Crazily In Love With a Psychopath

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Taehyung puts a strand behind his ear as he parked his bike on the near parking spot just behind the corner as he headed to the convenience store.

The boy had a blonde, slightly curled hair; it fits his face perfectly.

Taehyung is one of the richest kids in the university, along with the two Kims, was the wealthiest of them all. Despite his wealth and jewelry, he remained grateful and humble, never one to brag about how rich he was.

"Ah, yakult! Just what I wanted. Craving since morning," he muttered to himself before grabbing it and heading to the counter to pay.

He was busy blasting his music in his AirPods, slightly bashing his head when a beat dropped, as he headed out of the store. Suddenly, he bumped into a strong chest, causing him to fall over along with his yakult.

"Y-Yah! Watch where you're going, you fuck—" Taehyung started to yell but stopped mid-sentence when he looked up at the boy who was staring down at him.

Jimin stood there, his orange hair catching the sunlight and adding an ethereal glow to his already striking features. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a simple white t-shirt, paired with ripped black jeans and combat boots. A chain hung from his pocket, and a tattoo peeked out from under his sleeve. His eyes were dark and piercing, and his expression was cold and indifferent.

Taehyung was mesmerized, unable to spill out any more words. The sight of Jimin took his breath away.

Jimin continued to stare down at Taehyung, showing no sign of helping him up. After a moment, he simply turned and walked away, leaving Taehyung on the ground.

"Y-yah!! Come back here, you... you... handsome fucker," Taehyung whispered, still in a daze.

But Jimin didn't look back. He walked off, disappearing into the crowd, leaving Taehyung sitting on the ground, his heart pounding and his mind racing.

Taehyung picked himself up, dusting off his clothes. His yakult was spilled, but that was the least of his concerns now.

"W-Who does he think he is..." he muttered to himself before walking out with his bike.

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The next day during recess, Taehyung couldn’t stop thinking about the rude orange-haired boy who didn’t even bother to help him. As he sat with his friends, he finally brought it up.

"Guys, you'll never believe what happened to me yesterday," Taehyung started, earning the attention of his hyungs. "This rude orange-haired boy bumped into me and didn't even bother to help me up!"

His friends immediately began to laugh and tease him.

"Really, Tae? Getting all worked up over a little bump?" Jin chuckled, shaking his head.

"You should have seen his face! I was on the ground, and he just walked off like I was nothing," Taehyung said, his frustration evident.

Yoongi, who was listening intently, suddenly nudged Taehyung. "Orange hair? You mean that fucking guy?" He pointed directly to a guy with orange hair sitting a few tables away.

Jimin was wearing a loose white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the tattoos that decorated his forearms. His jeans were ripped at the knees, and he had a few rings on his fingers. The casual yet edgy look made him stand out even more.

Taehyung’s eyes widened, and he frantically nodded. "Yes, hyung! It’s him. That handsome motherfucker—"

Yoongi interrupted, "That's the same boy I talked to last time, and he was completely rude to me too! Ugh, the nerve of that boy!"

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "So, we have a new student who’s making enemies already, huh?"

Hoseok laughed. "I have to meet this guy. He seems to have made quite an impression on both of you."

Taehyung groaned. "It's not funny, hyung. He just walked away like I was invisible."

Jungkook, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. "Maybe he's just shy. Or maybe he's got his own issues."

Yoongi shook his head. "Shy or not, that attitude won't get him far."

Taehyung glanced over at Jimin again, his curiosity mixed with frustration. "Well, whatever it is, I don't like him."

As the group continued to discuss Jimin, a student approached their table, visibly distressed. He looked directly at Namjoon, the president of the school, and interrupted their conversation.

"Namjoon hyung, we have a serious problem," the student said, his voice trembling slightly.

Namjoon straightened up, sensing the urgency. "What is it?"

"One of the students, Jinsoo, has been missing since yesterday. His friends haven't seen him, and he's not answering any calls or messages. We need to take action immediately."

The atmosphere around the table grew tense. Namjoon’s expression turned serious. "Are you sure he hasn't been in contact with anyone?"

The student nodded. "Yes, we've checked with everyone who knows him. It's like he just vanished."

Yoongi frowned, trying to connect the dots. "Wait, you mean the same Jinsoo who was always causing trouble around the campus?"

Namjoon nodded slowly, processing the information. "Yes, that's him. But regardless of his behavior, we need to find him."

Hoseok leaned in, his voice low. "Do we know where he was last seen?"

The student shook his head. "No, there's no clear information. Some say he was seen leaving the university grounds, but it's all vague."

Namjoon stood up, his leadership instincts kicking in. "Alright, we need to organize a search. We’ll notify the authorities and gather as much information as we can. Everyone needs to stay calm, but we also need to act fast."

Jin, always the voice of reason, added, "We should also check the security footage around the campus. It might give us some clues."

Jungkook, who had been silent, finally spoke up. "I'll help with the search. We can't just sit here and do nothing."