Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

A Desperate Plea

JIMIN POV:

"Why the fuck is she here, Jimin?"

My mind comprehends that something is wrong, but the sight of her daring to use that reprimanding voice on me only brings back my own hysteria. Before I can counter, she repeats herself, more slowly this time.

"Why...the fuck...is she here...JIMIN?," my name coming out harsh and pointed.

"In your bed...JIMIN!!!"

"NAKED...JIMIN!!!!"

At this point she is screaming at me from the top of her lungs and my anger only matches hers, completely forgetting about Davina lying in my bed.

"IS THERE SOMETHING YOU WANT TO TELL ME, FIRST?," I scream back, storming up to her with the letter proving so still clenched in my fist. Nose to nose, she doesn't back down, still screaming in my face.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

"Don't play dumb, baby. I'm not in the mood," I sneer hard in her face and am only slightly surprised when she does the same to me.

"You think you're not in the mood," she asks incredulously. "AFTER THE SHIT THAT JUST HAPPENED TO ME?!," her voice rising again. "I STRUGGLE AND FIGHT TO GET HERE, TO GET TO YOU, ONLY TO FIND THIS BITCH IN YOUR BED??!!"

"YEAH," we continued our screaming match. "AND WHERE WERE YOU? IN TAEHYUNG'S BED?"

She reeled back, almost insulted. "WHAT THE FUCK?! NO!!"

I couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped, not knowing if I should believe anything that came out of her lying, conniving mouth or not. "Don't deny it. I know you fucked him."

The woman hauled off and slapped me...hard!

"FUCK YOU, JIMIN. I DIDN'T FUCK HIM. TAEHYUNG RAPED ME!!"

It was my turn to reel back and not just from the sting that was still being felt across my cheek. I gasped and took several steps back, finally getting the complete picture of the dishevelment that is she. I knew something was wrong, knew she was not completely alright, but my own fury was quick to blind me from things that should have been obvious.

Her lip bleeds, her face is cut, her eyes swollen. Did I think these were signs of rough sex? How could I not see that she was hurting?

From the bed, a small snicker catches both of our attention and I catch (Y/N)'s maniacal expression as her neck slowly turns in the direction of the giggling girl there.

"Is something funny, bitch?," she asks her in the same tone she had first used on me. Davina only laughs louder.

"Yeah right you fucking skank! Taehyung didn't rape you. You give it up to him, willingly, whenever Jimin isn't around."

Both (Y/N) and I tilt our head at the stupid girls words, most likely for two different reasons. I, myself, wondering just how true her words rang, while (Y/N)'s expression looked more of madness and disbelief.

"Stop faking like you're hurting and go find your man," Davina continued her little rant before turning to look at me with a bitten lip. She parts her legs in my direction, slowly, seductively, before stating, "Leave Jimin to me."

Then to add insult to injury, adds, "I told you I'd help you, Jiminie."

Before I can comprehend the repulsion rising in my chest, (Y/N) has flown across the room and is hailing blows down on the girls face and body. She's got her hair gripped in her fingers, twisting her neck into a frightful angle as she screams, "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE I'M FAKING HURT TO YOU, YOU STUPID, STUPID BITCH?!"