I'm running out of time.

The more I think about it, the more anxious I get.

I am hiding it rather well, but I'm terrified.

Jin will do something if I don't say anything soon.

... I made the biggest mistake in the world.

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"Morning, Jiminnie." Yoongi kissed his cheek, waking the pink haired boy in the process. Jimin groaned in annoyance, curling deeper in the blankets. The darkness overcame him and he felt really welcomed. The darkness of the blankets, of course. "Jimin you gotta get up, buddy. It's almost one in the afternoon – even I'm awake before you." Jimin internally rolled his eyes. "Alright, I'll just do this, then." At that time, Jimin felt arms under him and the blankets, lifting him up into the air. He let out a little yelp and if possible, shaped his body like a croissant in Yoongi's arms. He started wriggling his way out of the blanket, but to no avail.

"You look like a worm."

"Shut up!" He kept attempting to escape the trap of blankets. Yoongi started grunting and holding onto him tighter.

"If you wriggle out free now you're gonna fall!"

"I'm awake now! Where are you taking me, prude criminal mastermind?"

He heard it. A sound that he hadn't heard since over 6 years ago. Yoongi was laughing. "I dunno, my croissant slave. Whoa wai—" Jimin continued to wriggle and with a few warnings from Yoongi, an abrupt thud could be heard as he fell to the ground. Escaping the blankets, he noticed how the floor wasn't even hard.

"Wh-What the heck?!" His hand touched a somewhat squishy and warm... thing? Jimin looked down at it, realizing it was Yoongi's cheek. At first he twitched a smile but quickly pulled it down when he thought his boyfriend wouldn't find this funny. However, he noticed Yoongi grew a big gummy smile. Whenever he smiled, it was always contagious to Jimin. Especially because he hadn't seen it for so long. He was soon smiling too, and let little bubbles of giggles escaping his mouth. Yoongi started laughing as well.

They both stared in their eyes, a never ending flow of happiness. That is, until he remembered. His smile creeped down. Jimin's heart felt broken. Yoongi pressed a thumb against his cheek, wiping away a tear he didn't realize was there.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?" His smile was gone now, replaced with a calm concerned face.

"I-I'm sorry, I messed up so badly." He hiccupped, lying his head down on Yoongi's chest. He felt Yoongi's hand tread through his locks, making him feel more at home but at the same time threatened by the bet.

"What do you mean, Jimin? What did you mess up?"

He didn't want to say it. But... He needed to. That's why he came here in the first place, right? He had to, and yet... Yet...!

"Hey, don't cry. I'll give you time. I'll give you all the time you need." Jimin nodded his head, though refused to move from this spot. He cried until some of it was out of his system. Yoongi was there to comfort him, however probably uncomfortable himself since he was lying back to the floor. He didn't say anything about it, though. 

"You okay now, baby bear?" Jimin nodded, wiping his puffy face. He got up from Yoongi's body and pulled the sheets off, because he was now damned hot and bubbling with heat. Yoongi shot up, too. He made sure Jimin was secure enough to stand up. Jimin insisted on taking the blanket back to his room, but Yoongi did it anyway.

They both sat at the dining table. Yoongi looked at the mess of envelopes on his side, while Jimin didn't want to look at them – but he didn't say anything about that.

"Jimin," He started, and then hummed. It sent wonderful shivers down Jimin's spine; he always did that raspy hum before continuing a sentence. "Do you have an idea why this murderer is obsessed with black butterflies?"

Jimin shuffled around in his seat, looking at anywhere but the envelopes. "B-But I thought the murderer was caught? He died in the hospital, too!" He exclaimed matter-of-factly. Yoongi nodded his head, releasing a little "ah."

"No, I don't think that was him." Jimin's eyes were glued on the wall, not daring to look Yoongi in the eye. "I mean – he wasn't the mastermind behind all of this. Surely, he was a pawn."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I didn't know this guy."

"B-But he attacked you and Kookie!"

"It makes sense; the guy hated his boyfriend, who happened to look pretty similar to me and his other victims." He glanced to Jimin, "Clever. But why go through all of this? What did I do?" He crossed his hands together, placing it under his chin in thought. "I can't think of anything wrong I did..."

Jimin silently played with his knitted glove. Yoongi noticed this, looking down and seeing how nervous he was. He decided to play it off, though. "Say, where's the other glove? I made those for you, yet you only have one."

"A-Ah, it- um... I lost it the night Jin came to get me all those years ago."

"Sounds exactly like you."

Jimin blushed and slapped Yoongi on the arm, "Yah! That's not funny! I loved your cute gloves!"

The black haired boy grinned with amusement, "Anyway, back on track. Black butterflies; do you know what they represent?"

"U-Um... A new beginning?" Jimin looked away while explaining.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes a bit. Usually people thought of it as a bad omen... "Yeah... Something like that." He picked up some of the envelopes, but Jimin wasn't looking at them. "These are definitely not from the man. Neither were those butterfly pictures. I don't know why this black butterfly is so important..."

"... Yeah. Sounds kind of weird."

No one said anything and Jimin found it became awkward and very suspicious. But he didn't care. He had to do something before it was too late. He leaned near Yoongi, placing a hand over his. Yoongi looked down, then up at the boy, expecting. "Hey, Yoongi?"

"What is it, baby bear?"

"I love you."

They held their gaze, Yoongi closing in on their faces. "I love you too, Jiminnie. I always will." They pressed their lips together, passionate and sweet. It became a little makeout session, though when Jimin came off to breathe, he pressed his forehead on Yoongi's.

"Remember the first time I had sex with you? 'Cause I'm starting to remember it." Jimin's cheeks flushed, the memories flooding in.

He laughed with embarrassment. "Yeah, I do. I was a chubby 17 year old kid that actually... I loved it a lot."

"It wasn't even at home. Didn't we do it in the back of school a few hours after school ended?"

He smiled and felt a hot tear roll down his cheek. He was just really happy right now. "Yeah, we were very rebellious after you forced me out of my shell."

Jimin kissed him again, and another little makeout session came to be. However, when he pulled back, this time he intended to stop for now.

"I have to go to the bathroom. And no, not because I'm horny." He lightly punched Yoongi's arm and smiled. Yoongi let a huff of a laugh out and smiled, going back to analyse the envelopes. Jimin got up and walked to the hallway. Jimin sighed in relief, sneaking his way into his room.

I'm sorry Yoongi.

I'm sorry Jungkook.

He walked to his diary, grabbed a pencil, and opened it to the latest blank paper.

-  -  -  -

Yoongi: have you seen jimin???

Kookie: why would I see him im omw home from college finally

Yoongi: he was with me but hes not here....

Kookie: oh

Kookie: do you think hes just having a moment again?

Yoongi: Maybe?

Yoongi: idk, ill go check his room

Kookie: sounds like a plan ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yoongi: stfu

Kookie:    ❤️

Jungkook put his phone away when the bus stopped. He got up from his seat and walked off, looking around the sidewalk. Time to walk the rest of the way back home! Today was his first day going back to college after two full weeks or so. Eh, he wasn't counting. Woops? Either way, he was glad to be back.

He walked down the street and started thinking. Where was Jimin? If he really wasn't at home, where else would he be? Jungkook stopped dead in his feet, earning a few people to accidentally bump into him with a few curses. He ignored them and looked across the street, where he saw Jimin a few weeks ago.

Maybe...?

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welp shits goin down 

what do u guys think is gonna happen next??? 

who do u think the black butterfly murderer rlly is?