♛How You Died♛ (Jikook/Kookmin) [[COMPLETED]]

♛Chptr. 26: Marks of the Blurry Night♛

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"Never hate pain for it signals how alive you are."

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3rd person's POV

(Seoul, South Korea; 11 PM)

Jimin just arrived in his apartment late that night. He was exhausted and jetlagged since he had a hard time forcing himself not to vomit before the takeoff. And having no one sitting beside him since Jungkook made him travel through a private jet plane didn't really help at all. 

He was carrying his luggage and excess stuff as he climbs on the stairs to get in his apartment, his expression all dreary and sort of pale. He was even lucky that he was still able to walk even though he still felt a little dizzy.

He fished out his keys from his jean's pocket when he stopped at his door to open it. A creak was heard before he entered and he was immediately welcomed by the mess in his living room the moment he stepped in. 

Cans of sodas are messily placed on his mini table in front of the tv, empty bags of chips scattered around his already dirty carpet and bits of popcorn were even lying on his old couch. If it wasn't even for the sound from the refrigerator closing he would've called the police by now for thinking that someone might've broken in.

And that exact moment, Yoongi just got out of his kitchen with a bottle of water in his hand. His overall black outfit still hugging his body as he stared at Jimin who stood there in utter shock the moment they meet each other's gazes.

"What the... What the fuck are you in my house?!" Jimin shouted, his glares sending to Yoongi who just gave him a shrug in return. The latter walks in the couch and plopped his body there, drinking on the bottled water. 

"Relax, Jiminie. I just took care of your house whilst you were gone and it's not like we're strangers." Yoongi cooly replied and grabbed the remote control on the side, opening the television. An episode of Game of Thrones was playing and it quickly got his attention. 

"Woah! Another episode! Aren't I a lucky one." Yoongi celebrated with his gummy smile, his eyes not leaving the television screen. Jimin got even madder so he marched in front of Yoongi making Yoongi groan in irritation since he couldn't see what he was watching properly.

"Jimin, could you move? I am watching here and you're sort of covering the vie--" Jimin grabbed the remote and shut the tv off before he threw the remote somewhere on the couch.

"Yah! I'm still watching that why did--"

"You're the one who should move out and you better do while I'm still asking nicely or else I'll kick you out! Li-te-ra-lly." Jimin taunted, stressing his last words as his hands were over his hips trying to look more intimidating. 

Yoongi just looked up and stared at him with his blank expression, not looking intimidated at all. He just shakes his head as he sighed. He stood up and was about to leave when he noticed the odd marks on Jimin's neck that managed to be visible since Jimin's scarf was all messed up now. 

Yoongi's expression suddenly turned dark, his hands harshly unwrapped the scarf and he finally saw the multiple purple marks that were decorating Jimin's neck. Jimin didn't know why but he felt his stomach churning, feeling exposed in front of Yoongi's stares on him. He noticed how Yoongi was clenching on his red scarf making him sunk even more.