Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Coming Soon...

That's the actual title of the chapter btw...😊

A/N POV

Three weeks had passed and everything looked to be going perfectly. 

Jimin and (y/n) were stuck together at the hip seemingly becoming more and more in love with each other every day. Jimin happy that his girl was finally just his girl. (Y/N) enjoying the peace of mind that came with being only his. 

The couple found rejuvenation in their relationship. A spark that once was but had been lost, now back with a vengeance. They lived in their own little bubble, anyone else just a visitor for the moment before it was just back to them, living their best life, being their best selves. 

Davina stayed on in Jimin's class, breaking her body day in and day out, always making sure to come after the first bell and leaving after Jimin, as not to be seen by the psycho girlfriend. She always made sure to sit next to him and converse about anything some time during each class. Their conversations had gotten longer and he was becoming more and more interested in her day to day. Or at least she thought.

Unbeknownst to her, Jimin only spoke with her because she kept him entertained. He wondered how long this farce of a show would go on before she let on what she was really after. Him and what lie between his legs. But he smiled and feigned interest for her sake, internally dying at the end of every class as she slid across the floor to the back of the room. 

But Davina persisted every single day. She wanted Jimin and she believed Jimin was beginning to want her. He continued to speak with her despite him having a girlfriend and it could be assumed that he hadn't spoken with said girlfriend about her because she hadn't found herself hemmed up with a knife to her throat yet. Or maybe Taehyung was keeping her busy enough like he said he would while she gripped her claws into Jimin. 

But Taehyung had done nothing of the sort. He was being a good boy. He cushioned himself in his popularity, letting the school and its students depict how he should act. He was a jock and a jock he shall be, he thought. He embraced the life of being in the top social class at school. Let his teachers pass him even though he skipped classes to hang out with fellow jocks and hook up with random girls. He walked the halls, head held high with the prettiest most dimwitted girl on his arm. Let the students, teachers, and staff high five and congratulate him on his latest win. 

Yes, he played the role quite well. With unwavering belief. Didn't give the goddess of his dreams a second glance, if even a first. It fucked him up at first that she didn't even seem to notice but in his mind, that meant he was doing an exceptional job. 

No one knew the thoughts that played in his head at night. When he was in his room staring at her pictures, her underwear gripped in his hand, pressed hard to his nose as his deeply inhaled her scent. He always made sure to get yesterday's pair, stolen every morning from her dirty clothes hamper, keeping her aroma fresh in his mind. 

He would lie back in his bed with her panties splayed across his face, falling asleep and dreaming of the things he would do to her. 

Oh, it would be soon, he knew. His libido was begging him to act out his most vivid fantasies. The ones where she couldn't breathe without him...literally. Where he would rip every article of clothing she owned to shreds leaving her stark naked, only able to dance and move for him. One, in particular, he enjoyed so much that he had no choice but to rub one out whenever it crossed his mind. (Y/N) blindfolded, on her knees, with her hands tied behind her back while she sucked the urine from his urethra. He’d have a regular black, leathered belt fit snugly around her neck, the access length in his hand pulling her to him, doubling his pleasure. Able to relieve himself and do it inside the mouth of his goddess while tears fell below the blindfold as she struggled for even one breath, choking on whatever he decided to offer her.

Yes, he was biding his time. Letting everyone else play their roles, letting them believe he was fine. That he was over...her. That he was over...him.