Timeless Obsession

Ep 9: Sign of possessiveness

Same day as previous chapter

Jimin's P.O.V

"You know, it's kind of cute how easily you get distracted," Winter teased, watching me as my cheeks flushed an even brighter shade of red.

God, she's insufferable, I thought, but I was unknowingly smiling at the memory of earlier events.

Suddenly, I got a flashback of the heated scene from earlier. How her face had gotten so close to mine, the warmth of her breath mingling with mine. She had trapped me between her arms, her hands pressing against the wall on either side of me. Though she was shorter than I was, her proximity made her presence overwhelming. Looking down at her, my heart pounded as those intense eyes locked onto my lips. It was as if time had slowed, the world around us fading into a blur. The way she looked at me sent shivers down my spine, awakening a sensation I had never felt before. A burning desire ignited within me, an uncontrollable urge to close the gap between us and kiss her right then and there.

She lightly touched my lips, and it almost sent me into overdrive, a surge of electricity coursing through my veins. My breath hitched, and my heart raced wildly, but I managed to control myself, albeit barely. Yet, when she pulled back, the space between us felt like an insurmountable chasm. I was left yearning for her touch, my body aching with a sudden, profound sense of loss.

I sighed at that, and my sister quickly took notice of my behavior.

"Sissy, are you not gonna eat?" Minji said, finally cutting off my reverie of thoughts.

"I will, just got distracted by something," I said, finally grabbing my chopsticks and starting to eat the food in front of me.

It was currently lunch, and before us lay an array of beautiful and delicious Korean dishes. The vibrant red of the kimchi contrasted with the clear broth of the soup, steam rising in delicate tendrils. The meat was perfectly grilled, its savory aroma mixing with the subtle fragrance of the rice. Each bite was a burst of flavors—spicy, savory, and comforting. The table was a feast for the senses, and I couldn't help but feel a bit more grounded as I focused on the meal before me.

"We should've invited Winter for lunch," Minji suggested wistfully, her eyes distant with longing. "I miss her already."

Those words struck a chord within me, stirring a twinge of something I hastily tried to suppress. Minji was my sister—I shouldn't feel resentment toward her, should I?

"I guess," I replied casually, though inside, a possessive surge threatened to overwhelm me. Winter was supposed to be mine to think about, to miss. The notion of Minji seeking her company unsettled me more than I dared admit. Winter was meant for me alone.

I imprisoned her first not Minji!?

 I own her!?! 

"You should find your own prisoners," I said icily, unable to hide the sharp edge in my voice. "She's mine to play with"

"Well, she saved my life. She's not just a prisoner, you know. She's a friend," Minji asserted gently, her voice carrying a weight of sincerity that pulled me back from the turmoil of earlier.