MODEL'S OBSESSION 3🔞 [Asylum Art Dealer]

match made in hell

"Get off of me! I'm not high!" I stand, pushing jungkook away from me. Why is he even here? What does he want, does he want to choke me again or something?

"Can we just talk?" He asks, frustrated with my lack of cooperation. "We-" my sentence was cut short when Taehyung had punched jungkook in his stomach.

"What the hell!" I say, confused by his actions.

Then jungkook punches him back before the living room turned into a mess. They were both throwing heavy punches and things were getting knocked over. My roomate ran up to them first, trying to pull them apart but Taehyung pushed her across the room.

"WHAT THE HELL- STOP!"

Jungkook threw one more punch and our R.A came running in, pulling them apart almost instantly. The fight seemed like it lasted forever but fortunately neither of them had any black eyes.

"Don't fucking touch her!" Taehyung said while glaring at Jungkook. Jungkook glares back before snatching his arm away from the R.A and leaving.

Taehyung doesn't want Jungkook around me because of what happened the other day i assume. Jungkook seems pretty unstable, but I feel bad for him though.

"Sir you will have to leave as well." The R.A says as she stares at Taehyung while he grabs his hoodie off of the couch. While he lets her push him out, he slowly licks his middle fingers while staring at me, reminding me of earlier. Unfortunately, this only made me feel gross about myself and anything else I've done. Honestly Jimin was the only one that I had gotten used to, because he was my first anyways.

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After that incident, my mind went crazy with questions. Some time flew by after they were kicked out and I went on a searching spree. How much do I really know about these guys? Those comments about Jungkook weren't helping my confusion go away either. Jungkook definitely seemed a bit obsessive like the comments were implying. Eventually my thumb stops scrolling at a headline with a photo of jimin sitting In court with handcuffs on.

My eyebrow raises and I tap on the link, exposing myself to everything that had happened just two years ago. Jimin killed someone? Not just anyone but his ex girlfriend? Dismemberment! CANNIBALISM???

I saw words about him getting off and not being guilty because of mental illness, but....are you serious?

my whole world changed after seeing that article. I couldn't look at either of them the same. Something wasn't adding up but I'm sure I don't have the whole story. But it doesnt matter because I'm too scared to see him now. Not only that, but Taehyung is like a ghost in the system and he's been acting strange lately.

Instead of going to sleep I decide to text jimin including Tae and Jungkook to tell them I needed space. Jimin instantly called, but I didn't pick up, which made things worse for me in the end.

Jimin began calling nonstop until I turned my phone completely off. This did nothing but terrify me. Now I have three extremely powerful and dangerous men who I'm acting suspicious around. Especially Jimin
...he's literally a billionaire who has given me a million dollars like it was nothing.

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I wake up from my nap, late for my study plans. When I open the door to rush out, I was stopped by Jimin standing in the doorway. He stood so casually as if he knew what time I was supposed to leave. "What's the rush?" He asks with a dark look in his eyes.

I avoid eye contact, trying to my my way out of the door but he stops me. His hands held onto my arms, pushing me back inside of my dorm. " Why are you ignoring me" he says aggressively. " jimin I'm sorry I had my phone off last night!" I say scared of his sudden aggressive behavior.

" I don't care, Jichoo! I have to see you and there's no exception to that! I don't want end up hurting you" jimin threatened before trying to kiss me, but i move my head as soon as he leans in. His eyes quickly shifted to mine as he processed my immediate rejective response.

He looks at me, confused before his grip tightens on my arms, slamming my back against the wall. Shocked by his aggressive behavior i stand still for a split second. As soon as he let's go, I push him as hard as i could.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, JICHOO?"

He yells at my retaliation. My brows furrow in anger, "Looks like you've met your match, bitch!" I say before slapping him. He puts his hand on his cheek, stunned by my sudden move, but i could see him smirking after as well. His response was to put his hands around my throat, pushing me to the floor and as soon as I start hitting and kicking around he pulls my hair, saying, "Looks like I did..."

The room was filled with heavy breathing from tussle, and our hearts were beating faster than ever. We stared into each other's eyes after his reply before our lips crash into each other.

Tasting someone just as fucked up as me might not be so bad...