Psychopath ✓

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     Jimin was still clinging to the fabric of Taehyung's unbuttoned shirt as he cleaned the two up. He watched as Tae gently set him down against the mattress and wrapped him in a blanket.

     "Why are you sorry?" The smallest's slightly groggy voice manages to ask.

     The tallest kept quiet, he darted his sensitive eyes away, gulping down a ball of anxiety that laid in the depths of his throat.
"Tae Tae?"

Taehyung fixes his pants, and his shirt.
     "This was a mistake, wasn't it?" The youngest insinuates randomly, causing Jimin to widen his eyes.

"A mistake? What do you mea—.."
      "Jimin! We're best friends for god's sake! We just had sex!" Taehyung snaps, his fingers nervously tapping against his own thigh.

     "But surely we can work this out, Taehyung. Don't panic, I know where you're coming from, an—."
      "No, you don't know where I'm coming from, Jimin." The youngest softly rebukes, averting his glare elsewhere.

        The eldest kept his eyes on Taehyung, he placed on his clothing and grabbed Tae by the collar of his shirt, bringing him into a passionate kiss that Jimin created.
     The tallest obviously couldn't resist the smaller's pretty lips, and kissed him back in return, his hands snaking down his waist.

     "How'd you feel about that? Normally, I know you don't like sharing your feelings, but..." Jimin began, ogling his shiny eyes up at Tae.

The tallest sighs,
     "Jimin, get to bed, it's late. You know that? You're going to be seriously exhausted, buddy."

      "Not until you tell me what you feel." Jimin folds his arms across his chest, his heart pushed up into his throat as he gazed at the man that pulled his heart strings.
     "I feel exhausted, now go to bed." The tallest backfires.

      The eldest grabbed Taehyung and pulled him on the bed, allowing him to rest on top of him. Tae's head pressed against Jimin's chest, where he heard his gentle heartbeat, the smallest's limbs wrapped around Tae.
     "Don't stress yourself out, we don't have to talk about this, we can forget it and work it out..." The eldest somberly assures, running his hands through the tallest's soft locks of dirty blonde hair.

     Taehyung's tensed up body now relaxed, and his heartbeat synchronized with Jimin's.

    Why did he feel like this? He had the urge to just kiss Jimin because his lips are beautiful, and give him a warm sensation he'd like to feel forever. His light voice and his cheery laugh enlightened the dark depths of his soul, and filled it up with...
  A familiar feeling he once felt as a teenager.

     No, he couldn't have a crush on Jimin, sure he was a complete heartthrob, but he knew neither of them could fall for eachother. He softly sighed as Jimin gently massages his scalp.

      His job was to slaughter Jimin, rip him apart, but he couldn't bring himself to it. Why? He doesn't know either.
     "J'min-ah." The tallest slowly murmured, warming Jimin's heart.

"Yeah?"
       Taehyung's lifted his head up, his squishy bread cheek still pressed on Jimin's chest. His grayish-greenish eyes now had emerged their full color and shone a nice emerald towards Jimin.

       "I love your eyes, why do you wear contacts?" The smallest purred, his fingertips enjoying the fluffiness of Taehyung's strands of hair. He remembered back when he gripped it tightly, and massaged that part of his scalp, laughing nervously.

     "I just don't really like my eyes. I guess I was always the odd one out as a Korean with green eyes." The youngest's eyes slightly fluttered as his friend massaged his scalpel while he replied sternly.

     The eldest hummed in amusement, and turned his head away to close his eyes,
      "Get some rest, Tae. I'm sure you had a hell of a day." He teases, a small grin prompted on his lips.

     Taehyung didn't respond, his heart replied by warming up to Jimin's expressions, he rest his head back on Jimin, and closed his eyes as well.

    He waited until the eldest drifted off into a deep sleep, and slowly removed himself from Jimin's arms. He sighed as he got off the bed, placing a blanket over the boy as he walked out of his room. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and pulled one out.

   Jimin probably wouldn't mind being alone for a while.
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