Crazily In Love With a Psychopath

14

“No fucking way, Mr. Kang,” Jimin said, crossing his arms and glaring at the older man kneeling in front of him.

“Pleaseeee, Jimin? We need you. Our university needs you!” Mr. Kang pleaded, looking up with a desperate expression.

Jimin raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Me? Joining a pageant? That’s downright bullshit.”

“The model we had already graduated. It’s time for someone new! You fit! You’re handsome! No homo!” Mr. Kang said, his hands clasped together in a begging gesture.

Jimin’s irritation flared. “No way in hell. Go find someone else. You’re making my blood boil.”

Mr. Kang stood up, his face flushed with urgency. “Jimin, think about it! This is a huge opportunity for you. It’s not just about the pageant—it’s about representing our university. You’re perfect for this role.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, turning away slightly. “I don’t give a damn about representing the university. I have better things to do than prance around in some pageant. Why don’t you ask one of those pretty boys in the arts department?”

Mr. Kang sighed heavily, running a hand through his thinning hair. “We need someone with a strong presence, someone who can really make an impact. You have the look and the charisma. And honestly, you’d be great for the position.”

Jimin scoffed, not buying it. “Charisma? The last thing I want is to be paraded around like a trophy. I’m not interested, Mr. Kang. Find someone else who’s actually into this kind of thing.”

“But Jimin,” Mr. Kang persisted, clearly not ready to give up. “This is a big deal. There’s a lot at stake here. It could really boost your profile, help with future opportunities—”

“I don’t need my profile boosted by wearing some stupid sash,” Jimin cut him off, his tone icy. “I have my own plans, and this isn’t part of them.”

Mr. Kang’s eyes widened in frustration. “You’re being unreasonable! Think of it as a favor for the university. It’s not just about you; it’s about representing the community.”

Jimin’s expression hardened. “I don’t owe the university anything. I do what I want, when I want. And right now, I don’t want to do this. So stop wasting your breath.”

Mr. Kang’s face fell, his desperation turning to resignation. “You’re really not going to reconsider?”

Jimin shook his head firmly. “No. I’m done here. Find someone else or cancel the pageant. I don’t care.”

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Yoongi spotted Jimin sitting alone on a bench just outside the university, the smoke from his cigarette drifting lazily into the air. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the campus. Yoongi made his way over, swatting at the smoke that hung in the air.

“Not good for your health, Jimin,” Yoongi said, taking a seat beside him.

Jimin glanced up, his expression cold. “Go fuck yourself, Yoongi.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow but chose to sit down next to him. “Rough day?”

Jimin took another drag of his cigarette, exhaling slowly. “You could say that.”

Yoongi looked at Jimin, noting his irritated demeanor. “You know, you don’t have to be such a dick about everything.”

Jimin chuckled dryly. “And you don’t have to be so nosy. I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“Well, I’m giving it anyway,” Yoongi said, leaning back on the bench. “It seems like you’ve been in a bad mood all week. Something happen?”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Just dealing with stupid shit.”

Yoongi nodded, understanding Jimin’s frustration but not really knowing what to say. “Like what?”

“Nothing that concerns you,” Jimin replied curtly, flicking the ash off his cigarette.

Yoongi let out a sigh. “Alright, fine. I just thought you might want to talk about it.”

Jimin’s gaze remained distant, his demeanor as icy as ever. “I don’t need to talk about it. I just need to be left alone.”

Yoongi looked at him for a moment, his own frustration beginning to bubble up. “You know, sometimes being alone doesn’t help. It just makes things worse.”

Jimin’s expression didn’t change. “Thanks for the advice, but I’m not in the mood for your therapy session.”

Yoongi shook his head, feeling a mix of concern and irritation. “Whatever, Jimin. Just… try not to burn yourself out. You’re not doing yourself any favors sitting here like this.”

Jimin didn’t respond, choosing instead to focus on his cigarette. The silence stretched between them, Yoongi feeling more and more out of place. "So... I heard Mr. Kang chose you as a model for the school. Did he tell you already?"

"Fuck him for that. I can't take modeling shit. What am I going to do? Pose? Wear make up?" Jimin says, groaning.

"Oh? You rejected the offer? That's too bad. You'd probably look really good being a model." Yoongi says, standing up, leaving Jimin there.

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"Alright, I'm gonna do it." Jimin says as Mr. Kang swore he saw the heavens with the angels singing hallelujah. He