Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Reconciliation

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Y/N POV:

‘Can I please be let off punishment now?’ 

It felt completely stupid to be texting while sitting in the same room, alone, just mere feet away from him, but it was my only way of communicating with Jimin now and it had been going on for weeks. I would send him a text, usually asking him for something, up to and including a release from this torture, and he would respond out loud like we were having a regular conversation. 

For three weeks I had endured the silent life, making gestures, writing notes, and finally texting to get my point across. I had stayed away from Taehyung, completely ignoring him to his utter disappointment, but I couldn’t risk Jimin seeing me talk to him. Already he had purposely dodged every one of my advances, hadn’t held my hand, kissed my lips, grabbed my waist, man-handled me, fucked me. 

I had been a really good girl, or at least I thought so, and he was acting like my efforts meant nothing. Grant it, I had been really bad too so I knew it was well worth it in his eyes but I needed to talk. To move my lips, to speak my opinion and my mind. That alone was driving me crazy. 

His phone chimes beside him and he picks it up with a chuckle knowing it’s me. His fingers slide across the screen, thumb hanging mid air, his phone cradled in his palm as he reads what I have sent. A smirk graces his lips and he looks over at me, now poking out my lip in a silent plea. I smile at the soft chuckle he gives me hoping that that means a reprieve. It’s the first sign of softness I have seen from him since this whole thing started. 

“I don’t think you’ve served out your penance, my love,” he says to me. I look at him quizzically. My penance? What the fuck has all this been? The non-communication, the non-touching, the non-Taehyung. 

‘So all that I have been doing has just been amusement for you?’

Laughing again he responds, “No that was, as you said, punishment.”

‘So after all this “punishment, now I still deserve to do penance?’

His face scrunched up then and the look towards me, this time, was not so kind. 

“After letting someone put their mouth and teeth on you, you deserve so much more.”

Huffing, I began to type again. I was so sick of this. Sending long apologetic texts, telling him how sorry I was, the begging and pleading for forgiveness. I was so done. 

‘So what do you want me to do, Jimin?’ I’m pretty sure the irritation is written across my face. Just as I’m sure I’m reading the humor that just popped up on his. 

“Let me make love to you.” 

He immediately holds his finger up as I quickly inhale a breath about to say something along the lines of “What?” or “Really?” or “Fuck yeah!” 

“Ah,” he cuts in before I can. “There, my love, is the rub.”

I watch him, partially confused and somewhat excited, as he stands and walks over to me. Taking the phone from my hand, he tosses it to our side as he gently begins pushing me back onto the bed. When my back touches the mattress, I’m finally blessed with his soft, supple lips pressed against mine, but only for a moment. 

“While I kiss… his mouth pressed to mine again, 

Touch… nimble fingers find the bottom of my shirt and move across my tummy