at Yoongi, causing him to smile, too. It's moments like this that make me realize we're a great couple together. Yoongi may be a yandere. But he's still a human being with feelings and thoughts. He's an amazing mother, brother, son, and spouse. And I wouldn't want to be with anyone else but him. "You're right," I say, nodding in agreement. "Momo asked a question about something she shouldn't know anything about just yet, and you made a judgment call. I'm sure they'll be more moments like this in the future, but we can work that together as we go along."