Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

The Waiting Game

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Soooo...

I'm such a perfectionist when it comes to my writing that I may never even update. I will sit on a chapter for weeks and edit and still not be satisfied and sit on it some more only to finally...finally get frustrated and say 'Fuck it!'

So here is my 'Fuck it!' chapter... 🙃🙃🙃🙃

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TAE POV

Anger, rage, madness, hysteria. All emotions I had been fighting to hold back these past three weeks. If I had had her, I would have been able to do it with ease but seeing as how she was permanently, always quietly, glued to Jimin's side, I hadn't had any peace of mind to quell these feelings. 

I called myself waiting, watching, anticipating the moment her punishment was over. Knew she couldn't talk to me until it was. But the looks she gave me randomly in the hall threatened to unleash a beast I wasn't even sure I could control. 

Side glances, looks of discomfort, or just down right being ignored was fucking with my mental and I tried, really tried to keep my composure. 

Even Jimin walking around with his nose in the air, her stuck under his gaze and arm was pissing me off. How dare he roam around here, unscathed, unaffected like he hadn't had me hemmed up naked against a cold metal locker with a knife at my throat and my dick? 

My only alleviation from the tormenting thoughts was knowing that eventually, he would loosen the reins and the goddess would fall back into my arms. 

Only this time, she would feel all I have to give. All this rage would be taken out on her and Jimin would see and I would make sure he knew it was me. Make him come to me on even ground. No knives, no surprises. Just one on one, man to man, fighting for the right to possess (y/n) because like it or not, she would be mine.

The day I broke, I was at my locker, yet again reigning in my emotions as I knew she would be coming by soon, her third hour class being close by. Everyday she would walk by, quiet as a mouse but never without Jimin and avoid eye contact with me. Jimin on the other hand made sure to give said contact every single time. 

But what I saw as I reluctantly turned to face the couple was a new aura glowing about them. She was laughing with him, talking with him and the clique of friends that surrounded them. She was still attached to his side like a baby to his mother's hip but it looked voluntary now, unforced as it had before. She clung to him like he was her last breath, refusing to let up for even a second. Her eyes met mine as I stood with a gaped mouth watching the couples interactions. She smiled shyly, looking upon me as she would any student in the hall with whom she had made accidental eye contact with. And then it was gone. 

She was back looking at Jimin like the sun fell out his ass. 

I couldn't help it. My eyes stayed glued to the two as Jimin led her to her classroom, pushing her against a random locker before grinning, slowly bringing his mouth down to her. I almost gagged as she reached her delicate arms around his neck, smiling too and waited for his lips to reach hers. 

The kiss was sweet. It carried with it things that I had never seen between the two before. Intimacy, passion, maybe even love. And being the predictable twit he is, Jimin deepened the kiss to the point of getting her moaning only to release her and look dead at me with a smirk I would have loved to wipe off his condescending face. 

She turned to walk into her classroom, gasping as Jimin smacked her butt before walking away. I stood there after he was long gone. After the first bell for class had rang, after the late bell, and several more minutes after that.