3rd's Person's POV

The next day, Yoongi as promised has shown Jimin around and the latter soon came to know that the house they are actually living in was passed down from Yoongi's grandfather after he has sadly become no more in this world.

Moreover, the senior also takes his Daffodil into a secret garden where he would usually cry alone on one of the wooden benches and watches the Blue&Grey butterflies roaming around for only 7 days when things get tough.

"Promise me you won't cry alone ever again. no matter what happens, my shoulders are always free."

"Promise. Is your ass free too? I'm getting horny just by looking at you."

"Why do you always ruin the perfect moment?"

"Correction, there are no such things called a perfect moment." Turning to the love of his life, the peeking sun on his cloudy days and his never-ending obsession, Yoongi's fond smile doesn't fade for even a single second as speaks gently while playing with the younger's cute little rainbow clips.

"Because every moment is perfect when I'm with you."

"Great. Now you're getting cheesy." Jimin rolled his eyes although deeply, he loves it when Yoongi get all over the top and the elder probably knows that too judging from the satisfied look on his face.

Of course, the freshman had no choice but to make his boyfriend's horniness disappear but that resulted in them being 30 minutes late for dinner at a newly opened seafood restaurant with the rest of the gang who were waiting with hungry stomachs and chopsticks ready to stab someone in their hands.

But in addition, Hoseok also brought someone special he found at a club 1 month ago and everyone could see the rainbow hearts inside his twinkling eyes that are brighter than any stars.

"This is Dahyunie!"

"Nice to meet you all, I hope we could get along." The girl with long pink hair, fair skin and Eagle eyes smiled widely as she was hoping to maintain a good relationship with her lovely boyfriend's friends.

After the absolutely scrumptious dinner, Jimin was first to crash out on the passenger seat but Yoongi doesn't complain as he simply carries the latter to bed and makes sure to tug him inside the white duvet before getting in too after a late-night shower.

Soon, it was another ordinary early Monday morning within a blink of an eye and sleeps really works that way to some people who gave in to its pleasant slumber but for those who don't find their eyes drooping down and ready to falls shut on the first school period.

Despite getting more than enough sleep, that still was not the case for Jimin as he finds himself pouting yet paranoid at the same time all because of his boyfriend who still has three extra classes compared to his free periods for the rest of the day.

But do you know what this actually means? It certainly implied that Jimin had to leave Yoongi all by himself.

Let me repeat that. All by himself.

This is the sole reason why the freshman hates Mondays the most. It causes his heart to worry, make a frown appear on his face and forces his head to overthink all the...possibilities.

He is too afraid to leave the elder out of sight because of what might happen during the unimaginably long time Jimin's eyes were not glued to Yoongi as if the senior was a stick of delicious candy that he is.

Jimin is paranoid that the killer who used to send him love letters, fresh stems of Daffodils and managed to make him have a teeny tiny crush on the male would pop out of nowhere and do things that the freshman could never imagine once he- no, once 'they' let their guards down.

Being frustrated that he could not do what typical couples do with his lovely boyfriend is already a lot for both of them but this too? Jimin could not afford to get panicked over again on this heart-sinking Monday.

But he has no choice, this was for the best remember?

"Hyung I don't wanna go..."

"Then you would have to wait for like 3 hours baby." They are in an empty janitor room this time and Yoongi dare not to say that it is the same place where he unregretfully murdered Taemin in ways he choose to not recall.

"I would wait like last time but Tae and Jin hyung wanted to go for smoothie and karaoke." Another pout. Yoongi kissed it away.

"I'll be back, don't worry kitten."

Jimin's POV

And so Jimin waits.

At home all by himself behind a door that he wishes to see his boyfriend returning with slacked shoulders and tired eyes that screams sleep so it would be his cue to be this cuddle monster personal teddy bear.

So Jimin waits for only a couple of hours which seemed like an eternity, he hates it.

He fucking hates that person who used to make him feel appreciated and kills many just for him but to be honest, the freshman nearly forgot the guy's name which Jin on the other hand calls 'simp' but it happens to be the same nickname his innocent Yoonie likes to be called.

Especially in bed.

Senpai wasn't it? Jimin remembers fantasizing over the name way before Yoongi appears as a customer- no pardon him...he appears as a totally hot and caring daddy in his live when at some point he decided to stream every Tuesday as a camboy who goes by the name 'Babyboy_97'

Yet Jimin still remembers the reason behind why and how he started doing that shit he regretted so much only because of this one person who goes by 'Senpai'.

He also remembers being so desperate for someone to at least love or even does as much as appreciating him but in the end, Yoonie, Suga or Min Yoongi did that and he is forever thankful to know that this man is all he will ever wish for.

But now, Jimin is worrying shit for his boyfriend's own safety.

Yoongi isn't like any other guys he killed. He is a part of him, a fragment that the freshman had stupidly forgotten but now remembered so crystal clearly and also his saviour who does come back in the end.

Jimin hates this 'Senpai'...

For making him become this paranoid.

And hates himself...

for still thinking about his pretty words.

The doorbell ring and echoes through the house and bad thoughts vanished from Jimin's head like a snapped finger as the freshman slipped out of the kitchen stool and sprint over towards the wooden door just to swung it open with an overworking heart.

"Yoonie!" Jimin called out and once his eyes finally landed on the person behind the door, his heart gave a last tight squeeze before flooding with the sense of relief after seeing that cute gummy smile flashing before him.

"Miss me, love?" Yoongi quirks a knowing brow at Jimin before holding the tip of the younger's chin and diving in for a sweet chaste kiss.

"More than ever." The orange-haired male gladly beamed back as he let out a small relieved sigh and buries his head deep inside the crooks of Yoongi's neck to take a long drag of the elder's manly cologne.

"Thanks for coming home safe hyung."

And that's how Jimin's paranoia facade ended with Yoongi returning just to show off his tasty European style steaks, innocently shower together, carefully tuck him inside their bed and not forgetting to kiss him slow but passionate until they fall asleep inside each other's arms.

Everything was just like the usual and Jimin felt grateful for that as he was able to sleep in peace without his mind putting up war and certainly get to snuggle up against this cuddle monster beside him as long as the dusk takes them.

However, it became unfortunate when the night itself suddenly stops...

Waking up by instinct of how suddenly cold the sheets beside him is, Jimin opened his eyes to a dim ceiling and also noted the obvious shift in the bed's weight which usually lean more towards his right-hand side but there was none of that.

The night halts time like the freshman's heartbeat that slows down so drastically that Jimin felt like it would suddenly stop, unlike the harsh wind which made a howling sound through the opened window and force the sheer white curtains to aggressively shivers.

Awake. The freshman's heart accelerates faster and when he finally snapped his neck too fast towards the right, empty sheets and white crumbled pillows struck his once lazy eyes that flashes alarmingly because of the question he began to ask.

"W-where's Y-yoongi?"

Scurrying out of the ridiculously thick layer of duvets that suddenly felt uncomfortable against his skin, Jimin fumbles to shove his feet inside a pair of couple black slippers Yoongi bought for them and rush out of the bedroom.

However, his breathing then hitches after perceiving how the living room and upstairs lights were already switched on. The alerted look inside Jimin's eyes spasm as bad thoughts he never knows would hit him at once began invading his chaotic mind.

His boyfriend went missing tonight.

Yoonie isn't by his side.

He might get him.

"Yoongi! Where are you?!" Fear rushing through his every vessel, Jimin shouted from the top of his throbbing lungs as strings of hot tears hurriedly filled up his stinging eyes that turns into beautiful shimmering crystals in the night.

As expected, there was no reply and once Jimin takes a conscious look around again, he noticed that the front door was wide opened and it made his heart sank as he sprinted towards it and locked the knob with the spare key he hid in one of the plant pots.

"They're in here." Jimin consoled himself as he places his firm sweating palms flat on the door's wooden surface. "Y-yoongi is still here, j-just keep looking."

And Jimin did. He searched everywhere on the first floor while calling out for his lover's name with hope but another wave of anxiety soon hit him harder than a slap when there was not a single response except the angry wind outside.

Jimin wanted to break down to the floor and cries in fear of being alone once again but he does not. He refused to when the determination is still boiling inside of him, being all it takes to ran upstairs and twist every doorknob of each closed room until his boyfriend would magically appear right before his very own eyes.

The panicking freshman takes the first step onto the modern design wooden staircase and in only a matter of a second, he found himself whizzing up with staggered breathing and noisy footsteps that follow him until he reaches a long corridor that he never looked at with so much desperation before.

Yesterday he still remembers how he calmly walked along this corridor with a fluttering heart as Yoongi shows him the rooms one by one and twisting the knob gently to the right but now, Jimin found himself in the same position but the difference here is that he is madly spinning the metal knob to turn open.

"Come on." Jimin muttered underneath his breath as he opens another door to a gaming room but there was still no sign of Yoongi and his hopes did falters a little but not entirely as he only slammed the door shut and ran towards the next one.

"Wait." His footsteps stopping abruptly as if they were put on brake, Jimin's eyes rapidly scanned over a large dark oak door at the end of the corridor which he was sure has never been opened or ever shown to him before.

"Hyung, what about that door?" The curious Jimin pointed towards a room that was located at the farthest end.

"Ah that's just the storage, it's not important. Come on, let's go to the garage Minnie." Yoongi's eyes flicker over to the tall door as he stares at it for a couple of questionable seconds before gulping and quickly turned to the latter to grabs his soft hand before leading him away.

"A storage? Maybe Yoonie could be in the storage...who knows?" With that thought in mind, Jimin closes his hand around the cold knob and did not hesitate to open it. He needs to find Yoonie after all.

"Yoongi where-" As the door easily slides open, Jimin freezes as the smell of the familiar cologne that bundles up right under his nostrils and almost magically comforted his erratic heartbeat.

Once his glassy red eyes sets on what his boyfriend calls a 'storage', a surprise sound left his mouth because of a jet black king-sized bed which was located in the centre of the room, grey painted walls that have a giant horizontal picture frame of a dark blue ocean with calm waves atop of the headboard, vintage wooden book shelves and a mini working desk near the lamp table.

Slowly stepping inside whilst still being stunned by the choice of interiors that screams Yoongi, Jimin closes the door from behind as he eyes the right side of the room and locate a tall dark wardrobe, a shiny body length mirror next to it and another door which he assumed to be the bathroom.

Gaping at the room, Jimin's eyes darted towards the table before squinting at what looked like line papers and many scattered utensils which sprawls over the smooth wooden desk along with the scrunched up sheets.

Feeling compelled to take a closer look, Jimin walked towards the small desk and carefully leaned over but did not expect to notice familiar handwriting which makes his heart race as if it is about to reach its climax. 

"No t-this can't be..." The wind slams against the window and pushes as one before backing away to take another plunge at it like it knows that secrets are called secrets because they were meant to be kept one.

Hands becoming horribly shaky to reach out for one of the papers that were still in one piece and not torn apart like the others, Jimin's eyes were stung with a brand new collection of tears when his vulnerable lips trembles open to read his pretty words aloud.

"Dear My Beautiful Daffodil-