KILLER || PJM✔️

nineteen

Yoongi's pov

I had no idea where Jimin had run off to but I had trust that he would come back.

When I got home I sat down on my bed and looked over at the picture frame on my bedside table.

It was a picture of Jimin, Y/n and I.

The picture was taken a long time ago and yet it still meant something to me.

I grab the frame and stare down at it.

My eyes instantly landed on Y/n and they lingered there.

She really was beautiful.

No wonder Jimin loves her so much.

No wonder I do too...

The front door opening then closing pulls me from my thoughts and I set the frame down and head out to see Jimin slipping his shoes off.

"You're back" I say.

"Yup" he replies then throws himself down on the couch.

"Where did you go?" I ask.

"To do stuff" he says and I can tell by his tone of voice that he was not in a good mood.

"Tell me, do you think y/n is still alive?" He asks and the question makes my heart drop.

"I don't know" I say.

"Tell me seriously" he says, now looking at me.

"I mean, it's a possibility" I say and he stares at me for a moment before looking away.

"Right..so what's for dinner?" He asks and I glance over at him then head towards the kitchen.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Just make the best thing you can" he says and I nod and begin to cook.

My eyes lingered on Jimin as he sat on his phone and I remember back to what he said about Y/n.

There's still so much he doesn't know...

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A/n: So don't hate me but the end is near. Very near.