It all started with a book but the obsession was becoming more uncontrollable.
He wanted you.
He needed you.
He can't get enough of you.
He was too obsessed with you.
He wrote the book with his experiences.
And you had no idea it was all about you.
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The sun blinded my swollen eyes—his back facing me. I could even feel him sweetly smiling at the window while looking at the view outside—I couldn't even take my eyes off of him, not even for a minute.
I finally saw him. The man that I loved, cherished, cared and waited for. All I ever wanted as of the moment was to spend this time looking at his innocent, yet angelic face while it still lasts.
Thinking about the memories, he was lovely, adorable and every sweet words can desbcribe his whole existence. No words can describe my happiness when it comes to him—like we were made for each other.
However, I missed the way he was—our memories, his gentle touches, sweet words along with his adorable whines. Even his stares that molded me and his embrace that melted me.
Exactly everything about him is what I missed.
My breath hitched and bit my lips, feeling myself in pain from twisting the rope too much. It was too useless to fight back, and my hands are paler than my usual skin tone from the tightness of the rope wrapped around my wrist.
He looked at me with a sweet smile that I've been waiting and wanting to see, and that smile that I missed so much.
It still makes me breathless especially knowing that I am watching him right now— have I gone crazy falling for him all over again?
The man who made me smile with just the simple mention of his name.
Park Jimin.
It was him who stayed by my side for years but suddenly disappeared for two years, and finally came back to me. When he did, he came back as a psychopath.
He was mumbling something but I'm pretty sure it was too familiar to me.
"I cherished her more than anyone. I loved her and waited 2 years for her."
It was a line from his book.
It was just like how he wanted it to be. Leaving the girl—me, and coming back after two years. And just thinking about it makes me feel...hurt and used.
"I wanted to see her again but I can't. I wanted to touch her but I can't. It seems that fate is playing on us."
He looked at me with soft gaze, and a smile played on his lips as he approached me.
"Now that I came back, her eyes are filled with tears just like I imagined it to be. Just like how I wanted it to be."
He sat beside me at the edge of the bed, sliding his soft thumb on my bottom lips.
"It was beyond my imagination for her to still love me after all these years."
I love him, yes but I couldn't take it anymore. This psychopath needed to be stop.
"Stop it, Jimin." I snarled at him, shaking my head off and slightly leaning away from him. He just laughed it off like a psychopath, and his expression softened as his hands travelled to caress my cheeks.
"Han Jihyo..." The way my name rolled off his tongue, and the sweetness of his voice that I missed so much filled my ears completely. His hands made its way to mine and freed me from the rope.
He knew that I won't hurt him. He knew me too much, and that would be one of the reasons of my regrets. He freed me because he knew.
Jimin grabbed my hands and interlocked it together. He knew it would make my heart flutter everytime he does this, and that hurts even more.
His thumb caress the back of my hand in circle. "We just need to die, then the story will end, alright?"
It aches me. My heart aches that he became this way. Instead of asking 'what have you done to yourself, Jimin?', I'd rather ask myself 'what fault have I done for you to become this way?'.
I couldn't help but let tears flow down my cheeks.
"You're crazy..." I trembled under his touch and yanked my arms, releasing my hands from his. "Don't touch me! You're crazy!"
Those touches that makes me insane before, it honestly made me cringe right now.
"No—No!" He groaned and frustratedly ran his fingers through his hair locks. "You shouldn't be like this. You're not supposed to cry! Our ending should have a happy ending!"
He is a total psycho. He has completely became one.
"What have you done to yourself?" I hissed at him, crying out and begging to Gods above to please help him instead of me.
Please save my love. I prayed.
"Is kidnapping me and tying me up on the bed a part of your story?!" I gritted by teeth, sending him a death glare. "I bet not!"
"Jihyo!" He yelled making me startle, and looked up, staring at him.
Jimin finally yelled at me.
His eyes shot open, realizing what he just did, and gasped as he sees me shaking vulnerably. I tried to back away.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered, panic filled his eyes and attempted to touch me again.
"Don't touch me!" I yelped, backing away from him and jerked away from his contact.
"I'm sorry..." He repeated with his face frowning. He keeps on repeating how sorry he is as his behavior started to act up.
He said I was the only one he loves, hence I was a fool for believing him once.
One thing that I forgot.
He's a novelist...a novelist that relies on his stories.
The kind of stories that is full of happiness, sadness, thrills, mysteries and deaths.
He is Park Jimin.
And Park Jimin is a novelist that relies on his own experiences.
If Jimin decides to write a story, he will do it, according his way.
a/n: Prologue is up! How was it?
I will update chapter one soon! I'm still thinking about the plot since the first one that I made doesn't even makes sense 😂 I'll try my best!
