"Shit..." Jungkook whispered, his mind racing like time as he tried to figure out how to handle this.

"Why did you keep pushing Jim's anger towards Minnie?!" Jungkook shouted at the therapist behind the desk.

Juliet stayed frozen in her seat. "At first I simply wanted to hear his opinion, but then I wanted to see if I could trigger Minnie to show up and defend himself."

"Why? He's not some science experience!" Jungkook said through gritted teeth.

"Well... is Minnie truly dangerous?" Juliet asked as she leaned back on her chair.

Jungkook released a shuddering breath as previous events with the filter returned to him. "He can get himself into pretty dangerous situations yes..."

Juliet nodded, and looked at the empty chair just behind Jungkook. "Then maybe... you should go get him back?"

Jungkook's eye twitched. He snapped his head back for a sign of Minnie and felt himself sink into a dark hole.

"FUCK!" The student yelled with his entire lung's capacity, before storming out of the room with the speed of lighting and the anger of thunder.

His entire world was spinning. Please god don't let Minnie get himself into another bad situation, he begged on repeat.

Jungkook wasn't sure what he'd do or if he'd be able to hold himself back, and serving a lifesentence in prison had never really been part of his plan.

But then again, neither had dating someone with DID.

Jungkook hurried down the many stairs of the building and entered the busy street outside.

He wouldn't have gotten into a cab right? He wouldn't have gone back to that club right?

"Shit... fuck!" Jungkook grabbed to his head and spinned in circles as he tried to catch a glimpse of the greyhaired man.

This had all been such a mistake. All Jungkook wanted was for Jimin to accept himself, but now he learned the man was further from that goal than Jungkook could've imagined.

The student grabbed his phone and wasn't sure if his next move wasn't entirely stupid.

He called Jim, and waited for an answer as he nervously tapped his foot against ground.

"Please, please, plea-"

"Hello?"

Jungkook's eyes widened until they almost fell from their sockets. He had to keep his cool. He couldn't let Minnie know he was tracking him down.

"Hey Minnie," Jungkook said as casually as he could, though his heart was beating as if it wanted to escape his chest.

"Why did you call?" Minnie asked, the sound of an engine running clearly in the background of the filter's delicate voice.

Jungkook started looking around again. Shit... he did take a cab...

"Well you just walked out of the room... I wanted to know if you were okay."

Minnie sighed and it sounded as if he took the phone away from his ear to tell the driver of his taxi that they had reached his stop

"I don't like therapists... they always tell me I need to die," Minnie said after putting the phone to his ear again. "They tell me I'm no longer neccesairy for Jimin's survival, but they're wrong. There will always be bad people that want to hurt Jimin. You think you know everything about the guy of the shadows? The guy that waited behind the building? Jim would never tell you. He'd never allow any of us to tell you the whole story."

Jungkook was stunned. His eyes had stopped searching for the greyhaired. What... what was Minnie talking about? There was more? More horror? How much worse could it get?!

Jungkook shook his head at the idea of even more pain hiding in Jimin's past. But he'd been thinking about it, secretely. He'd been asking himself questions. Like why hadn't Jimin simply gone to his grandma when the man behind the building attacked him? How could she not have known or seen something was wrong? Questions Jungkook had to put to the back of his mind to move on.

"Minnie where are you?" Jungkook asked sternly, losing the act of remaining casual completely.

Minnie hummed as if he were amuzed. "We can't let Jim be late for his shooting can we?" He said with a playful naughtiness to his voice.

Jungkook opened his mouth to speak but the filter had hung up the phone before he could talk.

The student wasn't sure how to react to any of whay he'd just been told. He had no time to become overwhelmed. He had to get Minnie home and safe and then he'd see what needed to come next. One step at a time.

Jungkook raised his hand to grab a cab and prayed Minnie hadn't lied about his whereabouts. But he also prayed that Min Yoongi wasn't the one shooting today, because it was no secret to anyone that the man liked Jimin a bit more than most of his models.

~~~

"Cameraman~" Minnie sang as he threw his arms around the unsuspecting photographer, pecking his cheek when the man turned to look at who had ambushed him.

"Jimin?" Yoongi said with a frown, though his face broke into a pleased smile once he saw the filter. "I didn't know I'd be shooting you today. You seem happy. Did you finally dump the uptight boyfriend?"

Minnie pouted his lips as his eyes traveled down Yoongi's face.

"What boyfriend?" He asked, raising his chin with a self-assured smirk.

Yoongi grinned. "Thank god. Didn't think that would last long anyway. You need someone that can perfectly appreciate your beauty."

Minnie hummed and distanced himself from Yoongi, only to circle the photographer like a shark as his hands softly traced the man's arm and back.

"My beauty huh?" The filter asked, placing both his hands on Yoongi's shoulders. "You think you can appreciate it better Yoongi?" Minnie sedictively whispered into the photographer's ear, working the man's muscles as he massaged his shoulders.

Yoongi's eyes slipped shut right away. "Damn... Jimin you should stop before I melt in your hands," he said after moaning at the pleasent touch.

"Do you want me to stop?" Minnie asked, slowing down his hands for a small moment.

Yoongi chuckled. "Hell no."

Minnie pursed his lips for a split seconds before moving on with his actions. "Do you want to melt photographer? Or do you want me to melt? Do you want me like a puddle in your hands that you can do with as you please?"

The filter brought his lips to the back of the photographer's neck and placed soft kisses on the man's pale skin. "You better choose quickly cameraman, we're running out of time."

Yoongi groaned quietly as he felt his jeans tighten. "You always knew I liked you didn't you?"

Minnie bit down softly on Yoongi's skin, causing the photographer to release a startled whimper.

"It was easy to see," Minnie said, before walking around Yoongi to face the man yet again. "The things you imagined when Jim-... when I posed for you... you wanted to rip those clothes off of me didn't you?"

Yoongi gulped as Minnie made the distance between their faces less and less. "I... I should keep things proffes-"

"Did you imagine me fucking you, or you fucking me Yoongi? Or did you dream about it both ways?" Minnie asked, drawing the photographer in as if his eyes were hypnotic. "Do you want it both ways Yoongi? Would you like to photograph every single part of me? Every detail? Do you wanna feel if my skin is as soft as you imagined? Feel if my ass is just as tight?

Yoongi nodded subcontiously as if he'd fallen into a trance, his most secretive desires being brought into full exposure.

"Take me someplace where we can be alone Yoongi," Minnie whispered, biting his lips as he stroked the side of the man's face. "Let me show you what you've been dreaming of."

The filter grabbed the man's hand and pulled him towards the exit of the studio. "Are you sure about that Jimin?" Yoongi asked as he stumbled after the model.

Minnie glanced back at the photographer with a smile that looked disturbing in it's very nature. "Don't you want me to be your muse Yoongi?Appreciate my beauty the way no one else can?"

The filter dragged the man towards the parking lot with no sign of stopping. "I know it's what you want."

~~~

"Have you seen Jimin?" Jungkook asked every stylist he ran into as he ran around in the studio.

The man was going frantic, his hair messy from coaming his hands through it so many times and his eyes blown out as if he'd taken the wrong medication.

"Where's Yoongi? Is he shooting today?" Jungkook asked another stylist that had simply been minding her own business.

"Oh.. uhm," the girl stammered. "Yoongi was just here... maybe he took a break? Oh wait no he already had his break..."

Jungkook's eyes fluttered as he nodded, looking around with twitched movements as if he was graduadly losing his mind.

"I.. I need his adress do you have his adress?" He asked with a quivering voice.

The lady looked afraid to shake her head no but she did it anyway.

"Goddamnit!" Jungkook spat, grabbing his phone from his pocket again to dial his close friend.

"NAMJOON!"

"Oh, hey Kook how are you doi-"

"I need you to figure out where the fuck Min Yoongi lives!" Jungkook shouted into the phone, pacing around the studio since he simply didn't have much else to do.

Namjoon sounded a bit rattled. "Uh, okay why? Is it an emergenc-"

"Minnie ran away again Jesus Christ I'm such a goddamn idiot!" Jungkook yelled through Namjoon's question. "Why did I bring him to a therapist? Jim warned me. He wasn't ready. I should've known he wasn't ready. I should've listened!"

"Okay, okay calm down. Don't beat yourself up. Remember, Jin lost him too once, do you think he's an idiot?"

Just as Jungkook opened his mouth to say no Namjoon spoke again.

"You better say no if you wanna live Kook."

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "I was gonna say no Namjoon, I get it. But it still sucks and I need that guy's adress so I can murder him and throw his body into a dumpster... do you have any bleach at home?"

"Jungkook chill please, you're not gonna kill anyone. Do you think Minnie went home with this guy?"

Jungkook nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure. God, I'm going to crack his skull like a sodacan I swear to god."

"Jungkook, you can't do that. Minnie probably made him think he was interested."

Jungkook's face fell in disdain. "Just find out where he lives Namjoon!"

"Oh I already know it but you need to promise me you won't kill him."

Jungkook started holding out his hand for a new cab. "I won't... unless he did something worthy of death... like touching him..."

A deep sigh was heard from the other side of the phone. "Fine, but I'm not getting you a lawyer if you fuck up. The adress is...."

~~~

"Well, this is it," Yoongi said after opening the door to his apartement.

Minnie floated into the room and looked around.

The place wasn't luxious or all too fancy, but the photographer clearly knew how to add style.

All of his furniture was black or white and shiny, and he had a few plants to decorate empty corners.

On the walls hung pictures he had taken of models in his career, and one of them immediatly catched Minnie's eye.

He walked towards the picture that hung just above the tv after completely scanning the room.

"Me?" he asked, pointing at the picture that showed Jimin in an outfit with just a pair of jeans on and the waistband of his boxers showing.

Yoongi visibly gulped and shyly looked down. "Kind of forgot that I hung that one there..." he admitted as his cheeks reddened.

Minnie took another glance at the photograph as he quietly mumbled something to himself. "You'd allow yourself to be photographed like that Jim? I thought you found Jimin's body all pure and special..."

The filter turned back to Yoongi and walked towards the photographer as he innocently batted his eyelashes. "Do you want more of those pictures cameraman? Private? Just for you?" he asked before wrapping his arms around the man's neck.

"That way you won't have to visualise all too much when you're jacking yourself off thinking of me."