The Idol's Deadly Obsession [On Hold] | kth √

19. Everything Is You

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-Everything is you.... even when you're far from me....

Taking a long shower, wasn't a part of your plan, but the numerous thoughts that were coming and up and up in your brain, made you do so.

From each second, of you scrubbing the soap, on your smooth skin, the more the thought, of how school will be like.

Yesterday you tried hard, to make V withdrawal his decision of training at your high school campus, but him being stubborn as he is, he didn't take yes as an answer.

His obsession making him do things, a sane idol can't do.

Taehyung is getting insane and it's just increasing.

A frown on your face, a pout on your lips, you look at your reflection on the mirror, thinking of what in you, captivated or either attracted the idol, that he is acting so weird.

Bad weirdness.

Your fingers trails down your face, beginning with your temple, moving down to your almond-shaped eyes, that can't stop staring the idol whenever he is staring deeply at you, like he is staring into your soul, your index tip, move to your well-defined nose, a memory of it brushing with V's straight and prominent nose.

The memory replaying how it was all like, the brushing of your nose, that did sent a shiver down your spine, it was beautiful, alluring, addi- you quickly bring your hand down, gripping on the edge of the washing basin.

What am I thinking?

The thought that started with why V is obsessed with you, have ended you to day dream the kiss you shared, the other night.

You push your hair back, still looking at the mirror, you cought the sight of your lips, that are healing, the bruises are here and there.

"When you're with me, be like this. Not wearing a mask, because I want to see how beautifully left marks on your lips. How I marked what's mine."

V caught you off guard when he said that, brushed his slender fingers on your lips, stared at the lips, like he was about to feed on the lips again, devour, bruise or whatever.

"I'm not up for another bruise."

That's what you told the man, before stepping out of his car, and headed inside the apartment building, while you put on a mask, you forgot to wear even in the streets.

You shake your head, telling yourself to not overthink, have a positive mind with positive thoughts, but the dirty thoughts weren't helping.

You walk out the bathroom to get ready for school.

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"Your father has told you yet?" Your mother asks, putting a sandwich plate and juice on your side on the table.