Jimin runs a hand through his hair, his lungs filling with air before he exhales. He couldn't stop thinking about the argument, how unreasonable Jungkook was being. He'd never been so controlling before or aggressive. If Jimin didn't know any better he'd of sworn Jungkook was willing to go far as hit him. But Jimin hated he thought that.

Jungkook would never hurt him right? Wouldn't stoop that low. Wouldn't dare touch him in any way that wasn't consensual or out of love.

He shook his head, groaning out in frustration while he rubs his aching eyes. He'd been confined to his computer for hours, typing up what he had for his story. Yoongi has been a great help, offering him what he could on the open investigation. Jimin was grateful for that, usually cops weren't so forthcoming. He enjoyed working with the sherif, found him fun and carefree. He didn't exactly fit the role, wasn't stiff or dull nor did he come off arrogant.

Yoongi made him smile, almost made him forget about his fight with his so called loving husband.

Jimin clicks his neck, arching his back to loosen his tight muscles. He sighs in satisfaction when he hears the delicious sound of cracking bones. His ears perk up to the sound of his phone buzzing, he glances down frowning to see his husbands name blaring at him.

Jimin's fingers immediately hit the decline button, he's been ignoring his calls all day. Not quite ready to talk to him, still harping anger towards his so called husband.

"Aren't you going to answer that? It's been ringing all day." He's startled by the low voice of the sherif, making him jump slightly in his seat.

"It's no one important, it's fine." Jimin flips his phone over, blocking Jungkook out as much as he could.

Yoongi just nods, taking a seat beside him on the make shift desk he had set up for him. They share a polite smile, the silence not lingering long.

"How you going? The desk alright? Sorry I've been absent just a lot to do, this investigation is huge." Yoongi removes his oversized sheriff hat, laying it down on the table.

"No. No it's fine, I've got a lot done. You've given me so much, thank you." Jimin found his eyes trailing over his appearance, a man in uniform really was quite seducing.

"Great. Don't usually like the press but you're all right Jimin." Yoongi pats his back, the gentle gesture jumbling his insides.

Jimin felt pride in that, though it was a small compliment he felt flattered. Yoongi liked him and respected his work. Saw that he was useful, that he could hold his own unlike his husband could. Why couldn't Jungkook be this supportive, be like Yoongi and trust in him.

"You know I've never seen anything like this, these murders are something else. So violent, so personal in nature like the women they kill hold some kind of significance I haven't quite figured out yet." Yoongi expresses his own thoughts on the case, he'd been forming this theory on the killer.

Jimin swivels in his chair, giving him his full attention as he listened to his thoughts.

"What does that mean. Do you think the killer knew these women?" Jimin tilts his head cutely to the side, Yoongi loosens one button on his shirt.

"Not necessarily. The women could be strangers to them but just remind them of someone. I believe the killer is a man judging by the victims and the way they're killed though I can't completely rule out a women." He keeps on rampling on, Jimin contently listening.

Jimin goes to speak but suddenly the door to his little office bursts open. He snaps his head to find Jungkook storming in looking stark rage mad.

"Jungkook? What are you doing here?" He blinks at him, not expecting to see his husband.

"You're not answering my calls. I came to get you, it's late." Jungkook's fiery eyes fall upon Yoongi, a strong glare directed at him.

"So? I've still got work to do, you shouldn't have come here. Whose looking after bailey?" Jimin didn't need this right now, Jungkook couldn't just come barging into his place of work barking out orders at him.

Jungkook suppresses a snarky growl, jaw clenching at hearing Jimin didn't want him here. He was his husband, he had every right to come look for him.

"Bailey's in the car, he's fine. I'm not leaving until you come with me." Jungkook hooks his arms across his chest, standing firm to show his dominance.

Jimin winces in a defeated sigh, rubbing his forehead as his head began to ache. He knew Jungkook's threat was real, he wouldn't leave unless he was tied in tow.

"Fine. I'll go. You didn't need to come here Jungkook, I can make my own way home." Jimin spoke through gritted, gathering his stuff.

"I'm sorry but who are you exactly? You can't just come barging in like this. It's a police station not your house." Yoongi spoke up through the thick haze Jungkook created, finding a dislike to the man.

Jungkook snapped his bleeding gaze towards the sherif, his vivid imagination running wild with fantasies of killing the cocky man.

"I am his husband." It only took four words but Yoongi could hear the anger within him.

Jimin picked up his belongings, aware if he stayed any longer Jungkook night do something rash.

"I'm sorry Yoongi, I've got to go. Thanks for everything." He looks to him with sad eyes, Yoongi could see it and he wasn't sure if he was comfortable with him leaving.

"Are you comfortable with being alone with him? You don't have to listen to him." Yoongi gently touches his arm, pulling him down to whisper in his ear.

"I'll be fine." Jimin assures him, pulling away to see Jungkook glaring.

Jungkook quickly reaches for him, yanking him away in a sudden possessiveness. He felt threatened by the man, not liking how close he was to his husband or the fact he was the man working his murders. He had to keep his distance, couldn't let the police know who he was or things would get complicated.

"Let's go Jimin." He drags him out the office, through the crowd of police that littered the building.

Yoongi watched them with a keen eye, something about Jungkook didn't sit right with him. He seemed rather dominating and forceful. A man like Jimin shouldn't be treated with anything but kindness. That's at least what Yoongi thought.

"I can't believe you Jungkook! You can't just storm in like that. You're not my keeper." Jimin yanks his arm away from his tight grip when they step outside, he was seething with rage.

"But I am your husband! I was worried about you, you weren't returning my calls." Jungkook tried to touch him but Jimin flinches away.

"Do you really think you have a right? You spend every night out late and do you phone me once? No! But I can't have one night without you overreacting, it's pathetic." Jimin didn't understand him, why he suddenly was acting like a caring husband when it's been months with nothing.

Jungkook didn't know what to say, when he was out Jimin-his family was the last thing on his mind. It only consumed with the need to kill, thirst for blood.

Jimin walks off in a huff, heading to the car where he sees their son holstered into his booster seat. He opens the door, placing his papers down.

"Daddy!" Bailey chimes, sounding tired but excited to his dad.

"Hey bay-bear." Jimin ruffles his soft hair, placing a flowery kiss on his forehead.

He tugs in the blanket which had fallen, making sure Bailey was snug and warm. He closes the door, not sparing a glance to Jungkook as he gets into the passenger seat.

"Jimin-." Jungkook gets in the car, reaching out for his hand but Jimin retracts it.

"Don't Jungkook. Just don't." He didn't bother acknowledging him, keeping his eyes fixed ahead.

The drive home was silent other than the blissful sounds of Bailey's snores. Jimin radiated this harsh heat, Jungkook could feel the anger seeping from his skin. The moment the car stopped Jimin was out, fetching their sleeping son, scooping him in his arms as he carried him into the house. Bailey clings to him, stuffing his face into his neck as he stays coxed in his deep slumber.

He gently lays him down in his bed, pulling the duvet over his small body. He has to softly pull his arms away from his neck, Bailey didn't want to let go.

"I love you baby, so much." Jimin whispered in his ear, giving him another warm kiss.

He leaves his bedroom, quietly closing the door before heading to his own. He immediately groans when he finds Jungkook sitting on their bed.

"I think you should sleep on the couch tonight, I'm not ready to speak to you." Jimin walks across the room, going to his wardrobe as he slowly unbuttons his shirt.

"Jimin please, I'm sorry Okay. I know I've been absent and neglectful lately. I love you, I really do." He stands up from where he sat, moving to sneak behind Jimin.

He wrapped his arms around his slim fitting waist, it was unwanted by Jimin yet he did nothing to stop it.

"Saying I love you isn't going to fix this Jungkook, I need time. I'm sick of just letting you walk all over me, come in here all touchy and forgive you when you haven't shown me you deserve it. If you really are sorry you'll stop whatever it is you do when you're out late." Jimin cranes his neck to look at him, the seriousness bright in his eyes.

Jungkook licks his lips, wishing so desperately that he could stop. That he didn't need to go out in the lurking night to fulfil his devilish desires.

"I will Jimin, I promise. No more lies, no more disappearing. I'll do anything for you, anything." He plants a delicate kiss on his neck, lying through his teeth that he would change.

But the fact was. You can take a horse to water but you can't make it drink. Jungkook wasn't ready to stop, not until his blood thirst was finally quenched.

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Sorry it's late babes ! Won't be so long for the next one

Love you my psycho bunnies 🐰