Crazily In Love With a Psychopath

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"Yoongi-ah! Can you deliver these snacks to the gymnasium, please?" Mr. Kang says to Yoongi who was busy solving a math problem.

Yoongi shot him a look. "Why me again, Mr. Kang? I swear to god, you always make me do things." He says before grabbing the paper bag that was filled with snacks.

"Hehe, thanks Yoongles. Jimin's scary sometimes, you know?" Mr. Kang whispered, enough for the students to not hear. "Have you seen him chuckling over nothing? Smiling to a wall? But ehh, I don't mind those as long as he's slaying." He says as he turns back to his computer.

Yoongi heads out the room and headed to the gymnasium. What was Mr. Kang talking about? Jimin chuckles over nothing? Smiling to a wall? Sounds crazy.

He opened the door of the gymnasium as he spotted Jimin walking again like a model. He posed for a bit, before sneaking his hands to the woman's waist-it was his partner, and she was equally beautiful as Jimin.

This made Yoongi a little bit jealous. He cleared his throat as the trainer looked over him as he smiled wildly. "At last! Snackkks! Come on, guys. Let's take a break!"

Jimin went over to Yoongi to help him carry the bag as he placed it on a table. "Just gonna head out for a bit, Mr. Song." He says before pulling a pack of cigarettes in his pocket as Mr. Song just lets him be. He didn't want to argue with Jimin. Last time he did, he could swore he saw his pupils dilate like a fucking demon.

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Jimin leaned against the rooftop railing, the smoke from his cigarette curling into the air. The setting sun cast a warm glow across his face, highlighting the contours of his sharp features. Yoongi, standing beside him, couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions as he watched Jimin with an intensity he hadn't expected.

"You seriously need to stop smoking, Jimin-ah," Yoongi said, his voice tinged with concern as he observed Jimin lighting up.

Jimin took a long drag, his eyes following the smoke as he blew it out. He looked over at Yoongi, his gaze softening. "You know, sometimes I just need something to take the edge off."

Yoongi nodded but couldn't shake off the feeling that something was different about Jimin today. The way the evening light played across his face made him look almost ethereal.

Jimin's eyes lingered on Yoongi, taking in his mint hair that fell perfectly over his forehead, his lips that were pink and inviting, and the way his eyes caught the fading sunlight. "Y-You're so pretty," Jimin said suddenly, his voice almost a whisper. He stuttered again.

Yoongi's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. "W-What are you talking about?"

Jimin chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I never wanted to model, Yoongi. But when you told me that modeling would make me look good, I thought, why not? So, I took Mr. Kang's offer."

Yoongi was taken aback by the admission. "I-Is that so?"

"Yeah," Jimin said, stepping closer and tucking a strand of Yoongi's hair behind his ear. "Do you know how beautiful you look when the moonbeams hit your skin? And when the sun's rays touch you just right?"

Yoongi's heart raced at Jimin's words. He felt a fluttering sensation in his chest, a mix of happiness and nervousness. He turned slightly to hide his flushed cheeks but couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face. "Jimin, you-"

Jimin cut him off, his tone turning tender. "I've never seen anyone like you before. You make everything seem more vibrant, more... alive. I guess, in a way, you inspire me."

Yoongi's breath caught in his throat, the sincerity in Jimin's voice making him even more bashful. "You really think that?"

Jimin nodded, his gaze steady. "Absolutely. And you don't need to do anything special to be amazing. Just being you is enough."

Yoongi's cheeks were now a bright red, and he looked down, trying to compose himself. "Y-You're making me blush."

Jimin's smile widened, his eyes twinkling with genuine warmth. "Good. I'm glad I can make you feel that way. It's a nice change from all the cold, detached stuff I usually say."

Jimin looked at him again.

"Y-You're so beautiful-mmfff," with that Yoongi shut him with a kiss, cupping Jimin's cheeks.

Jimin's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he seemed to melt into the touch, his breath catching in his throat.

The kiss started slow, tentative, but quickly built in intensity. Jimin's gasp was swallowed by Yoongi's lips as their mouths moved together in a heated rhythm. Yoongi's tongue traced the curve of Jimin's lips, coaxing them open.

Jimin responded eagerly, his lips parting to allow Yoongi's tongue inside. Yoongi tasted the faint hint of smoke mingled with the sweetness of Jimin. His hands roamed to Yoongi's waist, pulling him closer, feeling the smooth fabric of Yoongi's shirt under his fingers. As Jimin's hands slipped beneath the shirt, he encountered the warmth of Yoongi's skin, the muscles tensing under his touch.

Yoongi's grip tightened on Jimin's face, deepening the kiss. His tongue danced with Jimin's in a passionate tango, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Jimin's hands explored Yoongi's back, his fingertips trailing up and down, savoring the feel of soft skin and the faint tremors of Yoongi's response.

Jimin's kiss was fervent, his desire evident as he pulled Yoongi's body flush against his own. He traced the contours of Yoongi's back with increasing urgency, his touch both gentle and demanding. The kiss became a heated exchange of longing and need, their bodies pressed tightly together, the heat between them intensifying.

Yoongi's moans were muffled against Jimin's lips as he responded with equal fervor, his hands finding their way to Jimin's hair, tangling in the soft strands. The kiss was a storm of passion, their lips and tongues moving together in a rhythm that left them both breathless.

Eventually, they pulled back slightly, their foreheads resting against each other, both panting heavily. The night air felt cool against their flushed faces. Yoongi's eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. Jimin's expression was one of intense longing, his gaze locked with Yoongi's.

"Yoongi," Jimin whispered, his voice husky, "I-"

Yoongi silenced him with another soft, lingering kiss, their breaths mingling as their lips moved together in a slow, tender exploration.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were left in a dazed, euphoric state. "Y-You taste like strawberries,"

And Taehyung's tasted like peaches.

With that, Jimin exactly knew. Yoongi was the one who locked him in the janitor's room that day.