Crazily In Love With a Psychopath

16.

The next day, Taehyung was frantically jumping around with excitement. He had just found out that Jimin accepted the offer to be a model for the school.

"Omg, omg, omg! My crush is a model?! Who knew he could be my boyfriend soon?! That would be a dream come true," Taehyung exclaimed.

Namjoon laughed at the blondie. "Shut up, Tae. You're not his type; you're too bubbly. Men don't like bubbly people-"

Jin smacked Namjoon's lips, making him pout. "So what are you saying? That you don't like me? 'Cause I'm sure I'm bubbly as fuck," Jin scolded, as Namjoon just kissed Jin all over.

"Ew! PDA!" Hoseok screamed.

"I should wash my eyes with holy water," Jungkook teased.

Soon enough, Taehyung spotted Jimin entering the cafeteria. He was wearing a black tank top that revealed the intricate tattoos on his arms, paired with ripped skinny jeans and black boots. His ears were adorned with multiple piercings, adding to his bad-boy look.

Taehyung immediately went over to Jimin and clung to him like a koala. "Wah! Never knew you'd be into modeling! I mean, you're great and handsome. Ahh," Taehyung said, gushing.

Jimin sighed, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, well, it wasn't my first choice."

Jimin then noticed that Taehyung wasn't with Yoongi. "Where's Yoongi?" Jimin asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"O-Oh? You're looking for him? Uhm-I don't know, honestly. Maybe he's in the room?" Taehyung replied, slightly disappointed at the other.

Jimin just nodded and exited the cafeteria. He walked down the hallways, making his way to the alleyway when he spotted Yoongi talking to someone.

The boy with Yoongi had pink hair and was stunningly beautiful, with a bright smile that seemed to light up the hallway. Seeing them together made Jimin feel a surge of something unfamiliar-and he didn't like it. He didn't fucking like it.

The pink-haired boy smiled but soon faded when he noticed Jimin standing at the corner, staring darkly. The intensity of Jimin's gaze was scary.

They were like icy daggers, locking onto the pink-haired boy with an intensity that could freeze anyone in their tracks. His pupils seemed to dilate slightly, giving his gaze an almost predatory look, as if he were a wolf sizing up its prey.

The corners of his mouth twitched downward into a subtle yet menacing frown. His usually relaxed features were now taut with barely contained fury, making the veins in his neck and temples subtly throb. The light in the hallway seemed to dim around him, casting eerie shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his cheekbones and jawline.

"O-Okay, Yoongi. I will. I'm gonna go now, bye!"

Jimin's eyes narrowed as he watched the boy walk away. The boy's cheerful demeanor contrasted sharply with Jimin's dark expression, which made Yoongi look up and notice the tension.

"Jimin?" Yoongi called out, taking a step towards him.

Jimin's eyes flicked from the retreating boy to Yoongi. "Who was that?" he asked, his voice cold.

Yoongi shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just a friend. Why do you care?"

Jimin took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him. "No reason. Just curious."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, sensing the underlying tension. "Are you sure? You seem pretty worked up for 'just curious.'"

Jimin scoffed, crossing his arms. "Don't flatter yourself, Yoongi. I just don't like seeing you with... him."

Yoongi smirked, stepping closer to Jimin. "Jealous, are we?"

Jimin rolled his eyes. "In your dreams. Let's go."

Yoongi chuckled, following Jimin down the hallway. "Sure thing, Mr. Model. Lead the way."

------

*Sound of a baseball bat, rustling on the floor*

Jimin smirked when he spotted the pink-haired boy who just exited his apartment building. Jimin didn't take his medicine that night, he was too fucking pissed at that pink bitch. He didn't like when someone talks to his Yoongi like that.

When the boy entered an alley, this was an opportunity for Jimin. He carried his baseball bat, allowing it to rustle on the floor as he picked it up and smash the bat on the pink-haired boy's head.

Jimin's laughter echoed eerily through the narrow alley as the pink-haired boy crumpled to the ground, clutching the back of his head. Blood streamed through his fingers, staining his pale skin and dripping onto the dirty pavement. Jimin's eyes gleamed with a maniacal light as he savored the moment, relishing the fear and pain in the boy's eyes.

"What's the matter? Can't handle a little pain?" Jimin taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. He swung the bat again, this time connecting with the boy's ribs. The sickening crunch of bone breaking filled the air, followed by the boy's agonized scream.

Jimin crouched down beside his victim, gripping the boy's hair and yanking his head back to force him to look into his eyes. "You think you can just talk to Yoongi like that? Like he's yours? You have no idea who you're dealing with," Jimin hissed, his breath hot against the boy's ear.

Without warning, Jimin slammed the boy's head against the brick wall, the impact sending a fresh wave of blood splattering across the rough surface. The boy whimpered, his strength ebbing away as the pain overwhelmed him. Jimin's grin widened, his enjoyment only growing with each pained sound that escaped the boy's lips.

"P-Please s-stop!"

He stood up, towering over the boy, and delivered a savage kick to his stomach, causing him to curl up in a fetal position, gasping for breath. Jimin watched with cold satisfaction, his heart pounding with adrenaline.

With one final, brutal punch to the boy's already battered face, Jimin stood up, wiping the blood off his blade with a handkerchief. He looked down at the broken, bleeding boy one last time, his expression a twisted mask of satisfaction, before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving his victim to the darkness and his own pain.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."