doki doki. ✓

eleven!

"finally!" yoongi cheered, eyes wild. "this is really all i wanted." 

"namjoon, there's no reason to spend the weekend with seokjin. don't listen to him. just come to my house instead! the whole day, with just the two of us. doesn't that sound wonderful?"

namjoon is scared.

yoongi laughs. "wow, there's really something wrong with me, isn't there? but you know what? i don't care anymore. i've never felt this good in my entire life. just being with you is a far greater pleasure than i could ever imagine. i'm addicted to you. it feels like i'm going to die if i'm not breathing the same air as you. doesn't it feel good?"

"but if it feels good, then why does it still feel like something horrible is going to happen? i don't care anymore, namjoon. i have to tell you! i'm madly in love with you. it feels like every inch of my body, every drop of blood, is screaming your name. i don't care what the consequences are anymore. i don't care if seokjin is listening! please, namjoon, just know how much i love you."

"i love you so much that i even touch myself with the pen i stole from you." 

"i just want to pull your skin open and crawl inside of you." 

"i want you all to myself."

"and i will be only yours." 

"doesn't that sound perfect?" 

"tell me, namjoon, that you want to be my lover."

"do you accept my confession?" 

·

out of the choices: "yes." and "no." you guys picked....

"no." 

·

yoongi starts laughing.

it gets progressively louder.

progressively more...

insane.

YOONGI PULLS OUT HIS POCKET KNIFE.

AND WITH A CRAZY LOOK IN HIS EYES HE S ṮḀḃṠ ḧḭṁṠḕḶḟ

Ṯẇḭḉḕ ḭṆ Ṯḧḕ ṠṮṏṁḀḉḧ

ṏṆḉḕ ḭṆ Ṯḧḕ ḧḕḀṙṮ

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