Psychopath ✓

7

Taehyung listened to the high pitched squeal of the boiling hot water that blew warm air. He groaned as he rolled in his bed, slamming his phone down his bed.
"Sheesh..." He grumbles.

The tall male turned off his stove, darting his eyes to the clock that was mounted against the wall. The clock told him it was already about 11:30 PM.
He chuckled to himself,
"I'm so fucking boring."

Tae snatches a huge bag of Doritos in the cupboards, snapping it open, and shoving chips into his mouth. He prepared his tea, letting it sit against the marble counter.

Unfortunately, Jimin was stuck in Taehyung's mind, and he had no idea what to do with that. He tried telling himself that it was just a target, and he'd overcome him soon.

But something about his unique smile enlightened Taehyung.
He gasped once his phone rang. He mumbled and insulted himself, dashing to his phone, raising his brow at the unknown number.
"Who's this?" Taehyung sneers into the phone, sounding exhausted.

"Hey. Sorry for disturbing, I'm Park Jimin." The light voice replies from Taehyung's phone.
He quickly put the phone on speaker, grabbing his tea, groaning loudly as it burned his large hand.

"Uhm..." Jimin murmurs, keeping his silence.
"Sorry, fuck— It's Tae, sorry, I just burnt my hand." Taehyung urged to respond, waving his hand up and down like some chimp as he tried to cool it down.

He frowned as Jimin cackled,
"So we groan as a greeting now?" The eldest jokes.

Taehyung's frown slowly fades, and turned to a smirk,
"I'd love to hear that from you." The youngest joked.
"Ah, okay!" Jimin yips.

"Wait, I wasn't actually serious." Taehyung's smirk quickly disappeared. His fists clenched once Jimin began laughing again, he hated it, but he liked it too.

"Jimin, you work in that café right?" Tae mumbles.
"Mhm!"
"What do you wanna be? I mean, after you finish college."

"I have no idea. But I think I'll become a danc—..." Jimin falls silent after his last word.
"Hm?" Taehyung hums in confusion.

"Well.. I wanted to become a dancer, but my parents didn't like that idea at all, and wanted me to get a bachelor degree in dentistry or something good like that, so that's what I've been doing since I was 21." Jimin replies softly.

The youngest huffs,
"Well, you don't have to follow your parent's exact orders, Jiminie. You tell them that you want to follow your dreams."

"They passed away." Jimin struggles to rasp out into his phone.

Taehyung smiled, but his smile dropped as he listened to the agitation in the small croak of Jimin's voice.
"I'm really sorry to hear that..."

"It's fine. Let's talk about you! Have any dreams?" Jimin's voice lifts back up to its cheery position, slightly concerning Taehyung.

"Yeah! Um, I wanted to be a surgeon, but I was denied jobs. They just didn't want someone like me, I guess." Tae's nails began rapidly tapping against the table.

"Oh?? Wow, a surgeon. I would throw up if I saw an organ." The eldest remonstrated anxiously.

"I've seen many before, real ones, fake ones for studying, of course." Taehyung lies straight to the phone.

He grinned slightly as Jimin hummed in curiosity and amusement.
"I just find the human body interesting."
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