Kim Taehyung loves Park Jimin more than his life. He can die without any further thought for him, perhaps what happens when not only his life rather every person he was closed to come behind bullet holes, due to some psychosis mafia who seems obsess...
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He focused on the rear view scenery, the bunches of varied buildings converting their photo form into upright trees and other natural stuff that actually couldn't be descript as it being entirely dark otherwise the car's headlights.
It was his car they were driving at, or to say Jeongguk was driving and him and Jimin were at the back oblivious of the situation. Jeongguk literally called them to the club for nothing as they were disengaging away without doing anything actual. Perhaps there was an actual purpose that they'd ruined?
"Wanna play 21 questions?" Jeongguk for a second shifted his gaze back at them as he quirked the left eyebrow in the suggestion. "Quite boring, it is. So what you say?" Jimin's palm placed itself on top of his, enough to register the trepidation twisting in his movements.
Jeongguk's gaze now once again settled on their joined hands. "If you tryin' to make me jealous, then don't."
"I'm always jealous without your cosmic efforts," he rasped, turning his attention back to the cemented road as a chuckled followed his statement.
Honestly speaking, sometimes it actually clicked that uncertain questions inside him watching Jeongguk acting so gashing whenever this subject upheld, and damn those eyes of his were freaking bipolar from how briskly they swapped the swims inside from wicked to the unsorted grief.
Jeongguk actually occurred as if his love was real that precisely had turned into the utter obsession, gradually.
"I'll ask the first then. So, is your love actually true, Jeon?" Jimin's hold tightened around, he caressed the skin between his thumb and index finger in convincing manner. He knew it was walking on eggshells however his prying needed to be shut down. He needed the otherwise convincement for his question.
As in Jeongguk's reply, it was an another question. "Why don't you ask that to your soon to be hubby?"
He tilted his gaze, adjusting them on the rearview mirror where Jeongguk was already focusing. "I asked you tho?" Their eyes met with sort of challenge tracing the lane of the connection that covered his dripping sore eyes to his.
"If I say yes, will you believe it?" That was what he'd gushed, tone breathy slurring in dazing alcohol. "You won't."
"Of course, I won't. You specifically wouldn't be committing all this if it was the love you're putting to be." A slight pause, that was what it could be imply as. Jeongguk was paused for moments—registering his words before shrugging a shook.
"Not everyone can send flowers whenever they wish for their lovers, Kim Taehyung." Jimin hurled in his place hearing that, his nail gliding up to pinch the skin of his lower lip anxiously as he did everything to hide it albeit failed severely.
"That's why I chose the death bodies. They're as pretty as flowers somewhat."
He sighed indolently, not finding any other outcome than discovering Jeongguk more and more mentally deranged day by day of his efforts. "You're fuckin' sick. Get therapy," He retorted, breaking the staggered eye contest along as he did.
