"You invited him here?" Taehyung nearly screamed his vocal chords out, eyes wide.

"Yes," Jimin replied, calmly as he made himself comfortable on Taehyung's couch and rested his feet on the teapoy.

"You bitch! What the fuck? You gave him my house address! Why would you do—"

"To kill two birds with one stone. Find out if he's really a murderer or a serial killer and if he does turn out to be one, I can finally get rid of your sticky ass," Jimin answered as Taehyung stared at him for a few seconds.

Jimin met his eyes, the teasing glint in his orbs didn't go unnoticed by the younger soulmate.

Ding dong!

Like a headless chicken, Taehyung ran out of the living room and back in.

"He could be a serial killer and he's probably standing outside that door of mine with a knife," Taehyung squeaked as he jumped on the couch beside Jimin and grabbed a cushion, curling up with it pressed to his chest.

Jimin rolled his eyes as he got to his feet.

"You really need to be banned from watching those criminal documentaries. I'm not even kidding. You've grown way too paranoid."

"No, Jimin, don't!" Taehyung choked out in fear as he crept after him, pillow still clutched tightly in his hands.

The older ignored him as he unlatched the door and swung it open. A gasp rang aloud and Jimin's eyes widened as large as saucers when he saw who stood before him.

Taehyung dropped the pillow in disbelief.

No way in fucking hell—

Silence reigned until . . .

Taehyung snorted, "well, this is going to be interesting."

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5 April, 2023