Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Surprise!!!

JIMIN POV

“I have a surprise for you,” I pulled away and we both looked down into the eyes of a lifeless Taehyung. 

“Hmmm, better than this?,” her tongue skimming across my bottom lip, still wanting to kiss me. I chuckled and pushed her back by her waist. “Maybe not as good as this, but…”

I stood, holding out my hand to her, helping her get up off the cement. Blood was everywhere. On the knees of our pants, where it had pooled on the floor. Splattered on the front of our clothing where it had aspirated from his trachea, smudge marks at the neck of my shirt and the back of hers, where our bloodied hands gripped hard at each other in that kiss. The sight looked like that of a really bad horror movie but knowing it was real, and that it was Taehyung’s, made me want to wallow in it more, cover myself from head to toe in the blood of the bastard that thought he could just take what is mine.

I grasp her hand and the candle, fighting back my own desires, and walk her further into the room. Floating through old machinery and dust laden tables, we push towards the far back wall where her surprise awaits.

“Oh my god, Jimin. This place stinks,” she scrunches up her nose before covering it with her free hand. “Wherever did you find this rancid place?” 

Chuckling I turn to look down at her. “I learned from the best.” She tilts her head up at me oin confusion. “The abandoned hospital?,” I remind her.

“Yeah but it didn’t smell this bad, babe,” she holds in her defense. Again, I laugh as I let her hand go and walk up to a sheet covered figure that lay against the backdrop of darkness. Grasping in it, I look to my beloved, a wide smile showing on my giddy face. She’s going to love it. 

“Well, that’s your surprise, love.”

The sheet falls to reveal a hanging, decomposing, still stark naked, Davina. She’s strung up by her arms, the belt I had wrapped around her wrist hanging on to a steel hook by a thin stretch of leather. Her even paler skin glows against the light of the flame as I move the candle closer to her body so my girl can see. 

Her eyes bulge as she recognizes the blue-haired girl, stepping forward to get a better view. She takes the candle from me and runs it closer to her face, then, all over her body. I’m nervous as she begins to scrutinize the corpse, not fully sure if she is enjoying her surprise or not.

“You killed her?,” she never turns to look at me. Just begins to circle around the hanging girl, the flickering candle maneuvering her shadow. 

I don’t hesitate to answer, just as I didn’t hesitate to take her life. She deserved it. “Yes.” 

From behind Davina, (Y/N) leans out and looks up into my eyes. Her eyebrows furrow a bit before she comes around and stands before me. “That same day?,” she asks and I swallow hard while nodding. 

‘Did that upset her?’ I couldn’t read her expression as we both stood face to face, eyes piercing into the stare of the other, just breathing in the smell of rotting flesh. Suddenly, she trembles and exhales a shuddering breath. 

“Jiminie,” she whines out my name. “I’m so fucking wet right now.” 

Somehow her words call to something I didn’t even know was there but immediately, I’ve snatched her to me and buried my tongue between her lips. She reciprocates with a moan and with her free hand, begins pulling at the button of my pants. I take the candle from her hand and she uses both to free me from my confines. I spring forward into her warm hands and she promptly gets down onto her knees, pulling me into her slippery mouth.