Chapter 10: The Psycho's Madness

The scent of sweat and anticipation as Jungkook emerged from the university gym, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He had just finished the tryout for the basketball team, his body aching from the exertion, but his mind was consumed by a different kind of tension.

He had been texting Taehyung incessantly since the moment he left the gym, but his messages went unanswered. This was unusual for Taehyung, who was usually quick to respond, even if it was just a simple "okay" or a smiley face emoji.

Jungkook's anxiety grew with each passing minute. He had a nagging feeling that something was wrong, a sense of unease that settled deep in his gut.

"Oi, you're Taehyung's classmate, right?" Jungkook approached a stranger, his voice laced with desperation. It was out of character for him, but his worry had overridden his usual shyness.

The stranger, a tall, lanky young man named Dongha, looked at Jungkook with a mixture of confusion and amusement. "Well, uh, we had the same last subject, so I guess so?" he replied, his voice hesitant. He knew Jungkook was younger than Taehyung, so he should be calling him "Sunbaenim," but he was too preoccupied with the unusual situation to correct himself.

"Have you seen him?" Jungkook asked, his voice urgent.

"Oh, well, I did see him, but I was sure he was with Jimin," Dongha replied. "I think he went with him."

"What did you say?!" Jungkook's voice rose an octave, his eyes widening in alarm.

"Uhh, he's with Jimin?" Dongha repeated, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Dongha was sure he heard Jungkook curse under his breath before he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing in the hallway.

Meanwhile, Taehyung sat at the kitchen table, his eyes fixed on the steaming plate of Korean food in front of him. Jimin had insisted on preparing a meal for him, his concern for Taehyung's well-being evident in his every action.

"Here, I'm done," Jimin said, placing a bowl of green tea beside Taehyung's plate. "I heard it's good for anxiety."

Taehyung smiled, his heart warming at Jimin's thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Hyung," he said, his voice soft and sincere.

"If there's something you want, just tell me," Jimin said, settling down opposite Taehyung. "I'll either cook it or order it for you."

"You don't have to do that," Taehyung replied, his voice laced with gratitude. "But I appreciate your kindness."

"Come on, let's eat," Jimin urged, his smile infectious. "They're better when they're piping hot."

Taehyung, despite his unease, allowed himself to be drawn into the warmth of Jimin's presence. He ate the food, savoring the flavors and the company.

As they finished their meal, Taehyung knew he should leave. He stood up and picked up his bag.

"What are you doing?" Jimin asked, his brow furrowed in concern. He had just finished washing the dishes, his hands still damp.

"Uhm, to leave?" Taehyung replied, his voice hesitant. "You know Jungkook would hate it if he didn't see me first in the apartment."

"Don't worry, I'll drive you back," Jimin said, his voice reassuring. "Besides, if he isn't busy, I'm sure Jungkook would be texting you already, right?" He walked over to Taehyung, his arm gently resting on his back as he guided him towards the living area.

"I know," Taehyung replied, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "But most of the time, he would give me silent treatment as his showcase that I did something wrong to him." He yawned, his eyelids feeling heavy.

He always had a hard time sleeping, so why did he feel so sleepy? It didn't make sense to him.

"It's okay, Taehyung," Jimin said, his voice soothing. "Everything will be okay, trust me." He gently pushed Taehyung down onto the couch, his hand resting on his shoulder.

"Hyung, but I─" Taehyung began, his voice trailing off as a wave of dizziness washed over him. His eyelids felt heavy, and he couldn't comprehend what was happening.

"Taehyung, are you okay? What's wrong?" Jimin asked, his voice laced with concern.

"I... I don't know, Hyung..." Taehyung yawned, his voice barely a whisper. "I just felt sleepy." His eyes fluttered closed, and his head lolled against the back of the couch.

"It's okay, Taehyung," Jimin said, his voice laced with a mischievous grin. "That's just a normal reaction." He leaned down and gently pecked Taehyung's cheek. "Sleep well, my love."

Taehyung's body relaxed, and he drifted off to sleep, his breathing slow and even.

Jimin, watching over him with a possessive gleam in his eyes, reached into Taehyung's pocket and retrieved his phone. He saw a barrage of messages from Jungkook, each one filled with worry and concern. Jimin smirked, knowing that Jungkook would be frantic with worry. He used Taehyung's fingerprint to unlock the phone and deleted all of Jungkook's messages. He then blocked Jungkook's number, ensuring that Taehyung wouldn't be disturbed by his incessant calls and texts.

As Taehyung slept soundly, Jimin leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, my love. I'll take care of everything." He then sat back, his eyes filled with a cold, calculating gleam.

Jungkook hurried on his motorcycle, put on his helmet, and started to drive. He couldn't help but grits his teeth, know how damn well that Jimin was playing with him. That midget will do anything to have Taehyung.

"Fucking hell!" he grumbled under his breath and his eyes darkened.

He's been trying to control himself and not kill someone because he knows how much Taehyung adored Jimin a lot. And if Jimin were to be gone, Taehyung would lose himself and would hate him even more. He had fully controlled Taehyung but that damn midget was getting on his nerves.

But it seemed like he had no reason to control himself anymore. If that midget had done something to Taehyung, he would have made sure that Jimin would disappear forever, no matter what it cost, because Taehyung was the only matter for him, and no one should have Taehyung other than him.