Psychopath ✓

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     It had already been three months full of hard work, Taehyung succeeded in getting closer to Jimin, they hung out almost every week. Jimin's feelings were growing for the man, but he kept it cool, of course.

        Taehyung was enjoying his time with Jimin a bit too much, he was afraid he'd get distracted from his real reason why he was doing this. Just to eliminate the last member of the Park family.

       Jimin was a sweet soul, Taehyung couldn't bring himself to even hurt him, he wanted to take care of him, especially now that suspicions were growing in Jongin.

       Jong didn't like Taehyung one bit, he ignored him often, everytime he came to Jimin's house, he'd see Taehyung there, and it annoyed the hell out of him.
    Something tells Jongin that Taehyung was odd.

     Meanwhile, Jimin was now working a shift after his day in college. He was fucking exhausted, his eyes worn out, posture slanted, and bones aching.
He listened to the small jingle of the bell that dinged across the café.

      It's these guys again... He thinks to himself, glancing at a couple of students from his college.
    "Oh hey, Jimin! What're you doing here." Says a tall male.

       "You already know why, this is my job." Jimin grimaces, he wasn't in the mood to really deal with these rascals. They bothered him on the daily, just to get him on his nerves, he guessed they found it funny when he was angry.

      "Ohh, right, right. Say, how's your mother doing? Oh wait-." Another man asks, but the group bursts into laughter.

      A pang of pain burst into Jimin's chest, he rubbed his temples and sighed,
"Just order something already."

       The group continued giggling and bickering as they took their orders. Jimin instantly made their soft beverages, sighing gently in distress.
        "You're not looking so dapper, Jimin. Unimpressive. Maybe this would fix you?" The female in the back randomly steps up, the small clank of her boots stomping on the ground.

       One lift of her arm, her coffee had spilt all over Jimin's black uniform. He gasped sharply, and stumbled back, cringing at the cold liquid that seeped through his clothing and down his torso.

      "He looks better than usual, thanks for the drinks." Rebukes the third male, wrapping his arm around the female that giggled.

         The group of four walked away, chattering their dirty mouths away. Jimin finally had enough, he was already imagining his fists pounding on their faces, but he of course couldn't do anything. As usual.

       A few years stung and pierced his eyes, he began taking a few deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down for the better, he didn't want to cry like an idiot. He yanked out napkins, and wiped what he could take off his uniform.

        "Jimin?" Jongin questioned as he entered the café to check up on Jimin that was already supposed to leave.

      "What the.." Jongin mumbled as the youngest walked past him, his head lowered.
"Must've been that Taehyung prick...."

       Jimin avoided everyone that darted their confused eyes on him, speed-walking through the sidewalks to get to his car.
       Once he reached his destination, he slammed the car door, covering his face with his frustrated, small hands.

      Jimin sniffled as his forehead gently slammed against his steering wheel. His hand searched his own pocket, and took out his own phone, scrolling through his contacts.

     He pressed his fingertip against a specific name, and sat patiently as his phone dialed the number.
"Jiminie??" A deep voice emerges from his phone.

     "Meet me at my house please.... Maybe bring a bottle of wine."
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