Control | #Wattys2018 | Yandere Jimin

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Y'all wanted me to update this so here you go. I'm impressed that this have already 4K views with only 7, now 8 published parts.

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"This is gorgeous." I said for the 5th time, walking around the green house. "You haven't seen the best part." Jimin smiled at me. I raised an eyebrow, causing him to giggle.

"Close your eyes again." He tilted his head, my eyes slowly closing. He kept walking through the greenhouse, I knew we were still inside because it was hot in here. We finally stopped, the faint sounds of the waterfall splashing still behind me.

"Okay, open." He said, letting go of me. I slowly opened my eyes, my jaw dropping from what was in front of me. It was a small little area, a queen sized bed with white sheets and blankets in the middle, a lantern in the middle. Fairy lights decorated the sides, the warm white light creating a comfortable atmosphere. The plants were now silver, actual metal and silver lined the area, the flowers being sterling with jewels for the centers.

A few pictures just to make you scream "HOW EXPENSIVE IS PARK JIMIN!?"

"How in the world-" Jimin put his finger on my lips. "Don't ask, just enjoy." He smiled. I felt my cheeks go pink as I removed his fingets. There were folding doors, probably so the heat from the greenhouse wouldn't make the bed moist. The blankets were so fluffy, the area was surprisingly cold.

"Jimin! This is so freaking amazing! Oh my god- I could just kiss you!" I looked around the room, my eyes widened as those last words came out of my mouth. I looked at Jimin, who smirked. "Well, can I have a kiss?" He said.

He laid down beside me on the bed, leaning on his palm as his elbow dug into the mattress. "Shut up." I turned my head away, looking back at the silver gem flowers.

"Oh come on." Jimin said, I could tell he was pouting. I felt him snake his hands around my waist, back hugging me. My shoulders tensed up, I heard him chuckle under his breath as he laid his head on my back.

For once I didn't tell him to stop, I stayed like that, the smallest smile shown on my face. It felt nice and warm, the thought of a boy actually liking me did melt my heart, other guys just dated me because of the parties they needed to take somebody to, and I was always invited to the parties.

Why wouldn't they? It seems extremely vain and ego-boosting to say that a bunch of people only asked me out because of my looks, I'm saying this because they only took me out once, and I hated to see people upset so I never said no.

The only reason why I didn't enjoy Jimin (god), is because 1, he kidnapped me, 2, he killed my family, maybe even my friend, 3, I wouldn't really like him, it would be that stupid Stockholm crap.

After thinking for a bit, I came to reality and put my hands on his, taking his arms of me. "Jimin... You know that, I can't actually like you, I already told you it's more likely to be Stockholm syndrome or just insanity, not feelings." I looked down, extreme guilt weld up in my chest, I just wanted to hug him and say I was sorry.

"How do you know that? You could actually have feelings for me but think it's the syndrome, can't you?" He asked, taking my hands and looking at me with his wide eyes.

"That could happen, but it's not likely. I'm just saying this so you don't end up hurting yourself because of me." I squeezed his hands in return, trying to smile as best as I could.

Jimin looked down for a moment, then back at me. Next thing I knew he threw himself at me, hugging me as I heard him begin to cry. "J-Jimin, p-please don't cry..."I rubbed his back. I felt my shirt begin to get wet as he cried into my mid-chest.

"I never meant to hurt you (Y/N)." He sniffed, his words muffled as his face dug into my shirt. "It's okay." I ran my fingers through his hair. His hands gripped tighter onto my shirt as I spoke, did I just make things worse?

"Are you sure? I can just take you back to where you lived." He muttered, he could? My eyes widening, my hand stopped on his head, should I? I knew it would break his heart, and the guilt of it would haunt me until I saw him again.

I took both my hands, from his back and from his hair, cupping his cheeks and lifting his face up. His eyes were puffy and red from crying, this made it even harder. He looked at me, switching between both my eyes.

I inched the tiny bit closer. "I'll stay." I whispered. His eyes widened the slightest bit. "Really?" He whispered. 

"Really." 

I leaned closer, until my lips brushed against his. Did I really love him? I felt like it, but the multiple stories and articles kept bugging me, saying that I didn't. 

I could tell Jimin was taken back by me kissing him, for he hesitated to kiss back, but soon after 5 seconds he kissed back (If you count with actual seconds it's longer than you think!)

We both left at the same time, our eyes both closed as our foreheads leaned together. Jimin's hands found my cheeks, as we both cupped each others cheeks.

"I love you, (Y/N). You have no idea how happy you've made me." Jimin mumbled. I smiled softly, even though both our eyes were closed, I knew Jimin was also smiling.

"I'll stay as long as I need to."