It was the seventh day where Yoongi had to sleep in the vast living room. The weather began to feel chilly and he reached for the blanket under his feet on the comfy sofa.
Yoongi left willingly their shared room, for Taehyung would've left instead making him stuck with Jimin and there was no way he'd sleep next to him on the same bed.
Taehyung and him were like brothers, that was the reason why he didn't mind. They slept next to each other since Taehyung moved to his house at the age of ten, and it had been the case since then, for ten years. But Jimin? He would rather die.
Yoongi heard a noise, someone using the shower at 3 am. He wished he could sleep with the soft noise but he couldn't, it niggled at the back of his brain and he regretted having coffee late at night.
He presumed it was Taehyung washing away the blood of his very recent murder. He was aware Taehyung must have killed another person, probably was going to go out to get rid of the body real soon too. Unsurprisingly, it didn't bother him that he had a dead body inside his house. Wasn't it always the case after all?
Taehyung equals murder in his head, just him being around mostly meant someone was either dead or going to die, but he didn't care. It had always been the case, and if anything Taehyung was only getting worse, getting greedier, more sadistic and less satisfied with the momentary thrill.
Such a dangerous combination, and Yoongi couldn't imagine how worse it'd become after another five years. Would Taehyung even get away with all of his murders if he continued on the same pace? Would his murders always be as calculated and evidence-free?
Yoongi wondered but he argued that Taehyung was only getting smarter just as well, therefore harder to catch or notice. And even if he somehow got caught, Yoongi doubted that Taehyung would feel the least discomfort.
It wasn't like Taehyung to feel such emotions anyways. And while going to prison would be a deeply traumatic experience to him, and he assumed to most people too.
All accounts suggested that Taehyung wouldn't be particularly bothered by the occasion, and it approached certainty that he'd kill the moment he'd be free again, just as it wouldn't be a surprise if he killed his cellmate or whoever got on his nerves.
Yoongi tried to clear his thoughts, he knew that Taehyung was smart enough to avoid ending up in prison any sooner. That was one of the several reasons he never tried to convince Taehyung to stop killing or hurting people. It wasn't wrong as long as he got away with it, or at least that was how Taehyung differentiated between wrong and right.
Good things he didn't believe in ghosts all things considered. Or he thought he'd be afraid of getting haunted by all of Taehyung's victim to the rest of eternity.
Taehyung left the shower after less than ten minutes, annoyingly turned on the lights of the living room too. Yoongi felt the light blinding him even with his eyes closed and he consequently felt tempted to curse at him.
Taehyung knew very well not to wake him up or bother him when he was asleep. But just as he was going to speak, he was sure that he heard a hiccup, maybe a sniffle.
Yoongi didn't know but it seemed as if he was recovering from a crying session. Taehyung crying? That was fucking hilarious and he didn't even know how to feel about it. For simply Yoongi had never seen him cry in his life.
He remembered him saying that the last time he cried, may also have been the only one, was when he killed his parents. Yoongi suddenly seemed to realize that it wasn't Taehyung who entered the room, and he turned his head to remark it indeed was a smaller frame, packing up. Undoubtedly Jimin.
“Turn off the lights, I'm trying to sleep.”. Yoongi yelled putting ths pillow on his face in a failed attempt to stop the light from reaching the very back of his eyes.
“I'll pack and leave.” Jimin replied with a hint of disdain and Yoongi wasn't sure that he heard him right. Did he just say packing? It picked up his interest because he knew at the very second that Taehyung and Jimin must have fought. That it was bad enough that Jimin decided to pack his clothes and leave at this time of the night. What the hell was even happening?
“In the middle of the night? Are you fucking serious?” Yoongi asked as he sat on the sofa and rubbed his eyes with his balled fists. There was no chance he could sleep so why try anyways? Jimin shrugged and Yoongi was again just as confused. Yoongi didn't care, didn't have to, he told himself.
But walking out in their crime infested neighborhood in the middle of the night was practically asking to be kidnapped, especially with such a face and wearing as Jimin did with a couple of expensive looking bags. “I live here and even I wouldn't dare walking out the streets now. Well, unless I wanna end up in the back of a van.”
“Why you even fucking care? Shut up!” Jimin retorted as he closed the suitcase and turned to pack the second one in the same steady speed. “Aren't I just ‘the weak pathetic bitch’? Or ‘the devil’ would be your preferred title for me, huh? Just drop the fucking act.”
Yoongi squinted his eyes at this. What the fuck was Jimin talking about? He thought he must have had a problem with Taehyung but now he couldn't help but think he had a problem with him instead. He couldn't remember calling him ‘a weak pathetic bitch’ before. He might just had but he never did straight to his face. It was just confusing and he didn't understand the relationship this had to him leaving anyways.
“Stop with your snappy comebacks. I'm just trying to understand.” Yoongi said as he passed his fingers through his hair with a sight. “You leave now, you get attacked. This is not Gangnam.”
“Mind your own fucking business, would ya?” Jimin's voice was sarcastic yet bitter
But under his snappy comebacks and fake disinterest, Yoongi still could notice his puffy eyes and sullen expression. Taehyung must have hurt him bad for some reason, he was sure of it. But then he also noticed the wound on the side of his neck, long, thin and still a bit bleeding.
“Your neck..” Yoongi remarked and Jimin just shrugged again as he kept on making up his valise. “Taehyung did that to you? Is that why you wanna leave?” Jimin didn't reply but Yoongi knew it was right from the way Jimin pursed his lips into a thin line, from the frown getting deeper on his face and the pointed look on his eyes. It was so easily readable.
But Yoongi didn't understand why Taehyung may have done such a thing. “Did he or did he not?” Yoongi insisted. Jimin just mouthed a fuck you but Yoongi ignored it. “Why?”
“I refused to kill a boy so he thought threatening me with knife will solve the problem.” Jimin said and his voice somehow didn't reveal how sick he felt just thinking back on it. He thought he'd just tell Yoongi to get him to shut the fuck up and go to sleep. He couldn't ignore him the entire time he was packing. It was already getting on his nerves.
“The fuck is wrong with his head!” Yoongi exclaimed truly weirded out by the sudden violent side Taehyung had just showcased. He thought that he restrained it around Jimin, that he didn't want to hurt him.
“You did that to me with your group of crappy friends before, you forgot?” Jimin remarked with a sharp raise of his eyebrow, critical and judgemental. He was offended by Yoongi's question, just as well as disgusted and confused. “You only think it's wrong when Taehyung does it, huh? Fucking stupid hypocrite!”
“Jimin, I know what we did to you was wrong, okay? I'm sorry.” Yoongi apologized and Jimin's eyes widened at the sudden attempt of apology before he felt even more offended. He started doubting that Yoongi was even in his right mind. He didn't think it was honest at all even if it seemed like it.
“Sorry?” Jimin asked sarcasticly. Unable to stop himself from thinking that Yoongi had just found another way to annoy him beyond limits right before he wanted to fucking leave.“Keep your apologies to your damn stupid hypocrite self ’cos I don't fucking need them and they wouldn't change shit. Why do you even suddenly pretend to care, huh?”
“I .. ” Yoongi's words stopped rolling on his tongue, because what Jimin said sounded just right. Why did he fucking care? He didn't know himself but he knew that he wasn't pretending at all. He wouldn't gain anything from that aynways.
It was just that the fact Taehyung had turned against Jimin seemed to hurt his feelings. Taehyung was the only person Jimin had trusted among them, and yet the latter just had to betray his trust. Yoongi in a weird way felt responsible for Taehyung's mistake.
He always felt that way for Taehyung never felt responsible for anything. Probably didn't even flinch while threatening to kill him and spating at him how weak he thought he was. Yoongi assumed.
“It's just.. You're not ‘a weak bitch’ anymore Jimin. You had already proved it. So don't dwell on whatever Taehyung had told you. It probably makes no fucking sense just as everything else he says. We both know he's a crazy motherfucker.”
“I asked why you fucking care? Not for pitiful attempts at consolation!” Jimin spat at him. For sure, his tongue got a lot sharper the moment he started hanging out with Taehyung.
“’Cos I'm just like you.”
“How the fuck are you like me?” Jimin asked for he was nothing but suspicious. Yet, there was that shade inside Yoongi's brown eyes that made it look so sincere, almost like a confession.
“I'm ‘the devil’ from afar, but when you take a closer look, you'd realize that I'm just ‘a weak pathetic bitch’ with a dozen of self-esteem issues who's doped up all the fucking time ’cos I just can't fucking handle my life unless I'm so fucking high of my own fucking mind. You're nothing we've ever told you.” Jimin was almost shocked at the amount of hatred Yoongi seemed to have for his own self.
“I'm the weak pathetic bitch, Jimin. It had always been me.”
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