Obsessed || Jikook

Chapter 27: Isolation and comfort

"Ah— oh fuck." Jimin's thick lips part open as the other slams into him, loud wet slaps echoing the room, resounding into their ears like nasty music. 

He can't believe this.

Jimin can't believe he's letting this happen.

The mere fact that he's enjoying this after all that happened. No matter how inhumane Jungkook behaved, how vile his intentions were, what cruel circumstances he was put in.

The other's hand over his body, lips whispering nothings into his ears and balls slamming against his rim, it made him forget.

It made him not want to give a fuck if this is the way he get's worshipped in bed.

"F-Fuck Jimin. I love you." Jungkook groans as he chases his orgasm, the other's loud cries making him grit his teeth, he admired the way Jimin's body twitched, his skin glistening in sweat as he thrusted in mercilessly. 

Jimin's eyes flutter, a bit bleary.

I love you.

Yes, maybe he did love him, but he loved him too much, too much to be normal.

And too much of anything isn't good. 

Jungkook had fallen way deep into this abyss.

He was obsessed and Jimin couldn't think of anyway to change him.

Hah, the irony.

He loved him.

But still, is he a murderer, still is he a stalker who invaded his privacy with no bounds, no guilt.

 "J-Jungkook!" Jimin cries, throwing his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his at the blinding pleasure.  

"I-If you love me." Jimin mumbles desolately between his moans. "Why don't you show me how much like a normal person?" He whispered, opening his eyes only to see Jungkook staring at him, slowing down and stopping his actions abruptly. 

"Normal person? How do I even do that? I can't. I love you more than normal." He husks pleadingly, and the worst part is Jimin can't even understand if the other is genuinely clueless of his own actions or if he's just mocking him with his insanity.

Jungkook leans down to softly attach their lips, slowly moving his hips, pounding hard again, and how gently did the other's tongue swipe against his lips, biting and dragging his teeth on the blonde's bottom lip as they cum, and that moment Jimin thought maybe this wasn't anything to regret about.

Jungkook was clueless. Jimin concluded.

He had no idea about the bounds of privacy, he wasn't normal and that showed in him vastly by how he just couldn't keep his hands off Jimin. 

Was this a medical problem? 

Or gene inheritance? 

Or a dark past? 

Why was he like this? 

"I need to get going." Jungkook sighs, slipping out of the bed, wearing his clothes, and leaving Jimin exhausted like every other day. 

It hurt, he would make love and then leave. Just leave.

It hurt a lot. 

Jimin, after dressing up himself, wore his ear-in again, that digital piece of shit had become a part of him now. 

He felt fine with it.

Except the fact that, he can't talk to pretty much anyone. 

He has to avoid Taehyung too because he didn't want to risk an innocent's life.