MY OBSESSION | P.J.M

Sequel .2

I stop in my tracks and turn around, I don't know why but something within me is urging me to turn back to the crossroad. I rip my headphones out and I see y/n running towards me, panic drawn across her face..She's screaming and I scream back at her when I see a car driving like a madman.

I run faster than ever and I somehow reach y/n just in the nick of time. The close call sends shivers down my spine. The near miss leaves us both shaken and at a loss for words. We both witness the aftermath unfold before us — a woman lying motionless on the ground, blood pooling around her skull, a chilling sight that triggers a myriad of emotions within me.

l immediately look back at y/n, imagining her being the one laying there and tear-filled eyes bring me back to the present. "Jimin," she chokes out, and hearing her voice is bittersweet. The current situation mixed with our last fight hangs heavy in the air, and I can't escape the realization that it easily could have been her lying there, I could've lost her forever.

My frustration spills over. I never would've forgiven myself if her last memory of me was our fight. "That could've been you! You could've died!" I drag her to the pathway and I don't let go of her hand. "What were you thinking?!"

"I was thinking about you goddamnit!" She hits me as she cries. Everytime I see her these days, she is always sad. Why is her happy face almost nonexistent in my mind?

I sigh as I realize that Taehyung must've snitched. "Did he tell you that I'm here? I thought you didn't want to see me again."

She scoffs as she simultaneously wipes her tears away. "Oh please, how could I let you go like this?" The sincerity in her voice echoes inside my heart, and it dawns on me that despite us always lashing out at each other, there's a bond that refuses to break.

Her tears continue to fall as I try to find the right words, a way to help her understand the web of emotions within me. "I didn't think- "

However she cuts me off right away, her anger is muffled by her vulnerability but I know her well enough to know better. "You didn't think what, Jimin? That I'd still care? That I'd still worry about you?" Her gaze pierces through me as she waits for a better explanation.

"I thought leaving was the right thing," I admit honestly, but for some reason, saying it aloud right in front of her feels insincere. I shake my head, realizing that I don't want to part with her. What in my right mind would make me want to be apart from her? "but I'm not sure anymore."

Her expression softens. "Why do you always refuse to work things out? I don't want to lose you." Her voice is filled with genuine concern. It's a sentiment that resonates deep within me. We attempt to mend what we both broke down so we can build it up again. The history of ours is marked by cathartic moments that are always followed by the bitter taste of despondency

"We always to try work it but we always end up at square one. I never went into this relationship wanting to lose you but we always end up here."

"You're being mean." Y/n's accusation awakens a familiar memory, something about it tells me that we've had this exact conversation before.

I dismiss my feelings of Déjà vu as my gaze is fixed on a car that drives us by. "I'm telling the truth. You know this just as much as I do." I grab her hand and lead us away from the crossroad where our fate seemed to almost end just moments ago. The city lights illuminate the side walk, casting a glow on our intertwined hands.  Makes me feel loved again.

For a moment, all we can hear is the echoing from our footsteps before y/n breaks the silence with a sharp breath. "Jimin, this feels so weird."

A chill runs down my spine. "What do you mean?"

"I feel like I've been here before" we both stop in our tracks, an eerie feeling sets in the sky.

"I wasn't sure if I was the only one feeling like this, so I didn't say anything."

"But it's not just this." She grows frustrated. "This entire morning, has like been on repeat for me." She draws out a circle in the air. "It's like we're stuck in a loop of all the bad ways our relationship can end like."

"Would I sound crazy if I told you that I think I'm drugged right now?" All I need is a one look from her to know that she feels the same. "I'm not trying to point fingers or anything like that, but I feel like Tae might have done something to me- I mean, to us."

"I found this in my apartment, I wasn't sure what it was but I thought it might've been yours." She reaches into her purse and pulls out a tiny ziplock bag.

"Drugs? You think I bought drugs?! I wouldn't even know where to buy this."

"I'm not saying that you bought them! If my memory doesn't fail me, you were at my place before I woke up, and I know very well that this isn't mine so naturally I assumed that this belongs to you."

I sneer at her. "How rude." I start walking and anticipate that sound of her footsteps following behind me.

"Hey!" She calls out. "I'm not trying to accuse you, I'm just saying that this might be the answer to why you feel that way." She hits me on my head and I laugh. I don't know what this feeling is, but I want it to last forever. I'm always overwhelmed whenever I'm with y/n. Despite our circumstances being unusual, and that much of life doesn't make any sense, I am sure that I want to spend every second with her.

"You might be right, I don't know why but I can't bother to care right now." I grab her hand and force her to lock arms with me. "I just want to be close to you, can't we pretend that everything's normal? That we never fought? That nothing feels weird."

And she smiles deeply, awaken more memories in me. "Then how about be go to your place?" I nod in agreement.

Everything is fuzzy, but one thing is clear—we're choosing each other, not out of desperation or fear but out of a genuine desire to build something stronger from the fragments of what almost slipped away.

We might not understand everything, but we have each other. What else could we ever need?