compulsion »minjoon ; completed«

eight

Cleaning his house hadn't taken Jimin very long. In fact, it took maybe a good twenty minutes since all he really had to do was vacuum and dust. Once he had cleaned to his standard and liking, he decided to sit down and work on his book.

Jimin had wanted to be a published author ever since he was twelve. He had written a short story for a class assignment and his teacher praised him so much for it. The praise and attention encouraged him to continue with writing.

Throughout his teenage years, he flipped back and forth between writing short stories and poems. When he was feeling extremely inspired, he wrote stories. When he was going through bad times, he wrote poems to express his feelings rather than bottle them up.

All of his life, Jimin had dreamed of writing his own book and getting it published.

He was finally getting around to actually writing a book and it was nearly finished. He only had a few more chapters left to compose before he sent the draft to an editor, so he was becoming excited and quite antsy.

He had been spending most of his time with Namjoon, so he hadn't really gotten much of a chance to work on it. Since they weren't meeting up for a few days he figured it would be the perfect time to get some writing in.

'Tall, charming, and absolutely handsome — the three best adjectives to describe the man.

Unfortunately for him, naivety was also a prominent trait of his, right next to vulnerability.
He was smart and strong, but he was no match for the mastermind that his lover was.

His lover was alluring in the most unusual of ways. She was mesmerizing in the way she spoke, both verbally and physically. Her body moved in such a beautiful fashion. The way she would flip her hair over her shoulder or sway her hips as she walked made it seem like she was always putting on a show.

Maybe that's because she was.'

Jimin typed quickly, the words seeming to flow directly out of him and onto the open word document on his laptop. His tongue poked out of the corner of his lips as he concentrated, the index finger of his left hand raising to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose each time they slid down.

'Unbeknownst to him, he had been given the starring role in her production. She was the director, playing with him to appeal to her vision.

She was going to destroy him.

All she ever wanted was control and he was too weak to fight back when her dominance came in waves. He did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted him to do it.

She was the puppet master, pulling at and directing his strings, causing him to do whatever she pleased. Some days she would let him be, allowing him to relax and move freely. Other days – well, most days – her fingers would be wrapped around his strings, yanking them here and there, roughly tugging at them until they threatened to break.

She could do whatever she wanted to him and nobody would suspect a thing.

Her looks were too genuine and pure for her to come across as malicious and her acting skills were so flawless, that even if she did provoke any suspicion, she would easily be able to swindle her way out of it.

Nobody could stop her.'

Reading over the words he had just typed, Jimin smiled to himself. Everything came out just how he wanted it and always pictured it. He was proud of his work so far and it only encouraged him to write even more.

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