Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Pain

Y/N POV

My jaw burns from being held so tightly. My chest hurts from the heavy, rapid breaths coursing through my lungs. There’s sweat beginning to accumulate on my skin as fear becomes  a very present emotion invading my body. 

I began to wonder why had Taehyung really brought me here. Fighting against his hold, I squirmed as best I could to get myself free but his grip, both on my jaws and my wrists is just too tight. He’s strong, stronger than I ever knew and he seems dead set on proving to me just how much so as he chuckles at my plight. 

He swipes his wet tongue across my pursed lips again and I want to scream. It’s slobbery and wet, actually dripping from my chin. He laughs when I try to move my head away from him and, realizing I have no leeway to move, I quiet down quickly. 

“Whey-hwun,” I attempt calling out to him from my screaming jaws. He stops with the laughing and places an ear to my lips.

“What is it my beautiful angel? What do you need to tell your prince?”

My prince? He has got to be delusional. I’m happy for the reprieve on my cheeks so I don’t go completely off on him. 

“Taehyung, what the fuck are you doing? Let me go!” I try kneeing him in his groin again. He catches my knee with his palm, mid-air and smirks, shaking his head at me at the same time. I take the opportunity to head butt him, catching him in his bottom lip, now bleeding. He pulls back, using his free hand to pat at the seeping blood. But he’s not as upset as I would have thought as he smiles at me again, full eye contact, and he takes the red substance from his lip with his tongue. 

“I will never let you go, my goddess. You have negated my attempts for far to long. It’s about time  for you to understand the magnitude of what you do to me.” 

“Taehyung-,” I scream as he grips his fist into my shirt pulling me to him, a wet, slimy kiss. His breath didn’t even smell or taste good as he slipped his tongue in my mouth giving me a bit of the iron in his blood. 

I can’t understand why he is being so rough and desperate. Taehyung had never kissed me like this. He was always sweet, and gentle. Maybe a little rough sometimes, but never to the extent of bruising my lips. I felt his teeth scraping against mine, bits of both our lips getting caught in the crossfires. This had to hurt him as much as it was hurting me. 

Again, since he seemed to be completely enthralled in this mess of a kiss, I tried kneeing his balls and squirming from his hold. Successfully, I landed a knee right into the center of his thighs, all my strength going into that one single blow. Unfortunately, my strike was met with some sort of hard plastic instead of the soft, vulnerable tissue I had been expecting. 

Taehyung growled and quickly turned me around, slamming my face and body against the wall. I could tell my lip was now just as busted as his. 

“I thought of everything didn’t I, baby?” his deep, manic voice in my ear.

“Tae,” I tried to reason with him, at this point still not knowing what he wanted from me.

“Hmmm?”, he again placed his ear to my lips.

“What do you want from me? Why are you doing this? Roughing me up in an empty classroom? Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?” That fear I had felt before was now beginning to dissipate, turning into full blown terror. How far was he going to go? Would he slap me around, punch me? Would I be bruised or broken? Would I leave here able to walk, to speak? Would I be able to leave here?

He sneered into the dwell of my ear before speaking. “I only want you.” 

Suddenly there was something cold at the dip in my back, something with a sharp edge and I immediately identified it as some sort of blade. My fight or flight kicked in and I began telling Taehyung anything that I thought he wanted to hear.