Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Confessions

Y/N POV:

I feel Jimin stiffen beneath me and, knowing my man the way I do, immediately become scared. 

‘Did he not believe me? Was this betrayal the one that was just too much? Was he going to punish me or worse, leave me? Oh, god, I can't handle that right now! He can't leave me, I would die! Oh please, oh please, don't let him leave me.’ 

My head and mind are bogged down by guilt and shame but I have to look him in his eyes and plead my case, again and again, no matter how long it takes. Hesitantly, my gaze catches his but he's looking over at the bitch in his bed. Immediately, I'm well past irritated. Especially when the stupid butch starts to stir and he roughly tells me, 

"Get up!" 

I'm insulted but know, with that tone, this is not the time to argue. My stiff legs move to get off his lap and stand beside him. His arms cradle me in helping but I can tell he is more distracted by whatever he is thinking. 

As Davina's bruised head shakes ever so slightly back and forth, her coming back into the land of the consciousness, Jimin walks over to the bed like a man on a mission.  Before the skank is even fully awake, Jimin strikes quickly, his hand around her neck, squeezing. At this point, I don’t know what is going on but I’m definitely enjoying the show. 

Davina’s eyes bulge and her hands fly to his one. She’s choking, no air getting into her lungs and I find it comical that she looks over to me for help. 

‘Naw you little dumb bitch. You wanted Jimin? You’ve got his undivided attention. This...is what it feels like to have Jimin focused solely on you. It's a suffocating heat, a desperate, destructive love for he is the destroyer. You couldn’t handle that. I tried to warn you but you didn't listen. I, and I alone, was made for Jimin and he was made for me. Only we can tame the other.’  

Jimin’s stance is hunched, his body racks with tremors, his eyes are sharp, daring, enraged. 

“Tell me everything,” Jimin demands of the naked girl and I lowkey wonder what the hell is he talking about. Davina flails under his hold and I finally notice that he is waiting for her to answer.

“Baby, you’ve got to let her breath if you want answers,” I walk up behind and wrap my arms around him, my hand lying on his around her neck, encouraging him to loosen his grip. He does but doesn’t remove his hand. 

Davina quickly inhales several, maybe three deep breaths before Jimin cuts off her supply again. 

“I haven’t got all day,” he growls down to the startled girl who quickly gets the message. Able to breath again, she begins singing like a canary.

“Tae-Taehyung, he...he wanted to be with her,” She looks at me, eyes red tinged and clouded with tears. “He...he came up with this plan t-to have me seduce you. That…”, she swallows hard, her throat seemingly sore. “That was why I joined your class. I-I needed to get closer to you.”

“You bitch!” I try to get around Jimin and get my hands on her again, but my Jimine holds me back. He doesn’t even look at me, opting to nod his head at her telling her to continue. 

“What was the plan?”

Davina scooted back onto the headboard a bit, finally realizing what type of situation she was in. She knew I wanted her head on a platter, but I know for a fact, she never thought Jimin would have a side as domineering and frightening as this one. We both watch with eagle eyes as she watched us, waiting for a response, before Jimin leaned forward prepared to show her just how patient we actually weren’t.