Yum [Jikook] (Hold)

7

Obsession - EXO

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"So..... He's your bitch or your his bitch now? Because my brain cells are malfunctioning with this sight."

Jungkook scoffs annoyedly, trying to look back to the fresh scar on his whole back with a deep scowl on his lips, "He's my bitch trying to make me his bitch."

"And it's working," Yoongi snorts, sitting back down on the couch as he stares at the scar on the mirror, "You know you don't have to be putting up with this shit. I'm surprised you haven't drowning him yet for doing this to you."

As much as it infuriates Jungkook as well that he hasn't done anything to the other in regards to this, he can't deny that deep down inside.... He likes it.

He likes being claimed.

He likes the extreme lengths Jimin goes to in order to remind him with who the fuck he's messing with.

Park Jimin is so fucking insane and Jungkook has grown an admiration to swimming in his waters with his own chaotic laughter.

Finally someone doesn't put up with his bullshit.

With that thought brushing away in his head, Jungkook swings his button up shirt on with a deep sigh, "Any new information on our stalker?"

"The cops checked the buildings they were on the night we went to Jimin's location, found nothing. As if they disappeared," Yoongi mutters while taking out a cigarette and lights it up, "These cowards are like ghosts, who don't like to be fucking seen."

"My kind of scene."

Jungkook looks up from the mirror to see Jimin standing by the door, a mischievous smirk on his plump lips as he stares at the way Jungkook buttons up his shirt, "Although I kinda like this scene more."

An ugly scowl forms Jungkook's lips as he turns around with arms crossed, "I'm growing tired of your presence. You're not helping at finding anything on this person! I've given you literally everything: Clothes that you don't even use, a more comfortable bed, a working shower, food, and the freedom to roam wherever you wish. Now we're the fuck is my stalker!"

Jimin blinks at him, a narrow look in his eyes to the slight attitude tone Jungkook spoke directly towards him but he let this one slide just for pity. So he goes and sits on the arm of the couch that Yoongi is sitting on, takes the cigarette from his mouth and takes a deep inhale.

"I have been doing my job," Jimin mocks back, exhaling the smoke as he says this, "I don't do sharing my information."

By now Jungkook is fuming. He storms right up to him, clutches his jaw with a hand and yanks him forward.

"You're wasting my time. You have until tomorrow to give me a name and if not than I will LOCK YOU IN MY CELLAR WITH THE DAMN DOGS WHERE YOU BELONG!"

Jimin didn't even flinch by the sudden raise of voice, let alone whines as Jungkook's grip on his skin tightens. He only raised the cigarette and takes another intake before blowing it on Jungkook's lips.

"First of all, no one talks to me in that way," He grabs the cigarette and runs the stud to Jungkook's hand, forcing his hand off of him as he grunts to the burning pain on his knuckle, "Second, you out of all people will not tell me how I do my fucking job. Be grateful I haven't asked for a damn organ when we made the deal because I'm feeling very tempted now."

Jungkook rubs his hand with a hooded glare to the other male, snarling his lips slightly in annoyance, "Sorry, did I upset you? Maybe if I knew who the fuck is after me-"

"Cupid."

Both Yoongi and Jungkook instantly glanced at each other, a near emotion of confusion and bewilderment. Jimin remain unfazed, only continues to smoke from the cigarette with bored eyes to the wall.

"Cupid?" Jungkook spats angrily, "Is this some sick joke?"

Jimin slowly lands his feline eyes back to Jungkook, unbothered, "No. The person after they call them Cupid."

Now Yoongi sits up, eyebrow raised, "And how would you know?"

"Because I do my homework," Jimin scoffs while taking out his knife with his other hand, playing with it in between his fingers, "Found a guy that works for him, had a little one on one and after threatening to melt his skull while he's still breathing, he quivered the name like a desperate dog."

Damn that easy?

Then again, this is Jimin they're talking about. He can obtain any information with just one look.

Everyone knows he sticks with his word.

So Jungkook looks at him, "Okay so where is he so I can talk to him?"

Jimin only stares back at him in silence, suddenly stopping the patterns of his fingers with his knife as he nods to one of Jungkook's windows.

What does that even mean!?

It confused Jungkook to what he was referring to but regardless when to the window and swings the curtains open.

His jaw dropped.

There is a man hanged by a rope, chest to stomach cut down the middle as all the organs hang out while somehow being intact to his body. His face is purple now and a cut off smile forms his lips.

That man is clearly far from alive.

"His name was Max," Jimin whistles as he trails the name on his wrist with his fingers, "He told me a name of someone I can talk to about our little Cupid."

Jungkook glares up at the body and cranes his head back to Jimin, "Who?"

The made him smirk and he pins the knife down to the arm of the leather couch, jolting Yoongi in surprise from the sudden action.

"Do you happen to know anyone named RM?"

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A/N:
Hello lovelies!!

Did you like the update? Hehe time to introduce Namjoon!!

Thank you all for being so patient with me with these updates! I just want to keep my thoughts and ideas as organized as possible so this story won't be a mess haha

Let's see how the other chapter goes!

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