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       "Why did you murder my family?" The eldest quickly breathed out.

       Taehyung blinks slowly as he exhaled gently and averted his gaze. He twisted the bracelets that hugged his wrists,
        "Because I'm a psychopath, Jimin. My first kill was my father who murdered my sister, after that.. I couldn't stop thinking about spilling his blood, and I developed some creepy interest in anatomy. I then found Hajun, he used to have the same problem as me."

       Jimin continued listening, his eyes glued to Taheyung whom sat upsettingly in his own puddle of regret and disgust.

      "But he hired me into some hitman thing or whatever I'm classified as. I basically worked for the guy, got lots of money for killing people, and your family was a target. I didn't know them, like I didn't know anyone else.." The taller man's voice shakes gently as he spoke,
      "I was ruthless back then. But when I met you, I tried to focus to eliminate you in less than a week. But Jimin, I may have..." Tae murmurs.

"May have?" Jimin tentatively asks.
      "I may have fallen for your smile, your contagious laugh, and our strange yet amazing friendship. You made me happy, and I loved thinking about you, talking to you, perhaps fucking with you, but that's not the point..." Taehyung spits out the sour words, classified as affection as his embarrassment got the best of him.

        He glimpsed at Jimin that laughed shortly, and scooted closer to perhaps admire Jimin's soft and magical features.
       "I fell in love with you, in the worst moment, Park. I just wanted you in my arms, and... Ugh, this is weird." Tae gently chuckled out, causing Jimin's face to heat up like a bonfire.

   "Basically, you like me a lot?" The eldest asks.
     "I love ya." Tae smiled in humiliation, watching as the rays of sun hit against Jimin's smooth skin.

      "And when you were involved in the accident, it wasn't a hit and run, I got very angry.. And well.. I killed them. I didn't want you to die, that'd be the worst to ever happen to me." The tallest's voice borders against an airy laugh.
     "But why did you have to kill them..?" The smaller one cringed.

      That question was difficult, Taehyung stuck with silence, and shrugged his shoulders.
  "You're important to me, Jimin. And I wasn't going to kill you, I don't have the courage or the balls to. You're sweet and unique in many ways, you kn—...!"

     Jimin cuts in by placing a kiss against Taehyung's hesitant lips.

     The two shared their first kiss in months outside of the homey café, Jimin's hands curling into the woolen breast of Taehyung's dark, long coat he used for this winter, pushing himself up on the very tips of his toes, and both let their eyes fall shut. Meanwhile Tae's slender hands are broad on his friend's waist.

      The two break the subtle kiss. Warm and up close, Taehyung discovers that Jimin's eyes are shining with the threads of of honey and stars.
      "So.. What was that for?" Tae smirks smugly, a playful tint in his contacts.

     A small hand is brushed against Tae's black curly locks of hair,
"Take it or leave it." Jimin murmurs.
       "I'll take it for sure. Does this mean you forgive me?" The youngest's voice washed with enthusiasm, and eyes warm with love.

"What you said was the truth, correct?"
"Mhm."
      "Then I'm ready to trust you again." Jimin smiled, lowering himself back on his feet, comfortably.

      Taehyung breathed out a sigh of excitement, and swept Jimin off of his feet, swinging him up in the air. As Jimin voiced out his laugh that Tae loved, Taehyung's eyes watered.

He was content to have Jimin in his arms again.
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