Pieces of Me

Addiction

When people talk about addiction it shows up in many forms. For some are addicted to drugs. In constant need of a certain high that allows them to succumb to a beautifully tempting fog.

For others they can be addicted to adrenaline, constantly needing to feel at risk; wanting a sense of danger. Always willing to doing something unknown to their body.

I'm Park Jimin and for me, I'm a mixture of both. Some say I'm addicted to pain, and others say, I'm addicted to sex...

I'm not addicted to either. My addiction is much more simple that. It's not the pain or the sex. I can live without both. Neither is something I need to survive. They are merely wants.

My need and my addiction are to the the man.

It's the man.

It's it's beautifully tragic lust that that only he can evoke into me.

His touch

His taste

His smell

His dominance

He breathes life into my dead soul. I don't want him, but I need him to survive, I crave his entire being and can't let go.

Min fucking Yoongi is my addiction