In which Park Jimin is a Psychopath and Min Yoongi is a crazy ass bitch who dearly loves the Psychopath himself.
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"Are you fucking crazy? Why would you fall in love...
Jimin woke up in a room with a familiar background and scent.
Strawberries
His eyes shot up, roaming the area as he realized he was in Yoongi's room. A sigh escaped his lips as he snuggled to his sleeping baby close to him. "Minnie..."
"Yes, baby?"
"Taehyung brought you home last night and you were very drunk! Aish, irresponsible." Yoongi says as he huffed and turned his back on Jimin.
Jimin chuckled and pulled him closer to his chest. "I'm sorry, baby. You were so good last night."
"Really? What did I do? Last time I checked, I just changed your clothes, pabo." Yoongi said as he smacked Jimin's head.
And realization hit him like a fucking bus.
"Ugh! F-fuck, Jimin! That's-that's so good!" Taehyung moaned quietly as Jimin rammed right into his prostate, hitting all the right spots.
"You li-like that, Yoongi? Hmm?"
"Yes! Right there!"
"What's wrong, Minnie?" Yoongi asked, looking up to Jimin who was now staring blankly at the ceiling. "Did something happen?"
"U-Uh no, baby. I-yeah, I mean you were good because you took care of me." Jimin lied. Fuck, he had to. Last night was just a big mistake.
Yoongi blushed at the comment. "It's the least thing I could do! You're such a great boyfriend."
This made Jimin more guilty than he already is. "R-Really?"
"U-Uhm, Mimi?"
"Yes, love?"
"I love you."
Fuck.
It was the first time Jimin heard him say this. And it was better than any medicine he took.
Yoongi was healing Jimin day by day. It helped more than that anti-psycho medicine he had to drink every fucking night. Yoongi was warm and huggable. Yoongi's words were always so comforting, so sweet, so loving. He has never been loved before. It felt like Yoongi loved him for a very long time.
"I love you more, Yoongi. More than you could ever imagine."
Of course he does.
Yoongi smiled at Jimin and kissed him on the lips as he chuckled softly.
Though, their moments got ruined when he heard a phone call that made Yoongi groan. "Can you go and pick it up, Minnie?"
"Okay, love. Where is it?"
"It's in that room! Thanks!"
Jimin left Yoongi's room as he entered to what room Yoongi was talking about. But he didn't have any idea where it was, so he just followed the silky ringtone.
"There you are, aish."
Jinseok calling....
"Oh? It's Jin?"
Jimin picked it up. "What's up, Jin?"
"I-It's Taehyung!!! F-Fuck! He's-he's dead! In an a-alley! N-naked! Sh-Shit th-this is all so sudden...." The rest of Jin's words were already blurred when he stated that Taehyung had died.
How could he die? Yoongi said Taehyung brought him home? How could he die?
Jimin turned around and saw a small board in the wall and scattered pictures everywhere.
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