Crazily In Love With a Psychopath

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It had been a week since Yoongi saw the bottle of pills on Jimin's bathroom. He shook it off though since he thinks it was just his mom's or one of his friends.

The whole school knows about Jimin and Yoongi being together. Because how could they not? Jimin was all over him. He would kiss his baby on the cheek whenever Yoongi's being grumpy.

Although PDA was really discouraged, the teachers that sees them didn't bother to confront Jimin. They were hella scared of the boy.

"Do you know Park Jimin? Mr. Kang is his adviser," Mrs. Lee says to her colleague.

"Yeah! The one with the pretty face that won the crown? How could I not?" Mrs. Lim says, sipping her coffee as Mr. Kang butts in.

"He's handsome, right? No homo hahaha. I wonder if his mom and dad high fives everytime they see their son for creating a handsome man." Mr. Kang says with his weird jokes again. "Though, there's just something eerie about him."

Mrs. Lim and Mrs. Lee stopped what they were doing as they neared their heads to each other. "What? Like him chuckling to himself? Like, what the hell? There's nothing funny!" Mrs. Lee says, holding her finger up.

"Yeah, not only that. I saw him smiling to a wall before. Creepy as hell." Mr. Kang whispered.

"Girl, mine's even worse! I saw him talking to himself?" Mrs. Lim says, sipping his coffee again.

Mr. Kang just chuckled. "Aish, we're just overthinking things. He's a great guy! Don't be so backstabby! He brought back the crown after 10 effin' years!"

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Yoongi was hunched over a math book, helping his classmate with a particularly tricky problem. The classmate, who had been struggling for a while, seemed to appreciate Yoongi's patience and skill.

"Wow, Yoongi, you make this look so easy," the classmate said, flashing a charming smile. "I really need someone like you around to keep me on track. Maybe we could hang out sometime?"

Yoongi shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I don't think that's a good idea. I have a lot of work to do."

The classmate leaned in a bit closer, his tone playful. "Oh, come on. It's not every day I get to spend time with someone as brilliant as you. How about we grab a coffee after school? It'll be a nice break from all this studying."

Yoongi's cheeks flushed slightly, and he glanced around, feeling the pressure. "I really appreciate the offer, but I actually have a boyfriend."

The classmate raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "A boyfriend, huh? That's a shame. But you know, there's nothing wrong with having a little extra company. It could be just a friendly outing."

Yoongi's discomfort grew. "I'm really happy with my boyfriend. I don't think it'd be right to spend time like that with anyone else."

The classmate chuckled softly, undeterred. "Who's your boyfriend, anyway? The bald one?"

Yoongi almost laughed, realizing he was referring to Namjoon and his buzz cut. "No! What the hell are you talking about? I thought everyone knew this?"

"Then who is it? I bet he's just crusty and musty with bad odor, pfft." His classmate said, almost chuckling to himself.

Yoongi smirked, spotting his boyfriend entering the room. "You wanna know?" he asked. He pointed to Park Jimin, now with his sleek black hair. "That's my boyfriend."

Jimin, noticing the exchange, approached with a slow, deliberate stride. His eyes locked onto the classmate, a chilling smile curling on his lips. "Hey, babe," he said, his voice low and dangerously sweet as he wrapped an arm possessively around Yoongi's waist.

The classmate's smirk faltered as he met Jimin's intense gaze. "Oh, uh, hi," he stammered, trying to keep his composure.

Jimin's smile widened, revealing a hint of menace. "I hope you weren't bothering my Yoongi. He's quite precious to me," he said, his voice dripping with a sinister edge.

The classmate swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Jimin's stare. "N-no, just talking, that's all."

Jimin's grip on Yoongi tightened, his eyes never leaving the classmate's. "Good. Because if anyone tries to get too close to him, well, let's just say I don't take kindly to that," he whispered, his tone both threatening and eerily calm.

Yoongi, feeling the tension, gently placed a hand on Jimin's chest. "It's fine, Jimin. Let's just go."

Jimin's eyes flickered with a dark amusement as he glanced down at Yoongi. "Of course, baby," he purred, then looked back at the classmate, his smile now a full-blown creepy grin. "Remember what I said."

The classmate nodded quickly, stepping back. "Yeah, sure. No problem."

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"L-Look, I'm not looking for trouble here," the boy stammered, his voice trembling as he backed up against his car.

Jimin tilted his head slightly, his eyes cold and unblinking. "Oh, but trouble seems to have found you," he said, his voice low and eerily calm. "You know, it's funny. Yoongi is mine, and I don't like sharing."

The boy swallowed hard, his eyes darting around for an escape. "I-I didn't mean anything by it. I was just talking to him, that's all."

Jimin took another step closer, his presence overwhelming. "Just talking, huh? It didn't look like just talking to me," he said, his tone almost mocking. He leaned in, his face inches from the boy's, his smile sharp and predatory. "You see, I don't appreciate anyone trying to get close to my Yoongi. It makes me... angry."

The boy's hands shook as he tried to maintain his composure. "I-I swear, I won't talk to him again. Just please, let me go."

Jimin's smile widened, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Good. Because if I catch you even looking at him again, I won't be so nice," he whispered, his breath cold against the boy's ear. "Understand?"

The boy nodded frantically, his fear palpable. "Y-Yes, I understand. I won't go near him. I promise."

Jimin straightened up, his expression shifting back to one of chilling calm. "Smart choice," he said, stepping back and giving the boy room to breathe. "Now, get out of my sight."

The boy didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled into his car, started the engine with shaking hands, and sped off, not daring to look back.

But little did Jimin know, Yoongi was watching them. Yoongi's heart pounded as he observed from a distance, hidden behind a row of parked cars.

Jimin's smile was eerie, his lips curling in a way that didn't reach his eyes. Those eyes were cold and calculating, piercing through the boy with a chilling intensity.

Yoongi watched as Jimin chuckled softly, the sound low and sinister. It wasn't the playful, sweet laugh Yoongi was used to. This laugh was different, sending shivers down Yoongi's spine.

The way Jimin tilted his head, his expression almost mocking, added to the creepiness. He seemed to relish the boy's discomfort, a dark satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. Yoongi noticed how Jimin's fingers twitched slightly, as if resisting the urge to do something more.

Yoongi's stomach churned. "W-What the fuck?"