Chapter 17



Jimin groaned when he felt a heavy weight on his abdomen. "Whu...?" He rubbed his fist against his eye and looked down groggily. What he registered was that a snuggled up black haired boy was laying his head on top of his stomach and had his arms wrapped around Jimin's waist.

"Yoongi-ah?" He mumbled. Jimin blinked a few times. As much as he loved this... He really loved this so much, but...

Yoongi, you hurt me.

Even though he found himself thinking this, his fingers stroked through the soft locks of Yoongi's hair. The boy purred in his sleep and Jimin smirked with amusement.

So soft... Just like I remember.

Jimin fell back asleep not too long after, feeling sweet love – and only that – for the first time in forever without any guilt.

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When he woke up again he wasn't disappointed when Yoongi was still crawled over him. Jungkook was gone, probably left for College, so they were possibly alone.

As he studied Yoongi's perfect porcelain peaceful face, Jimin wondered if subconsciously, Yoongi somehow knew.

It only made sense, based on everything that had happened to him since he got here.

Can I...?

He was sleeping, so he would never know...

Since Yoongi's head was on Jimin's chest, the pink haired boy gently cupped the boy's face and leaned his lips onto the other.

It was warm and soft. Jimin wanted to kiss him deeply, more lustfully, but he pulled himself away, ignoring the feeling bubbling inside of him.

"I'm fucking crazy." He whispered to himself. He couldn't help but keep staring at Yoongi's lips. Jimin wanted more.

"Yoooooongiiiii, waaaaake uuuuuup~" He patted gently at Yoongi's cheek. When the black haired boy woke up with a death glare, Jimin nearly had a heart attack when he remembered he didn't like being woken up.

"Uh oh."

"Fucking dickhead, leave me the fuck alone unless you wanna fucking knife to your tongue." He hissed with glossy fazed eyes before snuggling deeper in Jimin's chest. Jimin didn't think the guy knew what he was doing but it was actually so cute Jimin wanted to cry.

It hurts too much.

"Wake up you bitch." Jimin joked.

What he got was something that made him want to scurry away in the blankets. Yoongi grunted irritably and his eyes shot up in a menacing way and even Jimin coward under the stare. It was because...

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"N-No..." Jimin mumbled, losing confidence. Yoongi nodded, content, so he closed his eyes again and tried sleeping.

Fuck.

"Yoongi I-I swear I'm going to kiss you!" Although I already did...

Immediately the pink haired boy could feel Yoongi's heartbeat rise against his abdomen, so Jimin knew he hit the jackpot.


"Get off and I'll make breakfast." It took about a minute but he finally slid off of Jimin.

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Yoongi was now up and about when Jimin was cooking them both some nice bacon and French toast, the black haired boy hunched over the table in the dining room (which was also in the kitchen), groaning and his bed hair very prominent.

It was silent, but Jimin didn't mind. It felt kind of calming, but he knew that Yoongi was probably holding something back.

"What is it, Yoongi?"

"You didn't have that scene because of your parents... did you?"

Jimin's mouth went dry and he found it hard to swallow. Not this again.

"No...! I told you it wasn't because of them!"

"Okay okay, I was just asking." Yoongi sighed, "Do you think of me as a friend?"

He blinked a few times, staring at the pan of French toast he was cooking.

"Yeah." No. "You're ve-very close to me... Why?"

"Mmm... Do you trust me?"

"Y-Yeah." I just don't trust myself. "Why?"

Jimin was getting really nervous with all of these sudden questions.

"I'd like to hear why you made that scene, Jiminnie."


Oh no.

Please no.

"I..." He could feel the pressure of Yoongi's gaze on his body. As he was slowly flipped the French toast and bacon over, he did it rather sloppily as his hands were shaking.

"What's wrong?" Yoongi asked. "Why don't you tell me about that boyfriend you used to have? Would that be better?"

He supposed... That was better.

"Un."

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With breakfast done, they both sat together at the table and started eating. "What would you like to know about him...?"

"Um... What was his name?"

"I-It-It's–" Jimin became nervous and glanced around the room. What should he say? What should he say??? "It-It's Yong."

"Yong? Wow, that kinda sounds like my name!" Jimin laughed nervously and nodded.

"Yeah, it was freaky when I met you."

"What did you like about him?"

"Oh God," He couldn't help a burst of giggles coming out of his mouth. He didn't notice, but Yoongi watched in some jealousy as he saw Jimin's eyes in a daydream-like state with a smile on his face. "Everything."

I still do.


He remembered his smile, his hugs, his laugh, his kisses... Really, just, everything. He made him so happy. He brought Jimin back on his feet when Jimin thought he was at the end of his line. He missed his touches. He missed his innocence. He missed the way it was all so simple before...

"Hey, I've been wondering..." Jimin snapped back from his daze. He saw Yoongi had an uncomfortable expression on his face, and Jimin blinked in realization.

Right, he doesn't know. I forgot.

"Do you know what a Black Butterfly stands for?"

Jimin's blood ran cold.

"A Black Butterfly?"

"Yeah, a Black Butterfly."

"Um... I think it's beautiful." He rubbed at the knitted glove unconsciously and Yoongi raised a brow. Jimin grasped what he was doing, cleared his throat, and continued eating.

"I think it's beautiful." He repeated.

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He's hiding something from me.

First, he wouldn't tell him why he had a full outrage in his room the other day. Secondly, his boyfriend Yong sounds like such a perfect man and he hated that. Thirdly, he felt like Jimin knew something about a Black Butterfly.

"Okay." He replied dryly.

A few awkward moments had passed and Yoongi could feel the thick pressure choking him. Might as well leave it be for now.

Ugh, what the hell! Jimin's so hard to talk to.

"Your cooking's good, you know."

He could see the boy's cheeks redden and a little smile curled up on his lips, trying to hide his face with his hair. "I-It's not that good..."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. Did he like when he got compliments? That's so cute! It's good to know this if he wanted to get on Jimin's good side. "Not only that, but I think your smile is very cute."

His face turned a shade darker and he let a little soft noise of a giggle escape his lips. "I-It's not cute..."

"Want to know what else is cute?"

"W-What? What else is c-cute?"

"Everything else."


Jimin's face was as red as a tomato and a big stupid smile was there.

The black haired boy was feeling something in his chest – something he should be feeling for one man and one man only. Yoongi noticed it before, right when he first laid eyes on the boy. It was strange, because Jungkook was his love and only his love. So why was he feeling this way over Jimin...?

Why am I... Feeling this way over another man?

But I still love Jungkook! What the hell does that mean?!

"U-um, so I want to meet with Jin today. It's been a while since I last visited him..."

That snapped Yoongi out of his thoughts, "Oh yeah?" He still wanted to know what Jimin thought of about a Black Butterfly, though. "Before you leave, I really do want to know what you think about a Black Butterfly. Do you think there's a reason the killer's been using it as a symbol?" Jimin's blush and smile faded. It was covered with regret and guilt, and Yoongi wondered why. Maybe he was right.

"I know it makes you uncomfortable –" He then mumbled, "For some reason – but..." He shook his head. "No, here's why. Jimin, I think you know something. You're definitely hiding something from me and I feel like it's about who I am and my case."

Jimin froze and he stared dumbly at Yoongi. It looked like he was screaming no! no! no! but Yoongi had to continue. Even if it hurt seeing Jimin stare at him like that.


He had to ask. There was no other way.



"I'm sorry, but...












Jiminnie, are you my murderer?"


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ooOOOo we're gettin somewhere ~~~~~~


who thinks hes actually the murderer ?

yes 

no

who thinks hes an innocent jellybean ?

yis

nah

anyone else have their own theories? i wouldnt mind hearing them c:

also final thing! who thinks yoominkook will work?

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