Psychopath ✓

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A month later~

Taehyung had spent a month trying to get to Jimin, he left sweet gifts by his door, sent him messages, he tried to go to the café, but Jongin always snarled at him like some dog, and left with Jimin tucked in his arm.

Tae was always a jealous person, so he was definitely overthinking. Usually he would let someone go if they didn't want him, but Jimin was special, he was unique in many ways, and made him happy unlike other people.
This particular day, December 22nd, he noticed it was Jongin's day off, and Jimin was attending work, so he would meet up with him there.

The tall man fixed his mullet, and adjusted his long black coat, and dress shirt. He turned a sharp corner, and once he saw the small homey café, his breath was taken away.
Meanwhile, Jimin was flipping through pages of his small notepad in his hand, gently chewing the gum in his mouth. He was tired as hell already, and he scribbled some doodles against the small sheet of paper as he waited for.

His pen gently dragged against a leg he drew in his small paper, a male performing contemporary dance was placed against the paper. His dream in just a sheet.
"Could I order a frappuccino, please?" Enunciates a deep and hollow voice that Jimin found familiar, but he knew his mind was messing with him as usual, he kept his head craned down.

The eldest quickly flipped his notepad to a fresh paper, he nodded subtly and turned to make the beverage,
"And perhaps your number?" The hesitant voice asks.

Bright eyed and face flushed, Jimin turns to see the man he fell for. His breath was swept away as he gazed at Taehyung's new black and permed hair, perfect curls, a twinkle in his ebony eyes, and his sharply defined face.
"What are you doing here...?" Asks the smallest.
"I came here to talk to you." Tae simply replies, his slender hands gliding against the counter as he walked to Jimin whom was behind the counter.

"Just- Don't come any closer." The eldest murmurs, his tone hesitant. Yet he was enchanted by Taehyung, and his godly looks he missed dearly.

"Let's go outside, yeah?" The taller one mumbled, and Jimin nods, whispering to one of his coworkers that dashed in to take his place.
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"How are you? I missed you a lot, and I was worried about you," The former begins, the twinkle in his eyes fading as he glanced at Jimin that lowered his head.

"I'm fine, Taehyung. I don't know why you're here.." The smallest's light voice threads out, sending a knife to Taehyung's chest.
"You're still holding that grudge?"

"Grudge?? Taehyung, what grudge? Do you expect me to forgive you after what you did?" Jimin's voice sharply remarks, keeping his tone calm. He wasn't trying to argue anyway.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't come to fight with you. I just want to explain. Everything." Tae closes his eyes momentarily, his voice bordering on a small sigh.

"Then tell me everything. And this will be the truth, right? Not some bull-crap."
"Yeah, the truth."

"Then am I allowed to ask questions?" Jimin narrows his foggy, blank eyes that yearned for color. The color Taehyung gave them, but he couldn't find it. He may have moved on...

But Jimin didn't like thinking about that.
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