Seraphic [Yoonmin]

v.

Jimin got a sudden flashback of everything that happened three nights ago. It hit him like a ton of heavy bricks.

He was the one that bit his neck. He was the one that was making him see things. It was him who had been playing games with him mind whole time.

"Oh no." He whispered horrified.

"Don't look so bummed. I'm great company." He smirked.

"Why're you tormenting me? Why don't you just leave me alone?" He whispered. He didn't know how he had said that without stuttering.

"Tormenting? I'm only chatting with you. It's not my fault you're the one who walked in and got the free cupcake."

Jimin raised his eyebrows confused. Of course he had to do with this too. Why couldn't he bother someone else?

"To answer your question. I decided to explore the town. I came across the sweet shop and I thought to myself how fun it would be to play a game. I told that lady to give a free cupcake to whoever walked in first. Isn't it funny that you did? Gosh. Wouldn't you call this destiny?" He chuckled stepping closer.

If this was destiny it had a sick twist to it. All Jimin saw in front of him was a narcissistic murderer that took advantage of others.

"In my defense you did walk in there first. You couldn't just wait a little longer, huh? I do admit this is a little exciting for me. I've never had to talk to my food more than once. I hope you feel special."

Jimin sighed looking down at his shoes. This guy was everything but funny. He was cruel and very arrogant. How could he play tricks with his mind like it was nothing?

"Aren't you going to say something? This is the part where you try to outrun me—again—and I catch up to you—again."

Jimin kept quiet unable to answer. He felt this anger inside of him was was making his stomach burn. If he were stronger and braver he would've punched him already.

"Fine. I guess you're not the talkative type. I appreciate that. I can't stand to hear people whine. I also hate to bond with people. Ooh. Let me see what flavor you got." He said snatching the box from his hand.

Jimin then noticed his phone was right there on his hand. Before he had time to even think about using it Yoongi took it and cracked it with his hand. He then handed it back to him.

"I forget you people have technology nowadays." He murmured as the glass pieces fell from his bloody hand.

Jimin's mouth dropped open as he looked down at his broken phone. If only he would've been fast enough he could've called for help.

Now help was nowhere near. He was behind an old building in a shady street that no one would dare to walk alone.

"Calm down. You'll just get a new one. Ugh. It's red velvet. I guess it's okay. I prefer vanilla." He told taking a bite.

Jimin clenched his fist annoyed. "What is wrong with you?" He finally said out loud. His voice was shaking, but he kept eye contact.

"Ah! You do speak! Are you offended I insulated your shitty cupcake flavor? Did I hurt your feelings?" He teased with a pout.

"You—you're an asshole!"

"Dude. It's not that serious. Chill. Namjoon and you would get along so well. Always making a huge deal out of nothing. It's just a stupid cupcake."

"It's not about the cupcake. It's—it's about everything! Y-you—you get in my head. You—you make me see things and you take advantage of my—my emotions. Just—just get out of my head you maniac!" He screamed with tears in his eyes.