Crazy In Love | Yoonmin

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Third Person's POV

Jimin had woken and stood there for a couple minutes. He heard audible footsteps behind him and turned, but no one was at sight. He smiled to himself, "Yoongi?" he began to take quiet steps outside of the room to lead himself to the living room.

"Come and catch me. . ."

Still smiling, he noticed something about his voice, "Yoongi, your voice sounds so different. . ."

He followed the voice around, waiting for him to show himself but as he was walking upstairs, the sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the kitchen.

I don't like this.

"Stop messing around," he whispered, turning and making his way to the kitchen. A plate with blood stains on the white marble floor was found.

"Min Yoongi, I am being serious. Stop and show yourself." But of course, why would someone listen to Jimin. The boy was weak and couldn't do shit. He squatted down to pick up the bigger pieces and threw them in the garbage can. He left the smaller pieces and decided to clean them up later.

He realized he had stained the sleeve of his shirt but ignored it.

"Come and find me," the voice sang in a sweet tone. It was so mesmerizing that even Jimin couldn't help himself and followed the voice.

Jimin was originally in his room and noticed no one was there so he walked inside of Yoongi's room.

"I know you're here," he said. He went to check inside the closet, finding nothing but a shiny silver revolver on the floor. It was so shiny and pretty, he was tempted to steal the gun.

He looked outside and saw no one but he also checked the window. No one was here or there so he slowly lifted the gun, it was as heavy as four thick textbooks.

He won't realize.

Oh, this boy assumed.

As soon as he stepped out of the closet, there was a man standing there.

He looked way too familiar; grey hoodie, black jeans, the black mask, and the golden combat knife. It was him.

He wasn't the man of his dreams but the man of his nightmares.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"What are you saying, Jimin? You know me very fucking well," the man stepped closer but Jimin held the gun, aiming at him.

"Look here, we can talk this out. What did I ever do to you?" the man got even closer, standing about arm-distance between. "I don't know who you are but I really don't want to do this, please, I really don't."

"Then don't do it. It's as simple as that."

But before he could even lift his foot to step closer, he pulled the trigger and the bullet landed near his heart. Close enough to hurt him and not kill him.

The mysterious man fell down to his feet and the other was quick to rush down to take off the mask but when he took the mask off, another mask was there.

"What the fuck? Who are you!" He yelled so loud, it didn't sound like a question anymore. The other was quick to swing his knife but Jimin moved very quickly that it almost hit his leg.

"Please don't do this," he aimed at him again. He wasn't going to shoot but he wanted to intrigue some fear into the injured man.

His palms became sweaty by the minute and the thing was that he had left his phone downstairs but he couldn't risk it. He would have to battle through this until Yoongi came back but then, it was when he fucked up the most in his entire life.

He accidently pulled the trigger out of fear and dropped the gun.

He stayed there and watched as the man took his last breath with his hand over his heart, "I love you so much. Don't ever forget that." The last words were said calmly and he smiled although the mask hid it.

He fell to his knees and tears streamed down his face, "I just fucking murdered someone."

I need to call Yoongi fast.

He ran downstairs and picked up his phone, dialing his number and slowly walking back to the room. As he walked up the stairs, the man's phone rung the same ringtone as Yoongi.

At the doorway, he glanced at the body but that glance turned into staring and regret. He began to cry even harder as he cancelled the call and rushed to the body when he realized something.

He rested his head on the spot he had shot, "I'm so sorry. Yoongi, I'm so sorry. I fucked up, it was my fault and not yours. Why am so fucked in the head?" Half of his head was covered in blood and looked at the gun.

Thoughts were arriving at his head simultaneously and nonstop because that man was Min Yoongi.

The 'combat knife' were just some flowers and the tickets to Tokyo he brought to give Jimin to remind him he was his unique, precious, and beautiful Bunbun.

The 'dialogue' between them wasn't really Yoongi. It was his head changing the words and the wording.

"I hope I've really been forgiven and still be loved by you," he connected their lips and gave the body a small soft kiss before pulling away.

Now that his clothes and head were covered in blood, he thought he had no other option but to take away his own life.

"What the fuck happened here? Jimin, what the fuck have you done?" A voice startled him and turned.

"I didn't mean it. Please don't run away, I won't do anything to you. Please, Taehyung, I beg you and the rest for forgiveness." He yelled but then quietened down as Taehyung ran away and left the house.

As soon as he left the house, he warned the others.

"Yoongi, I beg for you to forgive me and still love me."

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this was such a shitty chapter I'm sorry
lmao all I had to do was copy and paste I am yelling
y'all wanna know who's a failure?
me
i know I'm gonna fail my science exam and i also know I'm gonna stress about and cry about it tomorrow

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Sixth