The first time Jimin's mother brought home a man and didn't even bother hiding it from him, Jimin was horrified. The sight of coming home from school and seeing his mother bouncing on top of a man's dick right in their living room, made his toothy grin shatter and the bounce in his steps falter.

Jimin still remembered how traumatised and frozen from terror he was as he watched the unknown man grab her and manhandle her onto her back. The noises coming from her danced along the lines of whines and screeches, which made Jimin believe that the man was hurting her.

So as fast as Jimin could, he dashed to the garage and grabbed the metal bat hidden underneath a pile of dusty boxes. When he came back to the living room, his mother seemed almost lifeless with only small huffs leaving her as the man kept fucking her in a fast rhythm.

But little Jimin didn't know that, all he knew was that there was an unfamiliar man on top of his mother and she was close to being unconscious. So he did what he thought was for the best- He ran towards the two unsuspecting people and raised the bat as high as he could before bringing it down against the man's back.

A loud wail, followed by a thud and screaming was all the seemingly perfect house emitted that day. The man had been furious with what Jimin had done, which resulted in him backhanding Jimin across his cheek before spiting at his mother and leaving the house in a hurry.

Little Jimin was so confused and scared about what had just happened. All he knew was that he had saved his mother, and that the left side of his face was stinging. But when Jimin turned to look at his mother to seek for comfort and validation, he saw nothing but fury on her twisted features. Yet despite the obvious anger on her face, Jimin still crawled over to her with tears brimming in his eyes, and the hope for a tight hug curling around his heart. But all Jimin received was a smack to his other cheek before his mother left the room and ran after the man for her money.

Laying in Taehyung's cold cell with silence as his only companion made Jimin remember the situation with his mother. Jimin could only chuckle at the similarity of it all before shaking his head at his own foolishness for being so clingy. Of course Taehyung would eventually want something else in life, of course they'd eventually fall in love and go their separate ways. Yet despite Jimin already realising it a long time ago, he chose to ignore it and hope that it wouldn't come true.

But it did.

And Jimin wasn't prepared for it to come so soon. He thought that Taehyung was just as happy as he was, he thought they'd have a while longer together. Hell, Jimin actually thought they'd be in this business until they were old and wrinkly because he actually loved this lifestyle and wanted to be a part of it for as long as he could. But Taehyung...turns out Taehyung's feet were leading him somewhere completely different.

It should be easy- to accept Taehyung's desire to flee and pursue something else in life- but it wasn't. Jimin would be lying if he said that the thought of killing Hoseok never crossed his mind, he would've done it too, but as he stood on top of the roof of the prison and gazed down at the couple lounging and smiling at each other with love sick smiles, Jimin's rage seemed to dim and the bitter feeling in his chest wilted.

Jimin watched the couple speak and enjoy each other's presence from afar- neither of them paying attention to the other inmates or guards glancing at them. The two seemed to be in their own little world, and Jimin was envious of that. He remembered when others stood in his place and when he used to sit in Hoseok's place, he remembered when it was just him and Taehyung. It was sad and pathetic, clingy and cringe, but it was true. Jimin wished that they could stay like that forever, but change is inevitable, and Jimin had to face the stone cold truth that Taehyung would have other people in life that he loved just as much as he loved Jimin.

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"Mister Suga?"

A familiar voice intertwined with the creak of the door, and drifted through the air until it reached Jimin's ears. The lavender haired mochi didn't react to the call of Yoongi's name, merely kept following Hoseok and Taehyung with his eyes as they headed back inside with sweet smiles and connected hands.

Chubby fingers tightened around a stolen baton and honeycomb eyes lingered on the place where the couple disappeared to. Jimin released his hold on the baton to wipe away a stray tear on his cheek before forcing a plastic grin on his face and turning around.

Strands of bright orange hair danced along the melody of the wind and ebony coloured eyes flickered over the rooftop until they came in contact with a smirking Jimin. The look of excitement on Kangmin's face shifted and dropped, followed by him taking a wary step back, only to bump into Baekhyun who was looming behind him with a scowl.

"This..this isn't.." Kangmin stuttered to Baekhyun, all while staring back at Jimin with wide eyes and pale cheeks. His eyes flickered down to the stolen baton gripped in Jimin's hand before he spun around and tried to scramble away. Baekhyun blocked his path and push him back harshly, making Kangmin yelp and stumbled back. His foot caught onto a small rock and caused him to topple over, his body slammed into the ground with a thud, and his hands scraped against the ground.

A sharp whistle tore through the air, followed by the sound of lazy footsteps nearing him. Kangmin sat on the ground frozen in terror as he blinked back at Baekhyun's shoes- not being able to look up and meet the eyes boring into his back.

Baekhyun released a deep hum and stared at Jimin with a frown on his lips, "This is the last thing I do for you. If Yoongi catches me, he'll punish me by hurting Chanyeol, and I'm having none of that." Baekhyun huffed and shook his head, his eyes dragged over Kangmin's terrified form before he looked back up at Jimin.

Jimin quirked his brow and tilted his head to the side, "If you don't want Yoongi to find out that you betrayed him and told me everything, then I suggest you-"

"You think Yoongi finding out would harm me?" Baekhyun scoffed out a bitter laugh. He jutted out his hip and hooked his hand around the swell of it, "If he finds out, he'll easily fuck up your mind and manipulate you into believing every word he says. You may be smart, cunning and manipulative, Jimin, but you're in love. And when people like you are in love, they lose the sight of reality and everything around them. In other words, they do stupid things....like trusting someone they've only known for two weeks." Baekhyun rolled his eyes and swayed around before marching back into the prison.

Jimin stared after him with a clenched jaw, the grip on the baton tightened and Jimin's lip curled. At the movement in the corner of his eye, Jimin's attention was captured by Kangmin, who tried to crawl away from him when he was distracted.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jimin purred, sauntering along Kangmin as the man crawled away. He allowed the baton to hang off of his fingers and drag along the ground as he whistled and trailed after Kangmin.

"Please!" Kangmin cried out- having a hunch about why he was tricked into coming here. He heard what happened to Geonwu, and now the fact that Baekhyun got him here by telling him that Yoongi had agreed to allowing him to fuck him, made sudden sense when he saw Jimin.

Jimin was about to kill him.

Kangmin turned around and plopped down on his ass, he tilted his head back and gazed up at Jimin with a silent plead, "Listen, listen...what I said about Yoongi and I having sex, and then you being a whore, I..I didn't mean it. I promise I didn't mean it, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please don't kill me!" Kangmin sobbed- snot dribbling down his nose, only to be swept away by his trembling fingers.

Jimin's brow rose underneath his fringe and nose scrunched up in disgust, he bent down in front of Kangmin and placed the tip of the baton on his calf. Kangmin froze in terror, staring at the baton with unblinking eyes as it slowly strained along his leg.

"Darling, the reason I want to kill you is so much more...complicated than that. I don't think your little brain could even wrap itself around what I'm saying." Jimin breathed out, allowing a breathy giggle and a click of his tongue to slip in the mix. He leaned towards Kangmin just as the tip of the baton reached his dick and pressed against it. Kangmin's eyes fluttered shut and head tilted back at a wave of pleasure massaging through his body.

Pearly white teeth sunk into Jimin's plump lip as he stared at Kangmin's face with a smirk before leaning back and straightening out. Jimin lifted the baton off of Kangmin, leaving him confused and dazed, yet he wasn't able to let out a squeak because as soon as Jimin grabbed the baton with both hands, he raised it above his head and brought it down against Kangmin's skull.

But what Jimin didn't expect was for Kangmin to throw out his hands and catch the baton before it made contact with his skull. Kangmin's face briefly contorted into horror, only for it to crack away and be replaced by something akin to determination.

Kangmin pushed off of the ground and used his bodyweight to throw Jimin off balance. The smaller male stumbled back and stared at Kangmin with shock, that was soon replaced by a devious smirk.

Kangmin ripped the baton out of Jimin's arms and threw it away before brushing past him and dashing away towards the prison. Jimin's eyes flickered between the fallen baton and over to a running Kangmin- his mind trying to calculate whether he'll catch up to him if he goes for the baton, or not. But when Kangmin reached the metal door, Jimin burst into a sprint and dashed after Kangmin like a starved predator.

The glint in his eyes danced between the lines of bloodlust and amusement. Jimin could feel his heart thumping in sync with his steps, and his harsh pants mixing with the wind nipping at his ears. He reached the metal door, seconds after Kangmin had, and ripped it open.

Jimin flew through the door and rushed down the concrete stairs- following right after Kangmin who was crying out for help while trying to get away from him. A small ache built up in Jimin's thighs from how fast his feet were bouncing from step to step. The empty stairway was filled with the sound of soles smacking against concrete steps, and their harsh pants mixing together.

Jimin's eyes glared into Kangmin's back and he quickly realised that he won't catch up to him if he continued like this. Kangmin would escape into the prison and Jimin didn't want anyone to see him kill the hacker. So instead of jumping from step to step, Jimin inhaled a deep breath and pounced from the top of the stairs and over to Kangmin, who had reached the bottom.

Jimin flew through the air with his breath still stuck in his lungs and eyes tearing up as he thoughts about his body colliding with the ground. He spread his arms and narrowed his eyes at Kangmin's back, and just as the latter swished around to dash down another row of stairs, Jimin slammed into him.

The pair crashed to the ground- smashing their limbs against the concrete and scraping the skin off of their bones. Jimin's entire side ached and bones rattled from the fall, yet his arms stayed locked around a groaning Kangmin. He winced and shifted, sitting up straighter before quickly grabbing Kangmin and pushing him agaisnt the ground.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Kangmin exclaimed, suddenly spurting up and pushing Jimin back. He rushed up to his feet and scrambling away from Jimin- staring back at him like he had lost his mind. Kangmin brushed off the dirt from his clothes and peered at the last row of stairs behind him, that led to safety, before turning back to Jimin.

Jimin stumbled up to his feet with a hiss of pain and a grimace on his face. He dusted off his clothes with shaking hands, only for his fingers to come in contact with his torn up shirt. Jimin cursed under his breath when he saw a hole in the shirt and a scrape on his hip.

"This is your fault, you know. If you hadn't of ran, none of this would've happened." Jimin scoffed, looking up at Kangmin and shoving a finger in his face with a pout.

Kangmin's face twisted into a look of disbelief and he stumbled back to get closer to the stairs. His eyes flickered over to the metal door once again before he met Jimin's eyes, "If you didn't try to kill me...I wouldn't have ran." Kangmin spat back.

And just as Jimin predicted, Kangmin tried to jump down the stairs to reach the door, but Jimin merely leaped forward and grabbed the back of his shirt. The shirt tore from the force of the pull, yet Kangmin still flew back and crashed into Jimin. The pair slammed into the concrete wall before crumbling to the ground with matching groans.

Jimin flicked away the pain running through his veins and pushed Kangmin off of him. He easily climbed on top of the dazed male, who wasn't used to such treatment, and curled his fingers around his throat.

Jimin sat on top of Kangmin's chest- sweat dripping down his temple and blood soaking into the side of his shirt. His expression was the one of satisfaction and hope as he squeezed the neck of Yoongi's only hacker in the prison. And when Kangmin choked and pushed at his arms, when he bucked his hips and trashed around- trying to get Jimin off- the mochi merely smirked in satisfaction and allowed his head to fill with the thought that he had succeeded with ruining Yoongi's plan.

Even though killing Kangmin would ruin all of them getting out of here, it would only result in Yoongi heading off to another prison, while Jimin and Taehyung stayed here. Jimin would have enough time to think of another way to get out, and then Jimin would find a way to get that tracker out of his stomach before it grew into his skin. Jimin only hoped that his plan would work and Yoongi wouldn't suspect anything.

Jimin easily smacked away Kangmin's wandering hands and stared right into his eyes. Kangmin struggled to suck in a breath as his once pale skin turned a bright shade of red with hints of blue. A stray tear escaped his eye and trailed along his cheekbone.

With a small burst of energy, he shot out hands hands and dug his nails into Jimin's forearms. Jimin hissed as the nails sunk into his skin and got dragged along his arms- leaving behind trails of scarlet red. He sneered into Kangmin's face and shook his hands, trying to throw off Kangmin's tight grip, yet Kangmin kept choking for a breath and scratching at Jimin's arms.

Jimin tightened his grip until his fingers lost their colour and turned white. He panted and squeezed his legs tighter around Kangmin's chest, when he felt the latter start to buck once again to throw him off. Jimin leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Kangmin's sweaty one. Without breaking eye-contact with the mortified male, Jimin softened his eyes and whispered lowly, "Stop fighting, just let go. It'll all be better if you just let go."

Kangmin released a choked whine and allowed a glaze of tears to coat his eyes. His lips parted and face scrunched up, the hold on Jimin's hands tightened for a brief second before finally becoming limp. Kangmin's eyes rolled into the back of his head and body slumped against the ground completely, his hands fell next to him and lips smacked shut.

Yet despite watching the fear and guilt leave Kangmin's eyes, Jimin still kept his hands curled around his throat for good measure. And only when a pale hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and threw him off Kangmin's dead body, did Jimin's hands leave him and mind snapped out of the haze he was in.

Jimin collided with the ground and hissed at the harshness of the throw. His head swung around into the direction of Kangmin, only to see Yoongi kneeling down next to him with his fingers pressed against his throat. Jimin's face lit up with a biter, nasty smirk as he sat up and watched Yoongi exhale deeply and squeeze his eyes shut. Yoongi pressed his fingers against his forehead before peeling his eyes open and looking at Jimin with a deadly calm stare.

"Was it something I did, love?" Jimin asked innocently, looking smug and content with himself. He giggled breathlessly and pushed himself up on the first step of the stairs behind him.

Yoongi sucked in his cheeks and didn't say anything, only stared at Jimin with narrowed eyes and flared nostrils, "Why?" He finally asked- voice low and clipped.

Jimin instantly sensed the underlying anger between each letter of the word. The grin on his face widened, Jimin leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, "Don't look so glum, Yoon, you can always find someone else to fuck you good. I mean...I bet half of the prison would be ready to set you up as their personal fuck hole and just go relieve themselv-"

Yoongi shot up and pounced towards Jimin, he slammed his hands down on either side of Jimin and sneered into his face. Jimin flinched and leaned back, his face dropped into a twisted glare as he stared back at Yoongi defiantly.

"What are you doing?" Yoongi hissed lowly, allowing his breath to caress Jimin's lips as he glanced between his eyes- trying to figure out what Jimin was thinking.

An invisible string of amusement pulled Jimin's lips up into a sugary smirk. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against Yoongi's cheek as he found his way to his ear, "Maybe I'm just jealous." Jimin breathed out against the shell of Yoongi's ear. His lips captured Yoongi's earlobe and tugged, earning himself a throaty growl from the furious gang leader, "Or maybe..." Jimin continued, allowing his tongue to slip out and flick the underside of Yoongi's ear, "...I want you to fuck me...and only me."

A pale hand reached out and tangled in Jimin's hair, ripping his head back and exposing his throat. Jimin released a throaty moan through a teary smirk. He blinked up at the row of stairs behind him as he felt Yoongi's warm breath tickle the length of his exposed throat. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath, trying to suppress the urge to push Yoongi away and release the bile building up in his chest.

The tip of Yoongi's nose pressed against the bottom of Jimin's neck and slowly dragged up. Yoongi pressed his lips lightly to the underside of Jimin's jaw before parting his lips and murmuring,

"I don't believe you."

And with that, the grip on his hair vanished and Yoongi's presence released Jimin from his state of disgust. Jimin fluttered his eyes open and exhaled shakily before allowing his head to fall forward. He watched as Yoongi straightened out and stared down at Kangmin's body with a scowl and a small huff.

Jimin nipped at his lip nervously, wondering if he had done this too soon. They escaped only in three days so Yoongi still had time to find another hacker, maybe Jimin should've killed him the very last second to make sure Yoongi didn't have a way to escape. Or perhaps Jimin should just stay here, but with what Baekhyun told him, Yoongi would force Jimin to leave with him and he'd leave Taehyung behind. Coming willingly would be the only way Taehyung would get out but what if Yoongi kills Taehyung?

Jimin was just so confused and desperate to know if he had succeeded, so he sat quietly with his head lowered and shoulders slumped. His eyes were hazy and teeth nipped at the inside of his cheek. Jimin was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't hear Yoongi approaching him until the pale man knelt in front of him.

Jimin straightened out and peered up at Yoongi through raven lashes. He neutralised his face and quirked up a brow- hiding the vulnerability he previously wore on his face.

Yoongi's eyes dragged along Jimin's features- trailing along his bitten lips, the slope of his red nose until finally settling on his red-rimmed eyes. Yoongi immediately noticed that Jimin had been crying, judging by the puffiness and redness of his eyes, and the small sniffles he subconsciously let out. Yet Yoongi didn't comment on it and raised his brow- matching Jimin's expression.

"So if my other hackers wouldn't want to fuck me, you wouldn't kill them?" Yoongi asked calmly, carefully observing Jimin's reaction.

Jimin tried to not show how much he deflated and cracked inside after hearing it. Yet he was sure that the split second, that his smirk faltered and eye twitched, Yoongi immediately noticed it. So instead of trying to act all smooth, Jimin sucked in his cheeks and allowed his face to drop into a frown.

"I don't know." Jimin grumbled coldly, leaning his back against the stairs and hooking one leg over the other. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest before shaking his head and looking away from Yoongi with annoyance.

Yoongi huffed and briefly turned away from Jimin. His eyes trailed back to him a few seconds later and hand reached out to settle on his crossed legs, "Whats this really about, munchkin? I know you're not jealous because you know I wouldn't be that stupid to choose someone else in your place, and I sure as hell know that you wouldn't act like this if you were horny." Yoongi's eyes squinted and grip tightened on Jimin's leg, only for him to suddenly lean forward and place his chin on top of Jimin's crossed knees.

When Jimin looked down at him, he was met with the sight of Yoongi looking up at him with wide kitten eyes and a deep pout on his lips. Jimin would've giggled and grinned, he would've reached out and squished Yoongi's cheeks before cooing in his face, but Jimin was completely ripped out of that mindset by reality.

The man in front of him had created an entire scheme on how to betray him and kill everyone he loved. The man in front of him used him, manipulated him, betrayed and hurt him, yet now he had the audacity to look up at Jimin like he was the most adorable thing in the world. Jimin woudve scoffed at that, what a joke, Was Yoongi seriously trying to manipulate him again? And the worst part was that if Jimin didn't know the truth, he would've fallen for his kitten eyes.

Jimin pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head at Yoongi. He turned away from him- not being able to look at him without being disgusted by Yoongi's actions. Jimin didn't know which was the worst part of this entire situation. Was it the fact that all of the happy memories he had with Yoongi were now tainted and shattered, along with the happiness he felt when thinking about them? Or was it the fact that Jimin was being a hypocrite since he would've done this to other people, if his gang required it? Jimin couldn't really blame Yoongi for anything, he wished he could use the excuse, that the men he would've done this to were bad people, but Jimin was aware that he was a bad person too. So maybe he deserves it?

Jimin turned his head in Yoongi's direction- noticing how the male sat up and was looking back at him with confusion. Before Jimin could even think or regret what he was doing, he gently cupped Yoongi's face and leaned forward to press their lips together.

All that Jimin needed was a brush of their lips for him to become intoxicated by Yoongi. One nip at his lips for the pain of Yoongi's betrayal to shatter and the reality to drift further away. One slip of the tongue, one grasp of his hands, one groan against his lips, and Jimin was tilting back and falling into the pool of venom that was Min Yo-

Yoongi pulled back.

Jimin tried to follow him with his eyes still shut to connect their lips once again, only for Yoongi's large palms to cup his face and stop him. A choked whine rumbled in the back of Jimin's throat before he peeled his eyes open and blinked away the blurriness in front of him- revealing the sight of Yoongi staring back at him with concern pinching and twisting at his features.

Jimin's tongue dipped out of his mouth and ran over his swollen lips. His eyes flickered down to Yoongi's pink lips and he leaned forward, only for Yoongi's grip to tighten and keep him still. Jimin's eyes narrowed and blurred slightly, increasing the look of concern on Yoongi's face.

"Jimin..." Yoongi began softly, pressing his thumb against Jimin's cheek, "...you're crying."

Jimin ripped himself away from Yoongi in the blink of an eye and immediately pressed his shirt against his face. He wiped away the crystalline tears that were rolling down his cheeks like little diamonds, all while avoiding Yoongi's eyes.

The pale man was having none of that, he grabbed a hold of Jimin's wrists and pulled them away from his face. Yoongi tried to meet Jimin's eyes, but the latter scrunched up his face and turned away. Yoongi sighed softly as he continued to listen to an occasional sniffle among the silence between them. He gently lowered Jimin's hands and placed them in his lap before leaning down and kissing Jimin's knuckles.

"Jimin, what's wrong?" Yoongi mumbled against Jimin's trembling fingers that curled away at the brush of Yoongi's lips. Yoongi pulled back and stared down at Jimin's hands, only to slowly drag his eyes up and reveal the hints of suspicion pushing through the concern.

Jimin panicked at the look, realising that he was acting too strangely since their last date. If Jimin didn't answer, the sudden change in him was bound to make Yoongi suspicious.

As quickly as he could, Jimin pulled his hands out of Yoongi's and met his eyes with a cold glare, "I...heard what they're saying about me." Jimin whispered quietly, speaking through a heavy pout.

Yoongi only raised his brows and waited for him to elaborate. Jimin bit at the edge of his lip, quickly thinking of something, "They say that without you I would be nothing, that I'm Suga's whore, Suga's toy, Suga's..." Jimin paused, feeling genuine coldness and disgust slip into his words as he straightened out and stared down at Yoongi from over the tip of his nose, "...Suga's property."

Yoongi straightened out at that and stared back at Jimin without blinking. The emotion on his face washed away in a split second- being replaced by an empty void that made Jimin see nothing as he stared into Yoongi's whiskey eyes.

Jimin's expression never cracked, neither did Yoongi's. They sat in the empty stairwell with a dead body a metre away from them, yet all their attention was placed on each other. Jimin's face hardened by each passing second.

The single reminder of what Yoongi had carved into his back, made Yoongi close off and sink into the possibility of Jimin knowing, which made Jimin's lips curve upward. The mochi was well aware of the stress he had just placed on Yoongi's shoulders. Stress that Yoongi wasn't able to get off so easily because what if Jimin didn't know? What if he didn't know and Yoongi began to interrogate him? It would just create a drift in their relationship and would make suspicions arise on Jimin's side. And if Yoongi went to Baekhyun for answers, the latter would say that he never revealed anything, because he wanted to protect himself and his lover. So Yoongi would be left wondering this entire time if Jimin knew, or if he didn't.

Silently preening inside, Jimin stood up from the stairs and brushed past a crouching Yoongi. He slid past the dead body of Kangmin, but not before sending it a fleeting glance. Just as Jimin was about to descend down the stairs and leave Yoongi in his silent bubble of stress, the pale gang leader stood up and called out after him,

"I chose you for a reason, you know."

Jimin paused mid-step, his jaw clenched and hand tightened around the railing before he exhaled sharply and twisted around to face Yoongi. Without looking away from Jimin's eyes, Yoongi took confident strides towards him and loomed over him from the top of the staircase.

"Being here sometimes feels like a little vacation from the hectic life of being a gang leader, or assassin, in your case." Yoongi huffed out a chuckle under his breath and leaned against the railing with his hip, "I feel like it made you forget who you are, Jimin. I didn't allow you to come with me just because you're beautiful or just because you kill people with a flick of your hand. Truth be told, a lot of people asked to come with me, yet out of all of them, I chose you."

"I wonder why." Jimin grumbled through a bitter smile, knowing perfectly well why Yoongi chose him.

Yet Yoongi only smiled at Jimin and crossed his arms over his broad chest, "I heard about the things people have said about you, the way you do your missions and act even outside of them. You can say that I have always admired you."

Jimin's stone cold expression briefly cracked to reveal the ghost of a smile on his face, yet he hid it by rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. Yoongi didn't look discouraged by Jimin's reaction and released a gruff chuckle.

"I love how resourceful you are. Anything you see, taste, smell, touch, the way someone walks, talks, laughs, and stands, even the smallest details in a room, will always be picked up by you. You'd use anything you can to your advantage, you'd use anything at all to get things to go your way, even if you have to use people and their loved ones." Yoongi's gaze lifted and met with Jimin's own, "Believe it or not, not many people allow that part of themselves to flow freely, their emotions always hold them back. But not you."

"It's just the way I was trained." Jimin mumbled under his breath, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Yoongi's lips twitched as he hummed, "I don't think so." Their eyes connected once again before trailing down to each other's lips, "Another thing I love about you is that you can easily manipulate someone into doing whatever you need them to. Whether you accomplish it by seducing them, or by making them fall for your puppy eyes, or perhaps it's because you threaten to kill their loved ones. You will always get people wrapped around your little pinky, and it's because you observe them and adapt- you see what type of person they need you to be and you became just that."

"Oh?" Jimin purred, crossing his arms over his chest and waving his hand at Yoong for him to continue, "Please continue to flatter me, mister Min."

Yoongi descended down the steps towards Jimin with confident strides until he stood looming over the smaller male, "You're incredibly loyal to the people that love and genuinely care about you. You'd do anything for them, even if it meant chipping away a part of yourself each day to allow them to breathe even a second longer. But the second they show even the tiniest hint of betraying you, you cut them off and lash out without a second thought because you get easily attached and become quite clingy."

Jimin's eyes narrowed and lip curved into a sneer, earning himself a huff of amusement from Yoongi. The pale man lifted his hand and picked up a strand of Jimin's hair, he twirled the strand around his finger and muttered quietly, "But most of all I love that you would never give up. When someone is pushed into a corner without a way out, they'd freeze in fear and panic, they'd allow their emotions to control them and they'd give up. But you...whenever you were nearing the edge of a cliff without a hint of hope in sight, you didn't even think about giving up. Because you knew that even the slightest thought of surrendering would be so tempting that you'd succumb to the thought. So you always kept moving forward, always thought of plans and ways to get out, always used anything you could to your advantage, even if it meant you were fighting a group of armed men with a broken branch, and even if it meant that that day, you'd take your last breath."

Yoongi allowed the strand of purple to slip out from his fingers and hand to drop down to his side, but not before brushing Jimin's hair out of his face to reveal his forehead, "Like I said..." Yoongi started, ignoring the sharp exhale from Jimin as he slipped past him and walked towards the metal door, "...I chose you for a reason."