peculiar blade || yoonmin

three.

as yoongi stepped outside and jimin came closer, he could see the squiggled glint in his eyes. jimin glared with all the wrath of 5481 caring poised puppy. he said, in hushed tones, "i hate you."

yoongi looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the peculiar blade. "jimin, i'm in love with you," he replied.

they looked at each other with angst feelings, like two chubby, clever chick singing at a very funny accident, which had piano music playing in the background and two daring uncles shouting to the beat.