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Chapter Two

"The Intruder"

Jimin woke up when he felt like he was being shaken roughly, he felt the cold breeze hit his bare skin. He opened one eye and saw his duvet was pulled away from his body, he sat up rubbing the sleep of his eyes.

"What's the matter with you? You didn't cook breakfast." Yoongi said crossing his arms like a boss. Jimin scoffed at how bossy Yoongi was, he wasn't even obliged to cook breakfast. And why was his hyung asking him for breakfast? As far as Jimin knows he was on his way to prepare lunch.

"What am I your maid?" Jimin confounded, he heard his own stomach growled and he wondered why. He looked out of the window and his hyung was right it was indeed morning, the sun was just rising. "Hey hey, what—" Jimin looked dumbfounded. He couldn't remember he had fallen asleep yesterday.

"Seriously bro, I thought you were playing dead. I tried to wake you up for lunch and dinner yesterday but you just slept like a log." Yoongi started raising his eyebrow at Jimin expecting a reasonable explanation. Yoongi was admittedly frustrated because he was a bit worried when his friend didn't wake up for lunch or even dinner, he tried pinching and tickling Jimin but to no avail.

"I don't know, I just blacked out, I guess." It was all Jimin could mutter out, he was being honest. It was strange, he was never a heavy sleeper. He massaged his temple, "Can you please cook for us?" He asked feeling tired and sore without any particular reason as to why he was exhausted in the first place.

"You know I don't cook," Yoongi answered as he sighed. Yoongi stared at Jimin, the younger looked like he was facing a life-changing crisis at the moment and Yoongi felt somewhat concerned. "Okay, fine. Go and take a bath, we'll be late for school."

Jimin nodded with his mouth wide open as if he forgot his own name and Yoongi couldn't be more sorry for the poor boy, "Jimin, if there's something that's bothering you, you can come to me, you know I'm not more than willing but hey— it's enough to help." Yoongi shrugged with a half-smile while Jimin was still gaping and not really paying attention.

Yoongi disappeared from Jimin's bedroom and the latter is still baffled. Jimin looked at his wall clock, one hour before school starts so he quickly got out of bed without much thought. He stripped his clothes absentmindedly. There was a whistle in his head, "Nice body you got there."

"Oh God, not again," Jimin grumbled in annoyance as he rubbed his face, he thinks that it's all in his head, must be his conscience or something. He decided to ignore the voice as best as he could.

"You have abs before, am I right?.. now it's gone, but no worries I like it all the more. Looks soft."
"Ahh Nice thighs."
"Cute toes you got there."
"Ooh, your fingers...tiny as fuck. Sausage Fingers."

"Could you shut up? Conscience!" Jimin couldn't stand it anymore, was he seriously going crazy? "And how dare you compare my fingers to sausages!" Jimin was mad, the voice didn't have to state the obvious. Of course, Jimin knows that fact and he hates it, he doesn't like it one bit. And it's not like Jimin could do anything against it, he was born with stubby fingers and he didn't have much choice but to accept what's given to him.

The voice laughed like he was rolling around, "But it's cute! Really! And baby boy, I'm not your conscience. I'm a person or was—once."

"A person? Are you crazy? Then why are you inside my head?" Jimin didn't know where to look to even be considered conversing with someone. He looked like an idiot glaring at the open wardrobe and to think he was still stark naked.