Crazily In Love With a Psychopath

12

It's been a week since Namjoon's party, and Jimin found himself spiraling into the darkest corners of his mind. On this particular day, September 10, the haunting memories of his girlfriend's death surfaced with unforgiving clarity.

Jimin sat in the corner of his dimly lit room, his knees drawn up to his chest. He rocked back and forth, his mind replaying the horrific scene. He remembered walking into her house, calling her name, and getting no response. He remembered the eerie silence that followed, the growing sense of dread as he ascended the stairs.

When he found her, lifeless and cold, with blood pooling around her, it was as if the world had shattered. The vibrant girl he loved was gone, her life drained away in a grotesque tableau that seared itself into his brain. The image of her pale, lifeless body, the crimson spreading around her, was something he couldn't erase. The horror of that day replayed in his mind, making him feel like he was losing his grip on reality.

Jimin's laughter filled the room, but it was far from joyful. It was a hollow, eerie sound, the laughter of someone teetering on the edge of sanity. His body rocked more violently, his mind a chaotic storm of grief, anger, and confusion.

His mother chose that moment to visit, carrying a bag of fruits and his prescribed medications. She entered the house quietly, but the sight that greeted her made her blood run cold. Jimin, her only son, was in the corner, laughing to himself, the sound sending shivers down her spine.

"J-Jimin..." she called out softly, trying to mask her fear with a forced cheeriness. "I-I brought you the medicines and some fruits! Take your medicines, okay baby mimi? Please?"

Jimin's laughter stopped abruptly. His eyes, wild and unfocused, snapped to his mother. His blood boiled with a mixture of rage and frustration. He stood up slowly, his movements deliberate and menacing.

"What are you doing here, Mom?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

"I-I just wanted to check on you, to make sure you're okay," she stammered, her hands trembling as she held out the bag. "Please, take your medicines, Jimin. They can help you."

Jimin's eyes narrowed. "Please leave me alone. I can manage myself. And I am not crazy."

His mother flinched at the venom in his voice. "Jimin, baby, please. I just want to help you. I love you."

"Then leave me alone," he hissed, stepping closer to her. "I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's help."

She felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. She wanted to take him to a therapist, a rehab, anywhere that could help him, but she knew he wouldn't agree. She didn't want to lose her only son, but she didn't know how to help him anymore.

"Okay, Jimin," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'll go. But please, take care of yourself."

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Taehyung and Yoongi sat alone in Yoongi's living room. Taehyung was mindlessly scrolling through Jimin's Instagram account. It was painfully obvious that Taehyung had a crush on Jimin, and it drove Yoongi crazy. He didn't want Taehyung crushing on some damn arrogant guy.

"Yah! Are you stalking Jimin again?" Yoongi asked, annoyance clear in his voice.

"True! Gosh, have you seen his grey hair?" Taehyung replied, his eyes glued to his phone screen.

Yoongi shot him a confused look before getting up and moving beside Taehyung to see the phone.

On the screen was a picture of Jimin with striking grey hair, styled perfectly to complement his sharp features. His hair fell slightly over his forehead, giving him an ethereal, almost otherworldly look. His piercing eyes and lips made him look both dangerous and irresistible.

"Wow? Now you're interested?" Taehyung teased, nudging Yoongi with his elbow.

"Interested in what? Your creepy obsession?" Yoongi shot back, rolling his eyes.

"It's not creepy! I mean, look at him! He's practically a model," Taehyung said, grinning.

"Yeah, a model for arrogance and bad attitudes," Yoongi muttered.

"You're just jealous because you can't pull off grey hair like he can," Taehyung taunted, sticking his tongue out.

"Jealous? Please. I have better things to do than dye my hair every week," Yoongi retorted, crossing his arms.

Taehyung laughed, scrolling through more pictures. "Oh, come on. Admit it, Yoongi. He looks good."

"Fine, he looks good. Happy?" Yoongi conceded begrudgingly.

"Very," Taehyung replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

They continued to bicker playfully as Taehyung scrolled through Jimin's various hair colors—blonde, pink, blue, and more. Each photo showcased Jimin's ability to pull off any look with effortless style.

But then they both froze. On the screen was Jimin with jet-black hair, his forehead exposed, making him look impossibly sexy. The intensity of his gaze and the confidence in his expression had both of them squealing like crazy teenagers.

"Oh my God, look at him!" Taehyung exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement.

"How can someone look that good with any hair color?" Yoongi said, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen.

As they continued scrolling, they stumbled upon a post that left them both speechless. It was a picture of Jimin smiling brightly, his genuine happiness radiating from the screen. His hand was wrapped around a girl's waist, and he had no tattoos. This was a different Jimin, one who looked carefree and deeply content.

"Wow. He looked like this?" Taehyung whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Yoongi didn't respond. Is this why he was so damn piercing cold? He thoughts.