Obsessed | kth ✓

- sixteen -

"i don't wanna hurt you but you live for the pain
i'm not trying to say it but it's what you became..."

"Y/N! I know you're there, I can see the lights are on... I'm giving you one more minute before I come up." Jimin yelled. I knew that if I could hear him, all of my neighbors could too. I bit my lip anxiously and glanced at Taehyung. He had an unreadable expression on his face but his hands were clenched and his knuckles were white.

His shirt was half-way unbuttoned and his hair was messy so at that moment he looked like an angry bull and Jimin was just plainly waving a red cloth right in front of him.

I almost ran towards the window, Taehyung followed me quicker than a bolt.

"That nasty bastard..." he snarled, pushing me away from the window counter.

"No, Taehyung! Let me." I begged and grabbed the handle.

"Okay, I'm coming up, but just for your information, I've had one or two alcoholic beverages this evening so I might not be in my best shape..." Jimin yelled out stuttering, his face lightnened up the moment he saw my head on the window. "Y/N! I knew-"

"Jimin, you're drunk so please go home." I interrupted him with a voice that I hope sounded deadly and cold and would make him leave.

"Uh-uh," Jimin raised his finger and I noticed that he couldn't even keep it straight. "I've come all this way, I'm not going anywhere until you come down here."

"Why have you come here?" I asked him and he pouted.

"What do you mean "why have you come here"? "Jimin altered his voice in a high-pitched tone as to imitate me and pulled out his tongue like a toddler throwing a fit. "I came here to see you. And talk to you. So come on down now."

"Jimin..." I rolled my eyes and let out a deep sigh.

Park Jimin, hasn't your mother told you not to do anything stupid after 2 am?

You'll most likely regret it.

I couldn't believe how long Taehyung was keeping it together not to show up next to me. "We can't have a normal conversation at the moment because you're not sober. You-"

"No!" Jimin exclaimed so loudly he nearly fell. "I know why you don't want to talk to me." He lowered his gaze gloomily. "You hate me. You think I'm a disgusting pig that sleeps around and mistreats people. You're not wrong, I have to tell you. I've done some awful shit. I've behaved terribly to many girls. But it's because- because of that emptiness, Y/N. Because I'm empty inside. I can't feel anything, it's like someone's surgically removed any sensitivity I've had in me. This lifestyle I've chosen for myself is like an expedition I've embarked on to make myself feel something again..."

The blond man scoffed bitterly before he spat out, almost like he was disgusted of himself. He leaned his back on the tree behind him and ran his slender white fingers through his hair.

"I know it sounds stupid. And I'm not making any excuses for the things I've done. But, you know, for the first time in ages, I felt something. You know what that was, Y/N? It was shame. I was ashamed of my behavior and my ways in front of you. I've come to respect you - something I haven't felt with any other girl. I didn't want you to know how horrible I am. I saw the judgement in your eyes, I get it. If I was you, I'd-"

Could I have prevent what happened next if I had turned around sooner?

Maybe.

Yes.