"Hyung, can we go home now? Mom's going to be really angry at me..." Jimin pleaded, hoping that Yoongi would agree.

"Why? Don't you enjoy staying with me?" Yoongi teased.

"N-No, not that! It's just that... Well..." Jimin looked down.

Yoongi laughed before he walked out of the studio and stood next to his car. Jimin's eyes were shining with happiness - the boy hopped into the car. "Umm, hyung? Aren't you going to get in?" Jimin asked as he looked out the window.

Yoongi turned around and leaned in. He pecked Jimin's lips. "I think I left my jacket in there..." Yoongi said, causing Jimin to smile and get out of the car.

Jimin rushed inside to go and get the jacket for his boyfriend. He hummed a tune while looking around for Yoongi's jacket.

"Murder Min Yoongi..." A voice echoed.

Jimin gulped and looked around, panicking, scared, almost in tears. "Who's there?!?" He screamed in fear.

"Murder Min Yoongi within the next thirty minutes or else..." The voice spoke again.

Jimin stumbled over out of fear. "O-Or else what?!? Who's there?!? Show yourself! Help! Someone please, help me! Yoongi-hyung! P-Please! Stop this whoever you are!" He whipped out his phone.

Then a deadly laugh was heard. "Or else Min Yoongi will commit suicide..."

Jimin wiped his tears and jumped up. "Stop it and just show yourself before I call my boyfriend who will crush your muscles and your not-so-smart brain!" The young boy yelled.

Suddenly, Yoongi stumbled into the studio, laughing like a maniac. "I can't believe you got so damn angry for that! Ah, Jiminie, you're such a fool!" He exclaimed as he watched Jimin's face turn red with rage.

"Oh my God, I hate you!” There was silence for a second. "Oh my God, that was a lie! I'm sorry, I love you! I don't hate you! I love you!" Jimin apologised as he hugged Yoongi.

"Great, let's go! I found my jacket, so follow me, ChimChim." Yoongi ordered as he went to his car, followed by Jimin. Then they drove back home.

Meanwhile, Jungkook couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to control Taehyung. As much as Jungkook enjoyed being close to Taehyung, he hated having control over him. He slowly got out of bed, trying not to wake the other. He tiptoed across the room, moving towards the door.

The silent night shattered as Jungkook stepped on a plushie that made a squeaky, loud sound.

Taehyung fluttered his eyes open, stretched his arms before sitting up. "J-Jungkook?"

"Hyung, I need to go. I don't want to control you. I want the real Taehyung back. So, please let me go..." Jungkook requested.

Taehyung chuckled before he cleared his throat, gaining the younger's attention who was just about to leave the room. "Do you want me to be forced?"

"W-What?" Jungkook turned around with concern and worry.

"Do you want me to be forced?"

"N-No! Never!"

"But what if that's the only way I can love you back?"

"I-I don’t care… Your happiness matters more… I really don't know... But it's really all up to you. I believe that the choice you make will be the most suitable one..."

"Then come back here and