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[jimin]

"there are rumours that y-you marked me?" i asked hesitantly, he nodded his head.

"because you smell like me."

"that's random." i replied, fidgeting with the shoelace still tied around my finger. "why do you think that would be?"

"maybe it's that," he paused pointing to my hand, "that's my shoelace."

"uh, i-i can explain why i-"

"jimin, calm down, i'm not mad."

"i was going to give it back but, i couldn't."

he paused and looked into my eyes, his mind going deep into my soul.

"hey, chim. if, it was a real scenario, how would you react?" he asked incredibly slow.

"what you mean the marking rumour?" i asked, he nodded.

"i-i don't think i can answer-"

"min yoongi!" a growl roared out as the door opened, jungkook came in and looked at me with his hurt eyes.

he grabbed yoongi's shirt collar and pinned him against the wall, "why did you mark him?!" he screamed.

"i didn't fucking mark anyone!" he replied in a yell.

"guys stop!" i yelled as i attempted to pull jungkook away.

"yoongi, i'm going to murder you." he growled, moving his hands to yoongi's throat.

"jungkook no!" i screamed, still attempting to pry him off of the-now choking-boy.

yoongi's face began to turn a light shade of purple.

i picked up my phone and called 911 as yoongi fell to the floor and jungkook stared in disbelief. "d-did i kill him?"

"probably you idiot!" i screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks as i propped the boy's head in my lap.

my tears dripped down onto his minty hair as i cried and jungkook watched on.

he was expressionless.

•t.s•

[yoongi]

my eyes slowly opened to a hospital room, there was something in my mouth and something holding my head.

a nurse entered the room and told me not to speak, i was fine with that.

she also said the thing in my mouth was to keep my jaw straight while in the neck brace, though she didn't tell me what happened.

thinking back, the last thing i remember was jungkook holding me against the wall, screaming at me for marking jimin.

'jimin.' his scent was on me and it was making me melt, i just couldn't get the scent out of my head. it was an addiction i needed more of. more of park jimin.

[jimin]

"aw my baby boys~!" mom sang pulling us into a hug, he was always super over emotional. jungkook giggled while i looked down. "jimin, what's wrong?" he asked, pulling me to the other room, "tell mama what's wrong."

"it's nothing-"

"don't lie to me sweetie." he said, cutting me off, i sighed and felt my eyes begin to water.

"mom, i love someone." i stated as he gasped.

"really?"

"yeah, but i don't know if he loves me back."

"is that why you smell like cinnamon?" he asked, i nodded.

"there's a rumour about us that he marked me."

"did he?!" mom asked, anger flaring in his eyes for a second.

"no no, but his shoelace has his scent." i retorted, hesitantly showing him the shoelace.

"is everything okay?" dad asked, poking his head into the room.

mom turned and hummed with a smile before pulling me along to the dining room.

•t.s•

"wow guys this is amazing!" jungkook exclaimed as he ate his food, all i did was swirl my mashed potatoes with my fork whilst thinking about yoongi.

"jimin, seriously, it's been what, a week? snap out of it already." jungkook said, both my parents looking at me confused.

i gave jungkook a glare, poking at the potatoes more aggressively. "yo jimin-"

"shut up jungkook! you know what you did, don't start telling me to 'snap out of it' when i'm worried about the cops coming down on your ass for man slaughter!" i yelled before storming off to my room.

[jungkook]

mom and dad looked at me after jimin had left. "you killed someone?" dad asked, i shrugged while taking a bite of jimin's potatoes.

"we dunno yet, i was just mad and-"

"jungkook," dad started, "you can't take out your rage on innocent people."

"but he wasn't innocent, he apparently marked jimin."

"jimin told me the rumour wasn't true sweetie." mom stated.

"how bad was it? what did you do?" dad asked, looking me dead in the eyes.

"i was angry so i choked him till he was purple."

"jungkook, what if he's dead?" dad asked angrily, i looked down.

"then i go to jail and jimin hates me for killing his best friend."

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