Obsession ~ bts ff

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Looking out of the window, listening to the beautiful voice of Chung Ha, who is in the radio playing now. I love her. And she is so pretty. I adore her and yes, sometimes I wish I could be like her. But why being like someone else if I can be myself? Being individual? Isn't it even cooler?

„Where are we driving to?", I ask finally after minutes of this journey being silent. Yes, I shouldn't be sitting in the ca rod my brothers best friend. But I am really curious and excited. Jimin smiles at me shortly before focusing on the street again.

"To my favorite place", he answers. "It will be fun". Even though I don't know him for so long, there is a little feeling that I can trust him. I mean, he knows that Taehyung would chop out his head. And I know it too. And I am still sitting here with him in his car, having no clue where we are driving to.

Ten minutes later we arrive a long, somehow abandoned street. Jimin parks (hehe) his car at the side of the street, making it stop. Leaving the car, looking around. It's empty. Dead. The little shops at the side of the streets look abandoned, like no one is working there anymore. Where the hell are we?

"Come on! Follow me!", Jimin says, taking my hand and pulls me behind him as he goes down the street. Following him, feeling my cheeks getting red as he touches my wrists. I haven't been touched by a guy very often, due to Taehyung always having an eye on me, almost always not allowing me to date a guy.

Going down the empty street, everything being dead silent, no one is around us. After a ten minute hike we arrive at a huge building, looking totally ruined and abandoned. Graffiti sprayed on the walls, windows and doors broken.

It looks like a former factory, a huge building. „And this is really your favorite place?", I ask him, looking around. He smiles and nods. „Yes, I love it here. When I had problems with my parents I escaped from home and made my way to this building. We weren't living that far away from here back then. So it wasn't a big of a deal", he tells, smiling softly as he remembers back.

„So it's rather sad memories you have with this place?". Looking back at him I notice him staring at me. His soft smile fades away, the gaze in his eyes looking sad, like he remembers back. He says nothing, but he doesn't have to. I know how he feels. ,,Where your parents that bad?'', I ask him as we get even closer to that building. He shakes his head. ,,Not really. Sure, there were annoying sometimes. My dad had high expectations of me and my life. And when I didn't fullfill them, he got a bit aggressiv. I mean, I was fifteen. He wanted so much from me. I was so young. But everytime I didn't do what he wanted from me, he...''. He swallows, not ending his sentence. 

,,But I know that he just wanted the best for me'', he mumbles ten seconds later. Biting my bottom lip, looking down at the ground. I am really sorry for him. No kid should be put in such pressure in such a young age. 

,,But let's not talk about the past. We are living right now. So let's enjoy that'', he says, wiping his hand over his eyes. As we get closer to that building I see some holes around the it and even inside on the ground. Immediately looking at him in shock. ,,And you went in there as a kid? This is dangerous! You could have been hurt or something'', I say woriedly. He smiles. ,,You sound like your brother now'', he mumbles, making his way into the building by going through that runed entrance. I don't want to sound like my brother. I am not like him. I don't even want to be Taehyung. One of him is enough, we don't need a second one. Following him closly, looking around as soon as I am inside. 

There is grafiti everywhere I look. The windows and all the door are ruined, holes in the ground. The hall is empty and it looks scary, even though the sun shines in through the broken windows and holes, making it a bit magical. 

,,What has this building been before?'', I ask him as I go around explore. ,,This has been a fabric before. I don't know what they have produced here. But they went bankrupt, so this factory wasn't in use anymore. People used dynamite to bust this down so they they could use the area to build new houses. But this has been a rumor for over ten years and nothing has been done before'', he tells, his footsteps echoing in the room. 

,,Wow'', I mumble. Just a tiny second without paying attention I don't feel the ground under my one foot, making me fall down the tiny hole and to the ground next to it. ,,Fuck!'', I groan as I feel the pain rush through my body. Jimin runs towards me, taking a look at my foot as he knees down. ,,Does it hurt bad?'', he asks me as he lays down his warm hand on my ankle, making me hiss in pain. ,,Come, I'll help you up'', he mumbles, taking my hands to help me up. I don't even dare to put my foot to the ground, afraif of the pain that might come. Holding myself tight to Jimin's form, my hands on his upper arm, pressing him close to me. Afraid of falling again.

He looks down at me while I look into his eyes. His dark eyes drill into mine, shiffting me into a trance. His face just centimetres from mine, his plump lips looking even more beautiful this close. Shortly licking over my bottom lip at this sight. How bad I wish he would kiss me right now.

No, Julyn, you shouldn't wish something like this. Taehyung would be mad at me and especially Jimin if he find out. But, he doesn't need to find out, right? 

Jimin's face comes closer, my breath gets faster, like my heartbeat. I haven't felt something like this for a very long time. Well, I only have been in love once before, and this has been in fifth grade back then. A boy called Namjoon cought my attention, who was a year above me together with Taehyung. He was so cute with his dimples. Till the day he had to move from Seoul, which hurt my little heart. 

But now a whole new feeling runs in my body, especially between my legs. What is this guy doing to me?

A dog barking interupts our intimate moment and makes us flinch. ,,Fuck, we have to go now'', he whispers. 

,,Hey! Is someone there?'', a male voice yells, coming closer till we even hear footsteps outside the building. Jimin takes my hand, pulling me with him. I try my best to run as fast as possible with the pain on my foot, making me hiss. Instead of using the entry we used before, he walks through the whole hall to the other side of the factory. I have to trust him now. If someone knows this place better than anyone else, then it's Jimin. 

Giving the sign to be silent as we reach open hole in the wall, showing that it goes further down. Jumping out first, landing on the dirty ground outside the factory, looking up at me. Being afraid of heights it's hard for me to jump now. But I have no other choice. Jumping down with my eyes closed, not trying to scream out in fear.

Jimin catches me, pulling me up to carry me back to the car. Hearing yelling behind us and the footsteps, encouraging Jimin to run even faster. He immediately opening the door of the car, making me enter the passanger seat and closing the door. Jimin walks around the car, entering it himself and quickly start driving away from that building and the man that followed us. 

Breathing fast, heart beating fast as I look at Jimin. He shortly looks at me, and out of nowhere he starts giggling. 

I have no other choice than laughing with him. Even though I almost pooped my pants I haven't had so much fun in such a long time. ,,I am never doing this again!'', I say honestly after stopping to laugh. He nods. ,,I can understand that. Does your foot still hurt?'', he asks me then, focused on the street. 

,,A bit. But I think ice will help it cooling it down. So don't worry'', I answer, smiling shortly. ,,I shouldn't have brought you here'', he mumbles. Shaking my head fast, laying my hand on his knee, earning a short gaze from him. ,,Don't say that. I really had much fun. This was so interesting. I never did something like that before. For the first time I honestly felt free''.

A soft smile appears on Jimin's plump lips and one of his hands lays down on top of mine, holding it tight. And that what  said is what I truly meant. I never felt that free before.