Your Eyes Tell || yn.m ✓

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And a pleasant silence filled the flat.

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The next three weeks went quite well and monotonously; both got closer and spent almost all evenings watching series and movies. All the better that both were passionate series and film enthusiasts.

In other words: everything went quite well.

Well, that is if Jimin's growing addiction is not counted in. Throughout these three weeks, Jimin began to search for more and more orders - some of them unnecessary - and execute them on Yoongi. He also noticed that his commands don't seem to work when his roommate is wearing glasses, but since this doesn't happen often, he actually put it at the back of his mind - more or less forgetting it.

So why has his addiction grown, even more, you may ask? Simple. It's already known that he just absolutely adores the red shimmer in the eyes of his, let's say, 'victims'. But, oh wow, his roommate looks just too enticing with the red shimmer in his eyes, that Jimin can't seem to control himself. At all.

But, that's not the only addictive part in using his gift. No. What's even more addicting, is the power one is given.

The power to manipulate.

The power to control.

And Jimin loves everything about having power and control. This love may only be a side effect of his gift, but he just can't contain himself. He just can't.

He is simply addicted.

...Maybe a bit too much for his own welfare.

This "too much" shows extremely well when he's angered. As for example this one Thursday evening after an exhausting day of work.

His job as a barista may seem simple, but his customers can be quite annoying if he has an unpleasant day.

Just like this particular day:

As annoyed as one can be after getting falsely shouted on for bringing the allegedly wrong order and getting the, luckily just warm, coffee spilt over his head - not even able to shout back because he has to be able to handle every situation professional - he storms into their flat and drops his keys on the kitchen counter. With both arms on the counter, he tries hard to calm his anger. He tries his best. But he can't seem to cool down. He honestly would've loved to shout back, to just-

»Park? Everything all right?« concerned and fresh out of the shower, the brunette asked him this as he moved towards Jimin. ›Now that's all that was missing,‹ Jimin thought sarcastically and was about to turn around just to find him standing next to him in all his magnificence.
The brown-haired man was wearing a black T-shirt - perhaps one size too big - and matching black shorts that ended just above his knees.

»Everything is all right...«, the blond answered his question with a sigh and stressed his hand through his hair. »Really? You look pretty stressed if you ask me,« with one eyebrow raised, Yoongi leaned against the countertop. »I mean it,« the tone of his voice became deeper and he clenched his teeth.

»Well, so-,« Yoongi tried but was interrupted by Jimin: »Oh my Lord, I told you I'm fine!« he yelled in frustration, anger and rage. He ran his fingers through his hair again and then looked into Yoongi's eyes, »I- Goddamn it. Please just go into the bedroom or whatever, I don't care. Now,« the younger ordered the older one.

›Before I explode...‹

»Wha- No, I won't go anywhere,« he replied stubbornly, still leaning onto the counter. Jimin groaned and approached him with fast steps, taking his face into both of his hand and practically growled: »I said, shut your pretty mouth and go into the fucking bedroom, Min.«