3rd Person's POV

"I'm the killer, your Senpai." As if the sky also agreed that this is exactly what had to be spoken, the claps of thunder arrived on cue immediately after Yoongi's confession has greatly pierced the thin air but no one flinched.

Not blinking nor removing his hard gaze, the senior only stares at the pretty male in front of him with transparent eyes that now have absolutely nothing behind them. He got no secrets left to hide.

No one speaks for the next 10 awkward seconds and Yoongi tries to swallow the nasty taste inside his mouth that always return after observing the little details, like for example; How Jimin hasn't blinked his eyes yet. The freshman was in a state of shock and Yoongi can't blame him at all.

"Do you hate me now?" It's just a question to break the ice but the senior's tone only hardens because of how he wanted to punch himself for asking something so obvious. Of course, Jimin would hate him...who would want to continue loving a sick murderer?

"I killed 5 people for you and I would kill more to have you." Feeling the need to push further until he reached the limit where there is nothing more to say, the mint haired male dryly chuckled at his own insanity as he takes a slow step closer to the latter who still hasn't moved a single inch from where he stood, soiled on the grey carpet.

The grey carpet which Yoongi sees blood in as it leaks from the polaroids of Jimin's exes that were hung up on the walls. It's quite a scene; the bright inky colour surrounding the frozen freshman who hadn't dared to take a step away from what he unknowingly created.

"For me..." Jimin lightly whispered underneath his sharp intake that became more present than ever once the rooms fall into utter silence. So it's true, Yoonie really is the killer. Jimin has already lost count of how many times he repeated that simple realisation.

Yoongi carefully leaned closer with his pained eyes staring deep into Jimin's clueless brown ones. Then, he only inhaled deeply to shudder out another eery laugh which was followed by yet again another similar question that he can't help asking.

"Are you scared of me Angel?"

The freshman didn't respond but instead, he quickly tears his wide surprised eyes away from his boyfriend who now watches with harshly frowned eyebrows and a confused pair of eyes that showcased a sudden rush of fear.

The next thing Jimin knows is that Yoongi began to shout like a mad man with his unrecognisable voice deepening and becoming so hoarse that it rings like a broken fire alarm inside his numb ears.

"Answer me Jimin ah! It's not like you fucking cares about those dead bastards. You love me! You care for me only! I k-know you do..." Yoongi's chest rises and falls drastically as his ragged breathing became uneven simply by the latter not replying or saying any words to soothe his growing moral panic.

At this second as Jimin refused to spare a look at him, Yoongi hated the silence between them more than anything else in the entire world and he only wishes for it to end soon.

So with that high hope, Yoongi brings a hand up to caress the younger's delicate face. "Jimin ah, I-"

"Go downstairs."

"Go downstairs..." Hands pausing abruptly before it could touch Jimin's cheek, the mint haired senior repeated slowly as if he was trying to process the order which was spoken so monotonously that it nerve wrecked him because of how he has never heard something like that coming from his sweet Angel before.

Of course, Yoongi begin to panic. It was as if Jimin is kicking him out of his own house or the male just simply didn't want to see his face anymore which, by the way, is most likely worst than the first theory although Yoongi wished that there were none in the first place.

Jimin cleared his throat a little. "And make me Ramyeon." Soon, he hears a tiny sound of relief coming from his cute boyfriend who came back to his senses and nodded his head obediently before walking out with two cups of ramen still held up to his chest.

Fuck, he is telling a killer to make him ramen.

This is some hot girl shit.

As soon as he can, Jimin snapped himself out of the thought which Taehyung would have probably whispered excitedly beside his ears but he is not here and the freshman finally looks up to find himself alone once again.

"Yoongi hyung is Senpai." Jimin unconsciously repeated and he couldn't help the little smile that forms in the corner of his mouth as his heart races with pure excitement just like the time he opens those romantic letters every school morning.

*A Few Moments Later*

"Smells nice." Jimin commented once he reached the kitchen where that delicious aroma hits his sensitive nose and makes his stomach craves to have a bite.

"T-thank you."  Yoongi nervously says while biting down his bottom lips as he wasn't sure of what the younger has on his mind right now. Is he pretending that this didn't happen? No...why would Jimin do that? Wait, shit! He must be thinking of questions to ask.

"Hurry up hyung~" A whiny sound that Yoongi loves to hear can be heard from a certain pyjama boy who was already seated on the dining chair, waiting to shove some noodles inside his watering mouth.

"Shit..." The senior muttered quietly as he jumped out of his train of thoughts and rushes over to serve a steamy cup of ramen for his boyfriend and also one for himself despite feeling intimidated that Jimin doesn't seem the slightest bit of mad when he should be.

"Finally." Jimin sighed in contentment as he takes the chopsticks from his boyfriend's hand and started slurping up the ramyeon that is just the right amount of spicy, just how he likes it.

Meanwhile, Yoongi anxiously takes a seat opposite from the latter and also digs in too but as he carefully slurps up the delicious noodles, the corner of his eyes noticed that the younger was staring constantly and the fact itself only makes the worried thoughts flooded in again.

Yoongi frowned a little and clutches around the cardboard cup to lifts it off the modern glass table before tilting it slightly just so his reddening lips could drink up the hot soup while thinking hard of where he went wrong.

"Did I add too much spice? No, but Jiminie once said the spicier the better, wait- no! I must have added too much water, his noodles are gonna' be soggy-"

"So why did you have to kill my ex-boyfriends?"

Choking at the sudden question, Yoongi pathetically gagged before he then quickly regains his smart posture, professionally clear his throat and let his shoulders narrow inwards as he slowly started explaining with a tremendous amount of hesitation to find the right word.

Who knows? Maybe if he make one mistake, Jimin would leave like a fever dream.

"I-I killed them b-because they don't deserve you..."

"And you think you do?" Jimin raised a brow as if he is one of the job interviewers but the question had Yoongi gulping the thickening tension inside his throat since he knows exactly what to say and actually has always been known what the answer to that question may be.

"No. I never think I deserved you but I'm confident that I'm way better than those assholes you dated for what? 17 hours just to suck their bean-sized dicks?" Although staying calm and handling the situation with his cool being kept is clearly the better option, the senior could not restrain his honest thoughts as he laughed cockily and let his gaze settled back on Jimin who seemed amused.

"All they do is use you and I can't fucking watch any longer so I do as I want." Yoongi hissed more as he wasn't going to let this chance of what he had always been wanting to tell Jimin slide ever since he saw the latter letting a total bastard shove a tongue inside his sweet little mouth.

"I don't like it when my property is being disrespected. Everyone who dares to touch what's mine should never live again." Yoongi further added while gripping onto the sides of the table to hold himself down along with the ignited anger that burns until there is nothing left to outburst.

Shit.

Heart suddenly dropping down to the bottom of his guts that makes a mini hurricane of its own, Yoongi's eyes widened at the realisation of what just happened and fastly brought a hand up to cover his screwed loose mouth from slipping any further.

He has said way too much and Jimin is literally sitting right there on the end of the table while looking at him with pair of eyes that Yoongi is too afraid to even look at or attempt to guess their meaning. He has screwed up big time and is too stupid for his own good.

"Wow..." Feeling as speechless as ever, Jimin breathes and Yoongi's stomach did an unpleasant backflip as all he could think of doing right now was wait like the now cold noodles he has stopped devouring.

"Please say something." Yoongi silently pleaded and wishes that he could read the confusing younger right now because he knows that if his Angel wanted him far away then he would do it.

He would because it's Jimin so if he never wanted to see his face ever again then Yoongi will never show up, if he wishes to see him suffer then he will torture the life out of him, if he wanted him to fuck off then he will fucking fuck off and if his Angel wanted him dead then he will kill-

"I never knew you love me that much." Jimin shyly murmured while madly blushing as he twists and turned his body in his seat because of how he was struggling to hide away the flattering feelings Yoongi gave him with his great speech.

Jaws hanging wide open at the reaction he certainly wasn't expecting, Yoongi's disbelieving eyes felt like it would pop out of his skull and splattered into the half-full cup of ramen, adding more mess to this chaotic night.

"You won't l-leave me?" Feeling hesitant but couldn't afford to let his small hope grow any bigger, the mint haired senior asked with his namly eyebrows squashing together because he certainly did not think that the latter would be smiling and blushing this cutely for someone undeserving like him.

"Why should I leave you? You did nothing wrong." Jimin burst out giggling at his totally dumbfounded boyfriend as if he had just asked a question that has the most obvious answer to it.

The older man watches with surprised Pikachu's eyes before his lingering gaze soon followed Jimin who abruptly stood up from his chair and takes a short walk around the table just to plops himself down on Yoongi's man spread legs.

"All you did was love me to the fullest." The freshman whispered slowly beside the elder's ear as he carefully sneaked his pliant arms around Yoongi's pale nape that started forming goosebumps.

"Are you serious right now Park Jimin." Yoongi rasps out in a deep voice before crawling his large bony hands up to roam easily under the pretty male's silk pyjamas that now drapes over the back of his palm instead of the latter's waist that burns pleasantly under his touch.

"I have never been this sure and I've seen no man as passionate as you." Jimin smiled with sincerity as they locked eyes and both lean in slowly to give each other a gentle peck before merging their lips fully on one another as if a magnetic force was pulling them closer.

Yoongi mindlessly presses his thumbs over the joint of Jimin's hips before then draws sensual circles and suck gently onto Jimin's upper lips to show dominance before going back in to taste the evident ramen which Jimin had fun slurping a second ago.

Lips moving in sync and going back to forth like the crashing of waves against the steady shore, Yoongi was first to calm down his tide and eventually disconnected their kiss that was just as soft as marshmallows that melt near the campfire.

Letting out breathless giggles, Jimin throws his orange head back and cups Yoongi's smiley face with his warm hands as he softly caresses the elder's squishy pale cheeks before a teasing smirk appears in the corner of his wet lips.

"Looks like I have to be extra careful of who I flirt with now." Jimin whimpered softly before shuffling against Yoongi's crotch on purpose as he weakly drapes his hands down to ghost over the elder's buff chest that won't be protected by a grey sweater for long.

"You shouldn't be flirting in the first place." Yoongi gritted out with an already forming harsh frown and could not help the sudden firmness of his hands around the freshman's delicate waist which managed to elicit a low gasp from Jimin's plump lips.

"I love it when you're jealous, so fucking sexy." The freshman moaned in pleasure once he has taken in the burning desire inside Yoongi's dark orbs on him.

"Of course you do but I don't enjoy feeling this way Angel." The minty haired senior sighed briefly and slowly slides his hands down to caress Jimin's thighs instead since he was afraid to hurt the latter.

"But doesn't this mean you can show everyone I'm yours?" Jimin suggested in realisation and as expected, a charming smirk was quick to make its way on Yoongi's stretching lips.

"No boys will dare to look at me or play with my hair once you show them that this slut is collared and only Min Yoongi's." The pretty orange-haired male dreamily slurred while maintaining deep eye contact as if he was trying to drown Yoongi with those alluring scenarios.

And it seems to work just fine since when Jimin slightly brushes the tip of his fingers near his boyfriend's awakening erection, Yoongi huff out a low aroused growl az his mind supported the idea of showing everyone who's property is Jimin.

The cockiness he feels right now is beyond cloud nine and Yoongi doesn't think he will get down from his high anytime soon, not when the latter continues to amuse him with that little smart kitten tongue of his.

"Show them. Teach them! Brag about how I'm only yours, Senpai."

"That's right. You are only mine." Head angled to the right and his hands feeling powerful atop the male's pretty pair of thighs, Yoongi waste no more time to crash his lips against Jimin once again.

And that's how their night end; inside each other's arms where they both truly belong.