JIMINS P.O.V

Jungkook sat on my bed, despite passing out earlier.

He was reading a magazine. But then,

I realized it was upside down. 

Ok?

He suddenly threw it to the side and lunged for me with crazed eyes.

He smelled of rockets. He was on drugs.

I could see the rage in his eyes as he pinned me to the bed , getting a psychological pair of ropes.

My hands were tied, mentally.

He stared at me for 11 minutes and then.

It happened.

He took out a Swiss Army knife and sliced 

Some cheese and threw it at my face. 

He missed. Still I was scared of cheese so..

" Jungkook" I asked

" What" he said.

" What are you doing? Stop it." I said.

He glared at me . " SHUTUP." He slapped my cheekbone, causing my jawline to quiver.

What. 

Tears stung my eyes. " W-why are you tying me up?" 

His cold hands grabbed my chin up to look at him. His grip was harder than my thighs.

He stared at me for 37 minutes without blinking. 

" Sorry." 

What.

" I love you." He whispered. He untied me and left without looking back. 

What.

..........

Taehyungs p.O.V

I crept into the hallway without dropping my handcuffs. I was gonna tie Jimin to the door knob.

I ran into Jungkook. He was kinda just sitting there on the staircase, staring at his feet.

" Yo, you okay?" I asked with my voice, deeper than the sea.

He grunted and I was just about to leave when he leaped at me.

" Gimme more Jimin." 

What

" No, shut up, go away Jungkook." I said defensively. Weirdo. I spit on his face. 

He clung to my leg as I shoved him off. He fell with a thud but I didn't care. 

I came to Jimins room and saw him playing with the edge of the sweater. 

He looked very vulnerable so.....

I snuck up on him even though he already saw me. I ran and 

Grabbed his orange hair, causing a yelp and handcuffed his hands to the bedpost. I tore off his

Clothes, but to my disappointment, he had his wet clothes under. I glared at him.

I gave up and fumed out of his room, forgetting his hands were still cuffed. 

I passed Jungkook again and hauled him up because I felt bad for shoving him.

Kissing his head, I took off his shirt and threw it out the window. There.

I left him on the hallway floor, shirtless. He has a nice chest.

I whistled to myself and went down to go for a walk. It was 11:45 p.m. 

" Taehyung. STOB." 

. . .