Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Aftercare

Y/N POV

I wake up in Jimin’s empty bed in his empty room. The first thing I notice is I’m not cold or naked anymore, finding one of Jimin’s long, or at least long on me, black tees draping my upper half. How he got this on without me knowing is a conundrum. I didn’t think I was that out of it.  

The next thing that grasps my attention is the smell. Something delicious. I ponder, for only a moment, if I should even exit the room, but my stomach growls, threatening to start eating my insides if I don’t find my way to food and soon. 

Still a bit sore, I stumble down the stairs and into the kitchen, the sight of Jimin’s shirtless back making my mouth water far worse than the smell of bacon that he is frying on the stove. I stand in the far off corner and just watch as sweat trickles down his chiseled arms and contoured back, pooling into the fabric of his grey sweatpants. His muscles move just as fluidly as if he were dancing as he pushes the spatula around the pan. A shaking of his shoulders informs me he is laughing and I furrow my brow trying to figure out at what, when he suddenly turns his neck about 30 degrees and says, “I can feel your eyes on me. Are you hungry for the food or me, my love?”

I stood, actually contemplating the question before my stomach and body spoke for me, my stomach growling again loudly, while my body begged for me to take a seat after all the exertion of coming down the stairs. Jimin heard and, with a laugh, cut off the stove, placing the bacon on a plate with eggs he had off to the side. 

“Come here, baby,” he sat in a chair and gestured towards me. I happily obliged, sitting right in his lap and getting comfortable. I sat tucked into his arms where he fed me forkful by forkful of his delicious meal, his eye smile appearing with every moan that left my lips. I couldn’t help it. I was content, I was happy, I felt secure and loved. 

After what happened with Taehyung I needed the confirmation that he was giving me. That it wasn't my fault. That he didn't blame me. That life could go on after something so devastating. My Jiminie still loved me and I loved my Jiminie. 

I happily chewed and swung my feet like a five year old girl earning a hard laugh from Jimin. When he came up from throwing his head back, he placed a gentle hand to the back of my neck and brought my face forward, now only a mere inch from his. His irises bore into mine, loving, compassionate, maybe even a little territorial, but most of all, he was searching for permission. He wanted to kiss me and the simple gesture of waiting for my approval tore a hole right through any resolve I may have had giving myself to him. 

I closed the gap between us so quickly, he hesitated to reciprocate but not for too long. My lips burned from the cuts still partially opened, but nothing could tear me away from having Jimin’s lips on mine, his naked torso pressed hard against me with his strong reassuring arms gripping around my waist. 

I moaned into his touch, needing to be with him. Needing to replace the memory of Taehyung, of being forced against my will. But after a few short moments of intense petting, it was he who pulled away. 

"Baby, you're not ready," he told me and I knew he was right but the tears of rejection came anyway. I hated being this person now labeled a victim. Someone weak and fragile, someone who had no control over what happened to them, someone not even strong enough to fight back.

I wanted to believe, knew, that Jimin was giving me time and space but the doubts pulled me down further into an abyss I wasn't sure I could get out of without him. 

"Baby," I found he was wiping away my silent tears. "I want you. Don't think for a second that that is the case. Taehyung could never stop my need for you." He paused pushing a few strands behind my ear.