Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

His Joker...

Y/N POV

I felt so many things as I sat in the bleachers and watched Taehyung on the court throwing the ball around with his teammates. 

First was admiration. Taehyung joined school in the middle of the year, shy in every aspect except when it came to pursuing me. He joined Anime with the intention of hiding behind his art. Now he was the star of the basketball team, his height and skill proving to be his breakthrough. I admit I felt a twinge of pride with every shot he made on the court. 

He amused me to no end. First in his blatant want of me then in his defiance in continuing to play this dangerous game despite everything that had been thrown at him. I find hilarity in the fact that his need for me, rivals that of the need I feel for Jimin. I hope he figures out soon that I can never be his. That I will always belong to Jimin. 

Jimin, himself, will see to that. 

But I will forever be grateful to him for being the scratcher of my many, many itches. My oasis in the middle of the desert. He's no Jimin but, he definitely isn't useless in the sack. Although, he could use some manners. 

Biting? Scratching? 

That pissed me off.

What the fuck was he thinking? Leaving me bruised and marked like that? He had to know Jimin would see, that he would be pissed. Did he want to try Jimin, to see what he would do? Did he want to lose his life? More so, what was he trying to accomplish? Did he think Jimin seeing me scared from another man would see to our break up and have me running into his arms? At the very least did he want to see me punished? 

And now Jimin had threatened me into silence. Not a single sound he had said, and I dared not disobey him. Even outside his presence. I had been beyond pissed when he walked out on me earlier today. First to deny me the feel of him inside me, then to degrade me, making me touch myself under his disgusted gaze, only to not even stay and watch until I'm done. But even after he has gone, I refused to utter a single note in his absence.   

Even now as the half-time horn rings out, I sit silent. Even though my thighs begin to moisten as I watch Jimin and his friend Hoseok take the floor preparing for their routine. It's another crunk piece and heaven knows I love when he goes all Hip Hop with his dancing. The music comes on and the crowd gets hyped.

 Hoseok and Jimin begin the piece together, their bodies moving in unison before Jimin backs off and lets his partner have the floor.

I'm concerned for Hoseok's knees as he falls to one in the beginning of his solo. He seems good as he slinks his body up off the floor in a very suggestive way only to end his piece falling backwards onto it again...