Obsessed | kth ✓

- four -

"I'll break you down and swallow you up. I'll steal and indulge in you. I'm gonna mess you up."

***

This girl had imprinted in Taehyung's mind.

He would think about her everyday. He would think about her in the morning and in the evening. He was thinking about her when he went to bed at night.

He would even think about her under the shower. And yes, not in an innocent way.

When he saw her at her second day of work he was surprised at how melodic and pleasant her voice sounded. They didn't exchange many words, because of Namjoon's interference. But the short conversation they had gave him food for thought for days.

There were always people around them so he couldn't talk to her. Even if he did, he had no idea what he would say. He kept on with his work engagements as she remained in the corner of his mind like an idee fixe.

Every single second he was picturing her slim figure, her gentle hands, her small and playful buttocks that she covered in thick jeans but her silhouette was still able to arouse Taehyung's primal instincts. Very often he woke up, in the middle of the night, only to find out that she had been haunting his dreams also. His wet dreams.

In his mind Y/N was somewhat of an enigma. A mysterious fairy-like creature that excited his whole being. He wanted to talk to her,  get close, but there were barriers that seemingly he couldn't overcome. He had never had found himself in a similar situation like this before.

Unfortunately, it seemed that he wasn't the only one taking an interest in Y/N. He couldn't help but notice the lustful and even lewd looks some guys gave her. She pretended not to notice but Taehyung was sure that she wasn't that stupid.

It seemed that she provoked the same reaction even in Jimin, Taehyung could tell by the way he was staring at her from time to time. But his friend had promised to back off so he never made a move.

She fixed Taehyung's make-up once, after an exhausting performance. She didn't look him in the eyes. All he could do for those 10 seconds was stare at her features and inhale her intoxicating perfume. Later that night the memory of that scent would stimulate him to "take care" of himself in the shower. His burning passion had increased since the day he saw her in her tight fitness clothes.

That was the closest interaction they had in months.

By observing her closely, he sunk deeper and deeper into his maddening infatuation. He kept looking at her social media profile everyday. He saved her photos on his phone. He even found out her phone number through discrete sources.

Things escalated the day when he saw her talking to one of the cameramen, a young intern studying montage. Taehyung overheard him talking to her and a twinge of jealousy pierced through his heart, followed by an overwhelming wave of rage.

The bastard was asking her out. To a party. This obnoxious nobody dared to try to get in her pants. In the pants of this magical and captivating creature that belonged with someone who could treat her like she deserved. She ought to stay away from the dirty hands of the ordinary people.

As Taehyung was staring at them, Y/N suddenly raised her gaze and met his eyes. It was only the second time that she had looked him in the eyes and he felt a frantic impulse to have her in his arms.

Before he could do anything, looked away.

"Give me this." Taehyung grabbed one of the employees by the wrist and took her phone. The poor girl was so thunderstruck that she couldn't even say a word, let alone ask why he wanted her phone.

He started typing. "Emergency in the storage room. Come quickly."

"Thank you." He told the employee without even sparing her a glance. He saw Y/N excuse herself and walked towards the storage, right after her.

Finally they could be alone.

[what happens here was described in – one - ]

Y/N POV

I didn't go to the staff party later that night. I was too tired to be around drunk, partying people and men hitting on me all night long. Actually, I was kind of getting tired of these empty-minded, boring guys. Everything they were telling me, I had already been told – that I'm pretty, hot, beautiful, sexy... and so on. It had been a while since I had laid my eyes on someone that truly excited me. However, lately, someone did.

Taehyung.

***

On the next day, when I arrived at work I found out that the cameraman from the previous day had been fired. Oh, God! So it was real. Yesterday Taehyung really did talk to me in the storage room. And I couldn't help but wonder if he had something to do with that boy getting fired.

Later that day I found a big bouquet of roses on my desk.

"Oh my Goood!" I heard Tiffany squeal right next to my ear. "You have a secret admirer! Do you think it's someone we know? Is there a note?"

"No idea," I said and searched for a note. No note. Nothing.

However, somehow I had my suspicions about who this could be.

My phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number.

"Meet me tonight in front of your house. 9pm. Hope you liked the roses, princess. Xoxo"

I looked around, confused. No one around me was using their phone.

"P.S. It would make me happy if you wore this tonight."

Wear what? I saw a little red gift box among the roses. I opened it quickly, burning with curiousity.

It was the most beautiful purple crystal heart that I had ever seen. It sparkled so stunningly. It must cost a fortune, I thought.

Suddenly I had the odd sensation someone was staring at me. I raised my head and saw Taehyung. Our eyes met in a powerful, locking gaze. He was watching me from afar, while pretending to talk to one of the managers. But his eyes were only on me. He bit his lip, not moving his mesmerizing eyes from mine. His phone was in his right hand which confirmed my suspicions. He was the one who sent me the flowers and the present.

Also, as I realized with horror, he was the one who had the cameraman fired.

My thoughts started to race through my head. Wasn't his attitude borderline... obsessive? I wondered how thin was the line between attraction and obsession. I was so confused.

Until now Taehyung had never acknowledged my existence, or at least I hadn't noticed that he did. The previous day he was trying possessively to tell me how I shouldn't go to the party, and today I learned that he fired a person because of me. And now... what was that? Was he asking me out?

And how the hell did he know where I lived?

author's note: 

this was a bit short maybe, but I'm updating again today!

oh, and also, beware... smut is coming soon ;) xoxo