Jasmine | Obsessive Pjm x Fr✓

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It's been 2 weeks since me visiting Meline's cafe everyday, ordering the same mango drink, having conversations with her and getting Jasmines from her.

In these small moments, I've been feeling lighter then usual.
I don't know if it's happiness or not..

I just know that I like talking to her, I like listening to her sweet rants and I love to see that smile she gives me.

Here I'm again entering her cafe, 10 AM sharp.

I noticed her handing a milkshake to a young boy. She noticed me and immediately waved, I waved back, a natural smile going up my face.

"Morning Sunshine how are you today?" She greeted me with her daily nickname.

I don't know how can she see sunshine on me. I'm literally opposite.

"I'm good Meline. The cafe seems packed today." I glanced around the housefull cafe which had no empty table left.

She chuckled,
"I don't know probably cause it's Monday and everyone needs a refreshment?" She said and poured some milk inside a kettle.

Today, she was wearing a knee length white dress with her red hair opened in up-down style. She had a white ribbon tied around her hair.

I on the other hand, was wearing a green thin shirt with black jeans.

"Don't worry about it okay? Since you're special, you can wait inside in the kitchen I'll be back in a minute okay?" She said as she placed the kettle on the burner.

I'm special? I'm special..

My heart did a whole 360° jump hearing that.

I nodded and entered the metal door which was connected with the small kitchen.

There was a stool beside the counter table. I say on it.
The kitchen was not too big, it was plain white with baking equipments all around.

There was an oven, some dressed cakes on the side, bread loaves, coffee beans, refrigerator, mixer, spoons, bowls, knives..

Knives..

My brain and eyes immediately stopped at the sharp object. I gulped hard. My hands started shaking and my breathing speed increased.
I looked away.

My fear came back crashing down at me as it was becoming hard to breathe.

Think of good things Jimin, think of good things.
I was gasping for breath.

"That big knife. Large and sharp. Just the way we like Don't we?"

"God not this again.." I mumbled, clasping my hands together to stop them from shaking.

"Just do it Jimin. I know you like it."

"No I don't! Go away!" I half yelled.

"Do it Jimin, you know how it works.. Just do it and I'll go away. Just a little."

"I won't! Go away!"

"You know it Jimin. Just do it and I'll leave you."

"Please stop.. please leave me alone." I bit my lip, tears filling my vision.

"Do it."

"No go away!"

"Just a little.. it'll fix everything. You'll get peace and relaxation. Just do it."

I glanced at the knife. I closed my eyes shut and bit my lip harder.

"Do it Jimin. It always helps."

"I don't wanna do this, I don't wanna do this, I don't wanna do this.."

"Just pick it up and do it. What's stopping you?"

I shook my head, a tear fell down my cheek.

"Do it."
"Do it."
"Just do it."
"Just pick it up."
"It'll help.."
"I'll go away.."

Fuck it.
I stood up as the stool fell on the ground.
I grabbed the large knife bringing it closure to my wrist.
A strong wave of urge flew down at me as I placed it against my skin.

"Let's go Jimin, Cut."

I pulled the knife in the backwards direction as the sharp edge sliced deep through my skin. The knife dropped on the ground and blood dripped from my wrist.

A painful smile formed on my face as the voice disappeared. Tears covered my sight and my legs trembled. I dropped to the ground. Blood pooling around me.

The last thing I heard was the door opening and,
"Hey sunshine I'm bac- JIMIN!?"
**Drops**

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