Every Breath You Take / yoonmin

twenty

PARK JIMIN

Jimin watched Yoongi walk away towards the bedroom. Once the latter was out of sight, Jimin dug his face in his hands and groaned at what had just happened. He wanted to slap himself for his submissive behaviour towards his kidnapper and the murderer of his own girlfriend.

He took a deep breath, trying to get rid of her from his mind. It surprised him out easily he was able to do so. Over a month had passed since the deadly incident, and Eunhee's thoughts rarely invaded his mind when he was awake, and only returned to him in the form of nightmares.

Was Eunhee really that insignificant to me?

Hastily dressing himself up, he sauntered over to the kitchen to grab a Cadbury bar from the fridge. He went back to sit on the sofa, waiting for Yoongi to return. It was only six in the evening and Yoongi hadn't even started to make dinner yet.

Yoongi came back a while later. He had changed his outfit, now dressed in a black turtleneck and tight khaki jeans. A shiny Rolex was latched onto his wrist.

He looked extremely attractive and Jimin wanted to slap himself for thinking something like that.

"Jiminie." Yoongi called, walking off towards the kitchen, not sparing him a glance. Jimin remained in his spot and gazed out of the window through the narrow gap in between the curtains. He quickly finished eating the chocolate.

"Minie..." Yoongi came back with a small bowl and chopsticks in his hand.

He sat down beside him and offered him the bowl containing steaming noodles in it. Twisting a bit of it in the chopsticks, he blew over it before holding it in front of Jimin's mouth.

"I'm not hungry."

Yoongi glared at him and pushed the chopsticks further towards him. "Eat. Fruit salad won't be enough."

Jimin immediately shrunk in his seat at Yoongi's strictness. He opened his mouth and ate the noodles, savouring its deliciousness in his mouth.

He wondered who'd taught Yoongi how to cook so nicely.

"Who taught you how to cook?" He inquired, while Yoongi continued to feed him. Upon hearing the question, he stopped.

"Why? Is it not good?" He asked worriedly.

"No...I mean it's great. I like it."

"Oh thanks. My mom taught me when I was in junior high."

"She doesn't live with you anymore?"

"Um no...my parents got divorced a couple of months ago."

"And your dad?"

"He is overseas most of the time."

Jimin could see the sadness etch over Yoongi's face and so he stopped talking. Once the noodles were finished, Yoongi went back to the kitchen to wash some left over dishes.

Jimin stared at the photo of the Min family kept upon the fireplace. He did not notice it when Yoongi came and stood beside him a while later with a glass of water and another chocolate bar in his hands. Yoongi saw him gazing at the photo and he coughed to revert the brunette's attention to him.

Jimin flinched at the abrupt sound before shyly accepting the water and chocolate.

Yoongi leaned down to kiss his cheeks. "Wanna go to the amusement park?"

Jimin's eyes widened at the question. He could not figure out why Yoongi wanted to take him out when he was practically being held hostage by him.

What if Yoongi murders me somewhere in the woods instead of taking me to the park? Does it not concern him anymore that I might try to run away?

"Hmm?" Yoongi asked him again when he was taking too long to reply. He slowly nodded his head, desperately wanting to step out of the confines of the house.

"Great. I'll get you something to wear."

Yoongi came back soon after with a red striped shirt and black skinny jeans.

Jimin rushed to the bedroom with the clothes in his hands while Yoongi stayed back and waited for him.

Once the brunette was dressed, Yoongi smiled at him sheepishly and stole a quick kiss. Jimin kissed back as a blush crept its way on his cheeks.

They were soon pulling out of the lawn in Yoongi's Mercedes. Yoongi could see Jimin looking carefully out of the window, observing the path in front of them. Yoongi's heart dropped. He quickly took another away, which extended from the backside of the house and was relatively longer and slightly confusing.

By the time they reached the amusement park in the heart of the city, Jimin had fallen asleep in the passenger seat.