Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Her Harley

So I began looking over this story again and at some of the comments and realized its been going on over a year. Like 😮!! Its time to wrap this up so here's an update. I truly, truly appreciate you guys riding with me for this one. You guys are the 💩💩💩(chocolate ice cream. 😂😂)

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TAE POV:

A three at the buzzer and we have won this game. Not like we needed it. We were already up by eleven but it was still oh so satisfying hitting that last shot tight at the buzzer. I'm immediately surrounded by my teammates and hoisted up on jubilant shoulders. A little embarrassed by the extra attention, my eyes scan the room for my one beacon of solace.

I see her walking off in the direction of the crowd, a smug grin on her face and I am tempted to call out her name. But her Jimin is here and I know he wont like that too much. Still I'm too happy to be brought down and he looks slightly distracted with his dance mates.

Once my feet are back on the ground, I run after her, intertwining her arm in mine as she walks towards the exit of the gym. She startles a bit before giving me a death glare. I assume it's because of Jimin so I quickly reassure her we're fine.

"He's packing up his things and conversing with his mates. He can't even see us. Don't worry."

She doesn't say anything, instead her glare becomes piercing, painful even. So much so I actually cringe with worry.

"What's wrong? What happened?," I immediately question if Jimin had done something to her. She answers stomping one foot on the ground, her shoulders raised and a full on pout of anger across her face. It's almost like she's telling me I should know.

"What? What is it? Just tell me?," I throw my hands up because I don't know a thing and she is frustrating the shit out of me by not opening her mouth and just getting it out. She rolls her eyes and lets out a loud, obnoxious sigh, her own grievance with me blaring through. Her hand reaches up to yank at the collar of her shirt, the material letting out a small cry as it almost tears from the strain.

At first, I see nothing, just her glowing butter soft skin looking back at me, my lips actually itching to kiss it there. But a slight maneuvering of her fingers and I catch a glimpse of color that shouldn't be there. It's blue-ish with hints of purple, some almost black. Immediately, I know what it is and what caused it.

I can't help the smile that comes across my lips. I marked her. It's me on her skin, her flesh wearing my bite. I remembered the feel of it under my teeth and tongue , my lips suckling over the smoothness that is her.

A shove to my right shoulder pulls me back to the present, her face showing annoyance that I could be happy and okay with this. I cross my arms and smirk, unapologetically, down at her. I have no regrets.

Then, seeing my condescending behavior, she pulls her arms from her shirt, the material pooling around her neck. I, and everyone else currently walking out of the gym, are immediately assaulted by the many love bites, heated scratches, and carnivorous hickeys strewn over her torso. Her eyes lay wide as she pleads with me, demanding I understand the severity of the situation.

I laugh.

"Just don't let him see you naked. You're not fucking anyway right?," I continue to laugh before I feel a sting of heat across my face. I open my eyes looking in the opposite direction, the smack causing my head to jerk more violently than I am willing to admit as a man having just been slapped by a girl. She is very, very lucky that I love this feisty side of her.

I turn my head slowly to glare down at her, her arms folded and now looking up at me, unapologetically. Even angry, she is still the most sexy thing I have ever seen. I wait for the inevitable disciplinary rant that I know is hanging onto her delectable tongue but it never comes. It is now I notice that she hasn't spoken a single word.