"Ahh! Yoongi...!"

Myungsoo's eyes opened.

A prominent, sweaty slap, most likely on Jungkook's ass. "Who?"

"D-Daddy!"

Myungsoo groaned. He didn't want to hear this. At least not in the middle of the night. Getting hard right now would cause problems.

More moans in the room could be heard. No doubt, Jungkook's moans sound amazing, but really, if they knew Myungsoo was here then why would they be so loud?

He rolled his eyes and seethed with jealousy. He absolutely hated Yoongi. Unconsciously, he reached for the phone he had put on the table a few hour ago before he went to sleep earlier.

It was a mistake when he opened it in the middle of the dark, forgetting to lower the brightness.

After his eyes had seen God for five seconds, he lowered the brightness and ran his fingers through his messy pink hair as he was frustrated. He then went through the few new messages he had received from the same person before.

He nearly crushed his phone with his bare hand. He was so angry.

J: Oh, really? I'm surprised.

J: I guess my own child that I raised would rebel one day, but I didn't think it would be because of that.

Myungsoo didn't realize it, but he was seething with rage and longing as he read it. Maybe he should go back. Maybe this wasn't worth it. Maybe he was just crazy.

J: How about this; let's have a little challenge, shall we? A fun game between you and me.

As the pink haired boy read the text, his eyes opened wide, all hint of fatigue washed away as he glanced at the bedroom door. He looked back down at the text, unsure how to answer. But then, he remembered.

Park: fine. I agree.

He slapped the phone back on the table and he got up, silently walking out of the apartment room.

Myungsoo gave himself some air by doing this. He didn't know what he was doing. He didn't understand why he came. He just wanted...

The pink haired boy's plump bottom lip quivered as he felt the cool air hit his skin.

"I'm cold..." He muttered to himself. It had been how long since he came out here? He decided he should go back in. He should check out anything about that murder that happened yesterday to see if they found anything out about it. He lifted himself up, wiping off the dirt from his now numb ass. The pink haired boy walked back in the apartment, and went to open the door, but it didn't budge.

That's when he realized he made a huge mistake.

"Fuck!" He grunted. He knew that they were probably still awake, fucking each other. He would gladly separate the two right now. Knocking furiously on the door, Myungsoo brought his hands together afterwards and rubbed them furiously. He was fucking freezing. He didn't comprehend how cold it was out there until now...

It had felt like forever and they still didn't come.

He had a lock pick in his shoe, but these were doors that you had to unlock with a special card that only the known owners had. Which were Yoongi and Jungkook.

Fine.

He knocked again, this time louder. He knew he was screwed if they didn't stop having sex.

He'd kill Yoongi for sure.

But after about 5 more minutes of not giving up someone finally made it to the door. It was a grumpy ass Yoongi.

"Who in the fuck is up at this ungodly fucking hour?" he muttered under his breath, rubbing his eyes. Myungsoo could smell the sex on him, which no doubt made him both turned on and angry. Not only that, but his hair was everywhere, as well as messy loose pants (with a shirt ofc) indicating perfectly well his actions. He lowered his eyes, unable to stare him in the eye.

"Me." The pink haired boy replied, shoving himself passed the boy.

"Wait," Yoongi said, grabbing onto Myungsoo's arm. "Why were you outside?"

Myungsoo turned and stared at Yoongi. He felt like rebelling against the boy. "Because. Now let go of my arm."

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, and didn't let go. "I want you to tell me."

"Why?"

Yoongi didn't say anything. He was actually about to let go of the boy's arm, but Myungsoo suddenly choked out a response, "I just felt like getting some air. I was nervous. It's all new here, and I'm a bit frustrated." Yoongi blinked. He didn't know he could get Myungsoo's worries out like that out of the grab of an arm, which felt a little like it was shaking, now that he thought about it. "E-Excuse me, don't touch me."

Yoongi did as he told. He watched Myungsoo go back to the living room, visibly upset and pissed off.

Alright, he couldn't deny he looked pretty cute that way.

"Well, then." He shrugged and went off to bed.

-  -  -  -

"Why the fuck is there no murders?" Yoongi groaned as he lay on the couch.

"Why are you so angry that there're no murders?!" Jungkook scoffed at Yoongi. Jungkook was on the ground, between the table and the couch, watching the news with his boyfriend. "Maybe it really was just a coincidence."

"But that painting wasn't." He knew he knew it from somewhere. But where? How? Why? He honestly didn't know. He didn't have to go back to his house, back from 6 years ago, because he already memorized that place after the accident. There weren't any butterfly paintings.

Maybe he should go look online, to see what it meant? Maybe it was symbolization. Yoongi grabbed his phone.

There were a lot of meanings behind a black butterfly, but there was one of them that caught his attention more than anything else.

A black butterfly is generally considered a symbol of misfortune and an omen of death in many cultures, while in others, it is a sign of positive change.

The 'death' indicated by the black butterfly can also be interpreted as a death of 'something' rather than a person, such as the end of a relationship, job, or even an idea or project.

There was one in that section that spoke out clearly to Yoongi about the Black Butterfly.

In many parts of the world, especially Central America, Philippines, and China, black butterflies are considered as a symbol of death. Black butterflies (and moths) seen indoors is often considered a warning that the death of someone in the house will soon occur; or, it can indicate that there has been a recent death or illness of someone in the house.

Was this murderer trying to toy with Yoongi? Maybe he was threatening Yoongi. Maybe he was trying to tell him that Yoongi's time was soon to come, because he didn't die that one night with the bridge.

Fuck him, then.

"Hey." Both their heads turned to Myungsoo. He was out just a while ago, they both assumed he returned just now.

"What's up?" Jungkook asked. His eyes seemed almost predatory with Myungsoo, like he was ready to pounce on the boy any second now. Yoongi noticed that his boyfriends behavior with Myungsoo had become stranger and stranger these past few weeks; to put it simply, Yoongi knows that Jungkook likes Myungsoo.

He hated that, because Jungkook was his.

But there was also something else telling him that there was something about Myungsoo. He didn't know what, but he felt like he was... connected to him?

He grimaced at his own stupid, cheesy thoughts. What the fuck was wrong with him? This was like the second time, and it was still with Myungsoo.

Ew.

"Nothing! I just cleaned something up I had to fix." He bowed with a smile, then walked over to a spare room (Yoongi's room, actually) that became Myungsoo's room and closed the door behind him.

"Don't you think he's been acting strange lately?" Jungkook asked Yoongi in a hushed tone.

"Mmm? Why would I care?" He was honestly starting to feel a little jealous. He didn't want his Kookie to be someone else's guy. Even if this guy was some guy he also sort of started to like, for some strange fucking reason.

"Well, it's just... I dunno, he looked rather stressed these past few weeks." He sighed.

"You've been stressed, too. You know that you have college to worry about. As for Myungsoo, we don't know anything about him." He glanced a look at Myungsoo's room's door.

"Then...How about we all play a game?"     

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what game do u think they gon play? comment it bishes