his obsession || vhope ff[✔]

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"with each breath he took, with each move he made, he would take a piece of me away with him...and he would never know..."

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[ KIM TAEHYUNG'S P.O.V ]

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I looked over towards my alarm clock which was flashing toxic bright green numbers.

6:59 A.M.

One more minute before 7:00.

I was quick to pull back the covers that was wrapped in and slowly sit up, swinging my legs over and letting my toes feeling the fluffy-white carpet of my bedroom.

I hit the snooze on my still buzzing alarm clock.

He would be there in a moment. Get the camera.

I quickly got up from the bed and headed over to my nicely organized desk and grabbed my Polaroid camera. I was still dressed in my pajamas and still had bed-head. I would have to fix it later.

I then headed for the door of my bedroom, opening and then closing it behind me as I stepped into my spacious living room. I lived in a large studio apartment, it wasn't much to me but it was enough.

7:00.

Quickly, I headed for my window - clutching my camera as I then pulled back the shades, letting in the warm sun that was now rising into the sky.

He's there.

I directed my gaze towards the next apartment building that was close to my building. I watched from behind my curtain as he appeared.

Beautiful...

My left eye started to twitch as I watched him set his bag down on the floor. His apartment had more windows and he would always have them opened for the sunlight.

I crouched down to the floor and watched as he began to do his morning stretches.

A white ripped t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

Same outfit from Thursday.

He was sweating a lot on Thursday from dancing so much. With my camera, I could see how the sweat droplets made trails down his caramel skin. It looked beautiful.

I wondered how it tasted...how his skin would taste...how the combined taste of pure sweat and his caramel skin would taste...

My eye was blinking even more as I slowly raised my camera up to my eye.

32.

32 pictures.

That's when I heard the music.

His music choice depended on his mood.

Ah...slow...

Lately, he'd been dancing to someone from overseas.

The music was slow, dark with a tone that brought a sense of melancholy and sadness.

He was sad...

Then he began to move.

He seamlessly moved with the flow of the beat and the pace of the music, his body following the music.

Click.

33.

The photo slowly came out of the slot as I then took it out once it was finished being made. Slowly I waved the picture back and forth to make the picture come up and finally, it did.

It was a perfect shot of him looking out with his eyes looking off into the distance and his body was in the midst of a beautiful pose, his shirt coming up in the process which exposed some of his toned abdomen.

My eye kept blinking as I stared at the photo intently.

I wanted him...I wanted to run my fingers along his skin and dig my nails into it...marking him as mine. For eternity.

He would dance on and on, pausing briefly for a break before he would continue on, the music changing each time. And each time it did, he would.

I didn't take anymore pictures because I was waiting for the right time and the right pose.

And that's when it came along.

He slowly dropped to his knees, some of his red hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and his face and shirt was drenched in the salty fluid as he looked down.

There.

I quickly grabbed my camera and looked through the lense, aligning it with him before I clicked down on the clicker and there, I had it.

Submission.

I would name the photo Submission...

Because soon...he would be submitting to me.

My eye continues to blink as those thoughts of what I would do to him grew more and more persistent. I looked down at the new Polaroid picture I had of him.

Submission...

Soon. Soon.

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author's note: here goes.