Come Home to Me...Darling | PJM

Awaken Part | 2

"You're so cute" Jimin laughs, holding your face in his palms as your puffy red face pouts and your tiny hands push away at his shoulder

"I-I'm telling you, I don't know" You huff, prying at his strong hands.

"Well then, I'll tell you the answer, but only if you ask nicely" He breathes into your face and you freeze from his proximity. He was always like this. So flirtatious, it made your knees buckle, so touchy, it made flames burn inside you for hours. You tell yourself he was only joking, to not mistaken his friendly nature as something distinct just for you. It made your heart throb, watching him giggle with other girls this way, whispering in their ear's words meant only for them. It was how you knew you'd never mean anything to him, not like he meant to you.

You weren't dating, although a few people who didn't know you existed a few months ago came up to you and asked often. It hurt you in a way, the confusion in their faces as they studied you for a second. As if you knew why Jimin was so attached to you; why he came looking for you after each one of his classes, why he ran up to you every time he saw you in the hallway, or why he was so insistent on making time for you two to hang out despite his legions of pals to keep him company instead. The presentation with him was long from over, you had gotten an A, as usual. Yet he still continued to connect with you, leaving you muddled. You both became friendly rather quickly, and you fell in love even faster. It wasn't like Jimin had any competition.

It also hurt to answer them with your memorized reply,

"We aren't together. He is just...a friend"

You wished you could keep Jimin all to yourself, but you recognized that was such a selfish and irresponsible way of thinking.

It was quite despicable how smitten you were for him, swooning at the smallest wave of his hand. You wonder if he noticed, but actually, you're certain he did. The way he'd smile at you every time you gave him the exact reaction he wanted. You wouldn't know it, but he craved your responses. Having someone become so vulnerable with just a twitch of his eye was in a word – addictive. He loved having you so weak, so pliable...and he was the molder. He was a god to you, and he could never have enough of your hypnotized gaze.

"Please" You whisper in tiny tone which had him breaking out of his thoughts. Being pinned to a wall in your dorm room on a Friday night wasn't what you had planned when Jimin offered to drop you off today, but here you were. Jimin had somehow managed to sneak into your doorway, weaseling his self onto your bed and asking you tons of weird questions.

"Alright baby," You clench your eyes shut as he breathes into your ear, "If you were to be an animal – any animal – you'd be my own sweet little kitten" He purrs for an extra effect as you have to force your mouth shut before a moan slips out

"Jimin," You mumble, practically falling onto his embrace; questioning why he did this stuff to you, as he pets your head gently. Nonetheless you'd have to remember, he was like this with everyone, you weren't special to him. It made your gut clench with unspoken desire, but it was the truth. You were just a reactive pet to him, nothing more.

"There, there, my cute, sweet, tiny little kitten"

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For the past 2 weeks, you'd been avoiding Jimin as much as you could. Not that you wanted to, but what you felt you had to. Your body was screaming at you – screeching through your ears to find Jimin – find his warmth, his love. But it was futile. It was as if he was your only source of vitality; a forbidden fruit you shouldn't touch.

In return, you were a ghost with a physical body. You became demurer – more passive, almost like were waiting to completely disappear. Anything Jimin asked would be answered with a one- or two-word reply, you stopped hugging and kissing him all together, going as far as to avoid touches he'd initiate. Touches you used to crave more than air. Working was out of the question; your energy was depleted and even simple tasks like washing your hands was problematic. There were large bags under your eyes and the bones of your cheeks begun to stick out because you weren't eating. You weren't sleeping either, insomnia had taken control of your nights and you'd lay there listening to yourself berate you for driving Jimin away. Sometimes you'd take sleeping pills...sometimes you wish you could take them all.