I Heard You're Married

by TakeTaeminsAdvice

Summary:

"If you won't take me back then there's no point in us living anymore."

 

[Jimin x mc]

 

Started: 5/5/2025
Finished: 8/15/2025

Chapter 1

Tala finds herself in an unlikely place. The club. It feels unfamiliar as soon as she walks in and smells the sweat and alcohol, the heat of bodies moving around her. But as soon as she sits down and gets a drink, looking to see the blurred faces laughing and drinking all in one haze, it becomes oddly relaxing.

 

 

 

Clubs weren't her thing, but here she was. She had intentions of course. The wedding ring she owned was nowhere to be seen, her legs on full display and her chest more prominent than normal in the skin-like dress she wore, hugging each curve of her body perfectly. A shade of black that mimicked her hair, and a daring red swiped across her nails and lips, her signature style.

 

 

 

A few heads had turned when she walked in. Something about the way she presented herself gaining the attention of strangers. She's older than she looks, deep down she feels her age, but being in a lively space like this, seeing everyone carefree and lost in their worlds hazed by music, she seems all the more natural.

 

 

 

Maybe she'll find what she's looking for. A distraction, salvation, god only knows. She'd spent her whole life seeking something, and when she thought she had it, it slipped through her fingers like sand. All she'd ever known turned out to be the biggest and most obvious lie of all. But what can she say? She's a lover and she'll do anything for the one she cares for. Even if it hurts her.

 

 

 

One drink wasn't enough to get her talking to people, let alone on that dance floor. She hated making the first move, her fear of rejection too much to handle. She taps her blood-red nail against the glass she held, eyes like a hawk when they stop on something intriguing. More like someone.

 

 

 

A young guy, with raven hair that looked almost blue in the lights. Asian, milky white skin, pretty lips that looked undeniably soft. She was starstruck. Not only from the face, or that ring wedged in the middle of his bottom lip, but from his body. The way he danced, was so fluid, so natural. Moves like that made her wonder if maybe dancing was a hobby. With a huff she looks away, shaking her head.

 

 

 

Do you see her problem? Already feeling attached to a stranger. A pretty stranger at that. A very hot and energetic man who seems to shine amongst everyone cheering him on as he takes over the dance floor. Ugh. This is not good. At her age, she should know the rules, she should know not to be so stupid. Look where it's gotten her. In a place full of trouble.

 

 

 

But goddamn. Her eyes had to go back to taking in such a magnificent human. Human? Was that the right word? Because shit, he certainly didn't look like one. An angel? Yes. That's what she'd call this stranger. No halo above his head, but that godforsaken smile could tear cities down. She knows she's being dramatic, but who is she to blame?

 

 

 

When you find someone so fear-strikingly beautiful, it makes you wonder if heaven and hell are on Earth. The forbidden fruit dangling itself right in front of her, whispering her name, seducing her into taking a bite. Just one is all she'd need to satiate that thirst, that hunger that's been built up for so long.

 

 

 

Suddenly feeling parched, she swallows hard, moistening her dry mouth with a fruity mix of tequila. She beckons for another, the bartender happily pouring a new glass with a gracious smile as she thanks him and turns to the dance floor. Thank the gods she was sitting because her legs felt like limp noodles.

 

 

 

His bedazzled jean jacket made him look like a star, a peak of his body showing from the mesh white top underneath tucked into matching jeans. His silver jewelry caught the light, the rings on his fingers, swaying with the beat. His hips moved in circles, eyes closed and head thrown back without a care in the world for who was watching.

 

 

 

Tala felt like such a creep. Way too old, out of his league, and nowhere near enthralling enough to catch that man's eye. She smiled though, nodding along with the beat and watching the stranger dance. He was like a siren, calling to her, pulling her in without having to use his voice. It means nothing, but she wants him. She wants to see if he's as sweet as he looks. She means that in both taste and personality of course.

 

 

 

He turns in her direction and they meet eyes, a smile gracing his lips once he realizes she's admiring him. She panics, her heart thudding heavily, and turns towards the bar in a flash, picking up her phone to pretend she's doing something. The heat of embarrassment takes over, so she downs the drink and receives another only seconds later.

 

 

 

She's not confident enough to look back, because the way she felt when they locked eyes was enough to tell her that maybe she needs to get out of here before something starts. Yet she was compelled to stay. Almost like her ass was glued to the chair, she couldn't fucking move. It's either sit here and look stupid, or take a chance and get on that dance floor. Everyone was dancing, only a few people at the bar chatting and on the sidelines.

 

 

 

It looked like so much fun, but she's a coward. Maybe after another six drinks she'll think about standing up. Even that made her feel queasy. You'd think with the job she has, being in a room full of people wouldn't be such a bother. Now it was because of him. She was afraid to catch his attention, for him to say anything to her because she knew she'd make herself look stupid. That's all she was. A stupid woman who had stupid dreams and is now doing even more stupid shit by being in a place she probably shouldn't be.

 

 

 

But fuck it. You live one life, you fuck up, you need to move on. For once she felt the need to let loose, to be herself and whatever that entailed. No rules, no boundaries, just doing what she feels in the moment, whatever desires spark in her. Finally, she puts her phone back in her purse, turning to get up and before she can, she stops. He's right next to her now, sitting in the chair, a wave of his powdery cologne making her eyes flutter. Then his voice.

 

 

 

"Hey, can I get a shot of tequila please?" He leans in to ask the bartender since it's loud.

 

 

 

As he receives the shot, she watches his head dip back, the rim of the glass on his lips, sweat beading down his neck that gulps the liquor expertly. He clears his throat, a cute scrunch on his face, and then gives a nod to ask for another.

 

 

 

At that moment, he turned to see who the person next to him was. They smelled good, like citrus and musk. Blood orange, lavender, and hints of sandalwood maybe? Whatever it was, it made him look in their direction. He wasn't startled to see it was the woman admiring him just minutes ago, but seeing her up close, the slight flash of surprise in her eyes when he acknowledged her presence, forced a reaction in him that was both unexpected and intriguing.

 

 

 

"Hey, stranger. Are you gonna dance sometime tonight?" He moves close to ask, finding her strikingly gorgeous, unlike anyone he's ever seen.

 

 

 

She chuckles, coming to her senses and finding her voice. "Maybe after a few more drinks. I'll consider it."

 

 

 

He laughs, his eyes turning into crescent moons and her stomach clenches as he takes his other shot. "You can have fun without a drink, right?"

 

 

 

She shrugged, his attention making her melt. "Not too confident in my dancing skills I guess. That's what the alcohol is for."

 

 

 

He hums, taking her appearance in fully and not bothering to hide he was checking her out. She looked as good as she smelled, and she noticed his lips curve up with mischief before he covered his mouth and looked down like he was smitten. I wonder how she tastes.

 

 

 

"Something to say?" She was bold enough to ask, laughing a little when she swore she saw a flush to his cheeks.

 

 

 

Probably because he's hot from dancing. That was a good reason. She couldn't even believe she was talking to him, his voice angelic much like she assumed. Not angelic with innocence, but sweet, kind, even sultry she'd go as far to say.

 

 

 

"I don't want to sound creepy or anything-", he started, leaning into her space so she could hear him, "-but you smell good."

 

 

 

She couldn't help but laugh and he did too, her chest fluttering from the compliment. "I was going to say the same."

 

 

 

"Hell, I better. This cologne was fucking expensive." He complains with a sassy tone, flipping his hair with his hand and she giggled.

 

 

 

"You're cute."

 

 

 

He grinned. "Cute enough to dance with?"

 

 

 

She heavily sighed, with a smile of course, considering whether or not she should entertain this. Then she goes back to what she was thinking earlier. You only live once, and she deserves to have some fun. Plus, she couldn't find the heart to turn him down. Not when he looked as precious as he did.

 

 

 

"I don't know..." She says, her tone somewhat intrigued but urging him to make her come regardless.

 

 

 

"Please?" He bats his lashes dramatically and she rolls her eyes, her face flushed.

 

 

 

"I suck at dancing."

 

 

 

"I'll teach you", he hops down from the chair and extends his hand for her to take, a convincing look on his face, "We'll have fun, stranger. I promise."

 

 

 

She nods, finishing her drink and taking his warm hand in hers. He was so soft, lulling her into the abyss. People made room for them, the heat pushing the two closer. His eyes were reassuring as he held her hand and they moved together. She caught on quickly, keeping some space between their bodies so she wouldn't seem too upfront.

 

 

 

"Do you have a name, stranger?" He asked in her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

 

 

 

"Tala." She answered, and he stayed close, his hands now moving to hold her waist which made her heart swell.

 

 

 

"Tala." He repeated, like he was trying to see how the name rolled off his tongue, and he liked it.

 

 

 

"Well Tala, I'm Jimin. And I have to say, I'm not much for liars."

 

 

 

Her brows scrunch together and he leans back to see her reaction. "What do you mean?"

 

 

 

He chuckled and looked down at her body as she moved, and he pulled her in closer. "What you said earlier was bullshit. You know how to dance, you're just shy."

 

 

 

Relief washed over her and she grinned sheepishly. "I didn't think I had it in me."

 

 

 

He mirrored her expression, his eyes darker now which she noticed. She turned around and moved his hands to her hips, her body moving against his and with the beat that he knew by heart.

 

 

 

"Liar. I think you did know. Just like you know what you're doing right now." He responded breathlessly, her scent hugging his nose as he pressed himself against her back and she could feel exactly what she did.

 

 

 

Her blood rushed with heat, not just from the sensual music, but from the realization that she got what she wanted. More than she was expecting and he felt so good she couldn't stop herself from going further.

 

 

 

"What can I say? I have a good dance partner. I'm sure you can teach me a few things, right?" She teased, her blood-red lips stretched into a smirk.

 

 

 

"I could. Are you good at listening, Tala?" He asked, trying his best not to lose his senses or his mind.

 

 

 

"Sometimes." She responded, his grip on her hips a bit tighter and she almost moaned when his lips grazed her ear, the cold from his lip ring and the warmth of his skin sending her mind into a daze.

 

 

 

"If I ask to get to know you on a more personal level, would you say yes? I want to be clear with my intentions, Tala."

 

 

 

Her mouth felt dry again, she had to swallow and lean her head back against his shoulder, arm wrapping around his neck. "I'll say yes to that."

 

 

 

He spun her around and they danced chest to chest, his lips by her ear, "You wanna leave the dance floor so soon?", he asked mockingly, and she scoffed.

 

 

 

"You're the one who offered." She argued lightheartedly, and they stood for a moment, his eyes searching hers to make sure she was good with this.

 

 

 

"I just want to be sure you know what you're getting into. What if I'm crazy?" He says, raising his eyebrows in a daunting manner that had her laughing.

 

 

 

"I'll take my chances, Jimin."

 

 

 

Oh, the way his name sounded coming from her mouth was way too good. She grabbed her purse and he took her hand to lead her upstairs, briefly talking to one of the guards who stood at the top and handed Jimin a card, moving out of their way. He must be a regular, she thinks.

 

 

 

There was an open upstairs floor where you could see the club below, about thirty rooms from how big the place was. Jimin used his card to access one of them, a hand now on her back as he guided her inside and closed the door behind them, locking it. He tosses it on the table, his eyes on her as he shrugs off his jacket and flings it on the leather couch.

 

 

 

"How old are you?" Tala asks, taking off her heels and moving to lay on the bed next to where he was.

 

 

 

"22. You?" He moves over, giving her some room and his breathing starts to shorten when her nails trace his chest, a dark shade of red that reminded him of blood.

 

 

 

"Old is how I'll put it. Maybe too old to be in this room with you." She sighed, and he gently grabbed her wrist, pulling her on top of him.

 

 

 

His hands traced down her body, her dress pushed up her thighs as he then danced his fingertips across her tan skin, the warm shade of the lamp making her glow like the sun, golden and bright. His heart felt warm, her eyes lustful but pure. She was such a sweet soul, he could feel it, the pull towards her.

 

 

 

They're just strangers in a club, but it feels like it could be more. Maybe it's destined to be. The voices are quiet now. He hasn't heard them since he's been around her and he starts to wonder if they've vanished. Never mind that. It's not important. What's important is the woman sitting on top of him, his jeans tight and a throbbing mess underneath that worsened as she moved against it. This was so wrong but it felt so right.

 

 

 

"Old isn't bad. If it makes you feel better, I assumed you were my age. You have young energy if that makes sense."

 

 

 

Her cheeks light aflame from his tenderness and the stinging sensation of his rings against her heated skin, his fingers like sin caressing between her thighs. Feeling careless in his company, she let go of all else and indulged in the forbidden fruit she dared herself to bite into.

 

 

 

"Thanks, Jimin. That's really sweet." She exhales heavily, not with sadness, but in pure bliss.

 

 

 

She's drowning in him, his hands moving to touch what's aching, his scent clouding her mind. Her eyes close and she focuses on how it feels to be touched after so long of being deprived. She's desperate, her breathing heavier as one of his hands traces up between her breasts to hold her throat, the other busy working her nerves.

 

 

 

His thumb brushes against her panties, a heavy gasp leaving her lips while he takes in the sight of her, his body reacting to every noise, every whimper she didn't hold back. The golden star necklace caught his eye when he first saw her, the gold rings and earrings she had on making her look ethereal. She was so pretty, he wondered how a woman like her could look so sad. He knew it in the way she spoke, so sensitive, so fragile. She had his heart racing and all it took was just one night.

 

 

 

"Come here, love. Lay on your back." He took her in his arms and switched their positions, the sheets now pulled down and on top of them.

 

 

 

She lifted her hips so he could take off the dress, and while he tossed that on the couch with his jacket, she put her necklace on the nightstand, not wanting to lose it in the tangled bedsheets.

He took his time kissing her, a new fire blazing in her chest when she felt his soft lips and that piercing against her mouth.

 

 

 

His tongue slid inside, gentle and deep. The way he held her throat, his other hand only teasing through the thin material covering her, he was careful and knew what he was doing. She felt an odd sense of comfortability with him, trusting him to do as he pleased.

 

 

 

"I've got you." He reassured, moving her bangs to press a kiss to her forehead.

 

 

 

She was quiet in her words, not wanting to say much now that she could get the chance to taste him. It was hard pulling away from the kiss, but even more rewarding when she saw him take that sheer top off, his abs making her mouth fall open in awe. He looked perfect, his body slim but built, his skin pale like the moonlight.

 

 

 

"You can touch me. Don't be scared." He grinned, taking her reluctant hands and putting them on his neck, before sliding down his chest and to the rock-hard muscles lining his stomach.

 

 

 

He chuckles when he sees how eager she is, her hands falling on his belt which she undid slowly. There was no rush, both of them took their time to enjoy this. It was thrilling, it was new, it was much different from what they'd known. They wanted to savor it.

 

 

 

He pulled her back in a kiss, rough, but still at a steady pace as he shoved down his jeans and kicked them off. Her fingers danced across his abs, feeling them flex underneath her touch. He couldn't take much more of it. He needed her, all of her, right now or he'd lose his mind.

 

 

 

"You ready?" He asked, making sure she was comfortable and once he received a nod, he unclipped her bra, slid off her panties, and hooked her legs around his hips.

 

 

 

"Jimin." She gasps his name, not feeling him fully yet, but enough through his boxers that made her clench.

 

 

 

"There we go. Nice and wet for me aren't you?" He hums, vocal in his pleasure and showing her just how much she affected him.

 

 

His heart raced like crazy, and he knew she was going to make him break. There's no saving him now. He's had a taste and he can't get enough. Once his boxers were off, he made sure to grab a condom from the nightstand drawer, ripping it open to put it on. It was endearing how she watched him, her sparkling eyes begging for more.

 

 

 

"Tala?"

 

 

 

"Yeah?" She looked up at him, breathless and needy.

 

 

 

"We're doing this my way. Slow. Yes?"

 

 

 

"Yes." She gulps, eyes almost rolling back as he grinds against her, not slipping inside just yet.

 

 

 

Regardless of the barrier between them, she could feel everything. Not just his impressive size, but how hard he was, all for her. She didn't know a man could be so perfect, even his cock was attractive. Don't ask how or why, it simply was. He was clean-shaven, a bit of a surprise considering men didn't usually care too much about that. Knowing what she was seeking out when she came to this place, it wasn't a shock to find her hairless. Not like he cared, but damn, he couldn't stop looking at her pussy.

 

 

 

She was dripping wet, a goddamn mess and it made him lick his lips. He just wanted to feel how good the outside was, rubbing her clit with the head of his cock, and every time he pushed his hips against hers, and she let out a broken moan.

 

 

 

Her nails dug ferociously into his skin, her chest heaving with every movement. She tried covering herself since she was flustered by his gaze, but he instead pinned her hand down on the pillow she laid on and intertwined their fingers.

 

 

 

"No", he exhaled in protest, "Don't cover yourself. You're fucking perfect. Absolutely gorgeous", he pecked her lips, a whine leaving her as he did so, and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking feverishly.

 

 

 

It garnered the reaction he wanted, her soft moans turning into a noise bordering a scream. Maybe it was his passion, or maybe it was that goddamn lip ring that had her so fucked up, but as soon as he guided his cock down and slid inside, she broke. A few tears streamed down her face, her eyes rolled back as he pushed himself inside, his pelvis against hers.

 

 

 

"Oh my god." She gasped, her lungs collapsing as he took everything she had, his mouth against her ear, whispering soft praises as he slowly made her come undone.

 

 

 

"Sensitive are we?" He moaned into her ear, her fingers now laced in his hair, keeping him exactly where he was and needed to be.

 

 

 

He spread her legs wide, nice and open for him so he could be as close to her as possible, his body moving in fluid motions, making sure to leave her stuttering and scratching at his back.

 

 

 

"You know how pretty you are? Hm? Tell me love, does it feel good?"

 

 

 

"Yes it feels so good." She whimpered, finding it hard to focus when he was ruining her insides, rough and relentless.

 

 

 

"You feel so fucking good. I can't get enough of you, Tala." He groans, burying his face in her neck, one hand fisting the sheets and the other playing with her nipples.

 

 

 

"Jimin please." She wraps her legs around his waist, trembling and digging her nails into his skin.

 

 

 

The pain had him borderline going insane, the heat in his stomach unbridled, unmatched by anything he'd felt before. His heart soared seeing her tear-stricken face. His speed picked up when he looked down to see how she sucked him in, her pussy dripping onto the sheets below them.

 

 

 

"Please what? Close already?" He asks, voice heavy with lust but sweetened with tenderness.

 

 

 

All she could do was nod, and he chuckled at what a mess she turned into. Her bangs stuck to her forehead much like his did from sweat, the smell of sex in the air fueling a darker part of him to make her scream.

 

 

 

His hand moved from her breast, his knuckles brushing teasingly against her stomach until it splayed across her pelvis, and his thumb went to play with her clit. She held onto him for dear life, on the verge of falling over the edge.

 

 

 

"Jimin, please. Please." She begged, and he mercifully allowed her release, tapping her throbbing heat.

 

 

 

"Go on, love. Cum for me." He pushed her bangs back again, planting a heavy kiss there, not minding the sweat lingering on his lips.

 

 

 

All he cared about was the sickening pleasure that overtook his body. She released on his command, making an absolute mess and his body tensed, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum into the condom, buried in her heat that squeezed and pulsed from her orgasm. He wasn't expecting to finish just like that, let alone only seconds after her.

 

 

 

"Jesus fuck." He heaved, his head dropping into the crook of her shoulder, his body lying intertwined with hers so they could catch their breaths.

 

 

 

"That was so hot." He moaned in disbelief, inhaling deeply to see she was trembling and glowing even more so now, a satisfied look on her face that made his mind spin.

 

 

 

"All good?" He asks, his thumb now in his mouth as he sucks off her release.

 

 

 

She laughs and looks away, extremely flustered. "Stop!"

 

 

 

"What? I wanted a taste." He grinned at her reaction, finding it adorable.

 

 

 

"I'm sure you did." She winces as he pulls out and ties the condom, putting it in the trash bin underneath the nightstand.

 

 

 

He lays beside her, his head resting on his fist while he caresses the side of her tired face, their bodies covered with the sheets.

 

 

 

"Stay."

 

 

 

She glances over at him, not having to consider anything because of the way he's looking at her right now like she's some masterpiece. Sex with this stranger made her feel like she meant something, that she was wanted, and she wasn't eager to go home tonight.

 

 

 

"Ok." She nods, and he presses a kiss on her lips before putting on his boxers and carrying her in his arms.

 

 

 

"Let's get you cleaned up."

 

 

 

While she showered, she didn't notice him standing in front of the mirror. He was clean, a towel around his waist, but his face was indifferent. She got out and dried off, not paying too much attention but kissing him on the shoulder before stepping out to get back in bed. Tala couldn't see what he saw. That was his reflection staring back at him with a smile.

 

 

 

"Don't let her go"

Chapter 2

 

There wasn't any sun peaking through to wake her up considering the window was covered by blackout curtains. The sight she saw when she first opened her eyes was nice though. Nail marks, scratches, and tattoos. Five phases of the moon on his back, the first and last two crescents connected by a completely shaded moon. It starts at the nape of his neck and ends at the center of his spine.

 

 

 

Before she could realize what she was doing and stop herself, she reached out, tracing the patterns with her fingertip, barely brushing his skin so he wouldn't wake and this dream of theirs didn't have to end. She wanted to stay here in this bed naked with him. Her heart started to ache when she realized that wouldn't be happening. Jimin was a beautiful stranger. Nothing more.

 

 

 

The male stirs awake, her hand flinching back as if his skin turned to fire. His body shifts and he turns towards her, sleepily blinking his eyes open with a gentle smile to see she is still there with him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, which she happily obliged.

 

 

 

"Morning, love. Sleep well?" His raspy voice makes her giddy inside.

 

 

 

"Yeah. You?" She gave him a few kisses on his neck, savoring as much of him as she could.

 

 

 

"Mhm." He kisses her shoulder, rubbing her back.

 

 

 

"Did you get a ride here?" He asked, trailing his lips down her arm.

 

 

 

"Yeah, I got a Lyft. I knew I'd be drinking so I figured it wasn't smart to drive." She answered, hoping that maybe there was some way they could spend more time together.

 

 

 

"I'm here a lot. The club I mean. I usually just get a room and pass out", he chuckles, now moving to kiss her forehead, "I could take you home if you'd like?"

 

 

 

Smart move, Jimin

 

Didn't think we'd go away forever did you?

 

She's probably hungry. You need to take care of her

 

 

 

"You don't mind? I don't want to be a bother." She asked, careful with every move she made.

 

 

 

"You're not a bother, love", he pecked her nose, "Maybe we could get some breakfast first. I'm sure you're hungry, yeah?"

 

 

 

"Yeah but-"

 

 

 

He presses his finger against her lips, making her eyes widen. "Hush. You're hungry and I am too, so we're gonna go get some food. Then I'll drop you off at home. Yes?"

 

 

 

Her heart thudded frantically in her chest, his voice smooth and irresistible. His pretty face, his plush lips on her skin, how could she say no? Especially after last night. Shit, she can feel the ache in her legs. Her cheeks heat up and she giggles when he rubs his nose against hers.

 

 

 

"Yes." She agrees, and he hops out of bed, pulling on his clothes that were scattered around she can't help but chuckle at that, making him turn around as he fixes his hair in the mirror.

 

 

 

"What?" He blinks innocently, and she admires his cuteness, his duality a wonder to her.

 

 

 

"We don't exactly look like we'd be going out to breakfast." She gestures to their messy appearances.

 

 

 

He shrugs, tossing her dress onto the bed. "Who cares? You and I have nothing to be ashamed of."

 

 

 

She hums thoughtfully, considering his words as she sits up and puts on her clothes. "Yeah I guess you're right. Appearances aren't everything."

 

 

 

He grins mischievously as she's now dressed and fixing her hair, mirroring his actions from before, only he's now holding her from behind. His hand snakes around to her stomach, and she feels the butterflies fluttering around in there.

 

 

 

"Speaking of, you look gorgeous." He kisses the nape of her neck, tickling her and she can't stop herself from smiling.

 

 

 

"I look awful. Look at my hair." She points to her wavy hair, and he pats it down and kisses the crown of her head.

 

 

 

"Perfect. Just flip it around some and put it up. Do you have a hair tie?"

 

 

 

"Um-", she turns around to grab her purse from the couch and finds a claw clip inside, mentally praising herself for bringing one, "-I got this. Even better."

 

 

 

He steps back, admiring her as she flips her hair a few times like he suggested, twirling it around her finger and clipping it up with the hair accessory, fixing her bangs before deeming herself ready to go.

 

 

 

She turns to him for his approval. "Do I look halfway decent now?"

 

 

 

His glossed lips spread into an appreciative grin, truly smitten by her beauty. "Gorgeous. Makes me want to ruin you all over again."

 

 

 

She gasped at his insinuation, her cheeks matching her stained lips. "Nasty. We can't stay in bed all day."

 

 

 

His lips pulled in a pout and she put her heels on. "If only."

 

 

 

She grabs her purse, and he remembers to grab her necklace from the nightstand, stuffing it in his pocket before following her out of the room. He stops briefly to give the guard his room card, and he holds her hand as they descend the stairs, impressing her with his manners.

 

 

 

"My my, look at you. Someone raised you well." She teases, and he bows dramatically as they get to the lower floor.

 

 

 

"At your service, miss."

 

 

 

He playfully slaps her ass when she walks past him, flustering her when she stood by the entrance and waited for him to close his tab with the bartender. It was pretty much dead in there, a few people stumbling out of rooms and trying not to puke everywhere.

 

 

 

She once again was grateful that she didn't drink too heavily, and it seemed that Jimin didn't either. Both of them were under the influence, but not enough to be unaware of certain happenings. Last night was unforgettable, and she's pretty sure that even if she got wasted, she wouldn't have missed a single part of it.

 

 

 

Her thoughts are cut short when he's suddenly grabbing her hand and they're out the door. The sunlight makes them both wince, and she follows him around the corner to the parking lot behind the club. He took out his keys, unlocking the vehicle.

 

 

 

A black Lexus hybrid SUV which made her wonder if he came from money or was irresponsible with it like most people were. He opened the door for her and she pecked his cheek, thanking him for the simple yet kind gesture. Jimin climbs in the driver's side and turns on the AC from the heat smoldering outside.

 

 

 

"Alright, you go ahead and put some music on. The closest food place is the diner down the street. Sound good?"

 

 

 

"Yeah."

 

 

 

"I'm starving." He groans, pulling out of the parking lot, and here she goes again, thirsting over him for simply driving with one hand.

 

 

 

There must've been some science behind a man driving with only one hand because it was very attractive. At the same time though, he was hot for no reason. Him just existing was enough to get her on her knees. She's never felt this drawn to anybody before. Even after what went down between them, this felt so natural, like they were friends. As per his request, she put on the radio and found a good station that they both liked.

 

 

 

She was singing along with him, finding his voice almost unreal, and the slight accent he had endearing. The bright light of daytime seemed to make him even more stunning, his outfit sparkling from the sun's rays and her heart wouldn't stop pounding.

 

 

 

"We're here." He sings, tapping the steering wheel with enthusiasm.

 

 

 

Once they're out of the car, he takes her hand and they walk in, a bell signaling their entrance. She felt special, just the gesture of his hand holding hers meant something even when deep down she knew it wouldn't last. Nothing good ever does.

 

 

 

"Hm, I think I might get waffles. What about you?"

 

 

 

Almost like she's on autopilot, she realizes that they're sitting in a booth and holding menus, his eyes expectant for her response.

 

 

 

She clears her throat. "I think waffles sound good too. Do they have chicken and waffles?"

 

 

 

She finally picked up the menu, and he reached over and pointed to where it was. "Right there."

 

 

 

"Oh, nice." She mumbled.

 

 

 

The waitress comes around with their drinks, an iced water for her and a strawberry milkshake for him. Jimin noticed Tala wasn't all the way there, staring off into the distance with a certain look on her face that told him maybe he should order for her. She hadn't even realized he did, she was in her head about something and once the waitress walked away to put their orders in, he reached out to grab her hand, her eyes moving to his.

 

 

 

"Hey, everything ok?" He smiled warmly, his fingers caressing the back of her hand.

 

 

 

"Yeah, sorry. Just tired I guess." She takes a few sips of water, feeling refreshed and trying her best to act like she's not depressed to go back home and deal with her shitty life.

 

 

 

"Look Tala, I know you just met me, but if you need somebody I can be your friend." Jimin suggests, pulling his hand away and drinking his milkshake.

 

 

 

His cute lips sucking the straw caught her attention. Flowers were blooming in her chest, spreading to her lungs which made her feel suffocated. Just one more night was all she wanted. Was that too much to ask? The level of attention he gave her from just being a stranger made her think of other things. Friends could be a good start. It was something.

 

 

 

"Friends?" She questioned, watching his expression, his mouth curving into a smile that she became familiar with.

 

 

 

"Yeah. Friends. Only if you want of course." He said, watching the contemplation on her face as she looked down at the table and nodded.

 

 

 

"Friends sound good to me."

 

 

 

He figured he'd change the subject, hoping to see her smile more instead of the melancholy he felt. "Any plans for the day?"

 

 

 

Tala shrugged. "Not sure. It's Saturday so I'll probably just relax and watch some TV. I don't have much to do until the week starts and I go back to work. What about you?"

 

 

 

Jimin hums thoughtfully, his eyebrows scrunched together while he stirred his milkshake. "Definitely taking another shower. I'll go to the grocery store since I always do that on Saturday. Work out, dance practice, and relax once I'm tired."

 

 

 

He seemed thrilled to talk about such a simple day, and she took notice of the way his eyes sparkled when he mentioned dancing. It wasn't a big surprise that must be a passion of his. Especially from the moves she saw last night. He had a natural talent for it. His passion evoked something in her and made her ask about it because she loved hearing his voice, his laugh, and seeing his little eyes turn into crescent moons, like the ones on his back.

 

 

 

"Dance practice?" She inquired, eager to hear more which he eagerly obliged, a small blush rising on his milky skin as he fiddled with the rings on his fingers.

 

 

 

"Yeah, I'm a dancer. Been dancing since I was young too. I'm working on a Fine Arts degree." He explained, and she beamed, her heart thudding heavily in her chest.

 

 

 

"That's amazing. You are a really good dancer Jimin." She compliments, and he grins, bowing his head.

 

 

 

"Thank you, that means a lot to me. I'm a perfectionist when it comes to certain things. I tend to freak out if I mess up." He chuckles, scratching his neck shyly.

 

 

 

"Everyone messes up, Jimin. If anything it makes you better because you recognize your mistakes and have the courage to push yourself to be better."

 

 

 

"Are you a psychiatrist or something?", he asks, finding her advice helpful even when he was always stubborn in only believing himself and his ways, "Because you seem very well put together."

 

 

 

That made her laugh as she shook her head. "Hell no. I've just lived an interesting life so far, plenty of lessons I learned and I'm still learning. In no way am I put together. I don't like to complain but I wouldn't say my life is the greatest as of right now. But I try. I work with what I have."

 

 

 

He rested his cheek on his hand, analyzing her face and how sweet she looked in the sun. "You're very positive. I wish I could be like that. You seem good with people."

 

 

 

Her lips curved into an amused grin. "Oh yeah? How so?"

 

 

 

"You're good with me." He winks and she rolls her eyes, feeling flustered by the way he focused on her, like nothing else mattered.

 

 

 

"We're friends, aren't we? Friends try and help each other."

 

 

 

"And you said you're older so obviously I should listen to you since you're so wise." He replied in a teasing tone, albeit he was truthful in what he said.

 

 

 

"You don't seem like the type to listen though. I can tell you're a bit rebellious." She observed, taking in his appearance, and his face twitched with curiosity.

 

 

 

"Rebellious? What makes you think that?"

 

 

 

"You're confident in yourself, you know who you are, and you're not shy in showing that. Some things I noticed about you, like your makeup, your clothes, and the way you danced without a care in the world if others judged you or not. You make a statement with everything because you're unapologetically you. It's admirable."

 

 

 

His lips parted, seemingly shocked to hear this. Not because it wasn't true, but because for the first time someone saw him, truly saw who he was, and understood him. It shook him a bit, a stiff silence between them as he just stared at her, clearly taken aback and she cursed herself in her head for being so blunt.

 

 

 

"Sorry if I freaked you out. I didn't mean to come off so strong. I just meant that-"

 

 

 

He waves dismissively, his face melting at her frantic apologies. "No, no. You didn't freak me out I just...", he took a breath, "I didn't expect you to say all that because it's true. I've always been a rebellious person I guess. It feels nice to be seen is all. You have nothing to apologize for. I appreciate you saying that. Makes me feel less alone."

 

 

 

She melted as he took her hands in his and kissed her knuckles, his smile brighter than the sun. "You're very sweet. Too sweet."

 

 

 

"I wouldn't say that." She laughs nervously, his eyes intense and she shifts in her seat, feeling hot on the inside.

 

 

 

"You are. I'm glad to have you as my new friend. I'm sure you have plenty of wise advice that I should listen to." He laughs, lightening the mood.

 

 

 

"Nah, I'm not one of those people. You live your life the way you want. You shouldn't always listen to others. Even though it's redundant I say that because it sounds like advice." She laughs again and he boops her nose, catching her by surprise.

 

 

 

"I like listening to you. You're very intellectual." He says with pure honesty, a grin on his face when she gives him a look.

 

 

 

"Are you trying to butter me up or something?" She asks, her expression playfully speculating.

 

 

 

"No need. I've already impressed you haven't I? Anything I say is coming from the heart." He signals to the organ by patting his chest, and she can't stop herself from laughing when she's with him, constant giggles.

 

 

 

"I believe you, Jimin."

 

 

 

Their little moment is interrupted when the waitress brings their orders, the both of them are now silent as they enjoy their meals. When the check comes, she then realizes she forgot her purse in the car and before he can slide his card in the bill folder, she holds his hand to stop it.

 

 

 

"Can you unlock your car? I forgot my purse in there."

 

 

 

He shook his head and shooed away her hand as he handed the waitress the bill. "No, I got it."

 

 

 

"Are you sure? I have money it's just-"

 

 

 

He hushes her, putting a finger to his mouth as he waves dismissively. "I don't care if you have money. You won't be using it with me. I got you."

 

 

 

"Jimin." She raises an eyebrow and he rolls his eyes, leaning over the table to peck her lips.

 

 

 

"It's no big deal. You're satisfied and that's what matters to me. Now let's go. I'm sure you're eager to get home."

 

 

 

Oh, how she wishes he knew how wrong he was in saying that. As soon as he signs the check, he grabs her hand and holds the door open for her so she can exit first. Just as he did before, he opened the passenger side door for her to get in, making his way around to the driver's seat.

 

 

 

"Thank you, Jimin. For everything." She said, a dull ache growing in her chest now that he was pulling out of the diner's parking lot and onto the main road.

 

 

 

"You're welcome, Tala." He takes her hand, kissing her knuckles and the action causes a flutter in her chest which only grows into pain.

 

 

 

She had already put her address in the GPS on his phone, it was about twenty minutes until they got to her place. She stared out the window the entire time, holding his hand, playing with his rings, and hoping she'd remember the way he smelled. Seeing familiar streets, her stomach starts to twist when he pulls into a parking lot across from her apartment complex.

 

 

 

"I can walk you to your door if you want. I know it's broad daylight but I want to make sure you're safe inside." He suggests, the offer making her smile weakly as she fights back tears.

 

 

 

She's dreading going inside. What she wants to do is stay in this car for a good long while, maybe take off his belt and pull him to the backseat. But she highly doubted this was the right time or place, not to mention he said he had stuff to do today, and she didn't want to hold him up. This was already more painful than she anticipated, but she had no regrets and enjoyed the dream while it lasted. She can say that at least.

 

 

 

"I appreciate that but I'll be ok. I had a lot of fun with you, Jimin. Again, thank you for everything. I'll see you around."

 

 

 

She didn't want to hear what he had to say, already attempting to leave until she heard the vehicle clicking, the locks on the doors secured.

 

 

 

"Leaving just like that, huh? You're breaking my heart, love." He laughs, but it's anything but sweet or kind.

 

 

 

With a heavy sigh and shame written all over her face, she turns away from the door and to him. "Sorry, I just know you have things to do and I'd hate to-"

 

 

 

He shuts her up with a kiss, leaning over the center console to hold the side of her neck and slide his tongue in for a measly taste before pulling away to see her panting, her eyes seeking more even when she knows she has to go.

 

 

 

"I'll see you around. You know where to find me."

 

 

 

With that, he pushed her bangs up with his hand and pecked her forehead, fixing them so they covered her face. He watched as she got out of the car, walked across the street to her place, and forgot all about the piece of gold in his pocket. He takes it out with a prideful grin, the star charm shining from the sunlight that hit it just right.

 

 

 

"I know you'll be back, Tala. It's just a matter of time."

 

 

 

He leaves the parking lot, his heart racing, and he breaks out into a cold sweat. The voices, they're louder than ever before now that she's gone. They won't stop talking, teasing, arguing as he smacks the side of his head harshly, mumbling for them to shut up. They don't listen to him, and only he's to blame for that. He had no idea just how fucked he was.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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You know that song that says heaven is a place on Earth? Well so is hell. Her hands tremble as soon as she punches the passcode into her room and puts her hand on the doorknob to open it. There he was, the smell of his minty cologne strangling her as soon as she walked in and kicked off her heels, her purse over her shoulder.

 

 

 

"Where have you been?" He asked, leaning back against the kitchen counter with a glass of liquor in his hand, most likely whiskey since that was always his favorite.

 

 

 

"Out." She simply responds, her voice not sharp like his, but much softer, weaker.

 

 

 

She put her purse down on the counter and grabbed a glass from the cabinet, his eyes like a predator, ready to pounce at any given moment. He watches the water fill her glass, taking a drink from his own, the liquor burning his throat and his stomach.

 

 

 

"I'm not stupid, Tala. I know you were out. I asked where." He pressed, his voice cruel and cold.

 

 

 

"I was at a club. They had rooms there so I got one. I didn't want to come home drunk and have another fight with you." She explained, her voice shaky as she stayed in the kitchen with him, hoping he'd take a hint and leave this alone.

 

 

 

He scoffed at her, glancing down at her hand, more particularly her bare ring finger. "Lose your ring?"

 

 

 

"It's in my purse. I took it off when I slept. I just forgot to put it back on." She gulped thickly, taking another long sip of ice-cold water to cool her down and the anxiety rising in her chest.

 

 

 

"You forgot, huh? No one forgets to put on their wedding ring, Tala. Stop talking to me like I'm fucking stupid!" His voice rises, and he smashes his glass against the floor, but she's so used to it she barely flinches, she only sighs in disappointment.

 

 

 

Tears build in her eyes and when she looks at him, his handsome face, his jade eyes, nothing but memories fill her heart and break it all at once. Her dearest husband hates her and has for a while now. It's not her fault she was made this way. Isn't marriage supposed to be for better and for worse?

 

 

 

"Leon, please."

 

 

 

He points at her accusingly. "Don't. Don't you fucking dare say my name like that. You fucked somebody, didn't you? Didn't you?!"

 

 

 

She quietly sobbed. "What does it matter? You haven't touched me in years. Years Leon. If I can't have my husband, I'll take a stranger instead."

 

 

 

He chuckled menacingly, not a smidge of empathy in his heart, "Oh go ahead and blame me. As if you didn't ruin my fucking life and ruin this fuck ass marriage!", he hits the counter with his fist, the sound doing nothing to calm her racing heart and heavy breaths.

 

 

 

"How many times do we have to have this conversation? It's not my fault, Leon. Do you think I wanted this? Do you honestly believe I'm happy about it? It's all I've ever wanted. And I wanted it with you." She argued, her tone never changing, never turning bitter even when that's how she felt.

 

 

 

No matter what he's said that's destroyed her self-esteem and broken her heart, she could never say that stuff to him. She still loved him through and through and probably always would. That's the type of person she was. She took anything, even scraps if it meant she had someone. What she had with Leon was expired, it was coming to an end and they both knew it. She knew she didn't deserve this but this is her husband. She was too scared to leave.

 

 

 

"I don't care what you want, Tala", he plainly responds, nothing but brutal honesty to shove down her throat, "I never did. You're MY wife. You belong to me. You are MY property. But you're damaged goods. Do you know what a fucking embarrassment you are?" He stepped closer, making her feel small, taking pleasure in how she cowered in his presence.

 

 

 

"Every day I wake up and I see your face, it's an ugly reminder of all this wasted time, all the wasted money I spent on you and us when I could've had better."

 

 

 

He smirks, his face uglier than ever as he grabs her chin harshly in his hand and towers over her with his looming presence. "I could've had a real woman. Someone younger, someone thinner, someone who could've given me my legacy. Something so fucking simple that you're made for, and you couldn't even do that."

 

 

 

Thick, hot tears spilled out of her eyes, her lungs heaving as she struggled to breathe. His gaze was as black as night, merciless, a cold abyss that sucked her in and trapped her. He was her weakness, her punishment, and her worst nightmare. His love for her or whatever it was, it's all gone. Dried up.

 

 

 

"Leon, I love you." She whimpered, falling to her knees when he harshly let her go, and he stayed there to watch her beg, his ego swelling at the sight of her looking up at him like a sad puppy.

 

 

 

"Go on, Tala. Beg. Beg like the fucking bitch you are." He watched in amusement, arms crossed over his chest.

 

 

 

Everything she loved about him, his sun-kissed skin, the tattoos that covered his arms, even the way he smelled, it all turned sour. He didn't feel warm anymore, he was like ice, piercing her skin and making her bleed. Still, maybe they could go back. Maybe they could leave this behind them and find a way. She couldn't give up so easily even if he did. She wanted to at least try, the little hope for love in her like a worn-out flame, barely flickering to stay alive.

 

 

 

"Please, Leon. I know I can't give you what you want, but we can find a way. Can't we?" Her voice cracked, her sobs making it hard to speak properly without feeling like she was being choked.

 

 

 

He smiled cruelly, crouching down to her level, making sure she felt like dirt under his shoe. "You are nothing."

 

 

 

With a kiss to her forehead, she shivered and he grabbed her arm, yanking her up to push her against the counter, malicious intent clear in his eyes as he traced his fingers down her neck. Fear spiked her blood and she tried to scramble away, but he kept her there, enjoying the fight.

 

 

 

"Tala, listen to me."

 

 

 

She heaved, giving up and accepting her fate, unable to find it in herself to fight back anymore when he was so much bigger, so much more powerful than she was. She was nothing to him, and he succeeded in making her feel as such.

 

 

 

"I don't love you. I never did. And this? You and me? It's over."

 

 

 

Her world came crashing down, a heavy block weighing on her chest as she continued struggling to calm down, taking deep breaths so she would stop hyperventilating and not anger him any more than she had. His hands fall onto her neck, squeezing enough to scare her and see that look in her eyes which made him feel like a God.

 

 

 

"You're a stupid whore. Spreading your legs for some stranger when you should've been carrying my babies. You're useless to me. You have nothing I want."

 

 

 

He grins wickedly, his grip tightening on her neck and as she claws at his hands, he licks her tear-stained cheeks, enjoying the salty taste of her pain and suffering. He loosened his hold on her, still keeping her in her place so she couldn't leave unless he allowed her to.

 

 

 

"Although, I do miss the way you taste. Do you think we should kick it? Yeah? One last time?" He teased, hands going to violate her, and she turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut and wishing he didn't feel like acid burning her skin.

 

 

 

"Aw, too much for you to handle? You used to take me so well." He taunted, his hands on her waist crushing her soul.

 

 

 

"I guess there's no point. No matter how many times I use you as my cum dumpster, nothing will take." He lets go finally, stepping away and admiring the sight of her trembling body.

 

 

 

He did what he needed to do. He broke her, he made her fear him more than ever now, and he's proud of himself. It makes him feel good to know that he's better than her and always will be.

 

 

 

"Go to your room, Tala. I don't want to see your fucking face." He huffs, walking in the crushed glass with his dress shoes before making his way to the other side of the apartment, back into his office to drown himself in work.

 

 

 

She stood there a good few minutes, shaking, sobbing, wondering why he had to be like this. She reminisced good times while sweeping up glass, the irony making her scoff as she felt that this could be her heart. Shattered and unrepairable. Dumping the remnants in the trash, she takes her shoes and purse and heads into her safe haven, her room.

 

 

 

Her heels were back in the closet and her phone was charging on the nightstand while she showered. She was on high alert, making sure she locked her door and the bathroom too. She scrubbed away at her skin, hoping it would peel off and the feeling of bugs crawling inside of her would go away. The hot water felt nice, the steam and scent of her soap relaxed her somewhat, and it made her think of someone sweet. Jimin.

 

 

 

She sobbed but at least she could smile while she wallowed in pain, sinking to the floor and letting the water cascade over her head. Memories of last night filled her mind, it heated her blood and made her a bit breathless when she remembered how he held her. She ached for him, craved to feel his touch again, to feel safe in his arms and feel like she could say what she wanted and not be shot down.

 

 

 

It was a good long while before she finally got out, drying off and wrapping a towel around her body. She looked in the mirror, feeling her neck to see that luckily there were no marks from Leon's abusive fit. Upon realizing how bare she was, she scrambled to find her necklace, her special golden star. She couldn't find it in her purse, she searched her entire room for it, and it was nowhere to be found. As if she didn't have enough going on already. With a heavy sigh, she fell onto her bed and buried her face into the pillow.

 

 

 

"How can this get any worse."

Chapter 3

Here she was, back again in that same unlikely place. Only now that she was here a second time, she had a feeling it was going to become quite familiar. Hell, it already was. She was in the same spot as last time, her heart racing with anticipation, hoping he was here or would be coming soon. She hadn't spotted him yet, so she took her time enjoying a drink or two.

 

 

 

She figured why not? After the busy week she had, she deserves this. She deserves to live a good life where she isn't walking on eggshells every waking moment. Even if Leon would be upset, seeing her come home tomorrow morning, who cares?

 

 

 

He said she was nothing, he said it was over. It took a while for it to register because she's been in denial for so long. So she refused to be blind any longer. There's nothing left between them anyway, her last dwindling hope had been snuffed out. Time to move on to bigger and better things. Certainly bigger.

 

 

 

"Is that you, stranger?" A voice said in her ear, a wave of powdery musk washing over her and she closed her eyes for a moment, sinking into it.

 

 

 

"Jimin." She says with a smile, already knowing who that tease was, and he circled from behind to sit next to her.

 

 

 

He looked gorgeous just like last time, his mullet styled the same, his familiar silver rings and lip piercing making her feel a heated sense of nostalgia in her chest. He had a silky purple button-up tucked into black ripped jeans, and the same heeled boots as last time. My god she missed him. Missed him more than she should considering this was only their second meeting. She knows she's weak, but maybe it's time to give someone else a chance.

 

 

 

"I think you're missing something." He observes with a drink now in his hand, and he glances at her with a sly grin.

 

 

 

"I think I am too." She chuckles, seeing him take out her gold necklace from his jeans, holding it up in the light so it sparkled.

 

 

 

"Forgot to give this back to you. I figured it was a reason to get you back here." He said as he then gestured for her to turn around, which she did while pulling her hair up.

 

 

 

"So you stole my necklace?" She mused, turning back around once he clipped the necklace and she fixed the charm in the front.

 

 

 

"I didn't steal anything." He took a languid sip of his drink, his eyes locked with hers and he put his glass down, licking his lower lip which caught her immediate attention because of the shiny piercing.

 

 

 

"I simply picked up your necklace which you forgot, and kept it in my pocket for safekeeping. That's all." He smiles sweetly, his eyes snake-like and seductive from the purple and black eyeshadow.

 

 

 

"Oh I'm sure." She laughed, shaking her head in amusement while finishing the rest of her drink, her blood pulsing in her veins.

 

 

 

"You know, I'm not really in the dancing mood tonight." He confesses, absentmindedly playing with his rings while taking in her appearance.

 

 

 

Her lips were a brighter red, like rubies, her nails the same cherry shade as last time. Her hair was pulled back in a silver clip, her bangs falling elegantly to frame her face. Her perfume had his stomach on fire, his hands eager to touch her plush thighs. Her black dress had him taking not-so-subtle glances at her chest, long sleeve and backless, and he had half a mind to pull her in his lap and kiss her spine.

 

 

 

"You don't want to dance? That's new. Ironic considering you're a dancer, Jimin." She teased, and he stared in wonder at the woman before him.

 

 

 

He could tell she was comfortable around him, sometimes a moment of shyness, even weakness pushed through that front of boldness she wore well. But all in all, she was carefree, and confident in herself which made her look so sexy. Even more so because he knows he must've done something right to open her up.

 

 

 

"Yeah, I know. Usually, I always want to dance. But I have something else in mind if that's alright with you." He finishes his drink, his hand awaiting hers and without a moment of hesitation, she takes it, slinging her purse over her shoulder.

 

 

 

"Are you leading me to certain death?" She joked, enjoying the eye roll he gave in response to her tease, a giggle emitting from her pretty lips.

 

 

 

"No, love. A quiet place for us. It's a bit crowded in here." He led her around a corner where there was an exit door and a hall with two elevators.

 

 

 

He pressed the button to go up and they waited a few seconds before there was a noise signaling the elevator was on their level. It was empty as the doors opened, both of them walking in and he clicked the button to go to the rooftop.

She didn't know where this sudden rush of boldness came from, but being in such a small space with him made something in her snap.

 

 

 

She turned to her right and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to kiss her which he instantly melted into. He found her sudden aggressiveness hot, and he allowed her to take control, her tongue invading his mouth as she pulled and threaded her fingers through his well-kept hair.

 

 

 

 

The elevator opens and she steps back, about to apologize for being so brash when he pulls her out to the rooftop and presses her against the brick wall, diving back in to finish what she started. It was a good few minutes before they pulled away to breathe, his hair somehow a perfect mess and their faces flushed.

 

 

 

 

"Miss me that much?" He asked, cocking his head to the side and she rubbed her thighs together.

 

 

 

"Yeah, I did." She willfully admitted.

 

 

 

"That's sweet." His gaze softened and he laughed, turning to show her the area which she hadn't taken a good look at since she was preoccupied.

 

 

 

The sky was pitch black, only a few beams of light sparkling so far away from where they were. It was a warm night too, a few gusts of wind cooling them down since the city has been hot for the past few days.

 

 

 

"I figured you would like this." He said as they walked around, taking in the blue and green lights strung along the few pieces of outdoor furniture.

 

 

 

"It's nice out tonight." She commented as they sat down on the cushioned couch, the lights creating a similar vibe to the club downstairs, the stars watching them from above, the moon peaking out from behind one of the buildings.

 

 

 

"Since we're friends, I thought it'd be a good idea for us to get to know each other a little better. I mean, after all, I was inside you and-"

 

 

 

She laughed, hitting his chest playfully which charmed him to see her get so flustered. "Yes, Jimin. I get what you're trying to say."

 

 

 

They fell silent, both of them content for the moment as she looked out at the full moon and rested her head on his chest when he moved closer to put an arm around her, making sure she was comfortable.

 

 

 

"Are you happy?" He asked, eyes filled with something she hadn't seen before.

 

 

 

Pity? Empathy? She can't tell. Jimin made his intentions clear, but his eyes held so much, so many secrets and she wondered who exactly he was. Sure she knew things about him, but she was used to being with a man who hid everything, his whole personality.

 

 

 

Not to say Jimin was anything like her husband. He was different in so many ways. But he had a past, he had something wrong with him considering the amount of times his gaze flickered, like there was too much going on inside his head.

 

 

 

"No", she answered simply, "Are you?"

 

 

 

He looked down at her lips, then slowly trailed up to her eyes, "I don't know. I feel like I've lived most of my life alone. I have no desire or happiness other than dancing. That's why I'm here almost every night. I don't know what I'm doing, but I don't feel lost. I just feel like I'm in limbo."

 

 

 

She nodded. "Two planes at once? Here and there and somehow nowhere?"

 

 

 

His eyes fell down at their hands intertwined on his thigh, "All I know is that I've felt more here than I've ever felt before. With you. I'm sure that's not what you want to hear considering you just met me, and I don't want to scare you. But I'll always be honest with you. You bring out something in me I didn't even know existed. Just thinking about you makes me happy", he smiled, playing with her fingers.

 

 

 

She beamed, her heart fluttering from the way he touched her, "You make me happy too, Jimin. That's why I came tonight. I had a busy work week and the whole time I was thinking about seeing you again. You gave me something to look forward to. It's nice having someone to dance with", she kissed his soft cheek, his skin like porcelain, and his doll-like beauty made her stomach swirl with adoration.

 

 

 

"I'm glad you feel the same. Like I said I know it sounds insane since we just met and everything, but I like being your friend. I like being around you. You...you're so bright. Like the sun." He said, eyes buried deeply in hers while he moved his hand to caress her face, his fingers brushing against her lips.

 

 

 

"And you're like the moon, Jimin."

 

 

 

He moved closer, the two of them giggling as he nuzzled his nose against hers. "I take it you liked the tattoos? You were touching them."

 

 

 

She blushed, feeling on the spot but staying where she was, their lips barely touching. "I think they're beautiful. What made you get them? Any particular reason?"

 

 

 

He hummed thoughtfully, pecking her nose, her top lip, her bottom lip, and her chin, "I've always felt I had a special relationship with the moon. I was so curious about it when I was younger. I became a moon expert you could say. Learning all the phases and what they meant. Every night I'd stare out the window for hours, watching it in the sky", he grinned fondly at the memories, "The moon is beautiful to me."

 

 

 

"You're beautiful." She complimented honestly, flustering him and he kissed her warmly.

 

 

 

"No, you. I don't even know who I am half the time. I'm so fucking confused and the world keeps on spinning. But you? You're everything, Tala. You're making me feel some hope that I can be different. I can be someone better."

 

 

 

She frowned, puzzled by his words. "Jimin, you know who you are. It's ok to feel insecure but you don't need to be. You have this energy about you. It pulls people in, you're someone to remember and just meeting you once had me feeling like I could tell you anything and you'd be there for me."

 

 

 

She grabbed his face, holding him for reassurance. "Why would you say stuff like that?"

 

 

 

He shrugs and shakes his head, a hint of whispering in his ear that makes his jaw clench. "Nothing. You're right. It's just sometimes I get in my head about things."

 

 

 

She sighed, feeling the overwhelming need to protect him because of his preciousness. "Well if you ever need to talk about it you have me. I'm your friend."

 

 

 

"Yeah, I know." He whispers, his eyes like pools of darkness, so much inside, so much to uncover.

 

 

 

Tala traced his nose, finding it the most adorable thing she'd ever seen. "I mean it though. You're the moon, Jimin. I've never met anyone as beautiful as you. Inside and out."

 

 

 

He grins cockily. "What can I say? I have a way with words."

 

 

 

"More like a way with your body. It's like watching a snake charmer." She nudges him, and he dips down near her ear.

 

 

 

"I guess my body impressed you then?"

 

 

 

"Very much. You worked hard for it like all dancers. It deserves to be appreciated." She responded, her thighs rubbing together shamelessly as he then placed his cold hand on one, contrasting with the heated skin.

 

 

 

"I like when you appreciate it." He brushes his lips against her cheekbone and presses them against hers, the lighthearted energy between them shifting into unbridled desire.

 

 

 

"The way you looked at me...it drove me insane." He slid his tongue into her mouth, the kiss heated and rough, a string of saliva connecting their mouths when he pulled away breathless, her lipstick smudged this time and heat flared in his veins.

 

 

 

"This is your fault Tala." He rested his forehead against hers, his other hand moving to hold her neck which she submitted to.

 

 

 

"You make me like this." He licked her jaw, her lips parting and a soft moan emitting from her mouth as he did so, now nipping at her lower lip, his tongue dancing with hers.

 

 

 

"I can't get enough of you." He admits, pecking her lips a few times and he moves his other hand closer between her legs, his knuckles brushing against her core.

 

 

 

"Can I have you again? Please?" He gulped, eyes pleading for her and she gave in, feeling an ache only he could satisfy.

 

 

 

"Of course you can."

 

 

 

It wasn't long before they were in his car, leaving to go to his place. She assumed so since he only had one drink and they didn't get a room there. She was thrilled, taking down her hair and kicking off her heels once he started driving. His right hand was on her inner thigh, so fucking close to touching her, but he wasn't.

 

 

 

She decided to surprise him, show him a side of her only he had the privilege of seeing now. With one hand intertwined with his, music playing in the background, she slid the other between her thighs and into her panties, her hips bucking up as soon as her fingers caressed the outside.

 

 

 

A moan caught his attention, his eyes flickering over to her head falling back against the headrest, her lips parted and her hand moving between her legs. His body lit on fire with every noise she made, his jeans tight and constricting against his pulsing erection.

 

 

 

"You're driving me crazy here. You can't just do that." He chuckles in disbelief, the expression on his face pained.

 

 

 

He wants to touch her so badly, but he doesn't know if he can control himself while he's driving. Her hand, once intertwined with his, moves to touch his groin, palming him and he jolts in surprise, his hand squeezing her thigh.

 

 

 

"Careful, love. Don't make me crash this car." He warned, nothing but heat and desire lacing his tone, no real bite to it.

 

 

 

"Jimin." She moans, slipping her fingers inside and thrusting them in and out so he could hear how wet she was, a low curse coming from him.

 

 

 

"Touch me. Please." She gasps, his hand itching to smack hers away and finish her off.

 

 

 

"No, keep playing with yourself. I like hearing you." He answers, the red light he was stopped at allowing him to see her panties pushed aside, her dress hiked up around her hips and her pretty fingers stuffed inside her hole.

 

 

 

His mouth watered, an irritated groan leaving him when the light turned green and he sped down the road, impatient to get home and touch her how she wanted him to. He can tell she's close, her fingers moving faster, the lewd squelches of her arousal making his head spin as he nears the complex and turns in the parking garage.

 

 

 

Once the engine turns off, he grabs her wrist, pulling her hand away and wrapping his mouth around her fingers, sucking off the mess she made and her core pulses at the sensation. His warm tongue lapped at her skin now dripping with his saliva, his lips glossed over and eyes demanding.

 

 

 

"Get yourself together, love. Then we'll play."

Chapter 4

She had seen it coming from miles away, feeling nothing but relief when Leon gave her those divorce papers. She wasn't looking forward to court, knowing she didn't have the money to even speak to a lawyer, and with his power, he'd make sure she'd get nothing.

 

 

 

It was pointless but legally required and she didn't want to get into another tangled mess that would both embarrass her and give him something to gloat about. She stayed for about another week, dealing with his drunken lashouts before finally she found an escape.

 

 

 

It was a nice one-bedroom apartment, with one bathroom, and a nice-sized living area and it was well within her budget. Not to mention the amenities provided at the complex. She got the process going as soon as she could, desperate to get away from him. Regardless, she still had to go into his office and have that uncomfortable conversation.

 

 

 

Surprisingly enough he hadn't gotten angry, just said a few insults before shooing her out so he could continue his work. It's not like she was paying rent or paying for much of anything. That was the only thing he was good at. Paying for things.

 

 

 

Only a few hours passed since she had packed her things and moved them in, furniture on its way to being delivered over the next week or so. She didn't have much so it didn't take long to grab a few boxes from Lowe's and store her whole life into them.

 

 

 

She said goodbye to Leon and he ignored her, a reaction she expected and wished that maybe she would've been wrong. After all, they were still technically married. The divorce process had only started and she prayed to any God listening that court would go well. Even if she didn't get anything from him, having him completely out of her life would be more than enough.

 

 

 

While she took a shower in her new place, she thought over her life over the past few years. Looking back on things now she wonders why she was so blind. Other than the obvious factor of her being madly in love with him, she feels disgusted by how stupid she's been.

 

 

 

His snide remarks about her body, or even her intelligence. It made her sick to her stomach just thinking about all the time she'd wasted being stuck in that abusive situation. Leon was never physically violent other than him occasionally grabbing her and the kitchen incident not long ago. It shook her because he'd never gone that far before.

 

 

 

Sad as it is to say, her heart still felt for him. It always would in some way. But she noticed as each day passed, she was starting to feel less and less. Her heart had grown fond of someone else now, and through this moving process which has been a bit stressful, he's been kept in the dark.

 

 

 

Jimin. Her sweet angel. She wouldn't dare bother his poor mind with this. She wouldn't be so selfish and put her burdens on him. He's so young and full of life, he shouldn't be dragged down by her shitty choices. That's why she figured it best to keep him in the dark. She wasn't going to allow Leon to ruin anything else, the one good thing she's ever had, and that's Jimin.

 

 

 

Her marriage is in the past, she's no longer going to worry about it or think of Leon if she can help it. Her phone buzzed on the bathroom counter, waking her out of a daydream. Realizing it had been a while under the steaming water, her fingers starting to prune, she turned off the shower and wrapped her body in a plush white towel, her wavy hair pulled back in a claw clip.

 

 

 

Her face flushed and her stomach fluttered as she saw his contact name on her screen, asking if she was ready to go. Now she's realizing since she's never told him she moved, he only knows her old address. Shit, she didn't even think of that. The past week or so they've just been meeting at his place and when they went out to the club, he'd drive. Shit, shit, shit. She mentally facepalms and sends him a voice note while getting ready, saying that she had a surprise and that she's moved to a new place since her old lease was up.

 

 

 

He responded well actually, which she knew he would because of how chill he was. Still, her heart hammered in her chest, some bad feelings coming up from the past, like when she told Leon stuff she forgot. It never ended well, a string of degrading names being thrown in her face like she wasn't a human being, just garbage.

 

 

 

Jimin was so much different. His voice was always gentle when he spoke to her, and even if he got frustrated, he didn't raise his voice. They'd have playful arguments, most of them being about how he was taking care of her and paying for stuff, not allowing her card to even be within his sight. It was sweet but made her feel a certain way like it was wrong of him to do so because she wasn't his.

 

 

 

It stung but she realized she needed to learn patience. They just met very recently and they both have separate lives that they're trying to juggle. She wanted him to be hers, even if she was older, even if in some ways she was lying by omitting the truth about who she was, she needed him in a way that sounded both insane and irresponsible.

 

 

 

His smell, his skin, his lips, she just found herself and what she wanted in life. Thats him. Even now as he's on his way to her new place, the two of them still talking through voicenotes, her heart burns like an inferno, spreading to the rest of her body like a wild fire. One little flame ignited her whole being.

 

 

 

She was so excited to see him, finally getting a chance to catch her breath since she was unpacked and in the safety of her own home. Hell, she's sure he wouldn't mind coming in and staying with her. If she didn't have at least her bed, they'd make do with the floor. Laughing to herself at the scenario, she slides on her gold rings and fixes her hair in the mirror.

 

 

 

Her phone buzzes and she sees the message that he's here. He had messaged her earlier in the morning that he had a surprise for her, and although she begged because of her curiosity, he refused to give hints. He only said to wear something comfortable and casual.

 

 

 

Tala still got dolled up though, just part of her usual routine because it always made her feel put together. A deep crimson swiped across her plump lips, wavy hair cascading down her shoulders and over a simple black tee shirt and blue jeans. Effortless and elegant.

 

 

 

After grabbing her purse, she sprays some perfume on her neck and wrists before heading out the door, a pep in her step. She didn't think to invite him inside, too eager to see what this surprise was. And she wanted everything to be put together before he saw her place.

 

 

 

A sense of familiarity filled her when she saw his Lexus in the parking garage, a giggle leaving her lips as he spotted her and excitedly waved with both hands as she did the same and rushed to get in the car.

 

 

 

"Hi, love." He pecked her cheek, smooshing her face in his hands as he started pecking her lips aggressively.

 

 

 

"Jimin! Let go!" She laughed, hoping her lipstick wasn't smudged.

 

 

 

He squeals happily, beaming as he takes in her appearance, "How can you look so good? It's not fair", he groans and pulls her in another kiss, her face hurting from how much she was smiling.

 

 

 

"Looks like we're twinning sort of." She said once pulling away, seeing he wore similar jeans but with a crisp white tee shirt hugging his slim body.

 

 

 

He glanced at his outfit and then hers, "Huh, I guess we are. You look better though", he sighed dramatically and gazed at her fondly, his eyes wandering down, making her slap his chest.

 

 

 

"Ok, drama queen. My eyes are up here." She scoffed playfully, and he looked back up at her, blinking his eyes with an innocent sparkle in them.

 

 

 

"Huh?" He played dumb, grinning mischievously and she pinched his cheek.

 

 

 

"Alright cowboy, are we going to the wild wild west or something? Where's my surprise at?" She joked, and he leaned back in his seat, manspreading while he licked his lips, his eyes on her thighs before moving up to catch her amused expression.

 

 

 

"Save a horse ride a cowboy?" He wiggled his eyebrows and she blushed, pressing her lips together to fight back a smile.

 

 

 

"Come on. What's the surprise." She urged, eager to find out what it was and he pouted his lips.

 

 

 

"Alright fine. You'll ride me later." He says, paying no mind as to how much that affected her, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking garage.

 

 

 

Her mouth was agape for a few good moments before she recovered and rolled her eyes. "You're not gonna bring me out in the middle of nowhere and murder me are you?"

 

 

 

"Nah, just maybe chase you through the woods or something." He responded seriously, and her body flushed with heat, her head whipping in his direction in a way that was too comedic for him not to internally laugh at.

 

 

 

"What?!" She exclaimed, not in fear but in pure shock, and he shrugged, still playing around although she couldn't see that.

 

 

 

"Yeah. I'll give you a head start to run away and if I catch you..."

 

 

 

He leaves it at that, eyes on the road and she's amazed by how calm he is, like a completely different side of him has come out and a thrill rushes through her veins at his implication.

 

 

 

"Then what?" She mumbles, the car silent so it was audible to him, and in a flash that smile is back on his face, his eyes scrunched into crescents.

 

 

 

"Well, then I do whatever I want to you. The only exception is your safe word. Which we do need to discuss."

 

 

 

She hadn't thought about it, not even having one before but she knows Jimin's careful, and her comfortability is his top priority. He's always made that clear every time they hooked up.

 

 

 

"Oh, yeah. Um...", she trailed off, trying to think of one that wasn't basic like red, and something easy to remember in an intense moment.

 

 

 

"I just figured since we're intimate and all it's good for you to have one in case I get out of hand." He chuckles shyly, rubbing the nape of his neck and it makes her all warm and fuzzy inside.

 

 

 

"I trust you." She reassured, grabbing his hand while the other stayed on the wheel.

 

 

 

"I know but a safe word is necessary considering my...impulses."

 

 

 

"How about moon? Easy enough." She suggested, and he nodded in agreement, pecking her hand as he drove.

 

 

 

"Moon. I'll remember that. And you need to make sure that if you need to use it, don't hesitate. If I'm too rough don't think that using your safe word will hurt my feelings or upset me." He says, getting his point across that she has a voice and needs to use it.

 

 

 

"Well, what if I like it when you hurt me?" She teased, and he wore a small smile, his body tingling from the bewitching tone of her voice.

 

 

 

"That's different. I mean that if I give you pain and it doesn't feel good in some way, tell me. Your well-being is very important. I want you to feel safe with me. Especially when we're intimate." He explains, her eyes glowing fondly at the sight of the sun's rays cascading onto his milky skin.

 

 

 

"I do. Always." She responded, holding his hand the rest of the ride as they then turned on the aux and played music from his phone, singing along together, their voices perfectly matching.

 

 

 

He was driving out of the city, the green fields surrounding them and she wondered where he was taking her. No point in asking since he wouldn't tell her. His speed slowed down as they got deeper into the woods, twisting and turning until he took a left onto a hill, a wide expanse of a cliff coming into view.

 

 

 

He parked where there was even ground and they got out, looking beyond the horizon where you were on top of the world, a sea of trees surrounding them and she felt free getting out of the city. She noticed the willow tree closer to the edge, turning to say something to Jimin but he had already taken her in his arms.

 

 

 

"Pretty isn't it? Do you like it?" He asked, his breath warm against her neck and her heart soared, this moment between them so pure it had her eyes watery.

 

 

 

"It's beautiful." She whispered, the kiss on her neck causing her to shudder.

 

 

 

The sound of the trunk popping open catches her attention and she turns, coming up behind him with excitement when she sees a blanket and a cooler.

 

 

 

"Aw, this is so sweet. Is this a picnic?"

 

 

 

"Yes it is, smart girl." He kissed her cheek, smacking her hand away when she tried to grab the cooler.

 

 

 

"No ma'am. That's my job."

 

 

 

"But-"

 

 

 

He cut her off with a firm kiss, not minding the smudge of lipstick on his skin. "We'll sit by the tree. Yeah?"

 

 

 

She nodded and decided not to argue, letting him take care of everything. He placed the blanket on the grass, smoothing it out before settling down next to her and opening the cooler. An assortment of fruit, snacks, and drinks had her stomach growling as she watched him set it all up with a frown. He wasn't mad, just focused on the task at hand, wanting everything to look pretty because that's what she deserved.

 

 

 

"I made the sandwiches since you said you liked them." He said, cutting a piece and feeding it to her, butterflies fluttering throughout her entire body from how attentive he was, feeding her like she was a queen.

 

 

 

"They are yummy. I love my surprise, Jimin. Thank you." She beamed, the sun making them glow like beacons in such a dark world.

 

 

 

He grinned, proud of himself for making her feel this way and he pulled her in his lap, an intense look on his face as he moved in to kiss her. It was slow and sweet, the warmth of the sun on her back as he went under her shirt to caress her waist.

 

 

 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying a relaxing kiss and touches light as a feather, but enough to stir desire within her gut. He pulled away, his nose brushing against hers and his hand moved suddenly, within an instant her mouth was stuffed with a chocolate-covered strawberry, and her cheeks puffed as he laughed.

 

 

 

"You look cute like that." His eyes disappeared and she playfully hit his chest, munching off the strawberry while holding the stem.

 

 

 

"Very funny you stuffing my mouth with a strawberry." She shook her head at his antics and already knew trouble was coming as soon as he stopped laughing and gave her that look.

 

 

 

"I could stuff your mouth with something else if you'd like." He smirked, eyes like a snake, calculating and disturbing.

 

 

 

"Want me to ride you, cowboy?" She teased, trying to hide how flustered she was even when he knew her so well.

 

 

 

"Yeah, hop on my face and-"

 

 

 

His open mouth allowed her to get payback, stuffing a berry in his mouth like he did to her and she bursted out in laughter. He looked hilarious, his cheeks puffed, and a shake of his head had her pulling her phone out to get a few pictures of this moment.

 

 

 

He moaned in protest, staying as he was and not making the attempt to pull the fruit out of his mouth because it amused her and she found it special enough to save as a memory.

 

 

 

"One sec! You look so cute." She cooed, holding his chin and taking about twenty photos before permitting him to eat it.

 

 

 

"Alright alright. There. I'm done." She concluded, slipping her phone into her back pocket, watching as he munched on the red berry.

 

 

 

"Mean." He mumbled, a frown on his face and she nudged him.

 

 

 

"Hey! You did it to me first, punk!"

 

 

 

"Hmph." He sassily turned his head away from her, and she giggled, pulling at his arm.

 

 

 

"Aw, are you mad at me?"

 

 

 

He sighed, folding as soon as they locked eyes and she looked at him like a puppy. "Never."

 

 

 

He pecked her lips and they continued feeding each other while she told him about her new place and how it had an enclosed rooftop pool which she seemed thrilled about. They got onto the topic of movies and from that point, there wasn't much space where silence was held. Although there was a significant age gap between them, they had quite a few things in common.

 

 

 

Their love for pop music, spicy noodles, movies, and of course books. She didn't see Jimin as much of a reader, or any man for that matter. But he was, and it was nice to see more of who he was and his interests other than the obvious which was dancing. He went on and on about that too, his passion and hard work for what he loved inspiring her since she felt similarly towards her job as a teacher.

 

 

 

"Dancing is freeing to me. It's an easy way to let all your emotions out and escape." He said, her head in his lap and his fingers lost in her hair.

 

 

 

"Escape from what?" She asked, moving so she was on her back and could look up at him.

 

 

 

He stared at the horizon, the sun setting and the night sky falling upon them. "From myself, my thoughts, my doubts. Everything is so loud and sometimes I feel like I can't handle it."

 

 

 

She gazed up at him longingly, seeing his eyes get glossy and her stomach lurches, one of her hands going up to caress his soft cheek. "What's wrong, angel?"

 

 

 

"Everything." He whispered, his eyes flicking down to hers and he held the hand that was on his cheek.

 

 

 

"I need to be honest with you about some things." He started, her heart racing from the sudden seriousness she felt emitting from him.

 

 

 

"Ok."

 

 

 

"I like you. A lot. And I know things have been moving fast between us, but I can't stop feeling like this. You do something to me that I can't explain. All I know is that when I'm around you I'm the happiest I've ever felt."

 

 

 

Her eyes well up and he kisses the back of her hand, the stars watching from above, the moon hanging like the shine in his eyes, making her heart stir with emotion. His confession brings upon a reality that she's not alone. She has somebody and not only that, he cares for her in the same way she does.

 

 

 

"Before you say anything I just want you to listen to me. Yeah?" He asked, and once she nodded and let him continue, he moved to lay down on the blanket beside her, both of them gazing at the stars above.

 

 

 

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever met. I feel like you're meant for me, that you saved me from myself. Whenever I dance with you, it feels like it's just us and no one else exists. It feels good and I haven't felt that way in...I don't even know. I must sound insane right now but-"

 

 

 

He starts to ramble and she grabs ahold of his hand, her eyes reflecting the beams of light glittering amongst the darkness. "You're not insane. You're feeling a lot right now and so am I. Take your time, Jimin. I love listening to you talk."

 

 

 

He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes and taking in his surroundings for a moment. The cool breeze and chirping of animals in the woods weren't the thing that calmed him down. It was the scent of citrus, sweet and refreshing to his soul. It was the warm hand holding his with reassurance, her body grounding his. He found his voice, eyes opening to see the sky once his mind was somewhat clear.

 

 

 

"You comfort me, Tala. Your voice, your perfume, your skin. I can be myself with you. I can be silly, I can laugh, I can smile and not feel judged." His head turns so he can look at her, and his heart twists when he sees the tears, but she smiles and nods, telling him she's ok.

 

 

 

"It's hard to describe what I'm feeling. But what I know is that I've never wanted anything in my life as much as I want you."

 

 

 

He softly squeezed her hand, and his heart fluttered when she wiped away her tears and straddled him, her nails scratching down his torso soothingly. Her cheeks were heated, her lashes wet from the tears and although she looked stunning, something inside him grew incredibly dark seeing her in such a state. She was too pretty to cry.

 

 

 

"Jimin, are you trying to tell me something?" She sniffled, her tone lighthearted and he softened, mirroring her expression.

 

 

 

"I want you to be mine. I want to be more than just your friend. I want to be your lover." He confessed, sitting up and praying in his head that he hadn't crossed a line with her.

 

 

 

Her eyes told him everything he needed to know, as did her tears. She was happy, throwing her arms around his neck and crying. He held her tight, afraid she'd slip away and her light would get snuffed out by the darkness. He had to protect her no matter what.

 

 

 

"I'm yours, Jimin."

 

 

 

Those three words made something snap within him. In seconds her back was on the ground and he was on top of her, his mouth linked with hers and the roughness had her knees weak, heat burning between her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him so he was close. His body fit with hers like a puzzle piece, completing what was missing inside of him.

 

 

 

"Say it, again. Say you're mine." He asked, tossing off his shirt as she did the same.

 

 

 

"I'm yours. I belong to you." She whispered against his lips, his chain dangling from his neck.

 

 

 

"That's right, love. Mine." He licked the side of her neck possessively, biting down on a sensitive spot that had her back arching.

 

 

 

"All mine." He panted, marking her neck and grinding against her, her head resting against his arm as his other hand went down to unbutton her jeans.

 

 

 

"I want you." She whimpered, his lips harshly sucking the colorful splotches he left along her caramel skin.

 

 

 

"Let me feel how bad." He chuckled, his hand diving into her soaked panties and she cried out, his fingers caressing her pussy.

 

 

 

"Tala." He called out, expecting her to answer him although he wasn't asking anything, only saying her name in a way that had her pulsing.

 

 

 

"Yeah?"

 

 

 

"You're wet." He grinned, eyes fond as he stared into hers and licked his fingers, her lips parting from the erotic sight.

 

 

 

"And it's all for you. Yours to touch. Yours to fill." She grinned, his hand quick to go back to where it was, between her legs with her thighs closing around his arm.

 

 

 

"You need to watch what you say." His voice was low, raspy with desire that she pulled out of him, his skin itching to be on hers.

 

 

 

"I need more. Please." She looked up at him with big doe eyes, his cock straining against his jeans from the sight.

 

 

 

"Whatever you want, love. Just remember your safe word. I don't think I can be gentle with you right now." He warned, tugging off her jeans and panties, and unhooking her bra so he could play with her breasts.

 

 

 

He sucked on them, his hand busy as he fingered her and transcended his mouth to her stomach, latching onto her inner thighs while the sound of her arousal echoed in his ears, his blood pulsing.

 

 

 

"You're mine." He whispers almost like he's in disbelief, forcing her to finish twice so she's trembling and sensitive.

 

 

 

"Yours."

 

 

 

He breathes into her, his skin molding with hers as they connect and hold each other under the pale moonlight. The breeze sends a chill down their spines, but the heat and passion of one another are enough to satisfy their aching flesh.

 

 

 

He takes her again and again, tears flowing from his eyes that he's quick to wipe away. He's so scared but he can't find a reason to stop when it feels this good. Her moans, her voice calling out his name like he's the one bringing her to life. He'll do what he needs to, whatever he can to keep her by his side.

 

 

 

Mine

 

Ours

 

Never alone

Chapter 5

She had seen it coming from miles away, feeling nothing but relief when Leon gave her those divorce papers. She wasn't looking forward to court, knowing she didn't have the money to even speak to a lawyer, and with his power, he'd make sure she'd get nothing.

 

It was pointless but legally required and she didn't want to get into another tangled mess that would both embarrass her and give him something to gloat about. She stayed for about another week, dealing with his drunken lashouts before finally she found an escape.

 

It was a nice one-bedroom apartment, with one bathroom, and a nice-sized living area and it was well within her budget. Not to mention the amenities provided at the complex. She got the process going as soon as she could, desperate to get away from him. Regardless, she still had to go into his office and have that uncomfortable conversation.

 

Surprisingly enough he hadn't gotten angry, just said a few insults before shooing her out so he could continue his work. It's not like she was paying rent or paying for much of anything. That was the only thing he was good at. Paying for things.

 

Only a few hours passed since she had packed her things and moved them in, furniture on its way to being delivered over the next week or so. She didn't have much so it didn't take long to grab a few boxes from Lowe's and store her whole life into them.

 

She said goodbye to Leon and he ignored her, a reaction she expected and wished that maybe she would've been wrong. After all, they were still technically married. The divorce process had only started and she prayed to any God listening that court would go well. Even if she didn't get anything from him, having him completely out of her life would be more than enough.

 

While she took a shower in her new place, she thought over her life over the past few years. Looking back on things now she wonders why she was so blind. Other than the obvious factor of her being madly in love with him, she feels disgusted by how stupid she's been.

 

His snide remarks about her body, or even her intelligence. It made her sick to her stomach just thinking about all the time she'd wasted being stuck in that abusive situation. Leon was never physically violent other than him occasionally grabbing her and the kitchen incident not long ago. It shook her because he'd never gone that far before.

 

Sad as it is to say, her heart still felt for him. It always would in some way. But she noticed as each day passed, she was starting to feel less and less. Her heart had grown fond of someone else now, and through this moving process which has been a bit stressful, he's been kept in the dark.

 

Jimin. Her sweet angel. She wouldn't dare bother his poor mind with this. She wouldn't be so selfish and put her burdens on him. He's so young and full of life, he shouldn't be dragged down by her shitty choices. That's why she figured it best to keep him in the dark. She wasn't going to allow Leon to ruin anything else, the one good thing she's ever had, and that's Jimin.

 

Her marriage is in the past, she's no longer going to worry about it or think of Leon if she can help it. Her phone buzzed on the bathroom counter, waking her out of a daydream. Realizing it had been a while under the steaming water, her fingers starting to prune, she turned off the shower and wrapped her body in a plush white towel, her wavy hair pulled back in a claw clip.

 

Her face flushed and her stomach fluttered as she saw his contact name on her screen, asking if she was ready to go. Now she's realizing since she's never told him she moved, he only knows her old address. Shit, she didn't even think of that. The past week or so they've just been meeting at his place and when they went out to the club, he'd drive. Shit, shit, shit. She mentally facepalms and sends him a voice note while getting ready, saying that she had a surprise and that she's moved to a new place since her old lease was up.

 

He responded well actually, which she knew he would because of how chill he was. Still, her heart hammered in her chest, some bad feelings coming up from the past, like when she told Leon stuff she forgot. It never ended well, a string of degrading names being thrown in her face like she wasn't a human being, just garbage.

 

Jimin was so much different. His voice was always gentle when he spoke to her, and even if he got frustrated, he didn't raise his voice. They'd have playful arguments, most of them being about how he was taking care of her and paying for stuff, not allowing her card to even be within his sight. It was sweet but made her feel a certain way like it was wrong of him to do so because she wasn't his.

 

It stung but she realized she needed to learn patience. They just met very recently and they both have separate lives that they're trying to juggle. She wanted him to be hers, even if she was older, even if in some ways she was lying by omitting the truth about who she was, she needed him in a way that sounded both insane and irresponsible.

 

His smell, his skin, his lips, she just found herself and what she wanted in life. Thats him. Even now as he's on his way to her new place, the two of them still talking through voicenotes, her heart burns like an inferno, spreading to the rest of her body like a wild fire. One little flame ignited her whole being.

 

She was so excited to see him, finally getting a chance to catch her breath since she was unpacked and in the safety of her own home. Hell, she's sure he wouldn't mind coming in and staying with her. If she didn't have at least her bed, they'd make do with the floor. Laughing to herself at the scenario, she slides on her gold rings and fixes her hair in the mirror.

 

Her phone buzzes and she sees the message that he's here. He had messaged her earlier in the morning that he had a surprise for her, and although she begged because of her curiosity, he refused to give hints. He only said to wear something comfortable and casual.

 

Tala still got dolled up though, just part of her usual routine because it always made her feel put together. A deep crimson swiped across her plump lips, wavy hair cascading down her shoulders and over a simple black tee shirt and blue jeans. Effortless and elegant.

 

After grabbing her purse, she sprays some perfume on her neck and wrists before heading out the door, a pep in her step. She didn't think to invite him inside, too eager to see what this surprise was. And she wanted everything to be put together before he saw her place.

 

A sense of familiarity filled her when she saw his Lexus in the parking garage, a giggle leaving her lips as he spotted her and excitedly waved with both hands as she did the same and rushed to get in the car.

 

"Hi, love", he pecked her cheek, smooshing her face in his hands as he started pecking her lips aggressively.

 

"Jimin! Let go!", she laughed, hoping her lipstick wasn't smudged.

 

He squeals happily, beaming as he takes in her appearance, "How can you look so good? It's not fair", he groans and pulls her in another kiss, her face hurting from how much she was smiling.

 

"Looks like we're twinning sort of", she said once pulling away, seeing he wore similar jeans but with a crisp white tee shirt hugging his slim body.

 

He glanced at his outfit and then hers, "Huh, I guess we are. You look better though", he sighed dramatically and gazed at her fondly, his eyes wandering down, making her slap his chest.

 

"Ok, drama queen. My eyes are up here", she scoffed playfully, and he looked back up at her, blinking his eyes with an innocent sparkle in them.

 

"Huh?", he played dumb, grinning mischievously and she pinched his cheek.

 

"Alright cowboy, are we going to the wild wild west or something? Where's my surprise at?", she joked, and he leaned back in his seat, manspreading while he licked his lips, his eyes on her thighs before moving up to catch her amused expression.

 

"Save a horse ride a cowboy?", he wiggled his eyebrows and she blushed, pressing her lips together to fight back a smile.

 

"Come on. What's the surprise", she urged, eager to find out what it was and he pouted his lips.

 

"Alright fine. You'll ride me later", he says, paying no mind as to how much that affected her, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking garage.

 

Her mouth was agape for a few good moments before she recovered and rolled her eyes, "You're not gonna bring me out in the middle of nowhere and murder me are you?"

 

"Nah, just maybe chase you through the woods or something", he responded seriously, and her body flushed with heat, her head whipping in his direction in a way that was too comedic for him not to internally laugh at.

 

"What?!", she exclaimed, not in fear but in pure shock, and he shrugged, still playing around although she couldn't see that.

 

"Yeah. I'll give you a head start to run away and if I catch you..."

 

He leaves it at that, eyes on the road and she's amazed by how calm he is, like a completely different side of him has come out and a thrill rushes through her veins at his implication.

 

"Then what?", she mumbles, the car silent so it was audible to him, and in a flash that smile is back on his face, his eyes scrunched into crescents.

 

"Well, then I do whatever I want to you. The only exception is your safe word. Which we do need to discuss."

 

She hadn't thought about it, not even having one before but she knows Jimin's careful, and her comfortability is his top priority. He's always made that clear every time they hooked up.

 

"Oh, yeah. Um...", she trailed off, trying to think of one that wasn't basic like red, and something easy to remember in an intense moment.

 

"I just figured since we're intimate and all it's good for you to have one in case I get out of hand", he chuckles shyly, rubbing the nape of his neck and it makes her all warm and fuzzy inside.

 

"I trust you", she reassured, grabbing his hand while the other stayed on the wheel.

 

"I know but a safe word is necessary considering my...impulses."

 

"How about moon? Easy enough", she suggested, and he nodded in agreement, pecking her hand as he drove.

 

"Moon. I'll remember that. And you need to make sure that if you need to use it, don't hesitate. If I'm too rough don't think that using your safe word will hurt my feelings or upset me", he says, getting his point across that she has a voice and needs to use it.

 

"Well, what if I like it when you hurt me?", she teased, and he wore a small smile, his body tingling from the bewitching tone of her voice.

 

"That's different. I mean that if I give you pain and it doesn't feel good in some way, tell me. Your well-being is very important. I want you to feel safe with me. Especially when we're intimate", he explains, her eyes glowing fondly at the sight of the sun's rays cascading onto his milky skin.

 

"I do. Always", she responded, holding his hand the rest of the ride as they then turned on the aux and played music from his phone, singing along together, their voices perfectly matching.

 

He was driving out of the city, the green fields surrounding them and she wondered where he was taking her. No point in asking since he wouldn't tell her. His speed slowed down as they got deeper into the woods, twisting and turning until he took a left onto a hill, a wide expanse of a cliff coming into view.

 

He parked where there was even ground and they got out, looking beyond the horizon where you were on top of the world, a sea of trees surrounding them and she felt free getting out of the city. She noticed the willow tree closer to the edge, turning to say something to Jimin but he had already taken her in his arms.

 

"Pretty isn't it? Do you like it?", he asked, his breath warm against her neck and her heart soared, this moment between them so pure it had her eyes watery.

 

"It's beautiful", she whispered, the kiss on her neck causing her to shudder.

 

The sound of the trunk popping open catches her attention and she turns, coming up behind him with excitement when she sees a blanket and a cooler.

 

"Aw, this is so sweet. Is this a picnic?"

 

"Yes it is, smart girl", he kissed her cheek, smacking her hand away when she tried to grab the cooler.

 

"No ma'am. That's my job."

 

"But-"

 

He cut her off with a firm kiss, not minding the smudge of lipstick on his skin, "We'll sit by the tree. Yeah?"

 

She nodded and decided not to argue, letting him take care of everything. He placed the blanket on the grass, smoothing it out before settling down next to her and opening the cooler. An assortment of fruit, snacks, and drinks had her stomach growling as she watched him set it all up with a frown. He wasn't mad, just focused on the task at hand, wanting everything to look pretty because that's what she deserved.

 

"I made the sandwiches since you said you liked them", he said, cutting a piece and feeding it to her, butterflies fluttering throughout her entire body from how attentive he was, feeding her like she was a queen.

 

"They are yummy. I love my surprise, Jimin. Thank you", she beamed, the sun making them glow like beacons in such a dark world.

 

He grinned, proud of himself for making her feel this way and he pulled her in his lap, an intense look on his face as he moved in to kiss her. It was slow and sweet, the warmth of the sun on her back as he went under her shirt to caress her waist.

 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying a relaxing kiss and touches light as a feather, but enough to stir desire within her gut. He pulled away, his nose brushing against hers and his hand moved suddenly, within an instant her mouth was stuffed with a chocolate-covered strawberry, and her cheeks puffed as he laughed.

 

"You look cute like that", his eyes disappeared and she playfully hit his chest, munching off the strawberry while holding the stem.

 

"Very funny you stuffing my mouth with a strawberry", she shook her head at his antics and already knew trouble was coming as soon as he stopped laughing and gave her that look.

 

"I could stuff your mouth with something else if you'd like", he smirked, eyes like a snake, calculating and disturbing.

 

"Want me to ride you, cowboy?", she teased, trying to hide how flustered she was even when he knew her so well.

 

"Yeah, hop on my face and-"

 

His open mouth allowed her to get payback, stuffing a berry in his mouth like he did to her and she bursted out in laughter. He looked hilarious, his cheeks puffed, and a shake of his head had her pulling her phone out to get a few pictures of this moment.

 

He moaned in protest, staying as he was and not making the attempt to pull the fruit out of his mouth because it amused her and she found it special enough to save as a memory.

 

"One sec! You look so cute", she cooed, holding his chin and taking about twenty photos before permitting him to eat it.

 

"Alright alright. There. I'm done", she concluded, slipping her phone into her back pocket, watching as he munched on the red berry.

 

"Mean", he mumbled, a frown on his face and she nudged him.

 

"Hey! You did it to me first, punk!"

 

"Hmph", he sassily turned his head away from her, and she giggled, pulling at his arm.

 

"Aw, are you mad at me?"

 

He sighed, folding as soon as they locked eyes and she looked at him like a puppy, "Never."

 

He pecked her lips and they continued feeding each other while she told him about her new place and how it had an enclosed rooftop pool which she seemed thrilled about. They got onto the topic of movies and from that point, there wasn't much space where silence was held. Although there was a significant age gap between them, they had quite a few things in common.

 

Their love for pop music, spicy noodles, movies, and of course books. She didn't see Jimin as much of a reader, or any man for that matter. But he was, and it was nice to see more of who he was and his interests other than the obvious which was dancing. He went on and on about that too, his passion and hard work for what he loved inspiring her since she felt similarly towards her job as a teacher.

 

"Dancing is freeing to me. It's an easy way to let all your emotions out and escape", he said, her head in his lap and his fingers lost in her hair.

 

"Escape from what?", she asked, moving so she was on her back and could look up at him.

 

He stared at the horizon, the sun setting and the night sky falling upon them, "From myself, my thoughts, my doubts. Everything is so loud and sometimes I feel like I can't handle it."

 

She gazed up at him longingly, seeing his eyes get glossy and her stomach lurches, one of her hands going up to caress his soft cheek, "What's wrong, angel?"

 

"Everything", he whispered, his eyes flicking down to hers and he held the hand that was on his cheek.

 

"I need to be honest with you about some things", he started, her heart racing from the sudden seriousness she felt emitting from him.

 

"Ok."

 

"I like you. A lot. And I know things have been moving fast between us, but I can't stop feeling like this. You do something to me that I can't explain. All I know is that when I'm around you I'm the happiest I've ever felt."

 

Her eyes well up and he kisses the back of her hand, the stars watching from above, the moon hanging like the shine in his eyes, making her heart stir with emotion. His confession brings upon a reality that she's not alone. She has somebody and not only that, he cares for her in the same way she does.

 

"Before you say anything I just want you to listen to me. Yeah?", he said, and once she nodded and let him continue, he moved to lay down on the blanket beside her, both of them gazing at the stars above.

 

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever met. I feel like you're meant for me, that you saved me from myself. Whenever I dance with you, it feels like it's just us and no one else exists. It feels good and I haven't felt that way in...I don't even know. I must sound insane right now but-"

 

He starts to ramble and she grabs ahold of his hand, her eyes reflecting the beams of light glittering amongst the darkness, "You're not insane. You're feeling a lot right now and so am I. Take your time, Jimin. I love listening to you talk."

 

He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes and taking in his surroundings for a moment. The cool breeze and chirping of animals in the woods weren't the thing that calmed him down. It was the scent of citrus, sweet and refreshing to his soul. It was the warm hand holding his with reassurance, her body grounding his. He found his voice, eyes opening to see the sky once his mind was somewhat clear.

 

"You comfort me, Tala. Your voice, your perfume, your skin. I can be myself with you. I can be silly, I can laugh, I can smile and not feel judged", his head turns so he can look at her, and his heart twists when he sees the tears, but she smiles and nods, telling him she's ok.

 

"It's hard to describe what I'm feeling. But what I know is that I've never wanted anything in my life as much as I want you."

 

He softly squeezed her hand, and his heart fluttered when she wiped away her tears and straddled him, her nails scratching down his torso soothingly. Her cheeks were heated, her lashes wet from the tears and although she looked stunning, something inside him grew incredibly dark seeing her in such a state. She was too pretty to cry.

 

"Jimin, are you trying to tell me something?", she sniffled, her tone lighthearted and he softened, mirroring her expression.

 

"I want you to be mine. I want to be more than just your friend. I want to be your lover", he confessed, sitting up and praying in his head that he hadn't crossed a line with her.

 

Her eyes told him everything he needed to know, as did her tears. She was happy, throwing her arms around his neck and crying. He held her tight, afraid she'd slip away and her light would get snuffed out by the darkness. He had to protect her no matter what.

 

"I'm yours, Jimin."

 

Those three words made something snap within him. In seconds her back was on the ground and he was on top of her, his mouth linked with hers and the roughness had her knees weak, heat burning between her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him so he was close. His body fit with hers like a puzzle piece, completing what was missing inside of him.

 

"Say it, again. Say you're mine", he asked, tossing off his shirt as she did the same.

 

"I'm yours. I belong to you", she whispered against his lips, his chain dangling from his neck.

 

"That's right, love. Mine", he licked the side of her neck possessively, biting down on a sensitive spot that had her back arching.

 

"All mine", he panted, marking her neck and grinding against her, her head resting against his arm as his other hand went down to unbutton her jeans.

 

"I want you", she whimpered, his lips harshly sucking the colorful splotches he left along her caramel skin.

 

"Let me feel how bad", he chuckled, his hand diving into her soaked panties and she cried out, his fingers caressing her pussy.

 

"Tala", he said, expecting her to answer him although he wasn't asking anything, only saying her name in a way that had her pulsing.

 

"Yeah?"

 

"You're wet", he grinned, eyes fond as he stared into hers and licked his fingers, her lips parting from the erotic sight.

 

"And it's all for you. Yours to touch. Yours to fill", she said, his hand quick to go back to where it was, between her legs with her thighs closing around his arm.

 

"You need to watch what you say", his voice was low, raspy with desire that she evoked in him, his skin itching to be on hers.

 

"I need more. Please", she looked up at him with big doe eyes, his cock straining against his jeans from the sight.

 

"Whatever you want, love. Just remember your safe word. I don't think I can be gentle with you right now", he warned, tugging off her jeans and panties, and unhooking her bra so he could play with her breasts.

 

He sucked on them, his hand busy as he fingered her and transcended his mouth to her stomach, latching onto her inner thighs while the sound of her arousal echoed in his ears, his blood pulsing.

 

"You're mine", he whispers almost like he's in disbelief, forcing her to finish twice so she's trembling and sensitive.

 

"Yours."

 

He breathes into her, his skin molding with hers as they connect and hold each other under the pale moonlight. The breeze sends a chill down their spines, but the heat and passion of one another are enough to satisfy their aching flesh.

 

He takes her again and again, tears flowing from his eyes that he's quick to wipe away. He's so scared but he can't find a reason to stop when it feels this good. Her moans, her voice calling out his name like he's the one bringing her to life. He'll do what he needs to, whatever he can to keep her by his side.

 

"Mine"

"Ours"

"Never alone"

Chapter 6

The new semester had just started, so Tala made sure to wake up an hour earlier than usual to get her morning routine done and head to university. She thought of messaging Jimin as a reminder to wake up since she knew he was in school working to get his degree in Fine Arts and he was starting classes the same day she was.

 

 

 

She sent him a quick text wishing him a good day but assumed he was still asleep considering teachers always had to get to the schools earlier than the students. The sun was rising and she greeted one of her colleagues Seokjin who was right down the hall from her, a good friend of hers. They took a few minutes to catch up before she unlocked her doors and turned on the lights, setting up her lecture before heading into her office.

 

 

 

Her phone buzzed as soon as she sat down, a smile gracing her lips at the thought of it being him. She was pleased to see a winky face emoji along with a sweet message and a cute picture of his sleepy face. She put down her phone, feeling ready for the day since she had a good wake-up call, and that was the reality that she was his and had been for a few weeks now.

 

 

 

Tala was turning over a new leaf, Leon in the past and Jimin as her present, the future holding whatever surprises she was looking forward to. School was back in session, although bittersweet in some ways because of what it reminded her of. A life she could never have. But having him was enough for now. She felt inspired, and much like he was saying that night, she knew she could be herself without judgment.

 

 

 

Jimin was a wildcard, bold and blunt, and the complete opposite of her. She was reserved and had a tender nature, so it was interesting to be with someone who showed her a new path, and brought out a different side of her that she didn't even know she had. She's not one for clubbing or going out, but that was something they liked to do together.

 

 

 

He was a gift from the angels above, truly a wonderful specimen that had her pinching her arm a few times a day just to make sure she wasn't dreaming. He was real, his skin soft, his laugh addictive. Everything about him was new and refreshing, a chance to start anew and live without restraint.

 

 

 

Snapping out of her daze, she realized she was at work and should start acting like it by not swooning over him every second. Once her computer was turned on, the lamp on her desk provided soft lighting in the room, she started going over the materials for today and throughout the week. She checked her list of students, making sure her numbers matched.

 

 

 

She scrolled to the last class of the day, a certain name catching her attention. With a frown, she clicked upon the student's profile, her hand flying over her mouth in shock as she saw his photo ID pop up, his information laid out in bold black letters. Park Jimin, age 22, male, Asian, majored in dance.

 

 

 

"Oh my god. What have I done." She ran her fingers through her hair, staring in horror at her computer screen.

 

 

 

She started disassociating, turning off the computer and staring at the mahogany wood desk for a good half hour, paying no mind to the fact that she had a class in about an hour. Her heart hammered heavily in her chest, disbelief hanging heavily over her head. Ironic that she was a teacher, he was a student, and somehow neither of them cared to mention what university they went to.

 

 

 

She should've known, she should've put the pieces together and asked. But no, she was too enthralled with him to ask such a crucial question. He was her student. She was his teacher. As if the age gap between them wasn't controversial enough, they now had to have a professional relationship on top of being romantically involved.

 

 

 

"I'm so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid." She thudded her forehead repeatedly against the wood, hoping one of these hits would knock some sense into her.

 

 

 

She's older and you'd think she would be wiser, and more careful considering the terrain she's been in all her life, stuck in a marriage that turned bitter in the end. You'd think she's learned a lesson and maybe take some time to be alone and find herself when she didn't have to. Jimin did that for her.

 

 

 

How the hell was this supposed to work? They're already in a relationship, but it's too risky to be involved when she could lose her job and his education was at risk. That wasn't fair to him, this whole thing wasn't fair. As soon as that house of cards was built it all came tumbling down with one gust of wind.

 

 

 

She started crying, finding it hard to process the information she'd just learned. This was wrong, so fucking wrong and yet it didn't feel that way. She still wanted him, she wanted to make this work somehow but how would he react? Would he get scared and run away? Would he blame her for this and turn hateful?

 

 

 

The fear gnawed at her skin like rodents, her throat dry from emotion which she made a note to fix considering she had to lecture a class of 50 students. As soon as the water started flowing steadily, the dam broke and now she's drowning. She doesn't know what to do other than be completely honest with him. She's Mrs. Martinez, she's married, and she's his teacher.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

🌑💄🌑💄🌑💄

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was nice that his last class of the day was right down the hall, Literary Analysis, his mandatory English course. He was fond of reading and enjoyed the subject so it's not like he was complaining. Not to mention the fact that he's sure whoever the teacher is will be a relief from Mr. Kim. Handsome guy and intelligent but shit he was scary.

 

 

 

The guy gave him a sharp look as he and the other students left the class, probably because he got called out a few times for daydreaming and talking to himself. Embarrassingly enough, he really couldn't help it and didn't bother to try and fix the situation either. The things in his head, the nasty little voices, like parasites, he had always justified. Doesn't everyone have voices in their heads?

 

 

 

They started to quiet down once he got into his next class, too focused on finding a seat to look at the professor who welcomed them in enthusiastically. His head was quiet for the first time today once he sat down on the far left side of the class, unzipping his bag to bring out his textbook along with his laptop and pens.

 

 

 

"Good afternoon everyone. I'm Mrs. Martinez, your Literary Analysis professor for this semester. Take a few minutes to get yourselves together and then we'll get started."

 

 

 

His ears popped and his heart staggered in his chest when he saw a familiar face, ruby red lips spread into a smile as she talked to a few students and went around greeting everyone like the personable woman she was.

 

 

 

Tala? She's his professor? And wait hold on...Mrs. Martinez?! She's fucking married? The room started to spin, his mind spiraling from the influx of voices and questions. Why the hell didn't he put two and two together? She mentioned teaching at a university. Why didn't he ask which one?

 

 

 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's so screwed, the truth settling in now after a few minutes of staring at her, not picking up a word of what she's saying as she starts her lecture. She's his professor, she's married, she's fucking married and he's her boyfriend. He needed answers now. The whole class he couldn't focus on what she was teaching, the sense of betrayal like a snake coiling around his lungs, making him breathe heavily.

 

 

 

He was supposed to be doing his work, which he did, very slow at that. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, screaming in his head for her to just look at him and see what she'd done. Almost comically at that moment, she shuffles some papers into a stack and looks up at her class, immediately locking eyes with the boy in glasses, his hair slicked back neatly, and a soft brown sweater covering his body, his lip piercing nowhere in sight.

 

 

 

Her heart swells and sinks to the ground, her gaze flickering back down to focus on whatever she was doing. His jaw clenched like his fist, aggressively typing on his laptop to submit his work. He leaned back in his seat, a frown etched across his face that would most likely form permanent lines if he kept doing that.

 

 

 

What a lying bitch

 

Married? Are we just a toy for her?

 

She looks so pretty like that though

 

 

 

He snapped, mumbling to himself. "Don't call her that."

 

 

 

"Huh?" The student next to him said, Jimin shaking out of his state to realize someone was talking to him.

 

 

 

"Nothing. Sorry." He responded softly, trying not to come off as aggressive and the boy just nodded, figuring he was talking to himself.

 

 

 

You're so stupid, Jimin. To think you could ever have peace

 

You mean we?

 

Just shut up!

 

 

 

Jimin shook his head, sighing heavily while rubbing his aching temples. He did not have time to deal with them, he needed to focus on her and find a way to get some sort of explanation. Whatever it was he was sure there was good reason for this. Married? He never once saw a ring. Maybe they're divorced?

 

 

 

God his brain won't stop, not even for a second so he can catch his breath. His heart fills with dread, already preparing for the worst. But she doesn't seem like that type of woman. She was so real with him, she cried in his arms, and she held him like he was the moon and she was the sun.

 

 

 

There were about twenty minutes left in class, a student occasionally raising their hand to ask a question and he hung onto every word she said. The sound of her voice made his knees wobbly, a sick feeling growing in his gut as the minutes ticked by and he prepared to speed out of the room as if he was never there.

 

 

 

"Bye, everyone! Have a good rest of your day!" Her voice rings through the air, causing him to look up and realize everyone is leaving.

 

 

 

He rushes to pack his stuff, whispering in his ears as he tries to hide in the crowd but his attempt at escaping fails when her voice is heard once again.

 

 

 

"Jimin? Can I see you in my office please?" Her direct tone felt different than usual, still kind, but authoritative and it had his heart rattling against his ribcage, his whole body vibrating when they caught eyes and he gave a nod.

 

 

 

The rest of the students filed out, the door closing behind them. Once they're gone she heads to her office, holding the door open for him and he reluctantly walks in. She locks it behind him, the smell of her perfume now choking him as she walks past and moves behind her desk, turning the lamp on so they have more lighting.

 

 

 

"Sit please." She says, not looking at him as she situates herself and organizes the papers on her desk.

 

 

 

His feet are like lead, the tension heavy between them, and not in a good way. He's angry, he's hurt, and far more confused than he's ever been. Once he sat in front of her desk, his backpack by his feet, she looked up at him, her expression unreadable.

 

 

 

"This is awkward." She states, hands folding on top of the mahogany wood, the ends of her bangs barely tickling the top of her eyelids.

 

 

 

"I'd say so." He responded coldly, crossing his arms over his chest.

 

 

 

Although he looked very different from his usual style, more so cute than sexy, it was still him. The anger was what scared her. She's never seen him look at her like that before, or even speak to her with that tone. It made her anxious.

 

 

 

"I know you're probably confused and I should've mentioned that I worked here-"

 

 

 

He scoffed, shaking his head at her. "I don't give a flying fuck that you're my professor."

 

 

 

Leaning forward, his eyes scanned hers, tearing her apart under a scrutinizing gaze that made her feel vulnerable. "You're married."

 

 

 

Those words hit her chest like bricks, and there's a sickness growing in her body that tightens around her throat as she responds. "It's complicated."

 

 

 

His gaze hardens into a scowl. "It's not. You're Mrs. Martinez. You have a husband."

 

 

 

"I said it's complicated", she sighed, no real fight in her voice and she was starting to get choked up, "We're getting divorced. He doesn't love me."

 

 

 

"But do you love him?" He asked almost accusingly, and she gulped thickly.

 

 

 

"I'm moving on. You've got to understand that he and I were together most of my life. All I knew was him until I met you." Her eyes flooded with tears, which she blinked away.

 

 

 

His gaze softened, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he rubbed his eyes, his glasses moving as he did so before he adjusted them and crossed one leg over the other. "You lied."

 

 

 

"No, I just didn't tell you something." She corrected, but he snapped back, eyes sharp with defense.

 

 

 

He continued to argue. "No, you did lie. You said you were mine. You're not. You're his."

 

 

 

His words felt like poison in her veins, curdling her blood and seizing her lungs of oxygen. He was wrong, so wrong and she couldn't blame him for thinking that. She knows she should've told him, but how could she? He would've run away.

 

 

 

"No Jimin, I'm yours. My name doesn't matter. Whatever legal ties he and I have mean nothing because you're the one I want. You're my lover. Not him." She sniffles, followed by a few deep breaths to calm down.

 

 

 

"How am I supposed to believe that after you kept something like this from me?" He asked a hard question she was unprepared for, but she found a way to answer him because that's what he deserved.

 

 

 

A shrug and a defeated smile on her face tells him all he needs. "I don't know, Jimin. I just thought it was better to keep this away from you. I didn't want you to leave me. I was scared."

 

 

 

"And I told you you don't need to be scared of me. Didn't I?" He asked, his face neutral and tone much calmer, completely different from how he was moments ago.

 

 

 

"Yes." She mumbled, shame written all over her face as she played with the rings on her fingers nervously.

 

 

 

He stood from his seat, making his way around to her. His hand on the back of her neck made her melt instantly, eyes fluttering before he pulled her from the seat, and his body trapped her between the desk. Her hands held onto the edge, his eyes tracing every feature of hers up close, the tension between them untamed and dangerous.

 

 

 

"Jimin I-"

 

 

 

"Don't apologize." He whispered, his fingers caressing the sides of her face, committing her skin to memory.

 

 

 

"I hurt you and I didn't mean to." She said as he hushed her, his hand stroking the top of her head soothingly before he placed a firm kiss on her forehead.

 

 

 

"You said you're mine and I believe you. You belong to me." He stated, a nod in response as she stared longingly up at him.

 

 

 

"Yes. I'm yours. But Jimin...I'm your professor. You're my student. It's wrong." She responded unsurely, confused about what to do now that everything has come out into the harsh light.

 

 

 

"I said I don't care. We'll make this work. No matter the risks." He reassured, passion burning in his eyes as he went down to kiss her neck like an apology.

 

 

 

"I could lose my job if someone catches us." She gasped, tilting her head back as he licked her throat, a firm kiss planted on her chin.

 

 

 

"I'll take care of you. Don't worry about it." He mumbled into her skin, his hands unbuttoning the silk cream blouse she wore, her breasts coming into view and he licked between them.

 

 

 

"Jimin someone could see us." She breathed out, moaning in surprise when he suddenly spun her around and bent her over the desk, the zipper of her pencil skirt being pulled down so the material fell at her ankles.

 

 

 

"You locked the door, love. We'll be alright." He reminded, a firm slap on her ass making her body jolt, aroused from the sensation as he repeated it a few times, her back arching as he slid her panties to the side.

 

 

 

Regardless of them re-establishing their relationship and her explanations for this unexpected mess they found themselves in, she knew he was still upset. He was a physical person and liked to take his emotions in his hands quite literally speaking.

 

 

 

"You broke my heart, Tala. You see what you do to me?" He slid his fingers inside, her mouth falling open as he moved them at a grueling pace.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry, angel. I'm so sorry. You know how much I care about you. I made a mistake. I'm stupid and I-"

 

 

 

He cut off her ramblings with another harsh slap, her hole squeezing around his fingers, taking off the blouse so he could kiss her spine. Her bra was next, discarded on the floor.

 

 

 

"I know you're sorry and you're gonna make it up to me aren't you?" He asked, and she nodded feverishly, desperate for more so she'd say anything to make him happy again.

 

 

 

"Yes. I'll make it up to you, angel. I won't hurt you." She whined, her hips moving back against his fingers, silently begging for him to go faster.

 

 

 

"You pissed me off and now I need to use you. Understand?" He unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers, his sweater on the ground along with her bra and blouse.

 

 

 

"Yes, baby."

 

 

 

Those words excited her, and once he pulled his fingers out, he replaced them with his cock, slowly filling her up and smirking when he heard her choke.

 

 

 

"Oh? Too deep?" He mocked, slamming his hips against hers to make her squeal.

 

 

 

She held onto the edge of the desk, the harsh slaps of their skin filling the room along with quiet groans and her whimpers.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry, Jimin." She repeated, attempting to keep the noise down even when that felt impossible from the angle and the rough pace he was going at.

 

 

 

"Stop staying sorry, love. You're mine, yeah?" He asked, and she replied with a shaky yes, drooling from the impending orgasm creeping up on her.

 

 

 

"Then there's nothing to be sorry about. Just let me fuck this pussy. You need to know how important you are to me." He slapped her ass, her skin red from his abuse, and the sight had him going feral.

 

 

 

The desk was sturdy but shaking, a few things falling off and clattering on the carpet which neither of them cared about. He chuckled hotly when she kicked out of her heels and skirt that pooled at her feet to lift her thigh onto the desk.

 

 

 

"Oh, look at you taking my cock so well. Do you like it when I use you like this? Take out my frustrations on you?" He slapped her ass again, holding her thigh and going deeper, his balls slapping against her clit.

 

 

 

Her eyes were rolling and she was so close she couldn't string words together to form a sentence. It was adorable honestly, her ass jiggling from the back-shots, but nothing compared to seeing her face when she came. He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him, landing a kiss on the side of her neck before spinning her around and laying her back on the desk.

 

 

 

Her lips were smudged like his probably were which he made a note to fix before leaving the office, not too worried about appearances in the moment. Right now, his body was on fire and he needed to see her fucked out face. He cooed when he slid back inside and she let out the cutest whimper, her pussy squeezing around his cock, knowing she was close.

 

 

 

"Aw, look at you. What a mess you are." He praised fondly, leaning down to kiss her lips before pounding into her again, his hands grabbing her hips.

 

 

 

"J-Jimin..." She wiped the drool spilling from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, back arching off the desk.

 

 

 

"Yes, love?"

 

 

 

She let out a heavy moan, a sound that made his stomach churn in particular because she was close. She was right there and so was he.

 

 

 

"Close." She moaned out, taking what little strength she had to lift herself on her elbows and watch him ruin her.

 

 

 

"Whenever you're ready, love."

 

 

 

A few more thrusts and she's coming, warm liquid spilling onto his cock and he pulls out, rubbing it along her pussy and smacking the head against her clit a few times so he could hear her cries.

 

 

 

"Cum inside." She whined, lips in a pout, and his heart almost stops, a shaky exhale leaving him as he debates on whether or not that was a good idea.

 

 

 

"I'm not sure if that's-"

 

 

 

"Please, Jimin. Please cum inside. I want you filling me up." She rubbed herself on his cock, seeking something he was heavily considering.

 

 

 

"Fuck it. If that's what you want." He groaned deeply, plunging back into her, and within less than a minute, he was finishing inside of her.

 

 

 

A few strands of his hair fell on his sweaty forehead, a flush to his cheeks, and a heavy look in his eyes as he watched it spill out of her and onto the desk. She hummed in pleasure, the warm sensation making her stomach flutter. She looked so precious full of his cum, her face glowing like a thousand rays from the sun.

 

 

 

"Happy now?" She asked with a nervous laugh, hoping that the post-nut clarity wouldn't turn him cold.

 

 

 

"Very." He replied, panting and his heated gaze made her feel a certain type of way, moving to hold him with no mind to their mess.

 

 

 

"Forgive me?" She whispered, her head against his chest where she could feel his heartbeat syncing with her own.

 

 

 

"Always."

Chapter 7

It's been an odd week for both of them. On one hand, she's busy with her teachings and anxious about Jimin because they haven't been talking. A brief greeting in which only consisted of a nod but other than that, no texts, no calls. Just nothing. She's beginning to wonder if maybe she screwed up a little too much this time. If maybe he's distancing himself to make this easier for the both of them.

 

 

 

In that case, she can't entirely blame him. Infidelity is serious and although she and Leon are in the process of divorce, she's still technically his wife just like he's her husband. Not to mention the fact that he was completely kept in the dark. Maybe he'd never have to find out this way. She was hanging onto the maybe.

 

 

 

On his side, he hated being away from her. Every morning he typed out a message before deleting it, only to do the same thing over and over throughout the day. Whether it be because he saw something and wanted to tell her about it, or because he felt the need to check in and make sure everything was going well.

 

 

 

He didn't like this, whatever was happening between them right now. Their relationship is fairly new and it took such a heavy blow right in the beginning. It was devastating to find out that she was married. No matter what she said about being his, those irritating whispers were blowing through his ears.

 

 

 

Tala is married. She's been with someone for years and didn't tell him. Now they might've had a little make-up session in the office but he needed more. Regardless of how empathetic he was towards her and her situation, it wasn't fair that something this sweet had to turn sour.

 

 

 

He was fighting for her but right now he needs her to step up and show him she's serious about what they have. It started from a random hook up and it swung in a direction that both of them were willing to go in without any preparation. Many times he's shown her what this was to him and what she was. He needed her to do the same.

 

 

 

Every day that passed since their last conversation he would replay it in his mind. She said she was scared and that broke his heart. Dealing with these new emotions was stressful enough, having to find ways to express them without hurting her. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

 

 

 

Jimin figured that they both needed some space for the time being. They still gave each other not-so-subtle looks during class, tension between them whenever she called on him to answer a question in class. It was something for him to see and realize that she was still there, she was within his grasp, but was he?

 

 

 

Would she reach out? If so, would she want to hold onto him the way he's been holding onto her? So many questions, so much bullshit homework to do, and right now he needed a sign. A text, one fucking emoji would be enough to settle his mind right now. He's at his place, a few papers next to him as he stares at the blank document on his laptop screen that he's supposed to be writing on.

 

 

 

He turned his phone over, lifting his glasses to rub his eyes as he blinked heavily at the screen, contemplating if he should make the first move and assure her that he still cares and always will. If she needs more time he can be there to support her. He's counting the days, the hours, the minutes until she says something to him.

 

 

 

His phone buzzes and he nearly jumps out of his skin when her contact pops up as an incoming call. He inhaled shakily, his hands unsteady as he answered and put the phone on speaker so he could hear her voice loud and clear. His heart thumped and whatever was in his head quieted down so he could think.

 

 

 

"Jimin? You there?"

 

 

 

Her voice felt like a blanket around his shoulders, the hairs on the back of his neck standing as he hears her after what felt like centuries of silence. Like the light shining at the end of the tunnel, he found himself running towards it.

 

 

 

"Yes, love. What's wrong?"

 

 

 

"Nothing. I was just hoping that maybe you'd want to come over. I made dinner and we need to talk. It's been a few days." She says, pausing a few times, feeling awkward because of the distance between them.

 

 

 

"Jimin?" She called out, and he realized he'd been in his head this entire time, too happy to hear her voice that he hadn't even processed her words in the moment.

 

 

 

"Sorry. I'm listening. Is it good if I head over now?" He asked, already shutting down his laptop and scrambling into his room to toss clothes around and decide what to wear.

 

 

 

"Yeah. Take your time. I'll be ready whenever you are, angel."

 

 

 

The nickname had him blushing, smiling to himself like an idiot and they bid their goodbyes. His stomach was fluttering the entire time he got ready, quickly freshening up in the bathroom, brushing his hair, and doing a smoky eye before putting some gloss on his lips.

 

 

 

He slipped on his rings, dressed in a graphic tee to pair with his baggy jeans, going for a more grunge look while adding a chain, a cross-dangly earring, and an oversized leather jacket to tie it all together. Once he slipped on his shoes, grabbed his essentials, and stuffed them in his jacket, he made his way to the Lexus parked close by the exit.

 

 

 

Jimin was anxious, a sense of dread pooling in the pit of his stomach as he drove to her new apartment complex. He hadn't been inside yet but was looking forward to seeing her space, wondering what it looked like, and exploring more of her taste and personality.

 

 

 

Trying his best to not dwell on his worries too much, the thought of holding her, kissing her made all that go away for a moment. The scent of her lingered in his car and a deep pang knocked the breath out of his chest. He hated to admit this to himself but he was scared. He didn't like how things were right now. He needed to talk to her every day or else he didn't feel right.

 

 

 

Yes, perhaps he's a tad clingy but can you blame him? He's never been romantically interested in anyone ever and now that he is, he doesn't know whether to cry, scream, or throw up. Now bending her over sounds like a good plan but shit he needs to focus. They're having some problems right now and he's hyping himself up before he's ready to go in.

 

 

 

"You got this. Deep breaths. Everything's gonna be fine. It's all gonna work out."

 

 

 

You'd think that would help. It did until only he and himself could be blamed for the sudden drop in his confidence. Little snakes taking jabs at his brain, they crept in and slithered through his veins like poison.

 

 

 

You've lost her you idiot

 

Relax, he's got this

 

If we lose her, what the hell do we have? What do you have Jimin?

 

 

 

With a shaky breath, he took the key out of the ignition and made his way into the building. He reread the message she sent him, her floor and room number since this was his first time being inside. It was a nice place, closer to him than the other complex she lived in before. His heart hammered, contemplating for a few moments as he stood face to face with her door.

 

 

 

Go in you dumbass

 

Knock on the goddamn door!

 

I wonder what she made to eat

 

 

 

"Shut up and let me handle this." He grumbled in annoyance, his fist rising to knock on the door thrice.

 

 

 

A few moments later the door opened and there she was, still dressed in her work attire. A silk maroon blouse, and a black pencil skirt, bare of any jewelry besides the star necklace dangling on her neck. She took his breath away and he could tell by her eyes that she felt the same, relieved he was here.

 

 

 

"Hey, angel. You look good. Why don't you come on in? I'm sure you're hungry." She smiled nervously as she stepped aside to let him in, closing the door behind him.

 

 

 

Her eyes fluttered closed as he came in, the whiff of his cologne casting some sort of spell on her. She wanted to sink into him, pull his clothes off, and show him how much she missed him. Those lustful thoughts are soon canned when he takes off his shoes and she snaps out of her imagination, luckily not caught in the moment.

 

 

 

"Sorry for calling you so late. How's your day been?" She asked once they sat down at a circular dining table.

 

 

 

He admired the effort she put in and inhaled the aroma of food in front of him before taking a look around the place. It was cozy, it was her, and he felt at home here already.

 

 

 

"I think we can both skip the small talk. I'm not here to tell you about my day Tala." He responded, cutting to the chase and she wasn't surprised by his bluntness, nodding in agreement.

 

 

 

"Yeah, you've got a point. It's been a bit stiff between us the last few days. My fault of course." She admits, and he takes off his jacket, getting up to put it in the closet by the door, making his way back into his seat since he knows he'll end up staying anyway.

 

 

 

"I figured you needed some space. You're going through a lot right now." He said, doing his best to make her feel less guilty because after all, he cared and this showed she did too.

 

 

 

"I know the point of this is that we do everything together. I have my shit, you do too, and we share the burden. And to start that off you need the truth. The whole truth."

 

 

 

He nodded, glancing at the tall glass of water next to his steaming plate. He didn't dare look at the food, far too worked up to feel any urge to eat. Instead, he gulped down the entire glass to cool himself down, already feeling sick to his stomach.

 

 

 

"Go on. I'm listening." He reassured, his eyes focused on her and she relaxed in her chair, staring at the table distantly while reminiscing the past.

 

 

 

"I guess the easiest way to explain this is to start from the beginning. I was young, vacationing with my grandparents in Italy the summer before college. I met Leon at one of the museums. He and I talked for hours about everything. He was a little older, not by much, but I was so smitten with him." She started, long-lost emotions coming back that she wished to keep buried.

 

 

 

Jimin lingered on every word, his heart squeezing at the sight of her glossy eyes. Whatever this was, it was only just beginning and he had an intense pull at his body, telling him this was going to be rough.

 

 

 

"We would hang out on the beach almost every day, walking along the shoreline hand in hand. I remember the smell of the ocean. The salt in my hair, the sun beaming down on us. It felt so good. Like a dream." She smiles sadly, wiping her eyes and taking a sip of water to help with the tightness in her throat.

 

 

 

"I was stupidly in love with him. Once we were back home, I took it as a sign that we both lived in New York. We continued talking, we went out on dates, met each other's parents. His family was so different than mine. Rich. Everything my mom and dad hated. We grew up lower class and they thought it was disrespectful the way Leon and his family treated us."

 

 

 

"Of course, I didn't see it at the time. I ignored all their snide remarks, I was blind to everything until it was too late. Leon and I were in love, and I turned my back on my parents. He was the world to me, he was an escape from my old life. All I wanted was to get married and have a family, so that's what we did."

 

 

 

"We got married and my parents got sick shortly after I graduated college. I wasn't there for them like I should've been. So focused on my new husband and new life that I shunned them out. I was angry at them for being so selfish, and for trying to hold me back from being happy. But they were just looking out for me. They knew all along what I didn't and I should've listened to them." She cries, and Jimin quickly gets up from his chair to lead her into the living room so he could properly hold her.

 

 

 

It took a few minutes for her to settle down, him whispering sweet words in her ear while kissing her head and rubbing her back. After wiping her tears and reassuring him that she's ok to keep talking she continues from where she left off.

 

 

 

"My parents died in the hospital and I wasn't there with them. It haunted me for weeks and I could barely focus on anything. Leon took care of me. I didn't have a job at the time but he didn't care. He always took care of me, and I fell harder than I ever had before."

 

 

 

"As years passed, he and I grew in our careers. I became a professor at an Ivy League university with the help of his family's influence, and he took over the company after his father. We both made it in life, everything was perfect, we were perfect."

 

 

 

Her expression grows dark and she grabs his hand, kissing his knuckles for a few moments as silence lingers. That sick feeling returned to gnaw at her guts, her throat scratchy from crying and her mouth dry.

 

 

 

"He and I decided to wait a while for kids. We wanted to establish something for ourselves before starting something new. A little while after he took over the company we started trying. We weren't impatient about it but we were both eager. After about two years of nothing we started getting worried."

 

 

 

"His family had a history of conception difficulties so we went to the doctor. He took pills, we did all this stuff we read online and nothing worked. I told him it wasn't a big deal, and that we could always adopt. But he was obsessed with having his own. He wanted an heir to pass everything down to and keep a healthy bloodline going."

 

 

 

She scoffed, shaking her head. "Things took a turn for the worst. We started fighting all the time, he got heavy with a bottle and he started slipping up at work. His parents weren't happy with that, but they couldn't blame the golden boy. They turned it on me, they poisoned him against me and he started getting violent."

 

 

 

Jimin's ears perked, an insensible sort of rage filling his body that he'd never felt before. Regardless of how much he wanted to say, how much he wanted to rip that pathetic excuse of a man into shreds, this was her pain. This was her story and he wasn't going to make this about him.

 

 

 

"He never hit me, but I was afraid he would. He would smash things, punch the wall, grab me and shake me. Any little thing I did he'd be watching over my shoulder, telling me I did it wrong. Telling me I was worthless. I went to the doctor after all this because I was starting to think that maybe his parents were right. That it was my fault."

 

 

 

Her bottom lip wobbled and he held her cheek in his palm, soothing her any way he could. "They told me I couldn't have kids. It was impossible. I felt so numb I barely remember driving home to tell him that. From that day on my whole world was gone. We didn't speak for months but we still lived together, we still went to work, we were still married. It was like I was a machine, waking up every morning to do the same thing every day, stuck in an endless loop."

 

 

 

"I can't have kids, I couldn't give him what he wanted so I didn't mean anything to him. I didn't know why he stayed as long as he did until he told me he liked to see me breaking. Months turned into years. We were fighting again, he was ruthless, showing me his true colors. I was just a breeding cow to him. A thing to carry his babies. Nothing more."

 

 

 

He held her tighter, closing his eyes so the tears wouldn't spill down his cheeks. "And then one day I decided to stop. I put on a dress and I went out to a club to find somebody to fill the void."

 

 

 

She glanced up at him, her glossy doe eyes tugging at the strings of his heart like a puppeteer. "That's when I met you."

 

 

 

"You were so much more than I thought you would've been. You didn't just fill a void, you brought me back to life. All the pain, all the suffering, it was all meant for me."

 

 

 

"Tala don't say that." He shook his head, stroking her hair and looking at her sympathetically.

 

 

 

"But it's true. All of it led me to you." She sniffled, his thumb swiping across the top of her cheeks to make the tears go away.

 

 

 

"You didn't deserve any of it. The way he treated you, the things he said, he's wrong. You're everything. He wasn't good enough for you. You understand that right?" He asked, needing to make sure she never believed her husband.

 

 

 

"But Jimin...all I've ever wanted was a family. I can't even have that", her body slumped hopelessly, "What am I supposed to do with myself?"

 

 

 

He held her face, his sharp eyes melting from the sun in the palm of his hands. "You have me. You and I can build something together. What we have is special and I'm never going to give up on us."

 

 

 

"Promise me, Jimin", her voice wavered, "Promise me you won't leave me. I don't know if I could live if you did."

 

 

 

"I won't leave. I care too much about you. You mean the world to me." He reassured, his gaze passionate and she kissed him like it was her last breath, the both of them holding each other tight.

 

 

 

The intensity of the moment had them both reeling, hearts heavy and regrets behind them now. They can't change the past, they can't change what they've done even if they wanted to. She knew it led her to him, and he was never a believer, but because of her, he was starting to become one.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry for not telling you." She pulls away, eyes flickering to read his.

 

 

 

He melted with a smile. "It's ok, Tala. That was a lot. Do you feel better?"

 

 

 

"Yeah. Much better." She breathed out, a low hum leaving her lips when he ran his fingers through her hair and massaged her neck.

 

 

 

"I just want to say how sorry I am for what happened. You're a good woman, a good person, and I'm sure you made a damn good wife." He praised, hoping to get her out of this melancholy and he succeeded in doing that, a smile reaching her lips and eyes.

 

 

 

"You're just saying that to make me feel better aren't you?" She grinned, every bit of pain leaving her as soon as she saw that beautiful smile of his, eyes scrunched into moons.

 

 

 

"No, love. I'm saying it because as your boyfriend I think you're an amazing girlfriend. You as a wife? Even more special." He complimented, her face flushing as he kissed her again and rested his forehead against hers, breathing her in.

 

 

 

The days without her felt like years. The smell of her molding together the pieces of him that had been chipped away from their distance. She took the time to analyze his face up close. The small bump of his nose, his doll lips, and when he opens his eyes, she gets lost in orbs of endless night. Dark and sweet like chocolate.

 

 

 

"I think the food is cold." He comments out of the blue, the timing making the both of them share laughter.

 

 

 

"I don't care about the food right now." She pushes him back on the couch, climbing on top of him to rest her face in the crook of his neck while he holds her.

 

 

 

"I need a nap." She mumbles, the vibration of her mouth against his skin making him squirm since it tickled.

 

 

 

"Ok, love. Whatever you need. Rest your pretty little head." He beamed, her body relaxing on top of his.

 

 

 

She fell asleep fast, he figured she would because of her breakdown earlier. As he watched her sleep, tracing the slope of her nose and her lips, he wondered to himself what kind of person, what kind of man could hurt such a beautiful woman.

 

 

 

Being her student, he saw a lot of how she was around others, the way she treated people, and everything. She was loving and accepting of everyone, always making sure no one felt left out. She was a lot like a mother figure and he admired her for the big heart she had. She was a giving person, doing what she could to help and standing up for what was right.

 

 

 

How could anyone hurt her? She's such a good person, and it boils his blood to know that she was taken advantage of by a man who didn't know how to treat her, let alone have the privilege of being her husband. He felt special being her boyfriend and she always made sure of that.

 

 

 

As a man, he can't even begin to imagine the devastation a woman feels when she's told she can't have children. For some that isn't an issue, not everyone wants kids, and not every person is meant to be a parent. But Tala? She felt her purpose in life was to have a husband and to be a mother. That's all she ever wanted.

 

 

 

To hear that it's not possible must've been heartbreaking for her. It scared Jimin when she told him how crushed she was to the point of feeling numb. It's a dangerous feeling living life in that state. She was going through something so hard and instead of being by her side and supporting her Leon made it so much worse. 

 

 

 

Jimin would never do something like that to her. After this uncomfortable conversation that they've had, he sees her in a whole new light now. She's so much stronger than she thinks she is. Being in an abusive relationship isn't easy, it couldn't have been when she loved Leon that much. She still had hope holding out for them, regardless of his hatred, her love for him allowed her to see light in a dark, empty hole that she was buried in.

 

 

 

He felt the slightest bit jealous even when he shouldn't. He knew it was stupid to feel such a selfish emotion, but when he had her in his arms like this, how could he not feel jealous that another man had his greedy hands on this precious woman only to use her? That jealousy morphed into a lethal rage that shook his bones, his hands starting to shake and he had to ignore the voices in his head and focus on her breathing, her warm skin, and the scent of her wavy hair.

 

 

 

He inhaled and exhaled, his blood heated and he decided he needed to cool down on his own. Gently moving her off of him, he slid off the couch and onto his feet, tucking a throw pillow under her head for support. Seeing her phone on the counter, he got a bad idea and decided fuck it, he's going all in.

 

 

 

What she told him tonight lit a fire he knew was inside him, but he wasn't expecting it to grow like this. The whispers got so loud, on the verge of screams and he locked the bathroom door, gripping the counters as he stared into his daunting expression full of amusement even when he wasn't.

 

 

 

"Stop. I know what you're doing." He mumbled, and the reflection laughed mockingly with his arms crossed.

 

 

 

" Me? You mean you?" The man in the mirror scoffed, judgmentally eyeing Jimin from head to toe.

 

 

 

"We can't do this. Not again. It's been years and we agreed to leave this behind us." Jimin kept his voice low, but he was angry at him, angry at himself.

 

 

 

"That was before her" , his reflection said, eyes black and soulless, "She's changed everything."

 

 

 

"I'm not risking anything. I need to keep myself, us, under control. Or else-"

 

 

 

"Or else what? What will you do Jimin? Get rid of us?" , the reflection laughed and it twisted his guts, "You're nothing, Jimin. You need us. You need all the ugly parts of you so that you can shine. Isn't that right?"

 

 

 

Jimin clenched his jaw, veins protruding from his arms. "Don't start with me. We're not doing this. I care about her."

 

 

 

"So do we." The mirror said, winking at the man who was on the verge of tears.

 

 

 

"We need to be better. I need to be better. For her." Jimin explained, trying to bury those parts of him away so he wouldn't do something he'd regret.

 

 

 

"You want to kill him, don't you? I know I do."

 

 

 

Jimin was his own worst enemy. He clutched the side of his head that started aching, nausea chilling his skin and turning his mouth sour. He was being manipulated by his worst self, and he was disturbed that he wasn't strong enough to fight back.

 

 

 

"I'm sure you would. But we agreed-"

 

 

 

"Shut up, Jimin. Stop being so stupid." His reflection seethed, his mind like a deadly disease.

 

 

 

"You know you want to. After all if you didn't, I wouldn't feel this way either." He grinned maliciously, the temptation rising and difficult to resist for long.

 

 

 

"We can't just kill him. Even if I want to because he hurt her it's wrong. I can't risk it. I don't want to lose her." He breathed out, eyes strong and body stabilizing.

 

 

 

"I'm in control. You are only a part of me. I'm the one making the decisions. Not you." Jimin stared in the mirror with determination, evil mocking him.

 

 

 

"If that's what you think. Have fun living in your delusions, Jimin. But you'll crack. Sooner or later, you'll give in and realize your worst self is your best self." The false reflection faded into the man standing in the mirror.

 

 

 

It was just him there, staring at his true self, considering the parts that could be true. He glanced at her phone, debating on what he should do. No whispering in his head urged him to do this but he did it anyway. He went through her phone to find her old address, the floor, and apartment number. Everything. Once that was taken care of, the knowledge saved in the back of his mind just in case, he went into her photo gallery.

 

 

 

Her memories were laid out for his eyes to see. She was always beautiful, a bright energy you could feel through a screen. His heart grew bitter when he saw pictures of them together. Wedding photos, ones of them on the beach drinking together, dinner dates, all of it. Her whole life he caught glimpses of, and he knows what he's going to do. He's going to erase Leon. He's going to do what he couldn't and that's love her the way she needs. No matter the cost.

Chapter 8

Jimin figured the best way to get his work done was in the library. There were too many distractions at home, and he knew he'd get caught up texting Tala and would end up forgetting about his responsibilities. Not too many people were here considering most liked to study elsewhere.

 

 

 

It was a cozy space with no bright lights to give him a headache, but a soft glow from the lamps at tables to match the academic aesthetic of the building. The smell of books is comforting as he roams upstairs into a more private space. A boy hidden by his oversized hoodie catches his eye, or more like the ruby ring on his right hand.

 

 

 

Hell, he figures he might as well make a friend and find somebody to study with. He liked being alone but sometimes it got boring. Hence the reason why he loved clubbing. Everyone was family there, drunk off their asses but it was always a vibe to hang out with those people.

 

 

 

Jimin approaches the boy, clearing his throat to get his attention. "Excuse me? Do you mind if I sit with you?"

 

 

 

The boy glances up, realizing someone was talking to him and Jimin finally gets a good look at his face. He was gorgeous. Fluffy brown hair, tan skin, and a few moles scattered across his perfectly structured face. And those coffee irises that would stick in your head, long lashes fluttering as the boy blinked and stuttered.

 

 

 

"Yeah, no problem."

 

 

 

Jimin grinned. "Great. I hate doing work alone. Having a study buddy motivates me. Your name?"

 

 

 

The boy was surprised someone was even talking to him, let alone noticing him. He was always like a shadow, staying in the smallest corner he could find. Jimin picked up on things quickly. The way he fiddled with his fingers and tried to shrink himself into his hoodie. He was skittish.

 

 

 

"Taehyung." The boy said, lifting his head more and pushing off his hood, interested in the male sitting across from him, setting up his laptop.

 

 

 

"I'm Jimin. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand which Taehyung shook, eyes flickering back to his screen as he gulped nervously.

 

 

 

He felt so awkward. He didn't want to come off as rude but he couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by Jimin's presence. Not because he was scary or anything like that, but he had big energy Taehyung wasn't used to. Regardless, it made him feel a bit special that he was seen and someone wanted to sit with him. Not just anybody either, but a pretty boy like Jimin.

 

 

 

"What class are you studying for?" Taehyung asked, surprised at himself that he dared to ask him a question.

 

 

 

"Literary Analysis. I have a lot to read." Jimin groaned, and the brunette perked up, realizing he'd seen him before.

 

 

 

"Do you have Mrs. Martinez? 3 pm class?" Taehyung asked, and just hearing her name had Jimin's heart thumping a little faster.

 

 

 

"Yeah, are we in the same class or something?"

 

 

 

Taehyung's lips curved into a boxy smile. "Yeah I've seen you before."

 

 

 

Jimin showed excitement towards that and it had the brunette's face heating up from the attention, "Oh nice! We can sit together in class then. I'll try not to be too much trouble for you. No promises though", he winked, starting to type on his laptop and the brunette chuckled quietly at his teasing.

 

 

 

"I love your ring by the way. Where'd you get it?" Jimin asked, taking a glance at the jewelry.

 

 

 

"My grandma gave it to me. It was hers." Taehyung responded shyly, scratching the side of his neck and shrinking in his seat, trying to hide his red face which the other male found endearing.

 

 

 

"That's sweet, Taehyung. Sorry, I'm talking so much. I need to focus on my work now. You're responsible for me so you have to keep me in check. I can't leave this table until I'm done." Jimin said with determination, cracking his knuckles, and his neck, and straightening his posture to get started.

 

 

 

The brunette found him amusing and nodded as he got back to his work. "I got you."

 

 

 

Surprisingly enough Jimin locked in and read all the chapters he needed to since he'd be procrastinating for a while and got a scolding from his teacher. Just thinking about the way she spoke to him, the frown on her face had his blood rushing somewhere it shouldn't be right now. He'd never seen her serious like that before, but damn she was hot. She could top him. Anytime, any place. His thoughts were cut short when he noticed Taehyung packing up his laptop in his school bag.

 

 

 

"Hey! You're responsible for me. You can't leave until I'm finished." Jimin scolded lightheartedly, but the brunette took it too seriously and looked like a dear caught in headlights, a flush creeping onto his neck.

 

 

 

"Sorry, I forgot. I didn't think you'd mind but I'll stay."

 

 

 

Taehyung sat right back down like an obedient puppy. Jimin pictures the boy with flapping, fluffy ears and he started laughing, reaching over to pat him on the shoulder.

 

 

 

"I'm screwing with you. I won't keep you if you have stuff to do. I'll see you tomorrow yeah?"

 

 

 

Taehyung then realized he was joking and laughed, feeling embarrassed. "Oh ok. Sorry. Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."

 

 

 

The brunette got his stuff and left, his flushed and nervous state making Jimin smile to himself.

 

 

 

"What a cutie." He mumbled absentmindedly, starting to work on an essay that was due tomorrow.

 

 

 

He groaned, his head falling onto the table when he realized he had to write a 5,000-word essay about the chapters he just read which ironically enough, all that information blew out of his head with the wind.

 

 

 

"Great, now I have to read this shit again." He grumbled, sighing heavily as he slumped in his chair and tried to find the motivation to do this again.

 

 

 

He stood up, not caring how ridiculous he might've looked doing jumping jacks in the library. He was on the top level and no one was around anyway. After getting his blood pumping, he stretched his limbs and sat back down, not fooling around anymore.

 

 

 

"Alright, Jimin. Time to lock in. Again."

 

 

 

This time he connected his earbuds and played instrumental music in the background to immerse himself in the story. He took his time reading it, then it all started to process and as soon as he was done with that section, he moved on to the essay. Within an hour that was done. Once he proofread it and made sure it would be up to her standards, he submitted his work and checked that assignment off his list.

 

 

 

"There we go. One down...four to go."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It was around 5 pm when she shut off her computer and started straightening up her desk. She was about to get up from her seat when she heard a knock on her office door.

 

 

 

"Come in." She called out to whoever was there, and she grinned seeing her friend and trusted colleague.

 

 

 

"Hey Seokjin. Nice seeing you." She greeted as he entered, a smile on his face as well, his coat slung over his arm and his phone in the other hand.

 

 

 

"Hey Tala. Just was wondering if you had a minute to catch up." He asked, sitting down in front of her desk and she relaxed in her seat, his presence soothing.

 

 

 

"Yeah. I just finished grading some assignments. How's everything going with you? We haven't had a chance to talk since we've been so busy."

 

 

 

He took a moment to admire her before responding. "You know, same old same old. Nothing too exciting. These kids though...they're stressing me the hell out."

 

 

 

He rubbed his face tiredly with a groan and she chuckled at his dramatic behavior. A few things to know about Kim Seokjin, he was handsome, he was strict, and he had confidence that was borderline cocky. To her, it was funny, to others? Not so much.

 

 

 

He was a character for sure, someone you needed to get close to to truly understand his nature and intentions. He came across a certain way because he took his job way too seriously. But she'd never say that to his face. She did what she could to be a supportive friend, knowing he's always had a thing for her and regardless of her being married, that didn't change his flirtatious behavior.

 

 

 

"We're all stressed out though. It's still the beginning of the semester. We just need to get back into our routines." She responded, an amused grin on her face since his eccentric personality always entertained her.

 

 

 

"No, I mean these kids don't listen for shit. All they do is yap and play games on their laptops." He complained, a grumpy look on his face and she shook her head.

 

 

 

"Not in your class. They wouldn't dare do any of that. They're too scared of you." She joked, knowing it was true and he had a reputation around the school.

 

 

 

"To be fair, this is an Ivy-League school and most of these kids have their parents paying for all their shit. They're spoiled brats and they need to learn that this is real-world stuff and if they want to succeed they need to make something for themselves. Mommy and daddy won't always be around to help them."

 

 

 

Tala gave him a sympathetic look. "I know Seokjin. But you were young once too. Don't you remember what it was like?"

 

 

 

He scoffed comically, "Yeah. I had to work my ass off to get where I am now. I didn't have any help. And hey! I'm not that old!", he said in mock offense with a hand on his chest and she chuckled.

 

 

 

"I'm messing with you, Jin. All I'm saying is don't let them stress you out. Do what you can to help them and whether or not they take it seriously is their decision. There's not much we can do other than what we're paid for. That's making sure they learn what they need to."

 

 

 

The ravenette sighed, his hands sliding through his hair to push it back and keep it slick and neat. "You're right. I'll still be a hardass no matter what though. That's why I'm considered one of the best professors in this school. Those awards aren't for nothing you know."

 

 

 

She rolled her eyes at his egotistical behavior, finding it hilarious. "Yes, Seokjin. You're a great professor and all. But worrying so much is only going to give you wrinkles."

 

 

 

He gasped, the reaction she was expecting which was a horrified look on his face, so serious it had her bursting with laughter. He and his looks were probably the only thing he took more seriously than his work and that's saying something.

 

 

 

"Don't you dare jinx it! If I get a wrinkle I'm blaming you." He took out the compact mirror from his suit jacket and started examining his face up close.

 

 

 

"Seokjin there's more to life than just looks." She said, and he gave her a sharp glance, closing the mirror in his palm.

 

 

 

"That's ironic coming from you." He rebutted.

 

 

 

"What's that supposed to mean?" She grinned.

 

 

 

Seokjin rolled his eyes and folded his hands together, his aura reeking of pridefulness. "Meaning you're very attractive and pretty privilege is a real thing. I would know."

 

 

 

He shrugs with poise, holding himself in high regard and she couldn't blame him for saying such a thing when she knows it's true. The whole reason Leon married her was for her looks and because he thought they'd make beautiful children together. Now only realizing how demeaning that was she didn't like to be self-centered and think of herself that way.

 

 

 

"I guess. But you know what I mean by that. Aging is a privilege and a wrinkle won't kill you. You'll be handsome until the day you die."

 

 

 

He smirked at her praise, his ego swelling, and regardless of how he took that, she just wanted him to see that he was worth more than what some people saw in him. He was smart, a reputable man, but his ego was obnoxious and it was the very thing dragging him down and keeping others at a distance.

 

 

 

"Oh, I know I will. No matter what these kids do a wrinkle shall not be formed on this precious skin of mine. Enough about me though. How've you been? Drama with the husband?" He asked, and she preferred to keep their relationship private, but Seokjin was a good friend and she needed to talk to someone other than her partner about it.

 

 

 

"We're getting a divorce."

 

 

 

Seokjin hummed, the look on his face telling her that he wasn't shocked to hear that. "I expected it. You two were always complete opposites. Besides, he's a dickhead. I never liked him anyways."

 

 

 

"Oh, I know. Trust me, he didn't like you either."

 

 

 

"I think that you having another attractive man in your life made him feel insecure. Now, I know I'm cocky about my looks and all, but that's because I know my worth and nothing will threaten that. Leon on the other hand is triggered by anything he's not in control of."

 

 

 

What he said struck a cord with her. He was right, eerily so and she's thinking about how stupid she was not to listen to the people around her that warned her about Leon's oddly possessive and jealous nature.

 

 

 

All the friends she had when she was younger were forgotten because he would always say that they'd drag her down and try to ruin their relationship. Now that she's out of the situation, she realizes he was isolating her from everyone else so she'd become solely dependent on him and be his perfect little wife. A thing to control. A puppet.

 

 

 

"When you put it like that yeah." She sighed, leaning her head against her fist as she stared at the desk.

 

 

 

She grew solemn and he caught onto that, attempting to uplift the heavy mood. "He doesn't deserve you, Tala. I don't think anyone does. Your heart is pure and he took advantage of that."

 

 

 

Her chest warmed from his compliment and she smiled softly with appreciation. Seokjin was rarely ever sentimental but she knew when he was, he meant every word. He's many things but he's not a liar. Even when the truth is harsh he has no problem with it. He's strong and she wishes she would've been like that too.

 

 

 

"Thanks, Jin. That means a lot to me."

 

 

 

He waved dismissively, embarrassed now. "Alright enough with the sappy shit. I'm headed out now. I'll see you tomorrow."

 

 

 

She beamed as he circled her desk and pressed a kiss on her cheek, something he always did with nothing but friendly intentions and she did the same.

 

 

 

"See ya."

 

 

 

His spiced vanilla cologne lingered in her office, making her feel nostalgic as she got her purse to leave. She locked up and made her way to the library in hopes that Jimin was still there. Her red bottom stilettos clicked with every step she took, echoing in the halls of the university, barren of students.

 

 

 

The old smell of books enveloped her like a hug, scanning her surroundings in search of a familiar mop of black hair and a cute face accessorized with thick black glasses. The place was empty and before she thought of leaving, she decided to check on the top floor, knowing he liked to be away from people and have his privacy.

 

 

 

She saw a corner and peeked behind the bookshelf, her eyes falling upon his concentrated figure. His lavender sweater was fuzzy, his schoolboy look making her heart flutter. She snuck up from behind and started massaging his shoulders, realizing he had earbuds in and that's why he didn't notice her until he felt her touch.

 

 

 

He tensed and turned around, the frown on his face melting when he saw it was her and he took out his earbuds, scanning their surroundings to make sure they were alone and no one would catch them like this.

 

 

 

"Hey, angel. Getting your work done I see. Good job." She praised, kissing the top of his head and he beamed, scooting his chair in so she could move to sit next to him in the corner.

 

 

 

"I'm almost done. I just need to take this quiz." He said, finding it hard to focus now that she's here and he's whisked into wonderland just by the scent of her perfume.

 

 

 

She hummed in response, putting her purse on the table and relaxing in the seat next to his, moving closer to rest her hand on his thigh. Her warm touch makes him twitch, heat growing in his lower abdomen and she kisses the side of his neck, his soft skin irresistible to her.

 

 

 

"Is that the quiz I gave you?" She asked, her hand stroking his thigh and getting dangerously close to the growing bulge in his pants.

 

 

 

"Yeah. Ten questions and I'll be done." He gulped thickly, his breathing getting heavy and she chuckled, finding him in this state endearing.

 

 

 

"I saw you got perfect scores on your other assignments. Teacher's pet." She teased, his skin flushing red now that she was palming him and he gasped, his fist clenching.

 

 

 

"What if someone sees us." His voice was strained, and low but she heard him and clicked her tongue.

 

 

 

"As if you care. You'd just get excited wouldn't you?" She unbuttons his jeans, and since they were baggy, it was easy to slip inside his boxers and touch him, a choked-out moan leaving his plump lips.

 

 

 

"You like being my little secret?" She starts stroking him, his breathing uneven as he nods and beads of sweat start to form along his hairline, visible since he slicked back his hair.

 

 

 

"Do your work and if you get a good score, I'll let you finish. Deal?"

 

 

 

"Yes." He stuttered, the thrill and risk of them being in a public place making him even harder.

 

 

 

His cock ached and her whispering in his ear like this wasn't helping. This is a side of her he liked, taking control and he felt safe in the palm of her hands. Literally.

 

 

 

"Yes, what?" She squeezes the base, and his eyes almost roll back, his tone whiny and thick with lust.

 

 

 

"Yes ma'am."

 

 

 

She grinned and scratched the back of his neck, his body visibly shuddering from the sensation. "Good boy."

 

 

 

As he carefully read each question, taking his time to get it right even when the urge to cum was sneaking up on him fast, he knew she wouldn't let him have it so easily. It was about five minutes when he submitted his quiz, his heart racing as his grade popped up. 8/10. So close to a perfect score. He hoped he could pass with this but he should've known better when her hand squeezed the tip.

 

 

 

"8 out of 10? Really? You can do better than that, Jimin. I want a perfect score. Understand?"

 

 

 

Her thumb ran across the slit and he tensed, the fire growing in his lower body and he nodded frantically, moaning quietly as he clicked on the retake option and started from the beginning.

 

 

 

"Yes ma'am."

 

 

 

His cock was pulsing in her hands as she edged him. Every time it twitched, she'd stop for a few seconds until he relaxed before starting again. His legs were weak and he was desperate to cum. Her encouraging words did nothing but get him closer to falling off that edge.

 

 

 

"You got this, Jimin. You're so close." She presses a few kisses along the vein protruding on his neck, his hips moving to fuck her hand and she lets go and pinches his hip, a hiss leaving him.

 

 

 

"Don't be impatient. Finish your work."

 

 

 

He muffles his moan with his fist, the sleeve of his sweater stuffed in his mouth so his teeth would stop clenching together. One more question to answer and he'd be done. He was so close, his heart racing as he submitted his work once again. He sighed in relief as a 10/10 popped up on the screen and he looked over at her, eyes pleading and she cooed at how submissive he was.

 

 

 

"Please let me cum." He begged, his head falling back as she went faster, his hips raising.

 

 

 

"You deserve it. You did so well just like I knew you would. I'm so proud of you."

 

 

 

Her words pushed him past his breaking point, mouth falling open as he clutched onto her thigh for support while finishing on her hand. A few more tugs and he was empty, a mess between his legs and she grabbed his face, kissing his red, bitten lips.

 

 

 

"Easy A for my favorite student."

Chapter 9

Was it wrong to be here this late at night? Of course, it was. He told himself, more like selves, that he wouldn't be doing this. He said that he'd be different, that he wouldn't revert to his old ways. What's he doing now you ask? Stalking her husband.

 

 

 

Don't question how Jimin knows this but Leon is going out tonight. A place that he wouldn't have expected but considering his behavior it lines up. We all have skeletons in our closet. Leon's? Let's just say there's a lot that he kept secret and for good reason. He wouldn't want to ruin his image of being the golden boy.

 

 

 

Jimin sat in his Lexus, the car completely dark since it was turned off while he waited. Minutes ticked by, and his worst self started to fade in like the shadow of the moon. He saw him come out of the exit, his body visibly perking up as he watched Leon get in his luxury vehicle and drive off. Here we go.

 

 

 

He slipped on a black mask to cover his lower face, stepped out of the vehicle, and locked it as he made his way into the building. The warmth cascades over him once entering the elevator, sending a shiver throughout his body. The city was getting cold, a buzzing in the air that gave him anticipation. He wasn't who he thought he was, letting that darker side take control, and although he could try and fight it, at the end of the day you can't change who you are at your core.

 

 

 

You'd think in an opulent complex such as this there'd be security cameras on each floor. Guess not. He remembered what he saw on her phone, exiting the elevator once on his chosen floor and walking to the end of the hall, his boots thumping against the carpet. Jimin knew what he was doing, this wasn't his first rodeo. He wore gloves to protect his identity, no trace of him anywhere. Like a phantom.

 

 

 

He punched in the code and it beeped, signaling the door was open and he let himself in, turning on the light to look around. The energy in here was heavy, and he knew exactly why, ghosts of the past haunting each room. The first spot to check would be his office, his computer, and any information he could get his hands on to destroy this man's life.

 

 

 

He opened the door to his private space, flipping on the light which illuminated everything. The wall is covered in books from the built-in shelves, probably not a single one he's read along with a black desk, a computer, and not much else to look at. The lack of personality wasn't surprising considering who he was and what he did for a living. A typical corporate asshole.

 

 

 

He took his time searching, running his finger along the shelves and collecting dust. He brushed it off on his leather jacket sleeve, taking a seat at the desk. Jimin was surprised to see the computer had no passcode. Probably because Leon knew no one was here but him and saw no point in having one. A painfully obvious mistake.

 

 

 

"Idiot." He mumbled to himself, using the mouse to click on files saved to the system.

 

 

 

A good hour of him reading everything, all the documents, all the bank notices. The company is under fire for tax fraud, and what looks to be bankruptcy. Something critical in ensuring Leon's demise. Dragging down his family company and his whole life's work. His plump lips stretched into a cruel smirk under his mask, finding another file full of explicit pictures.

 

 

 

"Gotcha."

 

 

 

Jimin had a plan at the moment. One that he may or may not act on. Was it worth it to ruin this man's life? To go that far and risk losing her? Yes. But he needed to be patient and bide his time, intentionally pushing this off so maybe he'd have a chance at fighting this. Himself. That is why now that he has the opportunity, he's not going to take it. It would be smart to watch him suffer and let him witness his downfall before ending him, that would be the most painful.

 

 

 

He was going to do something stupid and holding off on this was a key sign to that. He wanted to stop resisting, to let his darker self take control, but he was trying his best to resist that urge. Those voices in the back of his head attempted to persuade him to do what he set out to do.

 

 

 

Jimin, just do it

 

Only a few clicks and his life is over

 

She won't care, Jimin. She has us now

 

 

 

Fuck it. He took everything. All the company files, all his photos that would surely bring him public shame, he sent it everywhere. To the biggest media platforms, he watched as everything was sent out to the internet where the world was forever. He would never escape this. With a prideful smile, Jimin leaned back in the chair with his feet kicked up on the desk, watching as the upload completed and it would only be a matter of time before the family name would be smeared.

 

 

 

He shut off the computer and snooped through his drawers to see if there was anything else he was hiding. His eyes flickered to their framed wedding photo, a scoff leaving his lips as he picked it up and felt his blood starting to boil. He angrily slammed it down and brought out a small box from his jacket, a minuscule camera to keep an eye on Leon.

 

 

 

He reached up and attached it to one of the photo frames atop the wall shelving, the black device blending in with the designs. After he secured it, he opened his phone and started the app to make sure the camera was working. Once he saw himself on the screen, he slipped his phone into his pocket and turned off all the lights.

 

 

 

Peeking his head out to make sure the hall was empty, he made his way to the elevator and left. As he got into his Lexus, he took off the mask and drove to her place. He didn't bother calling since he knew it was late and she'd be asleep. It was only a few minutes before he arrived and he parked. Knowing she always kept her window open at night, he made his way up the fire escape, the clanking of his steps stiffening his body. He was trying his best to be subtle but considering what a quiet night it was, it would be near impossible to not make this much noise.

 

 

 

He kept an eye out for anybody, making sure he wouldn't be caught doing this. It was dangerous and stupid but he had his reasons. He liked watching her sleep and doing something this scandalous sent a rush of adrenaline throughout his body. Recognizing the floor he was on, he peeked through the open window and saw the familiar bedroom.

 

 

 

Like a stray cat, he perched on the windowsill and watched her, the breeze flowing in which made the curtains sway. Her face peeked out from the covers, a tender smile growing on his face as he imagined what she must be dreaming about. He wanted to go in and touch her but that was too risky. Even being a few feet away from her, he must've completely lost himself because he swore he felt her skin on his.

 

 

 

The hairs on his arms stood up and he hugged the leather jacket tight to his body, his gaze flickering over to the mirror on the wall. His expression turned cold and his eye twitched, jaw clenching tight like his fists when he saw his false reflection smiling back at him.

 

 

 

"Jimin" , the man in the mirror sings, "Jimin, Jimin, Jimin."

 

 

 

"What?" The male hissed, eyes darting to her moving figure, his heart stopping until he calmed, realizing she was still asleep and only shifting underneath the covers.

 

 

 

"Look at you watching her like a freak." The reflection leaned his arm against the mirror, shaking his head.

 

 

 

"I'm not a freak." Jimin mumbled, guilt and shame contorting his features when that heavy ache settled in his chest, like he did something wrong.

 

 

 

"Yeah, and I'm as sane as can be." He replied dryly, eyes full of disgust as he judged the raven-haired boy.

 

 

 

"Very funny. What do you want this time? Hm?" Jimin asked, his voice low because he knew no matter how quiet he was the mirror would hear him.

 

 

 

"To bug you. To push you around until you snap and do what you're supposed to do." The man shrugged casually, a smugness on his face that made Jimin sick to his stomach.

 

 

 

"I hate you." He grumbled, his chest tightening as he said it, irritation stirring in his body when his reflection clicked his tongue repeatedly.

 

 

 

"Hating yourself will get you nowhere in life. You realize that right? You're alive because of me and the parts of you that you try to keep buried. Like we're bad. Like we bring you shame." The reflection's voice grows with rage, the male's hands starting to shake, his vision spotty.

 

 

 

"You're all alone Jimin. It's us or nothing."

 

 

 

"I'm not alone", he harshly responds, eyes drawn to the woman sleeping peacefully unaware, "I have her. She's all I need."

 

 

 

The man in the mirror laughs, Jimin's irises focusing back on the being of mockery. "You stupid boy. You'll end up losing her anyway. We don't deserve something as good as her and you know it."

 

 

 

His eyes fall to the floor, his throat dry and expression contemplative. He knows he's right and the worst part is this is him. This being is his counterpart and as long as he lives all of them exist as one. All his emotions, all his personalities wrapped in one. He feels like a vessel, out of control and broken. How could she ever want him when he's so fucked up?

 

 

 

"Maybe I want to be selfish and have her to myself. Is that so wrong? Am I evil for wanting to be loved?" Jimin rebutted, his reflection rolling his eyes.

 

 

 

"Love is selfless Jimin. No matter which way you look at it. It makes us greedy and tempts us to take it. But you have to make sacrifices, you have to change if you want to love her. I know you're not willing to do that. Deep down you have those urges and you just can't stop yourself. You're going to kill Leon and pay the price."

 

 

 

"No", he argued, resting his head against the frame of the window, "If I kill Leon she'll never find out. If I slip I'll make sure she's safe."

 

 

 

"Safe from you?"

 

 

 

The man stiffens and his blood runs cold, eyes narrowing like a snake. "I would never."

 

 

 

The reflection giggles, facial expressions taunting and unserious. "Never what? Never hurt her? Never break her heart? Never kill her?"

 

 

 

"Don't you dare insinuate that I'd ever do such a monstrous thing." Jimin snapped back, the veins protruding from his neck and the man in the mirror grinned maliciously, soaking in his rage.

 

 

 

"You are a monster Jimin."

 

 

 

"No." He shook his head in denial, unable to listen to this any longer.

 

 

 

"You're a monster and you're going to hurt her. That's all you're good at."

 

 

 

"Liar."

 

 

 

The reflection scoffs, gesturing to himself. "Me? That's rich considering you are me and I am you."

 

 

 

Jimin's eyes watered and his head spun in circles, his heart pacing rapidly. "I don't want to hurt her. I won't. I won't do it. Please."

 

 

 

"Everything you do is of your own accord. You can blame me, blame us, but at the end of the day this is you. This is who you are and it's better to realize that now."

 

 

 

The harsh words do nothing but convince Jimin. He knows what these feelings are, he knows Tala and what she means to him. No matter what happens, if she finds out who he truly is or not, he'll always be with her. He'll always stay.

 

 

 

"You're wrong." He wipes his eyes, a smile forming on his lips when he sees the man in the mirror scowling back at him.

 

 

 

"No I'm not. I'm always right. Always."

 

 

 

Jimin laughs softly, shaking his head. "You're wrong. You're just afraid that being with her is going to heal me. She makes me a better man and you can't stand that maybe I'm not as low as you. All you've ever done is try and drag me down, manipulate me into believing I'm something I'm not."

 

 

 

"Like you said, love is selfless. You have to make sacrifices. That's what I'm learning to do. Because I care more about her than myself, and that includes you."

 

 

 

"You'll screw up, Jimin. You'll destroy everything you've ever cared for. I'm all you have." The reflection grew livid, and Jimin ignored the feeling caused by it.

 

 

 

"No. Not anymore."

 

 

 

He took a glance at her before leaving and climbing back down the fire escape. He thought he was in control, he thought that even though he was broken he had enough in him to push through and ignore those voices. But how could he? His anger would get the best of him and he'd show his true self in the most terrifying form, and that was him falling in love.

Chapter 10

Class had ended and the two had a brief talk in her office before he managed to pull himself away from her and head to the dance studio for practice. Tala stayed a few hours to grade class work and once the clock hit 5 her suit jacket was slung across her forearm, purse in hand as she locked her office and went to see Jimin.

 

 

 

He was the most hardworking person she'd ever met. In all her years of teaching she's never found someone more passionate than he was. He took everything he did seriously. Dancing is the most important thing of all. She heard muffled music from the outside, and she slowly turned the door handle to sneak in and watch.

 

 

 

Jimin was the only person there, his body clad in an oversized white tee and sweatpants, his bare feet planted on the ground. He stood face to face with the wall of mirrors, eyes staring into his reflection as the music started and his body moved on its own accord, making her wonder just how ethereal he could be. An angel.

 

 

 

Every beat was taken by him, gliding like a skater on ice, movements fluid and show-stopping. She watched him, eyes lingering on every step he took as she leaned against the wall, captivated by how easy he made it look. Seeing him in such a raw state, every emotion of his pouring out to form art. It had her breathless. The music ended and he hadn't realized someone was watching him the entire time.

 

 

 

Her heels clicked against the floor as she approached, his system flushed with adrenaline until he snapped out of his daze and felt warm arms wrap around his small torso. Her scent tickled his nose, his heart racing faster now that her lips caressed his flushed skin, slick with sweat but she paid no mind.

 

 

 

"You are amazing." She praised, hugging him close and he moved his head to the side so she could see his face.

 

 

 

"Did I take your breath away?"

 

 

 

"You always do." She giggled, moving her arms up to massage his shoulders when he turned around to meet her eyes, her hands doing things to him he'd dare not even think about.

 

 

 

"Are you gonna be here a while?" She asked, already expecting his answer.

 

 

 

"A few hours probably. Why? Are you trying to take me home?" He teased, stepping closer so his chest was up against hers and she chuckled, slapping the arm that snuck around her waist.

 

 

 

"Not here. Someone could see us." She warned with a playful grin and he rolled his eyes, dipping down to brush his nose and lips against hers.

 

 

 

"You didn't care so much about that last time." He pointed out, and she leaned in for a kiss, his hand now on the back of her neck as he responded with haste.

 

 

 

He bit her lower lip and pulled back, contemplating whether or not he should just leave and go with her when he wanted to.

 

 

 

"I need to learn some self-control with you." He commented, making her laugh, her nails scraping down his toned body, his hands slipping down to her hips.

 

 

 

"So I'm guessing there's no way I can convince you to come with me tonight?" She batted her eyelashes and he had half a mind to just take her on the floor like an animal.

 

 

 

"Not tonight, love. I need to get my work done. Can't have you distracting me." He smirked, pecking her cheek as she accepted defeat.

 

 

 

"Alright, angel. Make sure to eat when you get home and text me when you can. Goodnight."

 

 

 

"Goodnight." He said, slapping her ass as she walked away, earning a look from her that had him giggling.

 

 

 

Once she left he took a few sips from his water bottle and fanned himself, choosing another song from his phone that connected to his speaker, the bass booming through the floor. He stood in the middle facing the wall before reaching his arm out with the beat, pulling back in and twirling to face the mirrors and he stopped abruptly, startled by the figure watching in the mirror.

 

 

 

A frown morphs onto his face, a heavy sigh leaving him as he goes over to where his phone was and presses pause, walking back over to where he was before with his hands on his hips, the reflection picking at his nails indifferently.

 

 

 

"Excuse me? Can I help you with something?" Jimin asked with impatience since his routine was interrupted and now had to deal with this.

 

 

 

"I said I'd make you break, Jimin. I always do what I say I'm going to do. No promises are necessary. Don't you ever think about how stupid promises are? I mean if you're going to do something just do it. Why do you have to promise? It makes whatever else you say void in that regard."

 

 

 

Jimin deadpanned, blinking slowly. "Does it look like I give a fuck?"

 

 

 

The man in the mirror pressed his lips together in disappointment, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the edge of the mirror like it was a wall. "No but you should. Promises are meaningless. Keep your word and it won't hurt anyone if you don't do it. It just means that you're full of shit."

 

 

 

"What on earth are you talking about right now?" He asked, face scrunched with annoyance and confusion, his patience running thin.

 

 

 

"Her court date is coming up soon. Do you realize that? Regardless of how bad the company is doing right now because of the leaked photos and documents he still has money and is going to fuck her over. She could lose her job if he so wishes. You need to take care of him."

 

 

 

The man scoffed. "You mean kill him?"

 

 

 

The reflection rolled his eyes. "Yes, Jimin. We've already talked about this."

 

 

 

"And I said no. It will only cause more trouble and I don't know if I could look her in the eyes knowing what I've done." He argued, his worst self starting to make him feel a certain way that was scaring him, although his face didn't show it.

 

 

 

"It's funny how righteous you've become all of a sudden. As if you haven't spilled blood before. You do need her don't you?" The man in the mirror laughed cruelly, Jimin's strength to fight back shrinking as well as his body.

 

 

 

"This is honestly pathetic. I mean look at you. Trying to change your ways to be the man she needs" , he shook his head, "You're nothing Jimin. You don't mean shit. The only purpose you have now is her."

 

 

 

"I'm fine with that. Can't I just be happy? For once in my damn life could you leave things alone and stop trying to sabotage the one good thing I finally have?"

 

 

 

"You don't deserve her unless you kill for her. You know that."

 

 

 

The raven-haired man sighed, running his hands down his face with exhaustion. "I can't."

 

 

 

His reflection grew louder, echoing in his skull. "Yes you can and you will. Leon deserves to die doesn't he? For hurting her, for making her cry. Think about all the lonely nights, Jimin. Think about all her dreams being crushed by the man she thought loved her. We're better than that. We can give her what she deserves but only if we take away the pain."

 

 

 

The worst part of it all was that he was starting to give in. He thought he had it in him to be good, to let things go and move on. But he knows that's not the man he is. He needs blood, he needs to smell and breathe it in, and he needs to do what is best for her. Leon shouldn't be anywhere near her, in her thoughts, let alone in her heart. Even as he argues he's weakened and his counterparts know that he's being taken over.

 

 

 

"What if she finds out?" He mumbles, sinking to the floor hopelessly, a dull ache growing in his chest that makes it hard for him to focus.

 

 

 

"You're smart Jimin. No one knows who you are and she doesn't have to see all of you to love you."

 

 

 

"What if she leaves me? What if I scare her?"

 

 

 

"You won't. You're doing all of this for her. To keep her safe and to make her happy. You know you're the only one who could do that. She needs it Jimin. She needs us. You."

 

 

 

He broke, tears flooding down his cheeks as he looked up at the man in the mirror, his presence looming over him like a heavy cloud ready to burst with thunder. His emotions are a tangled mess, lodging themselves right in his throat to asphyxiate him. He can't fight, he can't argue, because he knows what he has to do. This is the only way for him to keep her.

 

 

 

"Kill him, Jimin. Make him suffer."

 

 

 

The tears stopped, and the guilt washed away along with the tide of emotions that crashed over him. He was drowning, sinking to the bottom and now it feels like he's finally come up for air. In a flash, he's back home and dressed in black, his face covered with a mask, his gloved hands pulling out one of the locked drawers he had in his closet, an array of knives at his disposal.

 

 

 

Eenie, meenie, miny, moe. Catching Leon by his toe. When he hollers slit his throat. Eenie, meenie, miny, moe. His hand stopped, hovering over the ridged knife with a black and red handle. He put it in his jacket for the time being, locking the drawer and putting the key back where it belonged. He made sure his hair was perfectly slicked back before leaving, watching the camera of Leon's office while driving to the apartment complex.

 

 

 

His eyes twitched seeing the man on his phone and at his desk, visibly stressed from all the fire he's been under since the leak. Jimin feels good knowing that ego of his took a hefty blow, now pulling into the alley behind a few buildings. Like a thief in the night, he hid with the shadows and snuck in, not an eye or ear to catch him.

 

 

 

With adrenaline rushing through his veins, his heart thumping and rattling his ribcage, he knocked thrice and prepared to deliver him an unwanted gift. When the door opened, Jimin froze with confusion as the taller man smiled and waved him in.

 

 

 

"I didn't expect you to be here so soon. Come in come in."

 

 

 

He couldn't protest, going with the flow as he stepped in and Leon shut and locked the door behind him, his disgusting hand on the small of his back, leading him into his office.

 

 

 

"You're gorgeous. Why don't you take off the mask, pretty boy? I'm not gonna hurt you." The man said with a chuckle, Jimin hesitating to do so but figuring that he might as well entertain him.

 

 

 

It wasn't exactly going how he planned but the job would get done. That's why he took off his mask and stuffed it in his pocket, taking the glass of liquor Leon had poured him to settle his nerves. He stood close to him on purpose, knowing what the man's taste was like and he itched to wring his neck when he felt an arm around his waist.

 

 

 

"You don't talk much do you." He commented, his attractive smile making Jimin's stomach twist with pure hatred.

 

 

 

"Guess not."

 

 

 

His short reply amused the man, his head dipping back as he finished his glass and set it down on the desk, his attention solely on the man in his arms.

 

 

 

"I haven't seen you before. I'm assuming you're new to this." Leon said, his eyes an untrustworthy blend of intrigue and lust, his intentions clear by the rough hand moving to caress his back.

 

 

 

"Yeah. I'm a bit shy." He replied, his eyes a cold shade of black, full of danger that was unbeknownst to the man gripping him like a vice, his movements calculating and that of a predator.

 

 

 

"That's no problem. We can take our time and get to know one another. We have all night." The man finally letting go of the shorter male to refill his glass and sit at his desk.

 

 

 

Regardless of the bags under his eyes and the 5 o'clock shadow on his face, Jimin couldn't deny the man was gorgeous. His hair was as dark as night, his skin a warm shade of brown. His lips were full and pink, eyes like a jade stone. He was intimidating, muscular, and smelled strongly of mint.

 

 

 

There's no wonder as to why Tala fell for him so fast. He had an energy about him that sucked you in, his presence demanding attention wherever he was. He had the making and mindset of a businessman, and he sure as hell had the ignorance of a closeted, privileged douchebag.

 

 

 

"I've seen the news." Jimin was bold enough to say, leaning against the wall and observing Leon from the side, not daring to take a sip of alcohol and risk being caught off guard.

 

 

 

"Yeah." Leon scoffed, downing another glass and breathing out as he finished, fingers drumming against the desk while he rubbed his chin in thought.

 

 

 

"I don't know what the hell happened there but I'm taking care of it. I'll find out who tried to bring me down and I'll make them wish they were dead."

 

 

 

Leon's eyes fell upon the framed photo and Jimin couldn't help himself, cocking his head to the side. "Your wife?"

 

 

 

"Unfortunately." The man grumbles, a displeased frown crossing his face and Jimin fought hard to keep his composure and not flip the man inside out.

 

 

 

"Beautiful woman but useless to me. I've been sneaking around her back for a while now. I mean you can see that she's not my type." His jaded eyes raked the boy's body pervertedly and Jimin's chest filled with rage.

 

 

 

"Why not get a divorce?" He voiced, not shy in being curious and getting his answers.

 

 

 

"Oh I am." Leon laughed, his teeth pearly white and ready to sink into innocent flesh.

 

 

 

"Did you love her?"

 

 

 

Jimin breathed in as silence filled the room, tension stirring between the two men as he then decided to move closer and stand behind him, his gloved hands sinking into his shoulders to massage the stiffness from his muscles and get him talking. Leon hummed and closed his eyes, sinking into the warmth the boy provided, his pants tightening which immediately caught his attention, his face void of emotion.

 

 

 

"I did. But that was years ago. It's over now."

 

 

 

"You're right. It is over." He agreed.

 

 

 

Jimin sneakily grabbed the knife from his jacket, holding Leon tight so he wouldn't escape as he slashed his throat, blood spraying everywhere as he choked and grabbed at his neck. He quickly moved around to see the look on his face, careful to not get blood on him as he watched him fall to the ground and crawl on the floor.

 

 

 

He moved closer, his foot pushing the dying man's shoulder to lay on his back and look up at him as his life slowly faded away. Minutes passed, the two of them staring into each other's souls, secrets behind the shadows that started to swarm the man's vision.

 

 

 

He was terrified, his heart pumping slowly as death stood over and watched, an intimate experience Jimin would never forget. All the pain and suffering this selfish bastard caused was being returned ten times over. The fear of dying alone with no one to help you, the agony of choking on your blood trying to breathe, and the terror of realizing you've been murdered in cold blood.

 

 

 

"Rot in hell."

 

 

 

His pupils dilated and his limbs lost tension, his body still now that he's faded. He died a painful death and the sick smile grew on Jimin's face as he kicked at him and realized it was over. The whispers came back and he made sure to grab the camera from the photo frame before snagging his wedding ring and watch.

 

 

 

You did it finally

 

See? Now we can all be happy

 

Tala can only love us now

 

 

 

"I know." He said to himself, mumbling a few things as he grabbed their framed wedding picture and threw it at the wall, laughing as he trashed the desk and threw all the books off the shelves.

 

 

 

He breathlessly stood by the door, soaking in the sight of Leon and what he had done. This felt better than drugs, it felt better than anything in the world. He's grown familiar with the villains that live in his head, playing the hand of God and taking lives as he deemed necessary. The adrenaline coursing through his veins feels like electricity as he inches closer to the body and ducks down to talk to him, patting his chest.

 

 

 

"See? Now you don't have to worry about anything anymore." He grins, face twisting into disgust when he realizes he got blood on his glove, smearing it on the man's dress pants.

 

 

 

"Yuck. What a mess you made." Jimin shook his head with distaste and put his mask back on, swiping his blade across Leon's shirt to clean it off.

 

 

 

"Sweet dreams." He blows the body a kiss before prancing out of the room, stuffing the weapon back in his jacket.

 

 

 

It's been way too long

 

See Jimin? Aren't we always right?

 

I wish we could kill him again. That was so much fun

 

 

 

On his way out, his eyes caught a glimpse of a mirror in the living room. It was dark but the moonlight poured in from the tall windows, casting a glow on his face as he stood in front of it. The man in the mirror was satisfied, it was obvious by the look on his face.

 

 

 

"You see Jimin? You can't fight us. It's in your nature to kill. You were born this way."

Chapter 11

It was a struggle getting out of bed this morning. She had about three alarms go off until she decided that there was no use in setting another since she'd only ignore it. The thing that forced her to get up was the fact that she was thirsty, so she wiped her sleepy eyes and went into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

 

 

 

Considering she had no classes, she figured she and Jimin could do something together. Now that she's dressed and sipping on an iced coffee, she texts him to see if he's awake. It's about 10 in the morning and usually he woke up around 8 every single day. Him and his routines of course.

 

 

 

She sees the bubble pop up and the message sends through. He said he wasn't feeling well, asking her to come over so of course she doesn't hesitate in grabbing her things, stuffing them in her purse, and heading out the door. He knows she's on the way and before she gets there she makes a plan to go to the store and buy him some treats. As soon as she's leaving the parking garage, she gets an unexpected call and answers seeing as it was a local number.

 

 

 

"Hello?"

 

 

 

"Hi, this is Detective Pierce with the NYPD. Is this Tala Martinez?" A male voice pipes in through the other end.

 

 

 

Her stomach immediately sinks with worry, "Yes. Has something happened?", she asked, unsure of why the police would possibly call her.

 

 

 

"Ma'am I'm gonna need you to come down to the station when you can. Something has happened to your husband." The man's voice grew solemn and her heart stopped.

 

 

 

"Is he ok? What's going on?" She asks in a panic, her face twisted in confusion.

 

 

 

"Ma'am it's best if we speak in person." The detective responded, his tone patient and she switched lanes to turn around and head to the police department.

 

 

 

"Alright I'm on my way." She concluded, hanging up the phone and immediately calling Jimin.

 

 

 

A few rings later he picks up, his voice nasally. "Hey, love. Are you on your way?"

 

 

 

"I wish. I got a call from a detective. Something about Leon. He wouldn't tell me anything over the phone so I'm headed to the station. I shouldn't be long though."

 

 

 

He hums in response. "Ok, love. Update me when you can."

 

 

 

"I will. Bye, angel."

 

 

 

"Bye."

 

 

 

He hung up and she tossed her phone in her purse in the passenger seat, her blood rushing with anxiety and her chest falling and rising rapidly. Her limbs felt weak but she appeared composed as she walked into the building and saw a man in a grey suit standing by the front desk, talking to the officer sitting there. Upon hearing the click of her heels, the man turned to see who had entered and he assumed by the picture he saw in the system that this was the wife.

 

 

 

"Mrs. Martinez?" He asked, walking towards her with a file in hand.

 

 

 

"Yes. Where's Leon?"

 

 

 

The man's expression was sympathetic and she knew it was bad if he was leading her into a separate room to talk. She sat down at the table, a lamp hanging over them as he made himself comfortable to tell her the bad news.

 

 

 

"I hate giving news like this. But ma'am...your husband was murdered last night."

 

 

 

She stared at him, not knowing how to feel about that. A very small part of her wants to cry but another part is happy. That's what confuses her the most. Instead of feeling the weight of the world dropping on her shoulders, she feels relief instead.

 

 

 

"What?" She asks plainly, so shocked she's in denial and questioning if she heard him correctly.

 

 

 

"Someone was supposed to meet with your husband last night. An escort. He noticed the door was unlocked and went inside to see Leon lying on the floor. It looked like someone had slit his throat and he died choking on his own blood." The detective analyzes her reaction, finding it odd that she's not responding in the usual way spouses would.

 

 

 

"An escort? He? I guess that's not surprising." She sighed, shaking her head and staring at the table, her comment making the detective narrow his eyes in suspicion.

 

 

 

"What do you mean by that?" His tone shifts and she takes notice of his defense, already knowing how this usually goes.

 

 

 

"Haven't you seen the news? My husband's private affairs got leaked somehow. Even I didn't know about it. I thought I knew him but..." She crossed her arms over her chest, not daring to show the hatred she felt because she knew it would only make her look guilty.

 

 

 

She wasn't sure why she was feeling so numb right now to this. Her husband had been murdered and all she could think was 'good riddance'. Ever since she saw the news and people on social media going crazy over the information leak, she didn't know what was real and what wasn't. However now that the truth has come out it would explain his intense hatred and disrespect towards her. She wasn't what he wanted and he was too damn afraid to be his true self so he blamed it on her.

 

 

 

"Leon and I had a lot of issues. Him mostly. We'd been trying for years to conceive but nothing ever happened. Because of his family history he thought something was wrong with him, and that insecurity got taken out on me."

 

 

 

"Go on." The detective says, his tone a lot less guarded now than it was before, eyes focused on reading her.

 

 

 

"Turns out it was me. I went to the doctors after a while and they said I couldn't have kids. I was heartbroken. He was all I ever wanted and he wasn't there for me. We wanted the same things in life. To have a good career, to have a loving family. But we were so different. I loved him no matter what he said and did to me. He didn't."

 

 

 

She triggered a few tears so they'd spill down her cheeks, trying her best to show that she was innocent when all her husband ever did was make her look guilty. Even if this was some form of manipulation that was the only way anyone would believe her. Playing the damsel in distress seemed to gain a sympathetic ear from the man sitting across from her. He had a few tissues in his pocket that he offered her but she waved him off.

 

 

 

"I'm ok. It's just hard being with someone your whole life knowing that they didn't truly love you. I would've done anything for him. I left my family behind so we could be happy. It still wasn't enough." Her lip trembles and she can't help but feel amused with the way Pierce looks at her.

 

 

 

"Was he not open to other methods? Adoption?" The man asked and she shook her head with a scoff.

 

 

 

"He wanted one of his own. Whenever I brought up anything else he yelled at me. There was no point in arguing with him. I could never win." She sniffled, impatience growing within her since she wanted to be rid of the man once and for all and not have to deal with this anymore.

 

 

 

"Well regardless of how your marriage was he didn't deserve this. We're going to find his killer and bring him to justice. I'm sure you want peace of mind." The detective responds, opening the file to take a look at the notes and pictures from the scene.

 

 

 

"Was there any evidence left behind?" She asked curiously, wondering who could've done this.

 

 

 

The Martinez family was well known for obvious reasons considering they ran a tech company, one of the largest corporations in the world. A lot of money was involved but it was still surprising that Leon of all people suffered this end. Did he screw around with the wrong person? A vengeful escort maybe? Who knows.

 

 

 

"No. Whoever this guy is he's smart and knows what he's doing. Might not be his first time either."

 

 

 

"A contract killer maybe?" She suggested, the man glancing up at her.

 

 

 

"Did your husband have any enemies? Anyone who would want to see his downfall? The information leak happened just before so it must be linked to this."

 

 

 

"I'm not sure. I was never involved in the business and he never talked about his work. I don't know any of his friends or business partners. I was always left in the dark."

 

 

 

The detective scans her, rubbing his chin in thought. "Alright. Where were you last night between 8 and 10 pm?"

 

 

 

"I got off work around 5 and went straight home. I was alone so I don't have anyone to confirm that. But my apartment complex has surveillance cameras on each floor and I'm sure if you asked they'd let you see the footage."

 

 

 

Detective Pierce grows a small smile. "I'll need to keep in touch if anything else comes up. I'll give you a call on that same number. In the meantime, there's nothing else I need from you."

 

 

 

"Is there anything else I need to do? Legally I mean?" She stood from her seat, led out by the detective.

 

 

 

"No. All that is being handled by his lawyer and his parents. I assume you should be getting a call regarding your husband's will."

 

 

 

"Ok, thank you."

 

 

 

The man shook her hand, and she could see she had at least won his sympathy. "No problem. If you need anything or remember something please give me a call. Again, my condolences."

 

 

 

She gave a tight-lipped smile and let go of his hand. "I appreciate that detective. Have a good one."

 

 

 

"You too."

 

 

 

Once leaving the building she sat in her car for a good half hour completely forgetting about Jimin. She had so much going on in her mind and needed a minute to process that she was a widow. Her husband was murdered viciously and a male escort found him. What the actual fuck was going on?

 

 

 

She stared out the window and listened to the rain pattering against her vehicle, a particularly gloomy day that was almost too perfect somehow in portraying the storm inside. Tala had cried so much over the years that the river had run dry. She couldn't find it in herself to feel for him anymore.

 

 

 

He's gone and she's happy. As sick as it sounds to say it aloud she can't help how she feels. She can't force herself to care when that's all she'd been doing throughout their marriage. He made her miserable and whatever legal matters going on she had a feeling she wasn't getting anything. Not even a goddamn penny for all the shit she's suffered through.

 

 

 

The only thing on her mind now to contemplate was who did it. Who would have so much hatred to kill him like that? Slicing a man's throat and leaving him to choke on his blood was one of the worst ways to go. Just imagining the terror you'd feel knowing that you're going to die and it's going to be slow and painful is enough to send a chill running up her spine.

 

 

 

What's even more disturbing is that she likes it. He deserved it for all he's done to her and probably others too. He got his karma from being a bad person. She can imagine how small he must've felt, dying in his office alone with no one to save him, the only way he deserved to go. Alone. Like how he made her feel for years.

 

 

 

Now realizing that it's been a while, she scrambles into her purse to dig out her phone, cursing when she sees ten missed calls and over twenty messages from him. As soon as her key is turned in the ignition and her seatbelt on, she attaches her phone to the car mount on the air vent, calling Jimin while she drives to the store.

 

 

 

"Tala, where the hell are you? It's been two hours? Is everything ok?" Jimin's voice was fueled with worry and it made her feel like shit knowing he didn't feel good on top of that.

 

 

 

"I'm so sorry, angel. I had to talk to the detective for a while. Leon was murdered."

 

 

 

There were a few heavy moments of radio silence on his end before he responded. "Murdered?"

 

 

 

"Yeah." She breathed out, almost not believing the words she said.

 

 

 

"Do they know who did it? Do they have any evidence?" He questioned.

 

 

 

"No, he said that this guy might've done this before with how clean he was. Not a trace of evidence anywhere. The only reason his body was even found was because he had called an escort and the front door was left unlocked."

 

 

 

"That's insane", he coughed, "Are you ok?"

 

 

 

That tone of his made her sigh, knowing exactly what he was trying to say. "Jimin..."

 

 

 

"He was your husband, Tala. I know you two had it rough but you must be feeling some type of way about it. That's devastating."

 

 

 

"Jimin, I'm glad he's dead."

 

 

 

His voice picked up on the other end. "Really?"

 

 

 

She gulped thickly. "Yeah. I know that's a horrible thing to say but-"

 

 

 

"It's not", he cuts in, "If that's how you truly feel it's valid."

 

 

 

"In some screwed-up way I think he deserved it. The way he died was awful. His throat cut open and he choked on his blood. He suffered and I'm happy he did. It's karma for what he did to me. A lot more extreme but...you don't think I'm crazy do you?" She asked, wondering if she was going too far and she heard him chuckle, the lighthearted sound a sweet relief.

 

 

 

"You're not crazy, Tala. I want to know how you feel about it. I want to listen to you."

 

 

 

"You don't think I'm a bad person, do you? For feeling this way?"

 

 

 

Her voice got quiet and he knew in some way she felt guilty and unsure if the way she reacted to this whole situation was normal or if she was losing herself. He thought it was beautiful. Her hatred, her disgust for Leon. It felt good to know that she didn't care for him anymore, that the way he died didn't terrify her but amused her instead. Hearing her say these things felt like heaven, his aching body plopping onto his couch with a sick smile on his face. God, how could you make a woman so perfect for me?

 

 

 

"You're not a bad person, Tala. You're just feeling a certain way you're not used to. But you don't need to be scared. It's normal."

 

 

 

The way he said her name instantly washed away any doubts in her mind about this whole thing. He never failed to reassure her and give her a boost of confidence without having to ask for it.

 

 

 

"Thank you, Jimin. I needed to hear that."

 

 

 

"It's no problem, love. Sorry for blowing up your phone. I was just worried about you. I promise I'm not crazy or anything." He teased, bringing some light into her dull eyes and his stomach fluttered when he heard her laugh.

 

 

 

"I'm not so sure about that. Your crazy is starting to rub off on me."

 

 

 

"Well, right now I need you rubbing me. My body hurts." He whined as he stretched his weakened limbs.

 

 

 

"Aw, is my angel sick?" She cooed, her smile so wide it hurt her face.

 

 

 

"Very." He mumbled.

 

 

 

"I'll be there soon ok? I'm stopping by the store to get you some food."

 

 

 

"Snacks too?" He added.

 

 

 

She can imagine the puppyish look on his face as he said that and it made her heart squeeze. "Yes, angel. Warm food and plenty of treats. I gotta go now. Bye-bye."

 

 

 

"Bye-bye."

 

 

 

She hung up as soon as she parked and walked across the street to the store, paying no mind to the rain drizzling down on her hair. The warmth of the grocery store and the smell of the bakery instantly enveloped her, a cart now in her hands as she picked up a few things she made a mental note of.

 

 

 

She was in and out within ten minutes, hands full with bags as she carried them out to her car and popped the trunk open. His place was only a few minutes away, and despite him being sick, he was lively as soon as she appeared outside his door.

 

 

 

He squealed in happiness and immediately took all the bags and placed them on the marble countertop, racing over to pick her up and twirl her around in his arms which made her chuckle.

 

 

 

"Jimin! You're gonna drop me!" She exclaimed as he slung her over his shoulder and threw her down on the couch, a mischievous smile on his face as he crawled on top to pin her down.

 

 

 

"Jimin? Are you even sick?" She eyes him suspiciously, wondering if this was all a ploy to get her attention.

 

 

 

"I am", he sniffled, "But I still want a kiss."

 

 

 

She grimaced. "Jimin I can't get sick! I have classes to teach tomorrow!"

 

 

 

He completely ignored her and gave kisses to her neck and pulled up her shirt to give some on her belly which had her sighing in pure bliss, his lips soft like flower petals.

 

 

 

"You worry too much." He commented, rubbing his face against her skin like a cat and she threaded her fingers through his mullet.

 

 

 

"Are you hungry?" She asked, eyes widening when he went further down, eyeing her crotch.

 

 

 

"Yeah." He licked his lips and she flicked his forehead, his face scrunching as he sat up.

 

 

 

"Ow! What'd you do that for!" He rubbed the red mark on his head and she booped his nose while getting up.

 

 

 

"That's not what I meant you little nasty. I meant food for you to eat so you can get better." She gave him a sharp look, full of playfulness and he sprung up from the couch, leaning over her shoulder to watch her cook.

 

 

 

"Really?" She gave him the side-eye and he smiled innocently.

 

 

 

"What?"

 

 

 

"Go lay down. You're sick." She said while stirring the noodles and he wasn't listening clearly because his arms wrapped around her waist, his head resting against the back of her neck, his hair tickling her.

 

 

 

"I need you to keep me warm." He mumbled, feeling instantly better now that she was here and he could relax with her.

 

 

 

"I got some ice cream mochi too. You like the mango ones right?"

 

 

 

"Those are my favorites." He leaned to the side and kissed her cheek, moving over to sit on one of the stools at the kitchen island since he didn't have a dining table.

 

 

 

"How are you feeling?" He asked, resting his chin on his arms while he watched her move around the kitchen to cook.

 

 

 

"You mean about Leon?" She added extra seasoning to the noodles and shrimp in the pot, stirring it around as it simmered atop the stove.

 

 

 

"Mhm."

 

 

 

"Fine, I guess. It was a lot all at once. It's just you see things happen to people all the time, like on the news and stuff. You never think it's going to be someone you know. Especially not your husband."

 

 

 

He felt a bit sour that she still called him that but he knew he shouldn't be getting caught up over minor details. They'd been married for more than a decade. She's called Leon her husband for years and it's become more than a habit at this point, a natural reflex almost. Considering the context in which she's speaking he blows it off. It doesn't matter anymore. He's gone and she'll never have to know the truth about what he's done.

 

 

 

"You're handling it all pretty well." She stands by him now, setting the bowl of food down in front of him as his hand goes to rub her back while she looks down at him.

 

 

 

"You're so strong, Tala." He pulls her into his lap as he eats, feeding her some even though there's plenty left to get her own.

 

 

 

"And you're so sweet. My angel." She scratches his scalp, his eyes fluttering while he chews and lets out a hum.

 

 

 

"Are you gonna stay the night?" He asked, beady eyes sparkling in hopes that she would, and she nodded.

 

 

 

"Yeah, I'll stay. You're sick and I need to get my baby better."

 

 

 

He beams happily and continues eating, and once he's done she makes him a cup of hot chocolate, making sure he took his medicine beforehand. They snuggled up on the couch together, his body covered in an oversized black hoodie and matching sweatpants. Even in such a simple outfit and a runny nose he looked so beautiful to her. She wondered to herself what life would be like without him. Would she still be trapped in an unloving marriage? Would Leon still be alive?

 

 

 

She didn't want to dwell on it too much, instead focusing on him and enjoying his company. He smelled so good and she lay next to him, tracing his features now that he's fallen asleep and softly snoring. Tears spring to her eyes as a heart-dropping weight starts to plummet in her chest. There was nothing scarier than realizing how much she cared for him.

Chapter 12

News about her husband's murder had taken over the internet. People making up all sorts of theories about who could've done it. It didn't help that many were even accusing her of her husband's demise. She still had to go to work and pretend like everything was normal.

 

 

 

Of course, she got stares from students and even some of the staff. This world was cruel and sometimes she thinks that it would be better off if humans never came to existence. As someone who's deeply knowledgeable about the world and society due to her profession, she can't help but think that we were a mistake.

 

 

 

Almost every problem that the world had was because of humans. War, famine, disease. We were the problem and solution. We're poisonous and killing the earth because the rich are greedy and can pay to do as they please. The division between the people isn't helping matters either. Considering she's had a taste of the richer side of life because of her husband doesn't mean she's ignorant to the struggles most of everyone go through.

 

 

 

Leon wasn't a good man, but he was attractive and had privileges because of his family name, which most people didn't care to acknowledge and instead defended him because of his gruesome murder. She doesn't care about him or what he was going through. She was sure he was more awful than he seemed, knowing that one thing the rich could always afford was secrecy.

 

 

 

Tala held her head high as she walked down the hall and caught a look from her colleague Mr. Kim who she gave a nod to, reassuring that she was ok even if it wouldn't seem like it given the circumstances. He gave her one in return and went back inside his classroom now that he'd seen her and got what he needed. Some peace of mind that she'd get through this.

 

 

 

Walking into her classroom, she put an earbud in to help her work faster. She had about two hours before her first class so she made the time to get her lecture prepared and log into her computer to finish grading assignments. Her phone buzzed and she was comforted by Jimin's message, encouraging her that if she needed him he could always stay with her.

 

 

 

She replied with appreciation, turning off the device and exiting her office when she saw the clock turn. A rush of students came in, many of them whispering and giving her knowing glances as they made their way to their seats to gossip. Even in front of her, they dared to do so, but she put on a smile and greeted everyone the same, hoping to make it through today without a hitch.

 

 

 

"Welcome everyone. Let's get started."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One more class to go. 3 o'clock rolled around and she sighed in relief upon seeing a certain person come in and smile at her. Seeing his adorable face made her feel so much better than she could've realized. It's like all the oxygen came rushing to her lungs and she could breathe steady without feeling like she was about to crash out. Again, with the looks and whispering, her name and her husband's bouncing off the walls, ricocheting like bullets that pierced her flesh.

 

 

 

"Good afternoon everyone. Open your books to page 110 please. Today we're moving onto a new topic. We'll be discussing the complexities of love, relationships, and human behaviors in the works of philosophical figures, and how they impacted media and the way society thinks."

 

 

 

"Mrs. Martinez?"

 

 

 

A boy in the back raised his hand, a known troublemaker, and her heart sank when she saw his friends snickering beside him. Everyone turned their attention to her, watching her reaction and anticipating how she'd handle the interruption.

 

 

 

"I hope you're interrupting me for a good reason. What do you need." She asked sternly, and Jimin looked visibly surprised at her change of tone.

 

 

 

"Is it true? Did you kill your husband for his money?" The boy smirked unapologetically, Jimin rolling his eyes as he huffed and sealed his lips shut, not wanting to defend her publicly and cause a scene.

 

 

 

A few students laughed, most of them amused by the drama because that's how people were. She was hoping that as a teacher, she could change that and her students would learn from her class some basic empathy. They did their work sure, but they didn't pay attention to it like they should've.

 

 

 

She was disappointed, and Jimin could see how much that upset her. He wished he could go right up to that jackass and smack him so hard his ears would ring, but he knew that would only make it worse. The last thing he wanted to do was cause more trouble for her.

 

 

 

"Get out of my class." She stated, the expression she wore telling everyone that she wasn't messing around.

 

 

 

"Or what?" The student laughed along with his friends, and her blood filled with a fearful amount of rage.

 

 

 

"Get out of my class now or I'll make sure you're suspended." She raised her voice, the students glancing at each other in shock because they never saw this side of her before.

 

 

 

Even Jimin wasn't preparing for that, nonetheless, he watched in pure amusement as the boy rolled his eyes and got his stuff, huffing as he left the classroom and once the door closed behind him, she cleared her throat and gained the attention of her class.

 

 

 

"If I hear anyone else say my name or my late husband's, rest assured you'll be disciplined by the Student Conduct Office. You're here to learn, not gossip. Does everyone understand?"

 

 

 

The class agreed in unison, everyone now silent as she began her lecture. Jimin was proud to see her stand up for herself, watching her in admiration as she interacted with other students and did what she was the best at. Being a good person and a phenomenal teacher.

 

 

 

"The question is, what makes us want to empathize with the one we care for no matter what they do wrong?" She asked the class, her eyes falling on him when his hand raised to answer.

 

 

 

"Jimin. Go ahead and give us your thoughts." She sat back against the desk, hands on the edge as she intently kept her eyes locked with his.

 

 

 

His heart sped up and everyone's attention, most of all hers, was on him as he then cleared his throat and pushed the black-rimmed glasses further on his nose.

 

 

 

"At our core, everyone wants to be loved. Everyone wants to be understood. That's why I think that we try to rationalize a difficult situation involving the person we love because we want to understand how they think and why they do the things they do. It only makes sense for us to want to be closer no matter what. Love is something worth fighting for and on that note, that's why it's worth the risk. It's worth the trouble and pain because there's nothing like it."

 

 

 

"It's complex and we all enjoy a challenge. We're all finding ourselves and we want to do that with someone else to feel less alone. It's a rare and special thing not many get to experience in its entirety. There are a lot of variations of love and what we think is love. We all make mistakes and we all want to be cared for, even the worst parts of ourselves deserve that."

 

 

 

Tala nodded in agreement with his analysis. "Thank you, Jimin. I agree with you. All of us want to be accepted for who we are. When someone can care for you and all the baggage you come with, you know that you deserve it and need to fight for what you have. This means any relationship. A partner, your friends, your parents. We all coexist together and one of the easiest things for us to do is show compassion."

 

 

 

She circled the desk and grabbed the textbook to take a glance at it. "Alright everyone. Go to the home page in your app and click on the first assignment you see for my class. We have about half an hour left in class, so that should be more than enough time to complete your work. If anyone has any questions or something to add, feel free to do so. If not, get started."

 

 

 

That half hour passes by quickly and Jimin takes his time packing his things so it won't seem suspicious as to why he's hanging back.

 

 

 

"Hey, are you doing anything now? Do you want to hang out?" Taehyung asks as he zips up his bag and slings it over his shoulder, waiting for his friend to follow him.

 

 

 

He stuffs his textbook in his bag and notices most of everyone is gone, replying to him. "I'll catch up with you in a minute. I need to talk to Mrs. Martinez about an upcoming test."

 

 

 

The lie was quick and unsuspecting, so the brunette boy nodded, a small ache hitting his chest with disappointment. "Yeah no problem. I'll be in my dorm."

 

 

 

"See ya."

 

 

 

Taehyung made his way out of the building and back to his room to occupy himself in the meantime. Jimin saw she was organizing some papers and putting them in one pile as he approached, his bag heavy on his shoulder, and only now she noticed the remaining student of hers.

 

 

 

"Hey, angel. Do you need something?" She asked sweetly, her voice soft but her face drained of her usual energy.

 

 

 

"You look tired." He observed, and she smiled a little, nudging him to follow her into her office.

 

 

 

"Are you trying to say I look bad?" She joked, locking the door behind them and she flicked on the lamp, walking to put the papers in the desk drawer and he's close behind.

 

 

 

"No, I'm saying you look beautiful but exhausted. I'm sure today hasn't been easy for you." He said while slinging his bag onto the chair, coming up behind to wrap his arms around her small waist and hold her tight.

 

 

 

She sunk into his warmth and turned to hug him which made his heart flutter, her hair tickling his chin. "I'm sorry."

 

 

 

"For what?" He wore a frown on his face from the sudden and unnecessary apology.

 

 

 

"For dragging you into this. For all this drama that you don't need in your life", she sighed heavily, "Even in death he still haunts me. Finds ways to make me miserable."

 

 

 

"This isn't your fault", he reassured, planting a kiss on the top of her head, "You'll be ok, Tala. I'm here for you. We'll get through this together like we always have, yeah?"

 

 

 

"Yeah." She agreed, her chest feeling hollow and the only thing making her feel alive was the body intertwined with hers.

 

 

 

"Jimin..." She glanced up at him, his eyes gleaming and she was so close to saying it.

 

 

 

"Yes?"

 

 

 

Her mouth opens but no words come out. No, it's way too soon to throw this on him. The storm needs to pass, she needs a little more time to fully process this. It's not the right moment.

 

 

 

"Thank you. I know I say that a lot but I mean it. You're the best anyone could ever wish to have."

 

 

 

His cheeks flush and it makes her body heat up from the adorable grin on his face, his crooked tooth a minuscule detail that somehow made him all the more endearing to her.

 

 

 

"Are you trying to get in my pants?" He teased, and she rolled her eyes at his playful behavior.

 

 

 

"No, let me be a sap."

 

 

 

"You're so cute when you're sappy." He brushes a few strands of hair out of her face, his fingers grazing her cheek and she shivers.

 

 

 

"I'm in a down mood right now and you're the only thing making it better." She said, closing her eyes when he leaned down and kissed her neck sweetly.

 

 

 

"You know I've got you." He mumbles against her skin, his lips a blissful escape from the storm that is the rest of the world.

 

 

 

"I just want to let you know I might be acting off for a while. I'm glad he's gone, I'm so relieved that he's dead, but I need to get used to that. My heart accepts it, my brain understands it, but my body feels weird. I feel weird." She explained.

 

 

 

"Hey I understand", he grabs her face and plants a firm kiss on her lips, "If you need some space I get it. He was your first love. You're allowed to feel weird about it. Just like you're allowed to feel good that he was killed. No explanations needed", he grinned towards the end, feeling a rush as the memories swept in.

 

 

 

She smiled weakly. "I guess you pay good attention to my class. Empathizing with those you care about. Accepting them for their mistakes."

 

 

 

"That's because I have the best teacher." He rubbed his nose against hers, the mischief in his eyes making her feel heated.

 

 

 

"Are you trying to get in my pants?" She questioned, and he gasped dramatically, leaning away to clutch his heart.

 

 

 

"How dare you."

 

 

 

"Stupid." She chuckled and pulled him closer by the collar of his sweater, locking lips and pushing her tongue inside his mouth to breathe him in.

 

 

 

"You scare me, Jimin." She confessed, his lips only an inch away and he hoisted her up on the desk, her legs wrapping around him.

 

 

 

His heart twisted as he sunk into her warmth. "You scare me too."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"We should go out to a club. Let loose for a bit. Exams are coming up soon and we need something to distract us before we have to study and shit." Jimin suggests, lying on the other end of his friend's bed who stays huddled with plushies in the corner.

 

 

 

"I've never been to one." The brunette mumbles, drawing patterns on his blanket due to his anxious habits and restless mind.

 

 

 

"What?" Jimin's eyes widen comically and Taehyung flushes pink with embarrassment.

 

 

 

"I know. I'm such a loser." He weakly chuckles, finding it hard to hold eye contact with the raven-haired male regardless of how close they've gotten.

 

 

 

"Not a loser, just a late bloomer it seems. Are you a virgin too?" He asks, shameless in his curiosity and he laughs at the horrified look on his friend's face.

 

 

 

"What? It's just a question."

 

 

 

"Gross." The brunette mumbled, keeping his hoodie up because it made him feel comforted and hidden.

 

 

 

"Tae, I tease you all the time but you know I'd never judge you. You can talk to me about anything. You're too closed up and that's not good for you."

 

 

 

The concern he expresses and even the use of that nickname makes Taehyung feel a certain way and his stomach stirs. There's something about Jimin that he can't take his mind off of no matter how hard he tries. It's so easy to talk to him, but he has to hold back. He can't show all of himself when he's terrified of losing the only true friend he has.

 

 

 

"It's not as easy as you make it sound." Taehyung replied, hoping that maybe they could stay in his dorm and relax instead of going out in public.

 

 

 

"I think you're afraid." The latter stated, his friend's face morphing into a defensive frown.

 

 

 

"I'm not."

 

 

 

Jimin deadpanned, sitting up with his legs criss-crossed. "Yeah, you sound so convinced yourself. Tae, it's ok to be scared but you don't need to be. You're safe with me. You can say what you want, do what you want, and I'll still be your best friend."

 

 

 

The male perked up hearing that, his expression puppy-like. "Best friend?"

 

 

 

The other male grinned. "Yes. Best friend. I know you're hiding underneath that hoodie, Tae. And my mission is to get you out of that closet you've locked yourself in."

 

 

 

The brunette gaped, ears turning red as his friend smirked. "Closet? I'm not in the closet!"

 

 

 

Jimin rolled his eyes, responding sarcastically. "Yeah, and I don't get asked if I'm a girl. Tae, anyone from miles away can smell the fruitiness from you. Embrace it and taste the rainbow!"

 

 

 

"I don't like Skittles." Taehyung chuckled a little at his comeback and his friend groaned dramatically.

 

 

 

"You're deflecting. Do you even know who you are? What you like? Who you like? Because all you do is hide like a coward."

 

 

 

His friend's smile is swiped off and replaced with nothing but a heavy blank stare, feeling an ache in his chest. "That's a bit harsh."

 

 

 

"It's a harsh world", Jimin simply stated, "No point in hiding who you are or worst of all trying to deny it. We're all different, Tae. You being afraid to show your true self isn't going to change anything. Wouldn't you be happier if you found yourself? If you broke free and went out of the norm for once?"

 

 

 

"Not everyone is like you, Jimin", the brunette argued, "Not everyone is confident in themselves. You say what you want, wear what you want, do what you want. You have nothing to lose."

 

 

 

"Wrong", Jimin rebutted, "You don't have to be like me. I'm just trying to help you. Life is a lot easier when you're not denying yourself what you want."

 

 

 

"I don't know what I want." He mumbled, eyes averting to the blanket which he kept on playing with.

 

 

 

"You're like a child. You can't hold eye contact for shit, you hide in the corner like a little boy, and you shrink yourself into any hole you can find."

 

 

 

"You're so rude sometimes." Taehyung sighed, taking off his hood and scratching the side of his neck, his pink lips downturned.

 

 

 

His friend shrugged carelessly. "I'm not rude I just call it how I see it. You're too old to be acting like this. Coddled. It's pathetic and I'm done watching you wallow in self-pity. You and I? We're going out tonight."

 

 

 

The other boy sighed, ready to argue. "Jimin..."

 

 

 

"Nope. No ifs, ands, or buts. We're going out, we're going to dance, drink, and have fun. You and me. You need it."

 

 

 

Jimin's persistence had his friend feeling grateful in a way, even if he was tough and said things bluntly, he knew he was right. He needs to get out of this godforsaken hoodie and do something with his life. All he does is go to class, study, eat, sleep, repeat. No fun hobbies, no new adventures.

 

 

 

Only now is he accepting this and feeling the will to try something different because of him. Jimin. His savior. He's snuck his way into his life and heart and he knows if he tried to pull him out it would be ripped to shreds. He needs this. He needs him. Even if the thought of going to a club full of sweaty people induces the most bone-shaking anxiety he's ever felt in his life he knows he'll be ok.

 

 

 

"Fine." Taehyung responded, nibbling his bottom lip and his friend cheered in success, shaking him excitedly by the shoulders.

 

 

 

"We'll have fun, Tae. Trust me."

 

 

 

"I do."

 

 

 

"Great! Let's get ready then. We need to pre-game. Do you have any alcohol?" He stood with determination and glanced at his friend who blinked slowly at the question.

 

 

 

"Oh, what am I kidding? You don't even look like you'd have any." He snorts, ruffling his friend's hair before moving to see what was in his closet.

 

 

 

"Any good outfits or just hoodies and jeans?" He asked as he went through his clothes and realized how bland his style was.

 

 

 

"Uh...nothing crazy." Taehyung responded sheepishly, and in return, Jimin clicked his tongue in annoyance.

 

 

 

"Disappointed but not surprised. Let's go to my place then. You look about my size. I'm sure we could find you something." He grabbed his friend's hand who didn't bother protesting as they slipped on their shoes and went out to the parking lot.

 

 

 

Now that they're at his place, Taehyung stands by while his friend talks to himself, having a full-on conversation while looking for a suitable outfit. The nervousness is bubbling in his stomach as he sees what he picks out for him. A leopard printed dress shirt, leather pants, and a jeweled belt. The complete opposite of what he would usually wear.

 

 

 

"Um...are you sure about this?" He gave Jimin an unsure glance, and to that, his friend shrugged it off.

 

 

 

"Time to be a big boy and get out of those clothes. Let's go. I need to get ready too." He clapped his hands to express the urgency and got out the same outfit, but instead of a leopard print, it was tiger stripes.

 

 

 

Seeing Jimin fling off his clothes without a care in the world, Taehyung looks away with flushed skin and does the same, putting on the foreign materials and once his friend is done, he makes sure he's good to go before bringing him into the bathroom to start on makeup. Surprisingly enough, he feels comfortable in these clothes, he'd even go as far as to say he looks amazing in them.

 

 

 

"Almost done." Jimin mumbled, dusting some black and brown eyeshadow on Taehyung's eyelids, blowing the excess off before warning his friend to squeeze his eyes and mouth shut to apply the setting spray.

 

 

 

"There we go. You like?"

 

 

 

The brunette opened his eyes, lips parted in amazement at how different he looked. He still looked like himself but better. Elevated. His eyes held a more seductive tone to them, his lips looking bitten and glossed like he'd just been kissed. His hair was parted from the side and slicked back, a few loose strands falling atop his right eye.

 

 

 

"Damn." He exclaimed, eyes locking with Jimin's in the mirror.

 

 

 

"You're amazing." He gushed, still taking in his appearance before adding a few pieces of jewelry laid out to elevate his look.

 

 

 

"I aim to please." Jimin grinned pridefully, happy to see the change he'd made with his friend.

 

 

 

"Now move your butt, it's my turn."

 

 

 

Taehyung chuckled and leaned himself against the doorframe, admiring Jimin's stunning side profile. He felt different, like himself, but cooler. It's amazing what a change of style can do to someone's confidence. He looked nothing like the shy boy hiding in his hoodie. He looked hot, and so did Jimin.

 

 

 

Having a friend like him was rare, something he's never had. He doesn't feel nervous once they leave and head downtown to a spot his friend frequents. He feels alive as soon as he walks in and sees the amount of people dancing. His anxiety is forgotten, almost like it never existed in the first place.

 

 

 

Once the two of them get a few shots in, they dive into the crowd and let loose, everyone cheering them on as they dance to the music and forget all their troubles and worries that were left outside the door. Jimin gets another drink, his body glistening with a sheer coat of sweat as he checks his phone to see a message from her. The world fades around him, his doll lips pulling into a love-sick smile as he responds.

 

 

 

He then turns off his phone once she tells him she's going to bed and they end their conversation with kissy emojis and goodnights. Glancing up at his friend, he nods his head to the beat and watches a few guys and girls grind up on him. He sees how free he is, feeling good in some way that Taehyung is comfortable enough to break free. All he needed was a little nudge, someone to believe in him.

 

 

 

The brunette has never looked happier and Jimin was to thank for that. After a little while, he goes back to the dance floor with his friend, taking in this new side of himself and how beautiful it is to see who he truly was. A closeted boy who was confused with himself, his identity, and what he wanted in life. Jimin knew all too well how that felt even if no one would ever suspect that coming from him. If he can help someone and do some good, maybe he has changed. Maybe he is better.

 

 

 

"Jimin, I'm so wasted right now." His friend slung himself on him in an overbearing hug, but he didn't mind.

 

 

 

"Let's get a room then." He suggested, Taehyung nodding drunkenly before slowly but surely making his way up the steps, not noticing the exchange between his friend and the guard to gain access to a room.

 

 

 

His vision was blurry and the room was spinning, his heart racing as he realized how close Jimin was, the scent of him torturing his soul. Before he knows it, his limbs are falling heavy on a bed and he's slurring incoherent words to himself.

 

 

 

"You alright over there?" Jimin chuckled, taking off his shoes and getting comfortable on the bed next to his friend who was curled up in a ball.

 

 

 

"I'm drunk." Taehyung groaned, lying on his back with his arms spread out.

 

 

 

"I can see that." His friend responded in amusement, finding this state endearing if nothing else.

 

 

 

"Jimin?"

 

 

 

"Yeah?"

 

 

 

"Thank you." He slowly responded, barely able to think for himself so the alcohol did it instead.

 

 

 

"For what, silly?" He rested his head against his fist, watching his drunken friend scoot closer and rest near his chest.

 

 

 

"Being my friend."

 

 

 

It feels good to hear and he laughs at how sentimental Taehyung is being. "You're such a sap. You don't need to thank me."

 

 

 

"You're the best." The brunette mumbles and Jimin nudges him over so he has more room, to which he groans in protest.

 

 

 

"I know I am."

 

 

Chapter 13

He stared at his reflection, wondering if it would smile back, or perhaps mock him. He's been dancing for hours and hasn't seen it. It was silly to think that part of him had vanished. Those voices were still in his head, wriggling around in his brain like worms.

 

 

 

It's almost like killing Leon satiated the blood thirst he felt. The storm had ended and he didn't need to worry about another man, especially one as powerful as him. He knew that Tala was well over him, now only having to work through the aftermath which was the dirty looks she was given and the usual gossip.

 

 

 

Leon Martinez was a big name. He was known worldwide, the only good thing about him was that even in death, she was safe because of who she was. She was a highly reputable college professor who still carried his name. After all, the divorce process wasn't finished before his death so she was considered a widow. Most gave her empathy, but there was always that crowd of people who blamed her.

 

 

 

It's only natural she's surrounded by suspicion. A high percentage of murders are often committed by spouses. Still, it would be convenient if the killer was caught just so she wouldn't have to deal with the nasty looks. She didn't care too much about it, knowing she had nothing to be guilty of. But she's always hated lingering eyes.

 

 

 

Jimin felt for her. He knew what it was like being caught up in a rich and privileged family. An animal caught in a cage, trying to claw its way out. Of course, she told him she got a call back from the family lawyer, confirming what she already knew. She had nothing, she was left nothing, his parents and his cousins taking what should've been rightfully hers.

 

 

 

Regardless, she didn't need his baggage. She was rid of Leon permanently and has the free will to do as she pleases. One of the main things being Jimin. He was happy just thinking about her, staring at the floor with a smile on his face. He's come to the realization soon after killing her husband how much he's changed because of her.

 

 

 

He was a selfish person, a cruel and unforgiving man. But her? She could do absolutely anything and he'd come running back. Hell, if anyone had told him that they were involved with someone who was married, he'd roll his eyes and tell them to fuck off. Since he cared for her so much she was the exception to the rule.

 

 

 

Tala made him see that there is always light, and even a little makes the biggest difference in the darkest of rooms. That being his diseased mind. Tala, Tala, Tala. A constant name in his head, his heart beating just for her every second, his skin icy without her warmth. Nothing feels better than this and to his surprise, his door flies open and she comes in, locking it.

 

 

 

"Tala?" He frowned in confusion, worried about her sudden appearance as he stood from the couch and took off his glasses to rest them on the coffee table.

 

 

 

"Sit down." She demanded, her face flushed as she closed in on him and he did what he was told without a second thought.

 

 

 

"Is everything alright, love? You didn't call me to tell me you were coming over. Not that I'm complaining but-"

 

 

 

She cuts off his sentence by climbing on top of him and grabbing his face in her hands, kissing his petal-soft lips, the familiar sensation boiling in her blood.

 

 

 

"I've had a stressful day."

 

 

 

That's all she had to say and he knew he wasn't going to ask any more questions, letting her do as she pleased.

 

 

 

"Understood."

 

 

 

Once she confirms they're on the same page, she doesn't have the patience to take off all her clothes. She settles for pulling up her skirt and pushing her panties aside, tugging down his sweatpants and boxers just enough so his cock sprang up.

 

 

 

He took a second to pull off his white t-shirt, knowing they were about to get sweaty, and he couldn't resist popping open her cream-colored blouse, the color complimenting her skin tone. Once he unclasps the bra and has her nipple in his mouth, she moans while sinking onto his cock, the warmth engulfing him and making his blood pulse.

 

 

 

"You're in a mood." He chuckles, voice raspy as she leans back to rest her hands on his knees, moving her hips to ride him with her head tossed back.

 

 

 

"I needed you." She responds breathlessly, the rolling of her hips rough and needy.

 

 

 

"I can tell." He groans into her chest, playing with her breasts before sliding his hands down to hold her waist and watch as she takes what she wants.

 

 

 

"You're so wet. Is that why you rush over here? To use me?" He asked with a pleased grin on his face, head resting back against the couch.

 

 

 

"I couldn't stop thinking about you." She confessed, her pace quickening and he could feel his stomach knotting up, close to breaking any moment.

 

 

 

"That's sweet, love. You know I don't mind. Any time you need it, you don't even have to ask." He said while wrapping his hand around her throat, squeezing at the sides carefully and enjoying the view he had.

 

 

 

"I'm gonna cum." She whined, aching to finish, and he glided the hand that was on her waist down her stomach, brushing his knuckles against her skin before his fingers dove between her thighs and started playing with her clit.

 

 

 

"Whenever you're ready, love."

 

 

 

Her mouth fell agape as her body shook, the pressure twisting before snapping, a warm flood rushing through her pulsing veins. He pulled out and finished on her stomach, their skin slick and messy but she kept on riding him, now only slower.

 

 

 

He chuckled at that, her soft whimpers and her gasps. "Still need more?"

 

 

 

She nodded frantically and he grabbed her, pinning her down on the cushions as he yanked off his sweatpants, and pulled off her skirt, bra, and blouse completely so they were fully naked. In an instant, her legs are wrapped around his hips and he's holding the arm of the couch while he pounds into her. The aggressive skin slapping and sting from the impact pumps his heart faster as she takes everything he's giving her.

 

 

 

"I'm gonna cum. Please. Let me cum." She begs, her arms hooked under his as she holds onto his shoulders for dear life, her core pulsing from the brutal thrusts.

 

 

 

"You don't need to beg for it, love. You'll get whatever you want, whenever you want it." He chuckles, leaning down to kiss her sweaty forehead, admiring how messy her hair is and yet it still looks perfect.

 

 

 

"Please, Jimin. Cum inside. Fill me up." She whimpers, the sudden change of speed making her eyes roll back and her legs shake.

 

 

 

"You're so needy, love. Do you want my cum that bad? That's so fucking precious." He hums deeply in pleasure, his hips snapping forcefully against hers until she's finishing with a loud cry.

 

 

 

The blissful look on her face is enough to send him spiraling, hot, white spurts of cum filling her up and dribbling down the sides of his cock. He slowly continued moving, making sure he was drained and she was completely satisfied before pulling out and watching his release leak out of her swollen pussy as well as it on her stomach.

 

 

 

"Water break?" He laughed lightheartedly, a bit worn out and she mimicked him, nodding her head since she was still trying to catch her breath.

 

 

 

"Stay here, love. You're all messy." He rubs his nose against hers as she tiredly giggles and he slips on his sweatpants, making his way to the bathroom to grab a towel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The brunette knew it was wrong. This was his best friend and he was thinking things he shouldn't. Every time they'd study together, images of Jimin's body would pop into his mind, making him shift uncomfortably. The bond they had formed quickly grew into something deeper, something much more serious than Taehyung had anticipated.

 

 

 

He was an artist. Jimin? That was his muse. He had a special notebook just for him, drawing pictures of his friend without him knowing. He shouldn't be feeling this way, but Jimin brought out a side of him he didn't even know would ever surface. He was still that same shy boy, but he could talk louder now, he could look people in the eye. Hell, he's made friends all because he took him to the club and he's got people to hang out with.

 

 

 

The problem was that wasn't enough for him. He knew he was being selfish but he's learning in class that there's a key difference between love and obsession. There are a lot of different terms used to describe love and variations of it. Would he say he's in love with Jimin? Yes. Obsessed? Also yes.

 

 

 

If anyone ever saw his notebook they'd think he was clinically insane. You can't blame him for doing what he loves and that's drawing. All of his other work seems so insignificant compared to the ones of Jimin. He couldn't ever know about this. Ever.

 

 

 

Taehyung knows that he's just a friend. A very sweet, flirty, and attractive friend. Fuck. No, he's not doing this. He can't. Every thought in his mind feels like poison. Sweet candy that he knows he shouldn't taste. They were best friends. Nothing more and nothing less. What they had was special. It felt like soulmates. Purely platonic that is. He blamed it on the loneliness and lack of love in his life.

 

 

 

His parents were always too busy to pay much attention to him. He had a lot of social issues growing up that even therapy didn't improve. So why was it Jimin was so special? Sure, he was drop-dead beautiful, but it was something about him. His aura, the way he made others feel. Taehyung envied that. He wanted what Jimin had and he felt he was getting closer and closer every day.

 

 

 

Jimin has healed him, and built a true friendship with the brunette and what's he doing? Turning selfish and wanting that all to himself. It's a horrible way to feel, and he's sickened with guilt. Jimin isn't his and never will be. He's not interested and every time his friend gets a little too close for what's deemed normal he has to remind himself that.

 

 

 

"Tae? You're spacing out again." His friend waves a hand in front of his face, and only now does he realize he's been staring at Jimin this entire time without actually paying attention.

 

 

 

"Sorry. A lot on my mind." He chuckles sheepishly, looking away with flushed cheeks and twiddling with the ruby ring on his finger.

 

 

 

"Like what? Boys?" He leans in closer to him and wiggles his eyebrows, making Taehyung laugh and hide his face.

 

 

 

"Does someone have a crush?" The raven-haired male poked his best friend's side as he squirmed and uncovered his face to stop him.

 

 

 

"I do not!" He protested, hoping Jimin wouldn't say anything about how much he was blushing.

 

 

 

Being around him sometimes was hard enough, the ache in his chest a painful reminder that even when he was so close his heart couldn't be further away. He changed the subject to something he probably shouldn't bring up considering the way he feels about him. Anything to trick his brain and make his heart stop feeling like this.

 

 

 

"Hey, you've got a girlfriend, right? Does she go here?" The brunette asked, the both of them not worried about the work they were supposed to be doing.

 

 

 

"Yeah she does." Jimin gives a tight-lipped smile, his energy suddenly off as he then starts doing something on his laptop.

 

 

 

It gave Taehyung a strange vibe for some reason. He seemed like he didn't want to talk about it and now he feels bad, hoping he didn't come off a certain way that would make him feel uncomfortable. His unexpected quietness is slightly eerie and he has to ignore the weird feeling in his stomach, like this is territory he shouldn't be stepping into.

 

 

 

"Sorry. Did I upset you? I didn't mean to. If you don't want to talk about it it's cool." Taehyung scrambled to explain himself, only to get a dry hum in response as his friend gave him a not-so-subtle side glare, one that made his skin crawl.

 

 

 

"I prefer to keep that stuff private. It's not your business." Jimin turned to him fully, his eyes scanning the boy almost judgmentally and it made him feel incredibly small.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come off like I was being nosy. I won't mention it again." He waves off, trying to show that everything was cool between them but that's clearly not how Jimin was feeling.

 

 

 

"Yeah. You won't."

 

 

 

The way he said that almost sounded like a threat. Nausea washed over the brunette and his knees weakened as he got up and put his stuff in his school bag, consumed with guilt that he made his best friend react harshly and now he's tearing up, his head turned so Jimin doesn't see.

 

 

 

"I'll see you tomorrow." His voice wavers.

 

 

 

With that, he runs off and Jimin smacks himself in the head, mumbling like a crazy person. "What the hell was that?"

 

 

 

He was asking too many questions

 

That boy is utterly pathetic. Why the hell are you friends with a loser like him?

 

Jimin, you need to be careful. Taehyung is smart and with how often you stay after class in her office he might start suspecting something

 

 

 

"Really? You all sound stupid." He scolded, the anger that had flushed his skin dissipating within moments.

 

 

 

We're looking out for you is all

 

We don't need you screwing this up

 

We didn't do anything. You can't blame us for your mood swings. Thought you were in control?

 

 

 

The voice mockingly added just to annoy him even more. Yes, he knows he did get very short with Taehyung on the subject of his relationship. Not because he was insecure, but instead the fear of him or anyone else finding out and getting in trouble. They were adults and everything was consensual but it doesn't look good to be dating your professor. Then there'll be an investigation and she could lose her job.

 

 

 

He knows the risks of their relationship, and they're smart enough to maintain professionalism in the classroom. Just not in the office. No one sees them in there anyway. The point was that Taehyung was getting too close to something that naturally he'd have an interest in but above any else, Tala was his priority and nothing was coming close enough to jeopardize that. He doesn't care too much about hurt feelings because he's standing on business. If his friend couldn't understand that then so be it.

 

 

 

Jimin didn't respond to the voices in his head, figuring it was best to leave it at that. They were taunting him and he didn't have the energy to deal with it. He'll talk to Taehyung later. Right now? It was hard to get her off his mind, the stunt she pulled last night messing with his sleep since he had an early class and she kept him up.

 

 

 

He'd never complain, especially because she said she needed him so why the hell would sleep matter? Short answer. It didn't if it meant she was the one keeping him occupied. The upcoming weeks were going to get a lot more stressful since exam season is coming up. After that? A nice break to relieve the students and teachers before the next semester.

 

 

 

He anticipated having her all to himself. No homework, no lectures, just Tala 24/7. They could go on dates, to that cliff point just outside the city where they made love under the stars. Thinking about it had him flushing red, feeling sentimental about how fast time had flown by and how good things had gotten for the both of them. It was motivation to finish his work so he could go home and FaceTime her.

 

 

 

It's a few hours when he checks off the last assignment from his list, and everything for the next week is completed. He packs his things, adjusting the glasses on his face before slinging his backpack on and heading to his Lexus parked close by. Even after the work he's done he's still not in the mood for sleep. He's restless and wants to see her again. It's hard for him to contain himself around her, even harder when she's away and all he wants is to hold her close and tell her how beautiful she is.

 

 

 

When he unlocks his apartment door, a wave of woodsy-citrus perfume invades his senses and his heart starts racing when he sees his bedroom light on. He knows she has a key, he gave her one a while ago. Mi casa is su casa and whatnot. He drops his bag on the floor after locking the door, heart thudding heavily in his chest as he approaches his room and opens it, mouth falling agape when he sees her lying on his bed in lacy red lingerie.

 

 

 

"Hi, angel. You're finally home to play with me." She beams, sitting up on her knees as he gets closer and stands by the edge of the bed, her hands running down his chest to tug at his belt.

 

 

 

"What's this for?" He wonders, taking in the sight of her in red, her lips and nails matching and it has all the blood rushing south as she looks up at him with pretty doe eyes, acting all innocent.

 

 

 

"Can't a woman want to spoil her man every once in a while?" She giggles, her hands sneaking under his shirt and her touch makes him shiver, his jeans painfully constricting.

 

 

 

"You spoil me all the time." He corrects, and she licks her lips with a hum, not interested in talking too much.

 

 

 

"I try my best. I just want to make you happy." Her voice makes him melt and he moans softly as she starts biting his neck, sucking on the skin to leave marks.

 

 

 

"You always make me happy no matter what you do." He says, his breath shaky as she pulls off his shirt and licks down to the hem of his pants.

 

 

 

"You look so pretty in red." He praises, eyes shadowed with lust and she bites her lip, pulling off his belt with a soft clank as it hits the floor and she pulls his cock out.

 

 

 

"And you look pretty in my mouth, angel."

Chapter 14

Jealousy was a selfish and insecure emotion in his opinion. It burned in his gut, made rage flood through his veins like adrenaline and all he could see was the image of him mashing the man's skull into the ground. He sat at a table not too far from them, wondering why the hell that incompetent and egotistical manwhore was having lunch with his woman. How dare he have the audacity to be that close to her?

 

 

 

Jimin felt the tiniest bit stupid for getting so worked up. He knows that Professor Kim and Tala are close and have been friends and colleagues for years. But that doesn't mean he can't feel upset by the obvious flirtatious behavior that said man is showing. As much as he hated to say anything remotely negative about her he knew she was a bit naive.

 

 

 

He couldn't blame her of course. When you're with someone who leeches onto your soul and sucks it dry for years on end you come out not knowing who you are, or who to trust, and you lose the ability to read people. Considering she thought she was loved for all that time it's only natural for her to push off any sort of interest from others. Maybe she wasn't oblivious? Maybe that was his personality with everyone?

 

 

 

Regardless, he didn't like how cozy they looked together, sitting at that small circular table that had their knees brushing against each other. From anyone else's point of view it looked as if they were together. To him? All he was thinking about was a way to get her attention without causing suspicion.

 

 

 

Right at that moment, he got up from his seat, and almost like his prayers were answered, he walked past them only to bump into Professor Kim as he stood, the coffee he held now soaking his crisp white dress shirt. Jimin hadn't been paying attention and slowly realized that he had knocked the beverage all over his teacher.

 

 

 

"Ah! You need to watch where you're going!" Professor Kim exclaimed, glaring down his student, and Tala springs up from her seat with napkins to help him clean up.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, his whole body stiff as she stepped in front of him and helped her colleague soak up the coffee that left an obvious stain on his shirt.

 

 

 

"It's ok it's not a big deal." She replied with a smile, giving Jimin a worried glance as he just stood there like an idiot while she attempted to de-escalate the situation.

 

 

 

"It is. This kid needs to be aware of his surroundings. Little shit." He grumbles, taking the napkins and crumbling them in his palm, a frown forming on her face when she sees her colleague towering over Jimin.

 

 

 

"Seokjin relax. It's not like he meant to do it." She tried to reason with him, standing by her student with a hand on his shoulder that had his heart racing.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry Professor Kim. I didn't mean to-"

 

 

 

"Shut it. What's your name." He impatiently cut him off, throwing daggers at the shorter male who acted timid and looked at the floor, hoping to gain her sympathy.

 

 

 

"Park Jimin." He said quietly, glancing over at Tala who kept her eyes on Professor Kim who was overreacting and taking it out on him.

 

 

 

"Seokjin-"

 

 

 

The man put his hand up, her eyes widening at the blatant disrespect as he disregarded her and Jimin's eye twitched. His hand itched to wrap around the man's throat for dismissing her, the rumor of his apparent mood swings proving itself to be right, and even in his fits of rage he would never act like that with her.

 

 

 

"Park Jimin? The one who's never paying attention in my class?" Seokjin asked sarcastically, hands on his hips to show how annoyed he was.

 

 

 

"Yes sir." He cleared his throat, glancing over at the teacher beside him who let go of his shoulder but stayed to keep her friend in line.

 

 

 

"You ruined my shirt with your carelessness. Do you know how expensive this shirt is? Take a wild guess." He exaggerated, getting his point across that his entire day was ruined just because of a coffee spill.

 

 

 

"Seokjin stop it." She warned, but he ignored her and raised his eyebrows expectantly at the younger boy.

 

 

 

"Well?" He motioned urgently with his hands.

 

 

 

Jimin gulped and kept his eyes on the ground. "I don't know, sir."

 

 

 

"That's right. You don't know. Your apologies won't pay for my dry cleaning so get going before I chew your head off. Next time watch where you're going. Stupid kid." The man scoffed, treating his student like dirt underneath his shoe.

 

 

 

Seokjin was known to go off the rails with people but everyone was too afraid of him to say anything. He usually wasn't so bad and only ever put bad students in their place, but if you caught him on the wrong day at the wrong time he wouldn't hesitate to take it out on you. One of his few faults.

 

 

 

"Seokjin that's enough. You have enough money to get a coffee stain out of your shirt and I don't appreciate you talking to our student that way. Do you think you're setting a good example right now?" She stepped in between them, practically in Seokjin's face and Jimin twitched with a slight smirk, amused by the situation playing out in front of him.

 

 

 

Professor Kim gave his student a cold look, noticing the smugness behind his eyes before glancing towards her. "I'm hoping I'm setting a good example for this twat to watch where the hell he's going."

 

 

 

"You're unbelievable", she scoffed and took her student by the arm, "Come with me, Jimin."

 

 

 

He didn't protest and turned to give a smile to Professor Kim, noticing a few other students had been watching the situation and he's pulled into an empty hall, her now standing in front of him with worry written all over her face. The only thing he could concentrate on was how hot she looked defending him like that to her so-called friend.

 

 

 

"I'm so sorry about him. He can be such a dick sometimes. It's not your fault, Jimin." She reassured, and he pouted a little, knowing it made her weak.

 

 

 

"I didn't mean to ruin your lunch. I'm sorry." He played with his fingers, hearing her sigh and get closer to him, the hand on his shoulder making him look up through his glasses.

 

 

 

"He's stressed out because of some personal matters and he's never been good with having patience or keeping his composure when it comes to stuff like this. In my opinion? He deserved it. It was the slightest bit funny to see his reaction when the coffee spilled all over him." She grinned, her lighthearted attitude earning a smile from him.

 

 

 

"Yeah, it was kinda funny." He cleared his throat, looking around in case anyone was watching them.

 

 

 

"If he gives you any more shit you let me know yeah?"

 

 

 

"I can't believe you're friends with him." He said with a slight scoff, hoping that maybe he could put some distance between the two and be subtle about it.

 

 

 

"He's a good person but he lets his anger get the best of him. Don't worry too much about it." She responded, knowing after all these years that Seokjin wasn't a bad guy, but he let his emotions run rampant often enough to cause unnecessary issues.

 

 

 

"Thanks for sticking up for me. I didn't expect him to react like that."

 

 

 

Her appreciative smile makes him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, this whole interaction between them wholesome yet somewhat tense considering the context. He only hoped that he could find another way to push his professor and get another reaction out of him so Tala would cut him off completely. Maybe later on when he's in class he'll start some trouble and play innocent which he's always done very well.

 

 

 

"The way he treated you was disgusting. I'll certainly be having a talk with him after classes are over. He's so ridiculous." She pinched the bridge of her nose with a hand on her hip, inhaling deeply to calm herself down.

 

 

 

"Nevertheless", she puts her hands up, showing she's cool and collected, "You don't have to worry about him. He's just my friend."

 

 

 

Jimin's tone changes and she catches on to the hint of jealousy he has with a not-so-subtle eye roll. "What a great friend to have."

 

 

 

"Look we can talk about this later." She suggests, knowing that he needed to get to class soon and she wouldn't want to hold him up.

 

 

 

"I don't like him." He states plainly, and she hums, eyeing him skeptically.

 

 

 

"Are you saying that as a student or as my boyfriend?"

 

 

 

"I'm saying it as both. He's an asshole and if he treats me like that I'd hate to think about how snappy he gets with you." He responded, his attitude making her eyes narrow.

 

 

 

"Seokjin has it rough, ok? I'm not excusing his behavior but he is a good friend to me."

 

 

 

"He's flirtatious and it's weird. I see it all the time between you two. I don't want him making you uncomfortable and you not saying anything because you don't want to upset him." He argued, and she knew right then and there how jealous he was.

 

 

 

It was both amusing and annoying. He cared enough to be protective over her but he thought she couldn't stand up for herself and that pissed her off. She's not some fragile doll, she's a grown woman and she can defend herself if necessary. She doesn't need him to do that for her. She's not some damsel in distress.

 

 

 

"I can take care of myself. I don't need you getting jealous for no reason. Yes, he can be flirtatious but that's his personality. If you can't handle that, it's not my problem."

 

 

 

"So it's ok if he talks to me like that?" He quipped.

 

 

 

"I didn't say that Jimin", she lowers her voice so no one can hear their argument, "I'm saying that you're mine and I'm yours. I'm not going to fight with you over something so stupid. He doesn't make me uncomfortable and that's all you need to know. You're getting way out of hand here."

 

 

 

He scoffs and pushes his glasses up further on his face, crossing his arms immaturely. "I'm not getting out of hand. Considering you stayed in an abusive marriage for over a decade I have a right to be concerned with you and your other relationships. Who knows what else you're blind to."

 

 

 

Her lips sink into a thin line, not expecting him to pull that card and it stung. "That's not fair."

 

 

 

"The truth rarely is." He snapped back, not bothering to keep his mouth under control because as much as he cared about her feelings he'd have to be the one to give her a hard pill to swallow.

 

 

 

"Jimin, that's a completely different situation." She weakly defended, a knot stuck in her throat even as she said it.

 

 

 

She wished he didn't make such a good point. Yeah, Seokjin had his bad days but he was nothing like Leon. The comparison had her mouth turning sour and Jimin didn't bother sugarcoating his opinion.

 

 

 

"It's not though. He's your friend and he treats people like shit all because of his mood swings. I don't want him ever talking to you like that again. He's lucky I didn't beat his ass to the ground."

 

 

 

"Jimin calm down. He made a mistake." She hissed under her breath, eyeing the students who passed them.

 

 

 

"If he makes another it's his head." He threatened, the look in his eyes sending a chill down her spine as she stepped back with a heavy sigh.

 

 

 

"I don't want you doing anything stupid." She responded, knowing that Jimin always followed through with what he said.

 

 

 

"I won't. But if I catch him pulling a stunt like that again I'm gonna get his ass fired. As your student it's upsetting to see him treat his colleague with such disrespect. As your boyfriend? He's lucky I didn't smash his pretty face in."

 

 

 

"I'm sure once he cools off he'll apologize. He knows when he's wrong and he'll shove down his pride and do what he knows is right. Trust me, Jimin. I know him."

 

 

 

"Yeah, just like you knew Leon so well too right?" He snapped, and her heart dropped to the floor, taken aback by the low blow.

 

 

 

"Jimin don't do this please." She said in a hushed tone, her eyes turning glossy and it made his stomach churn.

 

 

 

Alright, he went too far and he knows that but he just needs her to understand why she has to let her friend go. He's toxic and he knows he won't be able to control himself if something like that happens again. As much as he'd like to twist his neck he's trying to be better for her and control those urges.

 

 

 

"I'm not trying to hurt you, but you need to see where I'm coming from. I only want what's best for you. The way your friend treated me made me feel uncomfortable and that should be enough to make you stay away from him. Unless my feelings don't matter to you."

 

 

 

Yes, he was going as far as guilt-tripping her. It was manipulative but he knew it would get his point across, it would upset her enough to where she'd reason with him and he knew he'd won the argument by the panic flashing in her eyes.

 

 

 

"No, angel. Don't say that. Your feelings do matter to me. Always."

 

 

 

Her hands get close to holding his face but she pulls herself away, keeping distance between them so it doesn't look like anything. They're in a public place, skating on thin ice and she knows better than to get too close no matter how much she wants to.

 

 

 

"It doesn't feel like it." He frowned, looking down at his feet.

 

 

 

"You matter to me more than anything else. I'll talk with him, ok?"

 

 

 

That was deemed good enough, gaining her sympathy and making himself out to be the guy who's just protecting his girlfriend. That is his intention after all.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry if I seem like I'm being possessive and trying to pull you away from him. But I don't like him and I don't want you to be friends with someone like that."

 

 

 

He wasn't exactly sorry but throwing in an apology would make him look better and appeal to her side of things. It seemed to work by the way she responded.

 

 

 

"No. You don't need to be sorry. You're right. I shouldn't have to put up with his shit all the time. Especially with the way he treated you. He's old enough to know better."

 

 

 

There were a few moments of silence where they stared at each other, an odd stiffness between them when they both realized they just had a real argument.

 

 

 

"Is this our first fight?" He chuckled a little, trying to ease whatever tension lingering in the air by playing it off and luckily it wasn't too serious and she did the same.

 

 

 

"I think so. You might have to make it up to me later." She winked, hinting at something he didn't have to think twice about, his lips curving into a smile.

 

 

 

"Yeah after class I wanna talk to you about extra credit. I need to keep my place as your number one student." He played along, her eyes rolling amusingly at him to hide how flustered she suddenly became.

 

 

 

"Seriously though, are we good? You're not mad at me?"

 

 

 

His gaze softened and he gave her that knowing look. "I could never be mad at you."

 

 

 

"Good. It's about time you head to class." She glanced at the gold watch around her wrist, giving him a shoulder pat as she walked past him.

 

 

 

"Yes ma'am." He mumbled to himself, nibbling his bottom lip as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder and walked up the stairs to where his next class was.

 

 

 

"Jimin!"

 

 

 

He heard his best friend's voice, turning to see Taehyung jogging towards him with his bag in hand before walking beside him now that he's caught up.

 

 

 

"Hey, can we talk for a second?"

 

 

 

"Sure, what's up?"

 

 

 

He knew what this was about and found it a good time to clarify some things about that tense moment in the library. He knew the brunette was sensitive and probably beating himself up over it, worried that he'd said the wrong thing and ruined the only meaningful friendship he'd ever had.

 

 

 

"Look I'm sorry about whatever happened between us." He stopped with Jimin right outside the door to talk since they still had a few minutes before class started and not many people were around this early.

 

 

 

"I didn't mean to come off as nosy and I'm sorry that I upset you. It wasn't my intention and I shouldn't have assumed you wanted to talk about it. I just want everything between us to be cool. Can we do that? Just pretend it never happened?"

 

 

 

His desperation was honestly endearing and the tiniest bit annoying to Jimin. Maybe it was because Taehyung was a good person, or maybe he had a serious case of being a people pleaser, but he figured as long as he didn't know there was no reason for hostility.

 

 

 

"We're good, Tae. You know you're my best friend, right?" Jimin grinned, ruffling the brunette's hair who turns red from the rare affection.

 

 

 

"Yeah, I know." He sheepishly responds, hoping his friend wouldn't ever show that side of him again because he still didn't feel right about it.

 

 

 

"You've got nothing to worry about."

 

 

 

If only that were true.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Math was simply the worst subject of them all. Unless you're majoring in something that requires all those silly formulas and confusing theorems, most agreed it was pointless in learning. And who had to teach such a stressful and aggravating class? Once again, the worst of them all. Professor Kim Seokjin.

 

 

 

Jimin saw the side glare from his teacher as soon as he walked into third period, grinning smugly as he and Taehyung made their way to their usual spot and got their laptops and books out. Of course, the two were whispering to each other in class, catching the professor's attention as he then cleared his throat and called out their names, the whole class waiting for their teacher to scold both of them.

 

 

 

"Kim Taehyung. Park Jimin. What is so funny that you need to interrupt my lesson and giggle about it?"

 

 

 

Jimin stayed quiet, the blank look on his face urging Taehyung to say something to break the silence. "Sorry Professor Kim. It's nothing important."

 

 

 

"Well, clearly it is if your friend is laughing about it. Jimin, do you think you could solve this theorem for us? If you have the time to talk and crack jokes I'm sure you have the answers."

 

 

 

"I don't have the answer considering you're teaching a new subject." Jimin rebutted, uncaring of his tone or the fact that he was talking back, ignoring the nudge of his leg from his friend that warned him to shut it and not make it worse.

 

 

 

Professor Kim was taken aback by his student's boldness, knowing that no one else was brave enough to argue with him. He laughed and they all knew hell was breaking loose.

 

 

 

"That's exactly right, Jimin. You don't have the answers. So you two stop giggling like schoolgirls and focus on me."

 

 

 

"Um, that's a bit sexist." The brunette responded, the sharp glare given by their professor making his lips press together.

 

 

 

"Be that as it may, you're interrupting my class with your childish behavior. You guys are in college and need to act like it. Exams are coming up and I'm not allowing anyone in this class to fail or do anything below their best. Understand?" He sternly replied.

 

 

 

"Yes sir." Taehyung responded, nudging his friend's shoulder to do the same which he wasn't.

 

 

 

Professor Kim raised an eyebrow, expecting his other student to do the same. "Jimin? Got anything to say?"

 

 

 

"Nope."

 

 

 

Taehyung mumbled a curse under his breath, praying that their professor wouldn't discipline either of them for this. Meanwhile, Jimin threw daggers right back at his teacher, unconcerned with the possible consequences for disrespecting him and whatnot. In his head, he deserves it for the way he treated him earlier over some spilled coffee. On top of that, the scene of him blocking her out with his hand replayed in an endless loop, adding fuel to the fire.

 

 

 

"If that's how you want to be you boys can stay after class. Now let's move on." He announced.

 

 

 

"We're in such deep shit, man." The brunette sighed heavily, running his hands through his hair stressfully, meanwhile Jimin remained aloof to the whole confrontation.

 

 

 

Just another reason why he didn't like the professor or this boring ass class that he wasn't paying attention to. Kim's voice was like nails on a chalkboard, and he'd rather relearn everything on his own than listen to his shitty teacher. He spaces out the entire time, ignoring the glances given by the man who didn't hide his distaste for his student. He must've had a spare shirt somewhere since there was no coffee stain in sight. See? Dramatic.

 

 

 

Once class was over, both of them packed their stuff and followed Mr. Kim down the hall to their next class, Literary Analysis. Jimin scoffed under his breath, Taehyung fumbling nervously with his ruby ring. Unlike his friend he hated getting in trouble. This was the first time he had gotten in any because he'd always been the quiet student.

 

 

 

"Mrs. Martinez?" He knocked thrice, giving both of them dirty looks and smiling tightly once she opened the door and saw them, her eyes unsure of what's happening right now.

 

 

 

"Yes?"

 

 

 

"I know these two have your class after mine and I'd advise you to keep them separated."

 

 

 

She smiled with a laugh, amused by her colleague's seriousness. "Why? They're good boys for me."

 

 

 

Jimin's heart skyrocketed as she looked over at him and his friend, her playful demeanor catching Seokjin off guard considering they still haven't talked since earlier's coffee disaster.

 

 

 

"They're practically all over each other and their behavior in my class is wildly inappropriate." Professor Kim exclaims, the brunette frowning at his ignorance and Jimin rolls his eyes once again.

 

 

 

"They're good in my class." She reasons, her whole attitude towards this sending Seokjin into a spiral.

 

 

 

"Well you let your students talk and do whatever they want." He rebutted, his tone not as harsh towards her, but more so impatient that she wasn't agreeing with him.

 

 

 

"Mr Kim, I assure you all my students pay attention and do their best just like yours do. I'm not worried about Jimin and Taehyung and shouldn't be either. Do you maybe need another coffee to get you through the rest of the day?"

 

 

 

That had Jimin fighting for his life, biting down harshly on his lip to keep his composure, meanwhile, Taehyung was oblivious to the remark and didn't think anything of it, only wishing that their Calculus teacher would get off their backs about talking in class.

 

 

 

Seokjin sarcastically smiled. "Very funny. I think not. But if these two give you trouble you need to discipline them. I'm serious. You're too nice to these ungrateful little shits."

 

 

 

Tala laughed and gave her colleague a pat on the back, her grin sparkling like sunshine reflecting on water. "Don't you worry Mr Kim. I'll make sure to send them to you if they act up. Are you two gonna play nice?"

 

 

 

Her teasing had both friends glancing at each other with smiles on their faces, the brunette speaking for both of them. "We promise to be good. Sorry, Mr Kim."

 

 

 

The Calculus professor sighs heavily and cuts the other boy a look before accepting defeat. "Alright alright. But next time I catch you two giggling in my class it's game over."

 

 

 

He walked away, mumbling curses as he got back to his room and readied himself for the next class. Mrs. Martinez ushers them both in since they were the first students present, her hand brushing against Jimin's back, being subtle enough so his friend didn't see.

 

 

 

"Alright, you two head to your seats. I don't care if you talk or not as long as when my class starts you both are paying attention. Ok?" She says while rounding the desk, the materials for her lecture already set up.

 

 

 

"Ok." Both of them respond in unison, Jimin catching the subtle wink she sends his way as they walk to the middle aisle.

 

 

 

"Why can't Mr Kim be chill like her?" The brunette said to his friend who hummed in agreement.

 

 

 

"I know right? He probably just needs to get laid." He snickered, Taehyung nudging him as they shared a mischievous look.

 

 

 

For a second he catches Tala smiling to herself while reading something in the textbook she held, and knowing she heard him made all those negative feelings about Professor Kim float away for the time being. He managed to amuse her and again she stood up for both of them despite Kim being her colleague and friend. It was a good day to be her student and an even better one knowing that he was her favorite.

 

 

 

After class was over, he told Taehyung he'd be staying behind a few minutes to talk with her in her office about 'assignments' and to not wait up for him since they had plans to study together at a new coffee shop that opened on campus. Thinking nothing of it, he agreed but decided to wait outside the classroom for him anyway since Jimin shouldn't be long. As soon as the office door is locked, he plops in her chair and spins around, making her laugh at how silly he was.

 

 

 

"You're amused aren't you?" She asked with her arms crossed, leaning back against her desk to watch him.

 

 

 

"Very." He continues spinning in the chair before stopping, looking up at her intensely as he always did.

 

 

 

"You're trouble." She comments with a grin, and he shrugs sassily.

 

 

 

"And you like to hop on trouble's dick." He rebutted, her soft laugh making his chest flutter, knowing she had no reason to deny it.

 

 

 

"That I do. Seriously though, I know what you were doing, pissing him off like that. You're not slick, Jimin."

 

 

 

He hummed in response, rolling the chair closer so he could bury his face in her stomach and slide  his hands under her skirt. "I wonder if you are."

 

 

 

She gapes at his insinuation and tugs at his hair, a groan leaving his lips as she does and forces him to look up at her. "You just can't keep your hands to yourself can you?"

 

 

 

"I mean I could but why would I want to?" He smirked, and when she let go of his hair to caress the nape of his neck, he leaned back in the chair and propped one leg up on the armrest, arms behind his head as he swivels in place.

 

 

 

"He hates me." He pouts mockingly, enjoying the look on her face.

 

 

 

"He doesn't hate you. You're just annoying him on purpose now. You should stop or else you might get disciplined next time." She advised, knowing full well that he didn't care and was doing all this just to spite his professor.

 

 

 

"The only one who can do that is you." He winked, and she shook her head at him, her expression falling serious.

 

 

 

"Do you want me to stay away from him?"

 

 

 

He stops moving in the chair, his expression intrigued. "What do you mean?"

 

 

 

"I'm asking if you want me to talk to him and tell him I don't want to be friends anymore."

 

 

 

He cocked his head to the side, wondering if he was hearing her correctly. "You'd do that?"

 

 

 

She nodded. "Yeah. He's a dick and he ruins my mood with all his drama. I don't need him anyway. I have you."

 

 

 

Jimin felt his tummy fluttering at that and he stood, wrapping his arms around her. "Do what you need to do. I trust you."

 

 

 

He moved her bangs and kissed her forehead, and as soon as her eyes fell to his lips, she didn't say another word now that they were on hers. It was a gentle kiss, her head tilting like his did to fully immerse herself in him.

 

 

 

"You're a little crazy." She mumbled between kisses before he hummed and held one for a few seconds, pulling away to nudge his nose against hers.

 

 

 

"All the best people are."

 

 

 

About half an hour passes before Taehyung is fed up and leaves, not waiting around for him anymore. A few minutes? Seriously? What the hell were they talking about that needed to take so long? He was annoyed and ignored the weird feeling in his gut, passing it off as hunger when it was suspicion.

 

 

 

"What the hell is he doing in her office for so long?"

Chapter 15

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jimin has nothing better to do at the moment than roam around the grocery store, a basket in hand in case he finds something he wants. It's really hard to focus when in only a few hours he has a date. A very special one at that. It had him beaming throughout the whole day just from the thought of seeing her.

 

 

 

He didn't have classes and he couldn't concentrate on schoolwork without thinking about her, and no amount of coffee could keep his brain wired. He wasn't in a working mood anyway and when he didn't want to do something he was going to wait until he did. A strange feeling overtook him as he turned into the next aisle and saw a woman with long, wavy hair. 

 

 

 

She looked a bit like Tala until she turned to grab something off the shelf and he realized it was her. His blood pulsed and his heart skyrocketed, but he kept his cool and acted oblivious while looking for nothing in particular on the opposite side. He got close enough to smell her and he had to close his eyes for a second to fully immerse himself in her presence.

 

 

 

"Goddammit."

 

 

 

Her mumbling caught his attention and dragged him out of dreamland, noticing she was struggling to reach the top shelf to grab a jar of sauce. With a grin, he went over and reached above her head to grab it, so close that when she turned around she bumped into his chest.

 

 

 

"Need some help?" He asked, handing her the jar and she looked stunned for a moment before taking the item with a sheepish laugh.

 

 

 

"Look at you coming to my rescue. Are you stalking me or something?" She mused, putting the item in her cart and turning to face him.

 

 

 

"No. I just saw a stranger in need of assistance." He feigned obliviousness, and she grabbed his empty hand and pulled him into a quick kiss.

 

 

 

"Silly boy. Shouldn't you be studying? Exams are coming up you know and I expect my number one student to do his best." She asked, knowing that he was most likely procrastinating and doing anything else to keep busy.

 

 

 

"You know I never disappoint. I just needed a break. My eyes are burning from the amount of shit I had to read." He complained.

 

 

 

"How about you dance? Won't that take your mind off things for a little while?" She suggests, wondering if maybe the stress is catching up to him.

 

 

 

"Yeah, you're right. I have to do something for that class anyway. At least I'll enjoy the work." He agreed, putting his basket in the cart so he could play with her hair while she decided between a few options for pasta.

 

 

 

"Are you braiding my hair?" She chuckled in disbelief grabbing the strands that were neatly intertwined.

 

 

 

"I love your hair. It's so soft." He complimented, caressing her head as he admired her side profile.

 

 

 

"Where did you learn to braid?" She asked curiously, grabbing a box of Gnocchi and tossing it amongst other items in her cart, moving down the aisle as he walked beside her with his hands in his pockets.

 

 

 

"My sister." He responded, answering honestly and she saw the closed-off look on his face, reading the room and not bothering to ask more about it.

 

 

 

"I was thinking of getting my hair cut. It's long. Too long." She swiftly changed the subject, awaiting his dramatic reaction.

 

 

 

"Don't cut your hair! It's perfect the way it is." His plush lips pull into a pout, an amused scoff in response to that.

 

 

 

"It's just hair Jimin. It can grow back. I wasn't going to cut it too short anyway. Maybe two inches."

 

 

 

"Two inches is a lot." He rebutted, his expression morphing mischievously at the slight annoyance in her tone.

 

 

 

"Barely." She pinched his arm and he yelped, rubbing the sore skin before glancing around to make sure no one was watching as he slapped her ass. 

 

 

 

The loud smack caught her off guard and made her jump a little, her face flushing. "Jimin!"

 

 

 

 

She hissed, hitting his arm with the back of her hand as he pretended to act innocent. His lips curved into a cheeky grin and she had half a mind to hit him again because of how flustered she was.

 

 

 

"Every inch matters." He winked, her head shaking at his antics.

 

 

 

"You're such a drama queen." She eyed him as he pretended to flip his hair sassily in response to that.

 

 

 

"All I heard was queen."

 

 

 

"Boy get out of here." She laughed and grabbed his hand so he was right next to her while she scanned the shelves of bottled juice.

 

 

 

"Mama juice." He randomly blurted aloud, her head turning in confusion.

 

 

 

"Huh?"

 

 

 

He grinned. "It's something I used to say to my mom when I was a kid. I don't even know why. It just sounded funny."

 

 

 

"Well you're baby juice then." She said, grabbing a glass bottle of pomegranate juice to put in her cart.

 

 

 

He leaned in close as she did so and whispered in her heart. "If I'm such a baby let me suck on your tits."

 

 

 

"You're so dirty, stop that! We're at the store." She scolds, her face flushing and she bit her lip to keep a smile from forming.

 

 

 

He of course didn't care and continued making his crude remarks, basking in the constant glares and side eyes she gave him. Anything to make her smirk, laugh, and even playfully hit him.

 

 

 

Once he paid (which she of course argued about) he pushed the cart to where she led him, which was her car, his few bags separated from the rest of her stuff.

 

 

 

"You know I'm kind of realizing how much I like you hitting me." He commented, and at this point, she's so used to his random thoughts that it doesn't catch her off guard.

 

 

 

She pops the trunk of her vehicle and he helps her put the bags away, looking to her for a response. "It's not surprising that you're into it. You're like a puppy. You'd do anything for me and enjoy any attention I gave you."

 

 

 

"What can I say? I want to do whatever I can to stay number one." He leaned in and kissed her cheek, closing the trunk and grabbing his few bags as she pushed the cart into the corral.

 

 

 

"You're my one and only for life." She pinches his cheeks, cooing at his sweet face.

 

 

 

"This is what grandmas do." He blinked, his face flushed from the way she was treating him and her laughter.

 

 

 

"Well, I need to be a mom first before that. Which isn't possible anyways so..."

 

 

 

"Really Tala?" He frowned and she pulled a face, letting go of his cheeks with a shrug.

 

 

 

"It is what it is, Jimin. I'm over it at this point. There's not much I can do so I've accepted it."

 

 

 

"I know that. All I'm saying is doctors are wrong all the time. Maybe it was difficult with him because he wasn't the one."

 

 

 

She raised an eyebrow. "It was difficult with him and is going to be with anyone because it's impossible."

 

 

 

He didn't like hearing that and as much as he strived for being realistic, he had reasons now to lean into a different mindset when it came to her and him. He was now an avid believer that anything was possible. He didn't think he'd ever fall for anyone and look where he is now. 

 

 

 

"Maybe it's not", he argued, "Maybe one day-"

 

 

 

"Jimin, what are you trying to do here? Usually, you're one to stick with the facts and not believe in anything else."

 

 

 

"All I'm saying is nothing is impossible. The doctors could be wrong and even if they aren't, miracles do happen." He explained, her expression softening.

 

 

 

"You're starting to sound like me. The old me. And I was always wrong. I thought that Leon loved me and you see how great that went. He's dead now."

 

 

 

He presses his lips together, unsure of how to respond and something clicks in her brain, her lips curling into a devious smirk. "Is that why you like doing it raw? Because you think there's a chance of me getting pregnant?"

 

 

 

His face turned cherry red and he gaped at her questioning. "No! I just-"

 

 

 

"You're lying." She sing-songed, folding her arms across her chest as she watched him stutter, tripping over his words.

 

 

 

"You wanna baby trap me? Is that it?" She giggled, finding his flustered reaction adorable and he ran his hands through his hair, groaning at the embarrassment he felt.

 

 

 

"I wouldn't have to trap you. You're mine", he huffs, "Besides it's not like I'd mind if somehow you ended up with my baby."

 

 

 

"That's bold of you to say." She chuckled, her heart racing from the way he was looking at her right now, the sun shining in his moon eyes.

 

 

 

"It's never bothered you before." He answered, grabbing her hand to play with her fingers and she beamed.

 

 

 

"I'm never bothered by anything you do. I like that you say what you want. You're a bit crazy but that's what makes you so special."

 

 

 

"Baby talk doesn't make you uncomfortable? Because I get why it would considering we haven't been together long and...other things. I just want you to know that no matter what happens I'm going to stay by your side."

 

 

 

"I can talk about anything with you, Jimin. I'm safe with you. I know that." She smiled softly.

 

 

 

Usually, baby talk in such an early relationship would make anyone run because of the heavy commitment. Her? She didn't mind a single thing he was saying, if anything, it made her feel a type of way to know they could have mature conversations like this and not get so worked up over the details. Thoughts are thoughts, we all have even the most intrusive ones. As long as he's vulnerable enough to share his mind with her, she's ready to see anything that's a part of him. The good, bad, and anything in between.

 

 

 

The contemplative look on his face makes her feel seen, especially when he manages to joke around. "So...we can still go raw?"

 

 

 

Bursting with laughter, she pushes him on the chest as a sheepish grin grows on his face. "Yes, idiot."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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They had gone their separate ways until later on in the evening. He went by her place to pick her up, seeing she was already waiting outside for him and knew his car.

 

 

 

"Hey, love. You look cute." He said, eyes catching her casual outfit of jean shorts, a black t-shirt, and Adidas on her feet.

 

 

 

"I'm in the most basic clothes ever." She snorted in response, returning the kiss he leaned over the console to give her.

 

 

 

"Still the prettiest in my eyes." He pecked her nose and drove with one hand caressing her thigh.

 

 

 

"Damn I forgot to bring a blanket." She groaned softly and he pats her leg.

 

 

 

"Don't worry I brought one."

 

 

 

"At least one of us is prepared." She glanced over at him, narrowing her eyes in suspicion at the troublesome look on his face.

 

 

 

"What's that face for?"

 

 

 

He squeezed her thigh and gave her a sweet smile. "This face? I'm just happy to see you."

 

 

 

"You saw me earlier today, silly."

 

 

 

"I know but now I get to spend more time with you." He gave her a sly glance and she shook her head with a knowing grin.

 

 

 

"You're up to something, aren't you? This won't be some normal movie date."

 

 

 

"It's gonna be fun!" He exclaimed.

 

 

 

"Oh I'm sure." She chuckled and grabbed the hand that was on her thigh, intertwining their fingers and bringing them up so she could kiss his knuckles.

 

 

 

"Do you want anything to eat before we see the movie?" He asked, turning left at the light to follow traffic.

 

 

 

"No, I'm good. I already ate dinner. You?" She cocks her head slightly, admiring his side profile that made her feel giddy inside.

 

 

 

"I think I'll get something on the way. I didn't eat much." He responded, her eyebrows pulling into a concerned frown.

 

 

 

"Why not?"

 

 

 

Her sudden change of tone had him laughing nervously. "You're gonna think I'm crazy."

 

 

 

"I already do." She gave him a look and he sighed, the heat of embarrassment creeping up on him.

 

 

 

"I was too excited to see you and it made my stomach hurt." He confessed, keeping his eyes on the road as she melted.

 

 

 

"Your stomach hurts? I'm sorry, angel."

 

 

 

He smiled, his thumb rubbing against the back of her hand. "It's not your fault. You just drive me crazy is all."

 

 

 

"You know you're always in my mind too." She said, the wistful expression she wore making his heart thump so loud he thought she'd hear it.

 

 

 

"You're just saying that to fluster me." He teased, and she leaned over and kissed his soft cheek when he pulled up to a red light.

 

 

 

"I'm saying it because I want you to know how much I...care about you."

 

 

 

The brief pause in her sentence makes his nerves bounce off the walls. He could've sworn she started saying the L word but maybe he was getting his hopes up too soon. He and his delusions. He didn't point out the hesitation as she said it and instead snuck a few kisses before the light turned green.

 

 

 

"Are you sure you don't want anything?" He asked while pulling into the McDonald's drive-thru, already expecting her answer.

 

 

 

"I'm good. You're the one who needs to eat."

 

 

 

She holds his hand close to her mouth and kisses it, listening to his voice as he orders and soon pulls up to the window. He lets go of her hand to get his card out and pay, and once they get the bag of food he pulls into a spot so he can eat.

 

 

 

"Here." He hands her fries and nuggets, and she takes them, watching as he pulls out a separate meal of his own.

 

 

 

"I said I didn't want anything though."

 

 

 

"Too bad. I want you to eat." He shrugged carelessly, her quiet 'thank you' making his heart swell as she ate.

 

 

 

"Can I tell you something?" He asked while watching her, unable to peel his eyes away from the masterpiece sitting next to him.

 

 

 

"Anything. What's up?" She said once swallowing her food, continuing to finish the last few fries left.

 

 

 

"Are you happy with me?"

 

 

 

She paused, her eyes flickering across his face to pinpoint why he'd ask such a thing. "I'm very happy. The happiest I've ever been."

 

 

 

He nodded, pleased by that answer. "Good. That's all that matters to me."

 

 

 

"Jimin." She starts, a hum from him telling her that he is still paying attention even now that he's averted his eyes on his food.

 

 

 

They wouldn't stop whispering in his head at the worst time possible. He couldn't fucking eat in peace without their obnoxious voices buzzing in his ears like a fly that just won't go away. Horrible moment to feel a dull ache in his chest, as if the world was crashing down on him at a perfectly tranquil time of his day. 

 

 

 

"Are you happy too?"

 

 

 

"Of course I am."

 

 

 

"You sound like you're doubting me." She questioned, a feeling in her gut telling her that there was more to this than he's letting on.

 

 

 

The heavy expression he wore told her as much, and she hated tense moments like this. She knows that he's young and what they're doing is frowned upon for a multitude of reasons. It's only human for him to doubt her considering she omitted the truth from the very beginning. She's not taking it too personally.

 

 

 

"I'm not doubting you. It's just that sometimes when I look at you it seems too good to be true. My life has never been the same since I've met you. It's like I'd been living in darkness and then you shine the tiniest bit of light on me and all of a sudden I'm a completely different person."

 

 

 

"You did the same for me, Jimin."

 

 

 

He wipes his hands on the napkin, crumbling their trash once she's done into the bag before handing her his drink so she can take a sip before he does.

 

 

 

"I don't mean to ruin the mood or anything. Sometimes I need to pinch myself to make sure you're real."

 

 

 

Her hand brushes against his as he takes the soda and drinks from the straw, his lips pursing as he does so and to lighten him up, she leans in and pinches his arm.

 

 

 

"See? I'm real. I'm right here."

 

 

 

The sting reminds him of that and everything else melts away, including the voices nipping at the back of his mind. It pissed him off and now that she's kissing him they're gone and they don't matter anymore.

 

 

 

"You don't need to worry about me. I've always got your back. It's us against the world." She reassured, taking the drink from his hand and putting it back in the cup holder.

 

 

 

"Now hurry up and throw the bag away. I don't want us being late to the movie." She grinned, pecking his cheek and he nodded, inhaling deeply to calm himself.

 

 

 

"Yes ma'am."

 

 

 

Once they got to the movies, he wrapped her in his blanket since it was cold and dark outside, the bright lights of the building causing her stomach to stir with excitement. It's been so long since she's been to the movie theater and what made it better was the one who held her hand as they scanned their tickets and made their way to their seats up top.

 

 

 

"Do you want any snacks?" He asked once they got comfortable under the blanket she tossed over him to share.

 

 

 

"I'm full."

 

 

 

He visibly perks up. "Oh wait. I have something."

 

 

 

She eyed him curiously as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a small red tin, peeling the top off and handing her a piece of chocolate which she was reluctant to eat at first.

 

 

 

"Chocolate?" She looks at him quizzically.

 

 

 

"Special chocolate." He corrects with an eyebrow raise, popping one in his mouth to show off and she gasped.

 

 

 

"Is this drugs?" She hissed under her breath while leaning in.

 

 

 

He snorted. "Uh, no. Yes and no. It's all-natural. Trust me."

 

 

 

"I'm supposed to eat this random piece of chocolate because you say so? What's it even for?" She questioned curiously, not because she didn't trust him, but because she wanted to know what this plan of his was.

 

 

 

"It's for fun." His eyes gleamed with perversity and had her feeling both thrilled and unsure as realization hit.

 

 

 

"I cannot believe you bought these."

 

 

 

"I've never tried them before! I thought you'd like it." He explains, charmed by her flustered reaction.

 

 

 

"But we're at the movie theaters." She mumbles while glancing around.

 

 

 

"So? Even better. Let's see if you can resist me." He giggled, watching as she unwrapped the candy and popped it in her mouth, accepting his challenge.

 

 

 

"You'll be eating your words, Jimin."

 

 

 

"Whatever you say, love." He cooly responded.

 

 

 

The harmful competition between them dwindled as soon as they were a few minutes into the movie and he was squirming underneath the blanket, feeling the effects take over and occasionally glancing her way to see if it was catching up to her. Luckily there weren't many people in here and being in the back had its perks. But damn, he was not expecting to be hit this hard.

 

 

 

"You good over there?" She gave him a curious glance, and he nodded, playing it cool.

 

 

 

"Yeah. These jeans are just itchy." 

 

 

 

"Itchy? How about tight?" 

 

 

 

Her playful smile made him return a sarcastic one. "You wish."

 

 

 

He hated how right she was and it was a struggle staying still. She noticed his breathing was heavier than usual and although she could feel why, she was better at not causing suspicion. He was going to break, she knew it and he knew it. It was only a water of time. Her panties were soaked and she started subtly rubbing her thighs together, biting down on the blanket when she felt a warm hand slide over her thigh.

 

 

 

"Can we leave please?" He whispered in her ear, his heart racing much like hers, and yet she still managed to hold strong.

 

 

 

"The movie just started." She batted her eyelashes, and he moaned quietly into her neck, sliding his hand further up and she bit her lip to suppress the noise threatening to spill out.

 

 

 

"You win ok? You can do whatever you want to me. But please. It fucking hurts." He rubs his nose against her throat, the smell of her only intensifying the pulse between his legs.

 

 

 

"You can wait a few minutes. Keep going." She said, her permission allowing his fingers to hastily undo her jean shorts and sink into her panties.

 

 

 

"I don't want to make a mess." He warned, her hand now palming his cock and his eyes flutter close as he touches her, his mouth salivating for a taste.

 

 

 

"Too bad. I won, didn't I? It's my game now."

 

 

 

She loved seeing him desperate like this, whimpering in her ear with his bulge in the palm of her hand. Her core burned with every graze against her clit, her stomach coiling and ready to break at any moment but she took a few deep breaths and pulled away. 

 

 

 

"Let's go."

 

 

 

They quickly adjusted themselves and rushed out into the car, hopping into the backseat and tearing each other's clothes off, paying no mind to the movie they paid for and were supposed to watch. If anyone caught them doing this they could get in serious trouble, the rocking of his vehicle making it painfully obvious as to what was going on inside.

 

 

 

She held him by the throat as she rode him, their skin slapping against each other as they finished once and went at it immediately in need of another release. The heat was so intense they couldn't wait for another second, no patience existent at the moment as he flipped her onto her stomach and took her from behind, pulling at her hair so she'd turn to watch.

 

 

 

"Do you think we can make it home?" She stuttered between rough thrusts, moaning in pure bliss as another orgasm crashed and electrified every cell in her body.

 

 

 

"Maybe after one more." He breathlessly responded, grabbing her so she laid on her back and arched as his tongue went to work and her fingers dove into his hair.

 

 

 

Once they cooled down after the third high was chased, they forced themselves to take a break and put their clothes back on so they could head home. The streets were pretty much empty for once, and he took it as a sign of luck because he's rock hard and has been this entire time.

 

 

 

"How long is this supposed to last?" She breathed out, resting her head against her fist as he caressed her skin, eager now that they were at his place.

 

 

 

"Depends. I'm sure we can go all night."

 

 

 

The car is parked and he carries her into the elevator and to his apartment door. He fumbles with his keys and once they're inside, they can't make it to the bedroom before they're naked and he's taking her on the rug in his living room, unbothered that he'd have to wash it again.

 

 

 

"Do you need to stop?" He asks, hoping this isn't too much for her but the smile she gives is enough to reassure him.

 

 

 

"If you stop you'll just upset me." She hisses when the head of his cock rubs against her teasingly.

 

 

 

"Duly noted." 

 

 

 

Her soul almost leaves her body as he pushes inside again and buries his face into her neck, whimpering shamelessly from the warmth sucking him in.

 

 

 

"You're so sweet, angel." She giggles before breaking into a moan, his rough thrusts making her claw at his back, deep enough to leave marks.

 

 

 

The twist of pain and pleasure has him finishing abruptly, the knot snapping so sharply that it has him trembling, mumbling curses while she kisses his shoulder and sinks into the comfort of being filled.

 

 

 

"Maybe we should at least attempt to crawl to the bedroom."

Chapter 16

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Final exams were over. The stress of studying, pulling all-nighters, and unhealthy amounts of caffeine were all forgotten as soon as semester break was rewarded to every college student who made it past finals. Obviously since Jimin had done exceptionally well that meant he was being spoiled 24/7.

 

 

 

Even though she still had to work and prepare materials for the next semester, she let him stay at her place until school was back in session. He was happy about that, waking up in her bed every morning, the smell of coffee and breakfast making him feel like he was at home. He deserved it. He deserved to be loved and no one was going to take that away from him.

 

 

 

Now he's sat at her vanity, the LED lights on the frame making his eyes sparkle as she straddled his lap and adjusted herself comfortably, a few makeup items scattered to be put to use. They were going out tonight, a new restaurant they've never been to before. Something to try together. A small but meaningful thing that mattered most to him. Making memories with her. 

 

 

 

"Are you gonna doll me up?" He beamed, his eyelashes fluttering cutely as she kissed his cheeks and grabbed an eyeshadow palette along with a brush.

 

 

 

"Of course I am. Mine is already done and I want us to match." She said, looking down at the array of colors, contemplating what she should do.

 

 

 

Her makeup was simple yet stunning. Black cat eyeliner, sparkling gold eyeshadow, and black on her waterline. Him? She figured she'd do the exact same but with silver instead since that was his color. A smaller wing too because his eye shape was different than hers.

 

 

 

"I know whatever you do it'll be beautiful" He grinned, pecking her lips since her face was so close to his.

 

 

 

She was too focused to reciprocate but appreciated the gesture, and he stayed still once she grabbed his chin to hold him in place, her scent making his heart race. Her small touches, how she'd tell him to close his eyes or move his head to the side so carefully like he was made of glass. 

 

 

 

"Lift your head up." She says, voice low as the relaxing atmosphere is filled with the music playing from her phone.

 

 

 

He does as she says, the soft bristles of a brush tickling his eyelid. His hands squeeze her thighs out of habit. He loves how soft they are.

 

 

 

"Can I talk?" He mumbles curiously, trying not to disturb her.

 

 

 

"Of course you can, angel. I can multitask." She responds, dipping the brush back into the palette, tapping off the excess and going back to work.

 

 

 

"I really appreciate you doing this."

 

 

 

His voice was heavy with emotion, and although his eyes were closed, she didn't need to see into them to feel it. For some reason being in his lap like this, his hands secured on her thighs with music playing felt so incredibly intimate it made her heart squeeze. 

 

 

 

Maybe because she never did things like this with Leon. Now that she's with Jimin she's realizing just how different they were. Leon would never allow this. If anything, he never liked when she wore makeup, claiming she was doing it to 'seek attention' or that its 'catfishing'. Bullshit like that. Words that Jimin would never dare to think let alone say.

 

 

 

"Your makeup?" She asks, referring back to his question and he hummed.

 

 

 

"Yes. That and everything you're doing for me. Everything you've done. I want you to know how much it means to me."

 

 

 

She closed the palette, setting it down on the vanity and told him he could open his eyes while she grabbed a stick of mauve blush. As her finger ran in circles over the product, collecting it to dab on his skin, she smiled a bit while looking at him, his eyes sparkling like diamonds. He was beautiful barefaced but with makeup? Incredibly dangerous. 

 

 

 

"Thanks, angel. I like doing your makeup. It's fun." She said with the most stunning smile ever, one he'd never forget.

 

 

 

His heart swells as her ringer finger swipes across his cheeks, tapping the creamy mauve blush into his skin. He held the sun in his hands, so bright and warm and it was melting him. The song previously playing ends and a new one begins. You Belong To Me by Cat Pierce. 

 

 

 

She starts singing and he closes his eyes, the emotion he's feeling and the beauty of the moment catching up to him and making him teary-eyed. She's the only one that could accept him as he is. All his imperfections. His bad moods, his cold attitude, his clinginess, his possessiveness. 

 

 

 

"I love you."

 

 

 

The music continues but her voice doesn't. It catches his attention, his heart hammering in his chest as she stares at him, honeyed orbs glossy and unsure. Was that the song or him?

 

 

 

"What?" She blinked slowly.

 

 

 

He gulps thickly, his stomach dropping in nervousness. Shit. Was it too early to say that? Was it too much? Regardless, he had no hesitation in repeating it. He knew what he was feeling and he wanted to share that with her. That wasn't selfish of him right?

 

 

 

"I love you." He states, more confidently than before and the hot tears spill down her face just as they did his.

 

 

 

"Jimin..."

 

 

 

"It's ok if you don't want to say it back. It's ok if it's too soon for you, if you need more time. I'll wait years if I have to. I just wanted to let you know. This is real."

 

 

 

His hands move from her thighs to cup her face, the perfect timing of the music making them both smile.

 

 

 

I must confess to you

I want to possess you

 

 

 

"You know so many men have wanted to lay me down. But none of them wanted to pick me up."

 

 

 

His eyes are soft and his mouth opens, his words swallowed by the claim of a kiss. It's painful, it's heated, it feels like he's in hell and he's burning alive for all of his sins. Then it's relieving, like the first breath of life. Her small cry that sends a pang to his chest makes him pull her impossibly closer, chest against chest, hearts racing to the end of time. 

 

 

 

"I don't need to wait. I don't need to keep this in anymore. I love you and I won't stop."

 

 

 

She puts her fingers to his mouth, hushing him so she can continue, her fingertips tickling from a sensation close to touching a flower. Delicate and sweet.

 

 

 

"Even if you break me, tear me apart piece by piece. I don't care what you do as long as you love me."

 

 

 

"I won't break you. I promise." He reassures, his hands trembling as he caresses her cheeks.

 

 

 

"Don't make promises you can't keep"

 

"You'll hurt her. Thats all you're good at"

 

"You can run but you can't hide from who you are"

 

 

 

He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, mentally cursing them before his mind quiets and his brain can process she's in the palm of his hands. She notices it, a detail thats barely noticeable to the eye. But she's smart enough to catch on and it concerns her.

 

 

 

"Jimin? Are you ok?"

 

 

 

"Yeah. I'm ok. I'm more than ok." He chuckles, eyes a bit frantic as his smile falters and he visibly starts to crack.

 

 

 

His eyebrows pull into a frown and his eyes grow heavy, his bottom lip quivering. "I'm scared, Tala."

 

 

 

His confession makes her heart plummet, worry etched onto her face and now she's holding onto him, hoping to pull out what he's keeping in.

 

 

 

"Its ok to be scared. I know you are. But we don't need to be." She reassures with a warm smile, his eyes flickering everywhere until they stop on hers.

 

 

 

"I don't want to hurt you. I won't. I promised them I wouldn't."

 

 

 

He chokes a little, his slip not going unnoticed by her and she's tilting her head in curiosity. "Them? What are you talking about."

 

 

 

He shook his head. "Sorry. I meant you. I promised you...and myself. I just want you to be happy."

 

 

 

"Then why are you scared? You told me not to be remember? I tried to run but you stopped me. You told me I didn't have to be afraid and that I'm strong."

 

 

 

"That was before I fell in love with you." His voice wavers, and he looks to the side to blink away his tears, her hands pulling him to focus on her again.

 

 

 

She's determined to get through to him. She's knows him too well and understands whats happening here. It's an emotional moment and he's confused on how to take this but it's ok. He needs to know no matter what's going on in his head it's all a lie. Whatever is causing his doubt isn't real. He's in control.

 

 

 

"Jimin. Talk to me. You're never like this." She whispers, stunned to see his shell finally unfold to reveal what he's been hiding.

 

 

 

"I always screw up. I don't want to but eventually I will. Now that we've finally said it it feels so much more real now. It was real before but now it's life and death to me."

 

 

 

"Jimin you're not making any sense." 

 

 

 

"I can't fuck this up. You're all I have." He grips onto her shoulders, not too tight to hurt her but she senses his urgency.

 

 

 

He's spinning around in circles. She doesn't know the turmoil he's going through, she doesn't know the overwhelming noise bouncing around in his head. They won't shut up now. It's so loud he can barely hear himself.

 

 

 

"You're nothing"

 

"You're worthless"

 

"You're not real without us"

 

 

 

"Please make it stop. It's so loud." He clutches his ears tightly, panicking and she holds him in her chest, realizing he must be having some kind of episode.

 

 

 

"It's just us Jimin. No one else. Just me and you." She whispers.

 

 

 

She turns off the music to not overstimulate him. Instead she hums a song to soothe him, the sound coming from her throat sending vibrations to his body that wash away the noise and animosity he felt. After a few minutes of coaxing him, he lifts his head and wraps his arms around her waist. He stared up at her in both wonder and embarrassment. How the hell was he going to explain this now?

 

 

 

"I'm sorry..."

 

 

 

"You don't need to be." She reassured, her fingers running through his hair and she's just now realizing how pretty he looks when he cries, his makeup still intact from the power of setting spray.

 

 

 

"My thoughts get loud sometimes and I have fits." He mumbles, looking down at his lap while he holds her waist for support.

 

 

 

"Have you always had them? Since you were a kid?" She asks, to which he nods and exhales shakily.

 

 

 

"Yeah. I'm clinically insane." He scoffs, laughing a bit to lighten the mood and she goes along with it, not wanting him to feel isolated.

 

 

 

"I can tell", she pecks his nose, "That's alright with me though. I don't mind a bit of crazy."

 

 

 

"You sure about that?"

 

 

 

He was serious when he asked it, she could feel he was, but she didn't take it that way. Instead she grinned and ignored the uncomfortable look he gave her, something flashing in his eyes that sent a chill down her spine. He was so pretty. So sweet. That's all that mattered. 

 

 

 

"We live in an insane world. The most sane thing of us to do is go insane. Don't you think?"

 

 

 

"Whatever you say." He sighs wistfully, his body relaxing instead of being coiled up like tangled wires trying to pull away from the knot its stuck in.

 

 

 

"You worried me for a second there. Do you need something for that? The fits I mean." She offered.

 

 

 

"I take medicine so it's not as bad. That hasn't happened in a while." He lied.

 

 

 

He didn't take a single prescription for any of his 'problems'. Maybe if he did he wouldn't be like this but he'd rather not risk it. Without them what would he be? Who would he have? He has her but even then he needs to be careful or else he'll lose her too. Him and his unpredictable lash-outs are getting out of hand. For now he pushes it to the back of his mind, focusing on what's more important. Her.

 

 

 

"Sorry. I feel like I triggered you somehow." She awkwardly smiled, and he shook his head, not wishing for her to feel guilty.

 

 

 

"No it's not your fault. I just needed a moment to settle down. I get overstimulated easily. You calmed me down though. Thank you for that."

 

 

 

He nuzzled his nose against hers and she giggles. "Anything for you, angel. Are you still up for going out? Or would you rather stay in and order food."

 

 

 

"I don't want you thinking I can't handle this. I've been this way since the day I was born, alright? I'm good now. I promise." He reassured.

 

 

 

"I trust you, Jimin. If you say you can handle it I know you can."

 

 

 

"Good. In that case are we ready?" He pecks her lips as she hums in response, standing from his lap to fix her hair in the vanity mirror and touch up her lipgloss.

 

 

 

"Tala." He says to get her attention, her body turning towards him.

 

 

 

"Yeah?"

 

 

 

"I love you." He grins, the smitten look on his face making her blush and roll her eyes.

 

 

 

"I love you Jimin. Now get up or we'll be late." She tugs at his arm, him sighing dramatically as he stands up and holds her waist, leaning down to kiss her.

 

 

 

"Did I tell you how much I love you?" He mumbled.

 

 

 

She laughs as he keeps attacking her with kisses. "Yes, Jimin. It's time to go."

 

 

 

He rolled his eyes sassily with a huff. "Fine."

 

 

 

The rest of the night was like a blur. He heard everything, he felt everything, but he'd never been more at peace. It was like his life was playing in slow motion, every kiss, every compliment, every touch a moment he'd never forget. 

 

 

 

She's enough for him, she's in love with him. Any doubts, any voices gnawing in the back of his mind, why should he care what they say? The only flaw of hers was that she was flawless.

 

 

 

He's not sure about anything but he knows this. Whatever she's seeking he's not leaving. She had shadows and he'd show her his. She crawled into his heart, took him apart, and he let her do what she pleased, unable to resist.

 

 

 

The problem with love is he's blinded by it. It rattled his lungs but his mind was tangled between their little flaws. Every breath shared, every crash of ecstasy, she was pulling him in. Two becoming one. If she hurt then so did he. If she loved than he did too.

 

 

 

She was the girl he needed that he never had. Tala saw him through the good and bad, taking him as he was and not bringing him back. As the moon followed them home, rushes of air flowing through them as they sang and rode that high, he knew there'd be no getting over her. If she loved him maybe he wasn't so bad. Maybe he wasn't a monster.

Chapter 17

 

 

 

 

 

 

She was dripping with sweat when she got back to her apartment, heart beating erratically as she walked in and locked the door behind her, chugging the electrolyte water in hand. The air conditioning swept over her body, relieving her of heat so she could take a moment and catch her breath.

 

 

 

She was sticky and needed a shower immediately, her thighs burning from the intense workout she had done only minutes before. The faint sound of a phone catches her attention and she instinctively smiles, knowing Jimin is still cuddled up in bed scrolling on social media.

 

 

 

Slipping off her shoes, she tip-toed to her bedroom and creaked the door open to peek in and see his small body hidden under the comforter. His black hair stands out against the blood-red sheets, and he hasn't even noticed she's walked in until she realizes why he's so distracted.

 

 

 

He's watching cat reels on Instagram. How original. She snorts as she moves closer, shaking her head at him and his adorable face perks up to see her entering, only his nose and above visible to her now that she's by the foot of the bed.

 

 

 

"You're watching cat videos at 8 in the morning?" She grins, finding it endearing when he forms a flustered frown.

 

 

 

"Are you judging me?" He sassily retorted.

 

 

 

"No. It's cute." She chuckles and pats his foot, unraveling her hair from the bun and he watches in mesmerization as it perfectly falls down.

 

 

 

"You're all sweaty." He observes, the kittens on his phone tossed aside as he's now taking in the sight of her flushed and exhausted, body clad in a maroon colored fitness set.

 

 

 

"I just got done with my workout. That's why I'm up this early. Did I wake you?" She asks, tossing her scrunchie onto her vanity and resting her hands on her hips, midnight waves cascading over her honeyed skin.

 

 

 

"Kind of. I turned to hold you but you weren't there." He blinked as she moved near him, her hands running through his hair and he made a noise, almost like a kitten. 

 

 

 

"Aw, my angel missed me. Can't even go thirty minutes without me huh? I'd say you're obsessed." She grinned, booping the end of his nose and running her fingertips across his soft mochi-like cheek.

 

 

 

"I'm not gonna bother denying that." He responds, sinking into her touch and as soon as he closes his eyes it's gone.

 

 

 

He makes another noise, a groan of annoyance while she walks into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

 

 

 

"I'll make us breakfast once I'm clean." She announces, slipping off her tight spandex leggings and bra, and putting her clothes in a pile on the floor.

 

 

 

He slinks out of bed, practically skipping over to lean against the door frame and watch her turn on the shower and brush her tangly hair out while the water warmed up. She takes notice of him staring and can't stop her lips from curving into a smile, feeling flustered since he's quiet and intently observing.

 

 

 

"You think you can go a day without touching me?" She jokes, putting the brush back in the drawer before stepping into the shower, everything visible since she was surrounded by glass.

 

 

 

"If you mean sexually then yes. But if we're talking in general no. I'd die if I couldn't touch you."

 

 

 

"That's a little overdramatic don't you think?" She laughs, rinsing off her body under the steaming water and turning the knob to cool for her hair.

 

 

 

"When you're with me I need to touch you. It's the easiest way for me to show my love." He responds, arms crossed over his chest while he stays in place, watching as she pours shampoo into her palm and massages it into her scalp, the warm scent filling the air.

 

 

 

"You're so sweet, angel."

 

 

 

He ponders a thought before asking. "Can I get in with you?"

 

 

 

The mischief in his voice is an easy catch and it makes her heart stutter. "No, Jimin. I'm getting out soon anyways."

 

 

 

"Please Mommy?" He whined, chuckling when she turned her head and gave him a nonthreatening glare through the foggy glass.

 

 

 

"I don't think so." She pressed.

 

 

 

"Damn. I thought for sure you'd fold." He sighed, clicking his tongue impatiently.

 

 

 

She held a sort of power over him, one that made her feel good and she didn't hide that. Maybe even a little smug about it. Once she's done showering, she wraps herself in a towel, her textured hair wavier now that it's wet and dripping down her back.

 

 

 

"Excuse me." She says, pushing her way past him and making sure her body brushed against his.

 

 

 

Like a feral animal, he followed behind and sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at her with sweet yet not-so-innocent eyes.

 

 

 

"Need something?" She inquired, a knowing look on her face as he bats his pretty lashes, expecting to get something.

 

 

 

"Nope." He smacks his lips, and she shrugs almost teasingly, her back turning to him now that she's taking clothes out of her closet and setting them down next to him on the bed.

 

 

 

"Jesus, you're like a cat. I can't ever get any privacy with you around." She joked, her body standing close enough that her legs were between his.

 

 

 

"Can I lick you?" He cocks his head, her mouth dropping open when she has to take a step back when he crawls to his knees, eagerly waiting a response.

 

 

 

"Jimin..." She heavily exhaled, feeling the pulse between her legs.

 

 

"You're so pretty. I can't help that I want you all the time." He rubs his cheek against her thigh, a shade of crimson sneaking up to bloom across her face, her legs weak from the heat spreading.

 

 

 

She stutters, not able to form words when he's acting so...submissive. He's literally on his knees and the sight is enough to send her straight to heaven, his words tumbling down the walls she tried to uphold, hoping that maybe they could be somewhat productive today. But damn maybe something quick wouldn't hurt.

 

 

 

"Baby I said I was gonna make breakfast." She dives her fingers into his scalp, massaging his head while he plants hungry kisses along her thighs, intentions clear as day when he looks up to meet her eyes.

 

 

 

"That's not what I'm hungry for."

 

 

 

She doesn't protest, simply enjoying him acting so needy and shameless, like a cat in heat, orbs of black beckoning her to dive in and lose herself. A shiver runs across her spine, the droplets of water from her hair tickling her back. A contrasting rush of heat swims through her veins when he sneaks his head under the towel she's gripping, lips sucking at her inner thighs, painful and wet with vibrations from his mouth reverberating through her.

 

 

 

"I guess I should beg."

 

 

 

He tugs at the end of the towel which falls to the floor, her body bare and goosebumps rising on her skin from the lack of coverage. Her head tilts back, words stuck in her throat and the only thing she can say aren't words. It's all noise. Soft moans orchestrate a melody in his brain, waves of sound that stir heat in the pool of his belly.

 

 

 

"Please, mommy? Can I lick you?" He laps at her skin, his tongue running across her thighs while he clings onto her, a starving man she's made him into.

 

 

 

"Jimin." She chokes out, his mouth dancing across her stomach, his breath teasing her.

 

 

 

"You're perfect. So perfect." He mutters, running his face across her body, every divine part of her relishing in his worship.

 

 

 

"I love you, Tala." He whimpers, the throbbing between his legs painful and he's drooling.

 

 

 

He looks pathetic. Eyes teary and lustful, he's begging and he can't do anything until she's permitted him. She's teasing him, she's making him crawl on his knees to prove he means it. She adores the sight, her eyelids heavy and struggling to peel open. 

 

 

 

But the sight is too good to be true. His cheeks are red and he's flushed with arousal, a tainted angel with broken wings, pleading her for salvation. She makes or breaks him. That's the power she's never had, and now that she's tasted it, being someone's divine source of life, she's holding onto it like it's the very air she breathes.

 

 

 

"Be a good boy and earn it." She pats his cheek, taking the control he lent her, pulling at the invisible chain she had around his neck.

 

 

 

"Yes ma'am."

 

 

 

His bottom lip quivers, his hot mouth tasting her thighs once again, cute and whiny moans leaving his throat when she grabs his hair.

 

 

 

"Tala."

 

 

 

The way he says her name has her heart melting, and she can feel she's starting to drip, at the point of intense arousal where it's almost numb.

 

 

 

"Yes, angel?" Her voice is velvety, fogging up his self-control and she can see the impatience building within him.

 

 

 

"Let me have a taste." He breathlessly requests, and she tuts, pulling his hair for good measure, the flash of pain in his face and bliss that soon mists over a delightful sight she indulges in.

 

 

 

"Baby, are you gonna please me?" She ran her hand down the side of his face, the warmth radiating against her fingertips.

 

 

 

"I need you." He pleads, eyes melting and brows scrunched together, he's close yet he feels so far away.

 

 

 

"Be a good boy and open your mouth." She instructs, grinning at how fast he obeyed the command.

 

 

 

"Stick out your tongue." She continued, and once he did as he was told, she leaned down and spit on it, enjoying how he panted like a dog.

 

 

 

"Swallow."

 

 

 

His Adam's apple bobs as he does so, his eyes searching hers, like he is asking her for more without using words. It was so sweet, this puppyish side of him stealing her heart.

 

 

 

"Want more?"

 

 

 

He frantically nods as she giggled, kissing his forehead before her thumb pulled at his bottom lip, and within a second he took the hint and opened his mouth eagerly.

 

 

 

"You are such a good boy. Aren't you?" She cooed, spitting in his mouth, claiming him as her property and nothing is hotter than that.

 

 

 

He swallows again, eyes trailing to what he wants most as she wraps her hand around his throat, squeezing the sides to constrict his airway without hurting him.

 

 

 

"On the bed. Now."

 

 

 

He does what he's told, sitting at the edge before moving back as she crawls on top of him, pinning him beneath her. She cocks her head to the side, eyes raking his form while she pulls up his shirt to feel his rock-hard abs against her knuckles, ignoring what was so close to poking her ass.

 

 

 

"Do you trust me?" She asks, an idea behind her eyes that he was more than happy to go along with no matter what it was.

 

 

 

"Yes."

 

 

 

"Remember the safe word. If you need a break tap my thigh twice. Got it?" She asks, his body pulsating while he tries to grind against her but fails since she's not close enough to where he needs.

 

 

 

"Yes ma'am."

 

 

 

He sounds weak, on the verge of breaking and it fills her heart with joy when she leans up and sees his eyes sparkle like he's a man in the desert catching his first drop of water. His face is buried between her legs, knees on both sides of his head while he digs his fingers into her hips, keeping her in place while she holds onto the headboard for stabilization.

 

 

 

His deep moans of relief have her stomach coiling, his tongue like fire against her swollen clit, waves of pleasure crashing over her without a moment to catch her breath. She's gasping, lungs collapsing every time he wraps his mouth around it and sucks, pulling away to do it again and chip away at her sanity.

 

 

 

He can tell she's getting close, and what gets her to that point is when he starts roughly moving her hips against his face, his grip on her bruising and for sure leaving marks on her skin that'll be sore afterward. Right now the pain is just adding to the pleasure, his face smothered by her. 

 

 

 

"That's my good boy. You're doing so good, Jimin. So fucking good." She cries out, heart thudding so hard she can feel it pulsing in her veins.

 

 

 

He responds in moans, her back arching when one hand squeezes her ass, smacking it repeatedly until he knows it's red. The sting has her pussy tingling, and before she could warn him, the last few strokes of his tongue sends her overboard, warmth flooding from her core and rippling throughout her body.

 

 

 

Chanting his name like it's the only word she knows, she moves down and crashes onto his chest, mumbling curses while he strokes her hair, panting to catch his breath and not bothering to wipe his face. It takes a few minutes for her to regain some sense, and she bites her lip at the sight of his messy face.

 

 

 

"Gimme a second, angel. Let me wipe your face."

 

 

 

"No." He whispers, sunlight peaking in through the red curtains, a soft glow in the room that makes it seem darker than it is.

 

 

 

"You gave me a good ride." He pats her cheek lazily, eyes still closed and she nods even though he can't see, crawling up to lick his face glistening from her arousal.

 

 

 

"I haven't just yet." She murmured.

 

 

 

Something is so primal about licking her taste off his mouth and chin, it has his stomach swirling and a hard blow lands in his lungs when she pulls down his sweatpants and reaches back to stroke him, rubbing her cunt on his stomach.

 

 

 

"You're so fucking crazy." He whispers in disbelief, witnessing something so erotic it has his eyes rolling.

 

 

 

"Crazy tastes good though doesn't it?"

Chapter 18

 

 

 

 

 

 

The new semester had just started and Jimin was already over it. He would be graduating soon enough but damn he couldn't wait to get his diploma and get out of here. The reason is he's always hated school, he hates sitting still and listening to his professors go on and on about shit he'll never end up using in his lifetime.

 

 

 

He knows well enough he has to suffer a little to get what he wants. He was an exemplary student and topped his fine arts class from all his hard work. Jimin had something special that the others didn't have, such rawness that drew the audience in and stoked emotion in any eyes watching. He was going to be a star and currently one of the top students of an Ivy-League university was grinding against the ass of his professor like he was a woman ovulating.

 

 

 

"I can't help it. It feels so good and it's not even your skin." He mumbled into her neck, his hands next to hers on the desk as she bent over and tried to escape him.

 

 

 

"I have a conference, angel. It's important and I can't be late." She bumps his groin playfully with her butt, and taking that as a sign to back off he reluctantly does.

 

 

 

"You've got like ten minutes. Can I at least get a kiss?" He whined, pushing his glasses up since they were falling.

 

 

 

She turned once collecting her folders in a neat stack, leaning back against the desk while holding the edge. "What's the magic word?"

 

 

 

Her eyebrow raises making him roll his eyes, his attitude sparking a fire in her soul as he gets to his knees. "Please? Can I please get a kiss?"

 

 

 

"Aw, you're such a good student." She praised, finding it amusing when she went to trace his lips with her index finger and he playfully went to bite.

 

 

 

"Bad boy. No teeth." She booped his nose, and he huffs, getting to his feet.

 

 

 

"I don't have time for this." He impatiently grumbles. 

 

 

 

"Shit." She mutters, her moans swallowed as he takes her by the throat and slides his tongue in her mouth, roughly making out with her.

 

 

 

"I seriously have to go." She pulled away breathlessly, both of their chests heaving from the heated exchange and he nodded.

 

 

 

"I know. If I can't have your ass I can settle for your mouth. Thanks, love." He winked before pecking her cheek.

 

 

 

Before he can walk out of her office, she panics and grabs his wrist, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the sudden grip.

 

 

 

"You're not mad at me right?" She asked, swallowing down the nerves she felt all of a sudden.

 

 

 

"Why would I be mad at you?" He scoffed lightly, not out of annoyance but surprise.

 

 

 

"You know...because I didn't let you-"

 

 

 

His hand flies up, signaling her to stop. "Whoa whoa whoa. Slow down, Tala. I'm not mad at you because I'm not getting any. You have somewhere to be and you don't always have to say yes to me when I want it. Why would you even think something like that?"

 

 

 

His hands then capture her face, holding her with worry. Maybe it was his sudden switch in attitude. He can be hard to read at times but she should know that she's always safe with him and that he'd never force her to do something she didn't want. Where was this coming from?

 

 

 

"I'm sorry. I thought you were upset with me." She sighed, glancing down but he beckoned her to look at him.

 

 

 

"Hey, I'm not upset Tala. You know I love you too much to ever be." He delivered a loving kiss, a long one in hopes she'd get out of her head.

 

 

 

"You can always say no to me. Don't feel like you'd upset me in any way if you did. Your comfort and happiness is all I want. Do you not feel safe with me?"

 

 

 

She quickly argued. "No, no. That's not it. I feel safe with you. It's just that..."

 

 

 

His hands moved to hold her shoulders for assurance, her own going to hold his waist since he was so close to her, the fuzzy fabric of his sweater tickling her fingers. This brought up some memories, things she wished she forgot but somehow, some way they were always lurking like shadows peeking from her closet. Monsters she thought she'd gotten rid of.

 

 

 

"Take your time. I'm listening."

 

 

 

She gulped, her throat feeling dry now that she was thrown into confrontation. "He used to get upset at me if I wasn't in the mood. It made me sad because I didn't want him to feel like that with me. So even if I didn't want it I always pushed that aside and gave myself to him. I didn't want to be a bad wife and I don't want to be a bad girlfriend."

 

 

 

He sighed, eyes closing in contemplation on how he should approach this. Just another good reason why he had to rid the world of another abusive, manipulating son of a bitch.

 

 

 

"You weren't a bad wife for not wanting it all the time. I know I'm on you like white on rice but that's because you're constantly in my head, in my skin. I can feel you even when you're not there."

 

 

 

He brushes hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear as she exhales from the sensation and depth in his eyes. "You're a good woman, Tala. I'm lucky to have you as mine, even luckier that you love me. That's a gift he took for granted."

 

 

 

A few tears roll down her face and she has a mind to cower and hide them, but she doesn't have to because this is Jimin. He's never judged her for being sensitive. Instead, he wipes them away with his thumb, offering her a smile that could heal wounds he never caused.

 

 

 

"You're selfless and I know you'd do anything for me. But if I touch you in some way you don't like, if I'm too rough or make you uncomfortable, that comes first before anything. Do you understand?"

 

 

 

The heavy weight lifts from her chest and she nods. "Yes."

 

 

 

"Repeat it."

 

 

 

"I don't have to hide how I feel and what I want. If I say no it means no. If I'm uncomfortable it matters." She summarized in her own words, the embarrassing tension disappearing when he took her hands and kissed her knuckles.

 

 

 

"Five minutes, love." He winks, reminding her she had somewhere to be and she glances at her computer to check the time, moving to grab her stuff in a rush.

 

 

 

"Shit."

 

 

 

"I'll see you tomorrow?" He says, a silly schoolboy look on his face that uplifts the mood as she follows behind to lock her office.

 

 

 

"Yeah. Love you, angel." She quickly pecks his lips, giving him a smile to reassure him that she's good from whatever just happened between them in the office.

 

 

 

He makes sure no one is around before sneaking down the hall so he won't be caught with her. She heads off to her conference on another floor and instead of going home like he was supposed to, he drives to her place. He had a key after all and she's said something to him before that stuck in his head. Mi casa es tu casa. My home is your home.

 

 

 

Was it wrong that he wasn't telling her? Possibly. They had a rule that if he had schoolwork to do he couldn't stay the night. Earlier in the office before he got caught up in the moment and started rutting against her she scolded him about his productivity, reminding him that although he was a good student he needed to focus on his work and not get distracted. 

 

 

 

What can he say? When she's around it's like he goes into boyfriend mode and all he can do is think about her and what he can do to please her. God forbid he wants to be a good man and do what he's meant to do. Meaning worship the ground she walks on shamelessly as one does. He's devoted can't you tell?

 

 

 

As soon as he's home, meaning at her apartment, he inhales the woody-citrusy scent of her space and runs off into the bedroom so he can get comfortable. That meant his sweater was off and he was wearing one of her shirts. Since he had a smaller build, it wasn't hard finding something of hers that would fit him, and conveniently enough he found one oversized.

 

 

 

He buried his face into the black fabric, inhaling more of her scent that drove him crazy. It stirred something below his belt but he ignored it, admiring himself in the mirror wearing her clothes. In a way, he felt like he was becoming a part of her. It was all fun and games until he sat at her vanity. He saw something in the mirror at the corner of his eye and ignored the sickness brewing in his stomach.

 

 

 

"Should I?" He tapped his finger on his lip contemplatively before deciding it wouldn't hurt.

 

 

 

He pulled out a drawer full of makeup, finding one of her favorite lip glosses. It was clear and smelt like vanilla, and it filled him with such a sense of joy he glanced into the mirror without a second thought, his heart stopping when he saw the menacing reflection.

 

 

 

"Jesus." He dropped the tube of gloss on the floor out of freight, holding a hand to his racing chest.

 

 

 

"You scared me." He cleared his throat, picking the item up so he could look at himself and spread it over his doll-like lips as if someone wasn't staring back at him.

 

 

 

"Seriously? Her lipgloss? What's next, using her period blood as a face mask?"

 

 

 

Jimin grimaced. "You know I'll just about do anything with her. But a face mask? I'd rather taste it than wear it."

 

 

 

The man in the mirror groaned, banging against it which caused a thump. "Wake up, Jimin! This won't last. You're delusional to think love won't destroy you."

 

 

 

He rubs his glossed lips together, popping them before nonchalantly sticking the tube back in the drawer and pushing it in, his eyes falling on his angered self. "Jealous much? You're acting as if she hasn't seen you and accepted you."

 

 

 

"She hasn't. Not yet. But she will", the reflection snarled, "You think you're safe. But you aren't."

 

 

 

"What is your issue exactly?", Jimin inquired, a small frown etched across his features, "We're happy. We got rid of Leon which is what you wanted."

 

 

 

"We." The reflection corrected, making his counterpart sigh in annoyance.

 

 

 

"Fine. We. We wanted to kill him and he's dead so what now? Why are you angry that I'm not angry? It doesn't make sense as to why you can't stand not being in control. I'm fucked up and I choose to embrace my illness instead of aiding it. Why?! Because if she loves me I can love myself. I can accept all the shitty parts of me I tried to hide for so long."

 

 

 

"She doesn't love you, Jimin. She doesn't see the bad and the ugly. You both are stuck in reverie and feed each other's delusions. She's broken and you are too. You're trying to fix each other and it won't work!"

 

 

 

"How do you know it won't?"

 

 

 

"It didn't with Jina and it won't with her." The man harshly rebutted, striking a weakness in Jimin that he had long buried.

 

 

 

Emotion sweeps over the male and his eyes narrow dangerously. "Jina was different and you know that. She couldn't accept me for who I was. Tala can. She has."

 

 

 

A menacing laugh echoes in his head, curdling his blood and his skin turns to ice as the past comes back to haunt him. He pushed it so far back in his mind that he'd forget how he felt as a boy growing up the way he did. That included Jina. He left it all behind because there was nothing he could change. He was sick, a monster to her and how was he supposed to love someone who was scared of him?

 

 

 

 "Alright, Jimin. Maybe you're right. For your sake, I hope you are."

 

 

 

With that, he now stares back into his eyes, sparkling from the lights illuminating from the vanity. He turns it off and gets into her bed, curling himself into a ball while pulling up the baggy shirt to cover his face so the scent would make him forget again. His head throbs and it soon calms from the thought of her. 

 

 

 

His phone buzzes and he quickly takes it from his pocket to see if it's Tala and make sure he isn't caught red-handed in her apartment when he really should be studying. It's Taehyung again. During the break, he didn't spend a single day with him and sent nothing but excuses as to why he was so 'busy'. Very short messages that had rubbed his friend the wrong way. None of it mattered because she was his priority, not his clingy puppy of a friend.

 

 

 

'Jimin what is going on with you? You completely ignored me today in class. Is everything ok? Did something happen to you?'

 

 

 

Oh, brother. He rolled his eyes and turned off silent mode, figuring that Tala would probably message him when she was on her way home. His friend's text slips out of his mind as she crawls in to fill it with ideas he should be resisting. The aroma he was drowning in, the need to get off from earlier, just remembering how she felt even through clothes had him spun tight.

 

 

 

He grew hard again within seconds, it never took him long and now that he's in her space it's even more risqué. He can't help himself, burying his nose into the warm fabric around his body that swells with heat. Once he quickly unbuttons his jeans and unzips the front, his hand sneaks down to relieve the ache that's been building up all day.

 

 

 

During class, he lingered on every word, every intellectual thought she had to offer her students, and instead thought about the late-night sessions of lovemaking and pillow talk. Her blood-red nails sinking into his back like a fire burning in his soul. He grips the base and squeezes, twisting his wrist exactly how she did that night but it didn't feel as good. Still, it was close enough. The mere memory had his blood pulsing, every worry and insecurity washing away due to the pleasure only she could bring him.

 

 

 

His lips part, hips rutting into his fist in desperate search of release. Her cream-colored blouse had him thinking of ripping it open, trailing hot kisses down her skin while she threw her head back in ecstasy. Lust created a fog in his mind, thick and heavy like how she felt on his tongue. Tangy, musky, so raw and he got rougher, tugging at his cock with a need that was both inescapable and pathetic.

 

 

 

He doesn't care how he looks right now, pulling off the shirt because of how hot he is, only to put it on the bed and rub his erection against it, the dribbles of his pre-cum evoking the memory of it on her tongue. He was boiling alive, limbs weak while all the blood rushed straight between his legs, the throbbing unbearable and on the precipice of bursting like a flame.

 

 

 

The phone rings and he rolls his eyes hard, stopping what he is doing to snatch his phone and answer it without checking the caller ID. "Hello?"

 

 

 

"Hey, Jimin. I wanted to call you and say I'm headed home soon. Are you ok? You sound breathless."

 

 

 

Her voice makes his cock twitch and he fights back the urge to touch himself as he responds extra sweetly, flustered almost like she knew what he was doing. "You caught me at a bad time, love. I'm working out."

 

 

 

"Oh, I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean to interrupt."

 

 

 

Her apologies make his heart swell in adoration, his erection still pulsing but not as important as her phone call. "You don't need to say sorry, baby. I love hearing your voice."

 

 

 

She giggled, his abdomen coiling from the sound and he bites his lip to contain a moan. "I'll let you get back to it then. Remember to drink plenty of water and eat ok?"

 

 

 

Her attentiveness makes his lips curl into a smirk. "Yes, baby. You know I always listen to you. Is there anything you need?"

 

 

 

"No, angel. I'll let you go. Don't forget to do your school work too." She reminds, making him playfully groan, covering the pain he was currently withholding.

 

 

 

"Yes ma'am. I love you."

 

 

 

"Love you more, baby angel. Bye-bye."

 

 

 

She hangs up and he's immediately thrusting against the bed, pre-cum spilling from the overwhelming arousal he's suffering at the moment. It's painful but it feels so good, the ache in his thighs increasing as every sensation, every memory of her floods down to build his orgasm and make his head spin. He's so close he can practically taste it, his body buzzing from anticipation.

 

 

 

"Tala. Tala. Tala."

 

 

 

He's whining her name, saying it like a prayer as if she'll magically appear and send him over the edge. His phone buzzes once again and he's about to toss it onto the floor when he sees it's her. He stops momentarily, his slicked-back hair falling over his eyes as he opens the message and sees a picture of her posed in front of the mirror seductively, red lacy lingerie like blood on her skin. He gasps, the little bubble popping up making his heart race.

 

 

 

'Something I hope you enjoy🥰'

 

 

 

He holds down on the photo to love it and sends a quick text back, clicking back on it so it fills his screen. He's fucking himself on her shirt, moving his hips while he fantasizes how he'd touch her in that lingerie.

 

 

 

"So pretty." He mumbles, whining as his body trembles and his orgasm hits hard.

 

 

 

Pleasure coils in his stomach and snaps, his release coming out in strings across the shirt while he continues rutting against it, milking himself dry with her name on his lips. His ears are practically ringing, his hands clenched in fists before they fade slowly and leave him slumped and panting in his mess.

 

 

 

"Shit, I'm insane for this."

Chapter 19

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jimin didn't regret his decisions whatsoever but he figured that since he was Taehyung's best friend and all he could at least spare him some time. The brunette is upset, his eyebrows pinched together as he glares at the one sitting across from him who seems to find him overly dramatic. Maybe the food court in a mall isn't the best place to do this but Jimin knew how to handle the situation. He always did.

 

 

 

"I don't know man. I don't expect you to hang out with me 24/7. You have a relationship that you're serious about but shit. You're telling me I couldn't see you for at least one day during break? I mean I have a project I need to be working on and you pick today of all days to finally talk to me."

 

 

 

Taehyung was angry and confused and rightfully so. Not like his 'best friend' cared too much about that. At the end of the day, everything was about him and what he wanted. The answer to that is obvious. Her. Jimin kept his cool and thought it was best to face this head-on. No point in leaving the man in the dark.

 

 

 

"I have no excuse, Tae. I should've told you what was going on but I didn't want to worry you. I was with my girlfriend during break and she's been having a rough time. You know I don't like talking much about our relationship because I like to keep that side of things very private. But I'm hoping you can see where I'm coming from here. She needed me."

 

 

 

His friend uncrossed his arms and his stern expression fell, surprised that Jimin mentioned anything about his relationship at all since he was dead set on keeping it on the low. Meaning Taehyung didn't know a single thing except that he was with somebody. That was all. Now he feels bad and it's clear as day that he's somewhat guilty for acting the way he did, blowing up his phone and whatnot. All the frustration and built up emotion left him as soon as Jimin gave him those eyes, and he couldn't find it in himself to be upset anymore.

 

 

 

"Shit. I'm sorry Jimin. I was just worried because it's like you didn't want to talk to me and I didn't know if you were mad and-"

 

 

 

Jimin interrupts his rambling. "Taehyung it's alright. I get it. I should've just told you the situation. I try to keep everything to myself because I don't want to worry anybody. I fucking hate when people worry about me."

 

 

 

"I can tell", Taehyung chuckles lightly, scratching the side of his head awkwardly, "I don't think we're the greatest at communicating. Feels like every fight between is because of misunderstandings."

 

 

 

He hummed in agreement. "I don't like being vulnerable and you want me to rely on you to make you feel wanted."

 

 

 

The brunette gulped thickly, shrugging carelessly as he mumbled. "I guess you're right. Sometimes I think I don't know you at all. Or you don't want me to."

 

 

 

"It's hard for me to let people in Taehyung. It's nothing personal."

 

 

 

Taehyung grabbed his iced latte and started sipping from the straw. "It was easy to let you in. Too easy I think. You're infectious."

 

 

 

The man across from him turned smug to ease the lingering tension between them. "You just love me so much don't you?"

 

 

 

The brunette rolled his eyes as his cheeks flushed, not bothering to deny it. "Yeah I guess I do. You're my best friend. I'll always love you."

 

 

 

"Are we cool now? Hugs?" Jimin suggested, his arms motioning for his friend to embrace him.

 

 

 

Taehyung can't think of a single time they've ever hugged or initiated any sort of physical contact. He wasn't an affectionate person it seemed, not to mention he could come off as cold and uncaring. But he jumped at the opportunity and didn't think much of how stiff his best friend was the entire time. 

 

 

 

He was instead grateful that in some way he had him back and thought he should make the most of it. He forgave and forgot so easily, especially when Jimin suggested they roam around the mall for a while and have some fun while they're there. It made him feel special, even when at moments he'd get a heavy ache settling in his chest. Loneliness. When his best friend would be on his phone texting someone. Probably his girlfriend that he'd much rather be with than him.

 

 

 

His overthinking would eventually be his downfall. It's not like Jimin was blind. Taehyung was so cheerful and alive around him like he finally found someone who liked him enough to spend time with him and not act as if it was a chore. The knowing feeling stirred in his chest as they tried on clothes together and posed in the mirror to take pictures and post to their Instagram stories. 

 

 

 

When his best friend's eyes would linger a little too long on his body as they changed outfits and took more photos. Or how much he was fighting the urge to hold his hand, loop his arm in his, or play with his hair. Taehyung was clingy, like a needy puppy in search of someone who'd love him. It was both sad and pathetic but he didn't care much, enjoying the moment and ignoring the lingering voices in the back of his mind telling him that he needed to be extra careful.

 

 

 

As soon as they're done shopping, they head out to the parking lot where Taehyung's car is to put his bags away in the trunk. The sun was beaming down on them, bright and blinding. It had Jimin squinting his eyes as the heat stung the back of his neck. He wasn't made for this weather whatsoever.

 

 

 

"Thanks for spending today with me. I'm glad we could clear things up." The brunette said as he shut the trunk and fiddled with the ruby ring on his finger, the gem catching sunlight.

 

 

 

"You don't have to thank me. It's what friends do." Jimin grinned and then remembered something he had forgotten in his friend's dorm a while back.

 

 

 

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask if I left one of my shirts at your place."

 

 

 

Taehyung's eyes widen a bit which catches his friend's attention, almost like he was caught. "Oh yeah! I've been meaning to give that back to you."

 

 

 

"I don't mind going to your dorm and getting it." Jimin added, his friend agreeing and they made their way onto campus, finding parking spaces near Taehyung's housing unit and walking side by side.

 

 

 

The brunette was going on and on about something that Jimin wasn't paying attention to, only nodding along with an occasional hum to show that he was somewhat present even if his mind wasn't. This humidity was killing him, his clothes suddenly squeezed his body in all the wrong places and the strong gusts of wind blew his bangs everywhere.

 

 

 

He's aggravated by everything at the moment, overstimulated by his friend's yapping and being out in the world when he could be in her arms. He wanted to leave and go home, his feet sore from all the walking they'd been doing. Finally, he's relieved once they're inside the dormitory and the air conditioning tickles the back of his neck, sending a chill throughout the rest of his body that cooled him down. He feels the tiniest bit better now. 

 

 

 

"I think I put it in my bag." The brunette mumbles while searching his things below the bed.

 

 

 

Jimin leans against the wall of his friend's messy room. Clothes were strewn everywhere, and desks were covered in papers, pens, and whatever else. Looks like he's behind on things which usually isn't how Taehyung is but whatever. He's probably club-jumping with his friends almost every night. I mean wouldn't anyone rather get drunk and hook up with hot strangers than dwell on the depression they suffer from? He's not one to judge. Everyone has their own methods to cope. Taehyung way of doing so is partying and drawing if he's inspired.

 

 

 

"Shit where is it." He grumbled, slamming the drawers stuffed with clothes and unzipping his backpack.

 

 

 

Jimin watched as a heavy notebook fell out onto the floor, his friend flinching from the loud thump and panicking as the raven-haired male leaned down to help clean up the strewn papers that flew out across the carpet.

 

 

 

"It's ok I got it." He said, hearing Taehyung mumble a curse as he picked up the drawings, realizing what these were.

 

 

 

"Jimin..."

 

 

 

"Are these...of me?" He asked, glancing at his nerve-stricken friend before filing through everything.

 

 

 

This notebook was all of him. Every single page of it was his face. Countless drawings of his eyes, his nose, his lips. Every detail of his is in such raw form. His crooked tooth, his crescent eyes when he smiled, the moon tattoos inked on his back. He was somebody's muse. 

 

 

 

The room was dead silent as Jimin went through every piece, finding it both admirable and concerning. It wasn't surprising to see considering he had his suspicions about his best friend. Now they're both stuck in an uncomfortable position. He must look like such a creep.

 

 

 

"Please don't take this the wrong way." Taehyung breathed out, reaching out to grab the notebook in his best friend's hand, his lack of response sending him spiraling. 

 

 

 

"Taehyung. There's no other way to take this." He responded with a sigh, shutting the notebook with a soft thud, handing it back to him as he kept his eyes on the brunette who avoided them.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry. I should've never even started it. I don't want you to feel weirded out or anything. I admire you and think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." His voice wavers, eyes welled with tears that spill down his cheeks and neck.

 

 

 

Meanwhile, Jimin's expression was unreadable the entire time. The brunette couldn't even look him in the eyes he was so ashamed of himself. He didn't mean to get caught up like this. To anyone else, it might not seem like much. But the both of them knew better. They were far too smart not to see what something as simple as a pencil to paper means. Taehyung is infatuated. It dawns on them heavily in the moment. 

 

 

 

"Are you in love with me?"

 

 

 

The question lingers in the air, buzzing like electricity that spikes anxiety and fear into his heart. He's weak, he knows he's a coward and Jimin doesn't deserve to be put in a situation like this. That's the only reason why he doesn't shut down.

 

 

 

"Yes."

 

 

 

He falls to the floor, knees to his chest as he buries his face to cry. He doesn't care how stupid and childish he looks right now. He's ruined the one meaningful relationship he's ever had because of his selfish feelings. It was wrong from the beginning but he couldn't help himself. Jimin was everything and being around him made him feel like he meant something. Like he belonged.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He sobs, muffled since his head was down.

 

 

 

He expects his friend to leave and never speak to him again. He's used to being alone, he's used to people walking away when he gets a little too real with them. The sound of his name coming from his mouth brings him out of the shell he tucked himself in. He peeks his head out, eyes puffy and red, widening when he takes in Jimin's reaction to all this. 

 

 

 

He isn't disgusted, he doesn't seem to be upset at all meanwhile he's on the floor having a full-blown meltdown. All he wants to do is hide right now and never see the light of day again. That would be much easier than admitting how down-bad he is for Jimin. It breaks him even more when he sees the sympathy written all over his face. 

 

 

 

"Taehyung, you know I can't love you like you want."

 

 

 

He knows that. He's not delusional enough to believe he ever had a chance. Hearing it though? It was ten times worse than he ever expected. He heaved like he was out of breath, the pain in his chest tightening around his throat that started running dry from the sobbing.

 

 

 

"We can still be friends." He moves to where Taehyung is balled up on the ground before crouching down to sit next to him, slinging an arm around his shoulders.

 

 

 

"I don't hate you. I'm not disgusted. Things like this happen all the time. Best friends fall for each other and sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't. It's normal and it's not your fault."

 

 

 

Taehyung sniffles, leaning into his friend's side as he cradles him. "I feel so fucking horrible right now."

 

 

 

"You shouldn't." Jimin protests, not expecting the day to take such a wild turn but like everything else in his life he handled it maturely and with grace.

 

 

 

"Don't worry about the shirt, alright? You can keep it. I'm sure you've been wearing it." He chuckled lightly, already knowing that the brunette was probably rolling his eyes in embarrassment.

 

 

 

"How'd you know."

 

 

 

"You've had it for a while now. I don't mind. You care about me enough not to do anything to jeopardize our friendship and my relationship. So if you want to keep drawing me you go ahead. I don't see any harm in it."

 

 

 

Taehyung tilts his head up to look at his best friend, even angelic from this angle and it burns his stomach with guilt. "You're not uncomfortable?"

 

 

 

He shakes his head and looks down into his eyes, the comforting shade of coffee. "No. I don't need to be."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

🌑💄🌑💄🌑💄

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Oh my god. Look at you! Baby cow!"

 

 

 

Tala coos at the picture as he scrolls through his phone, the two of them cuddled up together in her bed since they had time to kill and she begs to see his baby photos which is embarrassing him.

 

 

 

"Aw. You look like a baby mochi. Look at those cheeks!"

 

 

 

He groaned. "I was a fat baby."

 

 

 

"All babies are fat." She justifiably argued to which he continued swiping left and stopped on a certain picture.

 

 

 

"Is that your sister?" She asked, seeing him as a toddler dressed in a black suit sitting down with a little girl in a purple dress next to him.

 

 

 

"Yeah. Jina."

 

 

 

She glances to see the look on his face, contemplating if she should be curious or keep her nose out of his business. There were some things about him she couldn't let go of. Things she was curious about and rightfully so. Jimin was always transparent about his feelings and devotion to her, but what she noticed was he didn't say much about his family or past. 

 

 

 

For a while she brushed it off, knowing that what she's gone through was hard enough to talk about, and that's possibly the case for him. She didn't want to bring up the past if he wasn't ready to talk about it but at the same time, she needed more. She always had something in the back of her mind telling her that something was amiss. There's more to him than he's allowing her to see.

 

 

 

"How come you never talk about her? Or your family?"

 

 

 

He shut off his phone and put it on the nightstand, staring up at the ceiling while he took a moment to gather his thoughts. He knew this was coming soon enough. He didn't want to think about it for the longest time but he knows it's unfair he's keeping secrets from her. She'd never judge him but that's not what he's afraid of. He hates thinking about his past, he wants to forget and only look ahead. Sometimes you have to take a step back to move forward.

 

 

 

"I don't like talking about them. It's hard to and it isn't something I have good feelings about."

 

 

 

"Neither is mine." She reaches to play with his chubby fingers, moving closer to rest her head on his warm chest, his heart thumping in her ears.

 

 

 

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." She reassures.

 

 

 

"No. I think I should." He sighed heavily, his other hand going up to rub his eyes.

 

 

 

"I was always a bad kid you could say. I wanted to be alone all the time. I hated being around other kids and caused trouble for everyone. That didn't look too good on my parents. My family owned a hospital and my mom and dad were some of the best doctors in the country."

 

 

 

"I was never liked by my cousins or anything. I was considered the weird kid. I barely talked, I hated looking at anyone. I always stayed by myself and in my thoughts. That's where I felt safest. Or with Jina. She was my other half. My twin. My whole world. It was her and I against everyone."

 

 

 

"She was like my baby. Everyone thought it was weird how an isolated kid like me was so attached to only one person. You'd think I would hate having a sibling but I never did. She meant everything to me even if she didn't understand why I hated everyone so much. Jina and I were opposites. She was so sweet and gentle. Like an angel."

 

 

 

Thinking about the past and remembering everything again hit harder than he thought it would. Luckily Tala was patient and understood how difficult it was so even during long pauses where he tried to blink away tears, she stayed quiet and would occasionally kiss his fingers and knuckles to remind him she was there.

 

 

 

"I was extremely protective of her and I got worse when I was a teenager. I started getting involved with bad people and doing things I shouldn't all to rebel against my parents. I blamed them for the way I was. I had to always be there for Jina because they just saw us as offspring, people to carry the family name and uphold our reputation."

 

 

 

"Everything was about power and money for them. It was never enough. Not even being the best of the best. I left as soon as I was 18. As much as I loved my sister I knew I wasn't good for her. I couldn't stay and I did what I had to so she'd be safe. I haven't seen or heard from my family in years and I don't think they'll ever find me. I covered my tracks well."

 

 

 

Tala breathed out, taking all the new information in. "Wow. That's a lot."

 

 

 

"Yeah..."

 

 

 

He was bitter. She could tell by the tone of his voice that he was getting riled up. In a way, she feels better now that he's told her the truth. He didn't want to be the product of greed and she can't blame him for choosing his path. That's what everyone is supposed to do. Be themselves.

 

 

 

"That takes guts. Walking away from family. Do you ever regret it? Not following their path, becoming a doctor and all that?"

 

 

 

Jimin shook his head without hesitation. "No. My parents were soulless people. They didn't have the first idea of what family was and what it was supposed to be. I couldn't stand being around it. I felt like I was going insane with all their fake smiles and charity bullshit. They did everything for appearances. No one could ever believe or see who they truly were."

 

 

 

"What about Jina? How did she feel about everything?"

 

 

 

"She tried to love them. She tried to love Mom and Dad but she and I were always alone. Our parents were like strangers. Most of our conversations consisted of me needing to get my act together or praising Jina since she was the golden child and never caused a fuss."

 

 

 

"Have you ever thought about reaching out to her? She's your twin. I'm sure she misses you." Tala suggested, wondering if maybe she could convince him that although his past is rough, he doesn't have to completely leave everything behind.

 

 

 

"I think about her sometimes. I wonder how she's doing. If she's in medical school becoming exactly what our parents wanted. Or if she took a different path like me. If she left and decided to live how she wanted away all of it. But I can't go back. I've moved on."

 

 

 

"Moved on?", she frowned, "Jimin that's your sister. You know her better than anyone. Don't you think she needs her brother? Don't you think she wants family that cares about her?"

 

 

 

"It's not that simple." He argued, growing defensive and wanting to move past this conversation already.

 

 

 

She could tell he was feeling a lot right now. Anger, resentment, pain. Leaving your home country to start a new life in a foreign land wasn't easy for anybody. It was incredibly lonely and made you feel like you didn't belong at times. Him? He acted as if it was some small feat, no big deal when it was. He had nobody but himself and he made it as one of the top students at an Ivy League university. He did that all by himself and yet he can't seem to face his sister.

 

 

 

"It should be if you love her."

 

 

 

"I don't know how I feel about her anymore. All I know is that I'm glad I left. I can be myself now. With you." His voice grows softer, a kiss landing on the top of her head, and she closes her eyes.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry, Jimin." She squeezed his hand affectionately. 

 

 

 

"For what?"

 

 

 

"It's just sad. You never had a loving family. It was only you and your sister. It must've been so lonely. Don't you wish things were different? Don't you wish you had a happy family to grow up in?"

 

 

 

"Not really no. If my family was different I might still be in Korea. I never would've left to come here. I probably never would've met you."

 

 

 

Her cheeks heated up and she moved onto her stomach so she could face him, and his loving gaze melted away everything else. "You always know what to say don't you? You're too perfect."

 

 

 

He scrunched his nose after she ran her index finger down the slope, the two sharing a smile. "I've got my eyes on you. Always. You're everything that I see."

 

 

 

Leaning down, he indulges in a heavy kiss before moving to get out of bed, making her sit up in confusion before her question is answered.

 

 

 

"I need a shower. Mind helping me?"

 

 

 

His cheeky grin has her eyes rolling as she follows behind, taking off her shirt as he does the same and she sees the moons on his skin. It has her stomach fluttering for whatever reason. Now that they're under the water and in the steam, she traces the ink on his back with her fingertip in mesmerization.

 

 

 

She takes the shampoo in her palm and rubs it to foam up before massaging it into his hair, the aroma filling the heated atmosphere they're in. He closes his eyes with a pleased smile on his face, the sensation of her nails scratching against his scalp making his skin tickle. 

 

 

 

The small kiss he feels against his lips causes his eyes to flutter open, taking in the sight of her bare and wet, water beads falling from her lashes and for a moment it's all red. Thick, hot, and pain-strikingly crimson. He blinks again and it's gone, a concerned look appearing on her face before it washes away with his trembling words.

 

 

 

"You're so pretty. My sun and stars."

Chapter 20

 

 

 

 

 

 

He tried to get it out of his mind. He did. The notebook full of Jimin was tossed never to be seen again. As an artist, he felt manic, like he was slowly losing himself. So many thoughts that made him feel lonely, that made him feel both disgusting and wrong for acting this way.

 

 

 

He hadn't picked up a pencil in a while to make anything. There was no inspiration, no desire to make anything. Even drawing a flower was nearly impossible. It didn't look right to him. He just wanted to make pretty things, to create a world he could be lost in and embrace happiness.

 

 

 

How could he? His best friend was so close yet so far away. Within reach but untouchable. He was afraid now to say the wrong thing, make a joke, and have Jimin shift uncomfortably because of the implications he had ignorantly made. He couldn't lose him, he couldn't lose the only meaningful person in his life.

 

 

 

Sure, he had other friends since his 'awakening' or whatever you want to call it. But who were they? People he'd party with and get so wasted he would forget their faces and everything they'd said. With Jimin everything was meaningful. He could make you feel like you're the most special person to him even with something as simple as going to a coffee shop or studying at the library.

 

 

 

Jimin had a way about him that was troubling to explain but once you met him you knew. His energy was a bright light, one that was too beautiful not to seek out. You'd find yourself seeking his approval, his opinions, anything that made him unique, even some of his little red flags, it would all seem more than perfect. 

 

 

 

Could you blame Taehyung for this when you would unknowingly be a victim of his charm as well? Could you judge him for his unhealthy infatuation and possessiveness over a taken man, his best friend, when love made anyone crazy enough to skip over that line you promised to never cross? Humans were complex creatures but Jimin was another being entirely.

 

 

 

He tried his best to push those feelings away. But every time he looked at him or smelled him lingering after coming home from a hangout he knew in his heart that there was no getting over him. He's in his mind and soul and he's losing himself. Art isn't what it used to be. The whole reason why he's in this school seems dull as the days go by.

 

 

 

Nothing creates a spark like Jimin does. Nothing makes his heart race or his skin flush like the mysterious man who seems to give out just enough to keep you around, but always withholding something that keeps you chasing him, curious to know his deepest and darkest thoughts even if that's the last thing he'd want.

 

 

 

Finally giving up on what he set out to do, which was move on, he dove deeper. He sunk to the bottom, his limbs loose as he let go of all resistance and finally stopped trying to run from the inevitable. 

 

 

He was going to figure out Jimin. The way he ticked, his mannerisms, every little detail he had overlooked these past few months. He was going to know him well enough to live in his skin, go about his day with the knowledge of what the other man is doing, even down to the intrusive thoughts he has when strangers walk by.

 

 

 

His bubbly personality had simmered since his meltdown in the dorm. He became serious and quiet. Not skittish like he was before. He knew he had to change, something had to because friendship wasn't enough. He wanted to know him as well as Jimin knew him. He felt like a test subject, poked and prodded with his best friend on the other side of the glass observing. 

 

 

 

He was sick of being the weak one, breaking out from the shell of ignorant bliss he had coddled himself in for so long. There was more to Jimin that met the eye. He was too empathetic not to be a psychopath. For the first time, he's waking up from his illusive dream to see reality. Jimin is dangerous and he wants to know why. Why does his heart feel like this, why does his energy shift whenever the man is around?

 

 

 

So many questions, and so many answers that can be found just by watching. That's what he started doing. When Taehyung talked he always made sure to keep a close eye on his friend. Would his eyebrows pinch together in annoyance? Would his eyes flick around when they were surrounded by too many people? Would his eyes trail along places they shouldn't be over their professor during class?

 

 

 

Now that he's watched for a while and put the pieces together it's so obvious. The secrecy, the defensiveness, staying behind after his last class. It all makes sense why he doesn't talk about his partner and relationship whatsoever. There would be too many lies to keep track of, the risk of slipping up far too great so it was easier to keep it simple and request privacy for such matters. 

 

 

 

But their lingering gazes, their chemistry during class when she calls on him to share his thoughts with everyone, is something beyond most people's comprehension. She smiles a little too brightly when he enters the room, going out of her way to talk to them both and compliment Taehyung's ring, showing an interest in his friend. 

 

 

 

The reason why he doesn't speak about it is because he can't. Jimin is dating their professor and he knows if he so much as whispers her name he could be put under fire. There's so much at risk here but he likes that. He liked the thrill of being caught, he liked the tension, and he enjoyed being involved in morally questionable situations because he is morally questionable.

 

 

 

Everything falls into place, the puzzle pieces fitting snuggly together so he can see the bigger picture here. The small details about Jimin's character, along with his habits as well as hers, create something daunting to look at. He never says too much, and carefully forms his sentences to show just enough emotion to convince you that you're overthinking and it's your fault. 

 

 

 

To prove his theory he stays after class. Once everyone clears out he makes his way to the back and hides behind the tables, his head peeking out to see them both entering her office. After waiting a minute to play it safe, he sneaks his way to the door, his ear against the wood as he listened to their conversation, barely audible because their voices were muffled. He waits longer, sensing the situation has taken a direct turn because now he's hearing noise as opposed to voices. He was right. Mrs. Martinez was the woman he'd been involved with all this time.

 

 

 

The weight of it settles in his stomach and Taehyung leaves soon after, not necessarily wanting to stay for the extension of their 'conversation'. He needed to get his head together and confront him. It seems foolish considering that's not what he wanted to do initially but once he's in his dorm and gets ready to go out clubbing with his usual crowd, he ponders on the thought.

 

 

 

He loves Jimin regardless of the mess he's in. He doesn't care about being manipulated anymore because he's at least not blind to it. His naivety has vanished and he's grateful for this eye-opening experience. The world is clearer to him now whereas before he ignored every sign of danger flashing before him, walking past it to see what's ahead because it must be something better than this. It's not.

 

 

 

People are cruel. You can't blame the devil for a human's actions. We're all born capable of doing terrible things. It's about the choices you make, and who you involve yourself with that determine the kind of person you are. In regards to that, Jimin is like a siren. A mythical creature that seems stunning at first glance, but once you see the scales, that's all you can think about. You still stay though because their voice is like a song, calling to you, luring you in so no matter the ugliness you see, you feel lost in the intimacy of knowing their true self.

 

 

 

It's a gift not many people give let alone take. The fear that comes along with knowing someone and their darker side. No matter what they say or do, the desire and rawness they evoke in you are enough to convince you that the ugliness is worth it. You're worthy enough to know them, to see them, so why would you leave?

 

 

 

Taehyung loves him too much to be selfish and choose self-preservation over their twisted friendship. If that's what you would even call it. He needs him, he needs to be manipulated, he needs to be lost in the illusion because it's the only time he feels anything. 

 

 

 

A light in the inescapable darkness he's sinking further into every day. He made his choice. He contacted Jimin and now hours later he's standing before him in a dark alley between buildings, the cold wind gusting his hair around as the potent stench of rotten garbage and alcohol swirls in the air. His nose doesn't scrunch in disgust though, Jimin comes far too close for him to focus on anything else but powdery cologne.

 

 

 

"You look good, Tae. I like this darker look you're going for."

 

 

 

That devilish smile doesn't make his heart fall to the floor, it stirs no sickness within his stomach, and it doesn't tickle the back of his neck with fear. It burns in his heart like the memory of a long-lost love. It aches before it swells, filling his chest with warmth that reaches his face.

 

 

 

"I know you, Jimin."

 

 

 

The smile slowly disintegrates, his scales appearing as his eyes narrow and assault him. It's dangerous, he's swimming in murky waters knowing the monster stalking him, watching with keen interest as he stays there and allows himself to be caught.

 

 

 

"You know me?" The raven-haired male questions, his voice low, realization sparking in his eyes.

 

 

 

"Yeah. I've been watching you. I've figured you out finally."

 

 

 

He chuckles, shaking his head mockingly. "I didn't think you'd find me like this. I didn't think you'd be smart enough to see me."

 

 

 

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Taehyung steps closer, his nose brushing against Jimin's who stands with confidence, nothing to hide.

 

 

 

"You wanted me to chase you. You wanted me to need you. I'm your toy. You keep me around to play a friend, to look like the picture-perfect boyfriend. For her."

 

 

 

His moon eyes become shadowed, the light in them fading within seconds as he molds their skin together. Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, lips so close and with no intention of sinking into another's mouth that isn't hers. He wants to see his anger, he wants to feel it buzzing through his skin, a warning to watch himself. That's the only reason why he's so close.

 

 

 

"Careful. Don't say those things thoughtlessly. I can make and break you Taehyung."

 

 

 

The brunette smiles. "I know. I know it all too well. Why do you think I stayed? After knowing what you've done? Knowing what you are."

 

 

 

Jimin frowns unexpectedly, confusing Taehyung when he grabs him by the collar of his sparkling black blouse, his gaze intimidating. He thinks he knows something he doesn't. Something much more sinister going on that Taehyung isn't fully aware of but the shift in his eyes tells him he needs to back down.

 

 

 

"What do you mean what I've done?" He gritted through his teeth, panic filling his body as his friend sighed.

 

 

 

"You're in love with her. Mrs. Martinez. She's the one you've been hiding."

 

 

 

His back is slammed against the brick wall, the impact like a punch to his lungs which makes him cough. He's now realizing what a mistake he's made. He didn't think he'd go this far and he was dead wrong. He was stupid to think a monster wouldn't hurt him.

 

 

 

"Watch your mouth."

 

 

 

Jimin was unrecognizable. A side of him coming out that Taehyung had never seen. The signs were all there, it wasn't too surprising the violence he had shielded from the world. Looking at him now, he just wants to be forgiven. He wants Jimin to know how it feels. Maybe he can save face.

 

 

 

"Jimin, I'm not going to hurt you or her. But I know. You should've told me. I would never judge you or say a word. I love you too much."

 

 

 

His lips curl into a malicious grin and fear spikes Taehyung's heart, needles of ice paralyzing his body as Jimin grabs the sides of his head. "Good thing I don't."

 

 

 

Within a second, the back of his head brutally collides with the brick, his vision swiped with black as his body falls limp to the ground. Jimin shakes his head and pulls him over his shoulder. No one would suspect a thing considering the area they're in. The streets were empty, with barely any lights to see the shadows moving eerily.

 

 

 

It isn't long before he comes to consciousness, his gaze blurry and fading as he steps in and out of reality, nothing but pure agony coiling every limb of his to numbness as he wails, screams, and begs, barely able to move his head and see the damage that's been done. He can't move anything, he can only suffer and yell for the man who caused his demise.

 

 

 

"Jimin! Jimin please!" His voice is breaking in his throat, the words struggling to escape his mouth.

 

 

 

He makes as much noise as he can, realization settling in now that he's been snatched out of an illusion. Dirty needles and graffiti are all his eyes can register, the hardness of concrete under his back, and the ache in every bone of his body telling him that he can't escape this. Jimin was much more than he ever could've dreamed. 

 

 

 

"I wasn't going to hurt you. I wasn't going to tell!" He heaves, his gut-wrenching sobs doing nothing but fueling his best friend's bloodlust.

 

 

 

He hears footsteps behind him but he can't twist his head to see. He stares up at the blank ceiling until something appears in the corner of his right eye. Its Jimin. The one he didn't know.

 

 

 

"I can't take any chances."

 

 

 

His cold voice echoes in the chambers of his mind, a spine-tingling fear draining his face of color. His once sun-kissed skin was grey, the loss of life catching up to him as he bled out and wailed for his love to save him, to see that he was not the enemy. 

 

 

 

"Jimin we can fix this. We can fix it." His face contorts, pleading with him but it does no good.

 

 

 

"No. We can't."

 

 

 

The man ducks down, his hand wielding a knife that caresses the sides of Taehyung's face, stricken with tears that gather on the tip of the blade. He was more beautiful than he'd ever been, his eyes glistening with awe that caused the brunette to sob achingly. 

 

 

 

"You look so good like this. Dying. At my mercy."

 

 

 

"I didn't expect you to be batshit crazy. Fuck, I just thought you wanted to be in control." Taehyung's words tremble like the rest of his body, violent chills creeping into his skin that itch like the crawling of bugs.

 

 

 

"You aren't wrong about that." He traced the tip of his sloped nose with the end of the knife, his smirk daunting and sick.

 

 

 

"I liked you, Tae. But you made a big mistake thinking you knew me. Maybe you did but not as well as you thought."

 

 

 

His crazed eyes made Taehyung cry harder, coughing up blood as the rest of him slowly withered away. "Is this what you'll do to her once she sees the real you?"

 

 

 

The knife now prods against his throat, Jimin getting nose to nose with him. "She would love me no matter what I did."

 

 

 

Taehyung's Adam's apple bobbed and he hissed at the cut along his throat, small but piercing. "What have you done, Jimin? What have you done!"

 

 

 

His throat constricts and the tears welling up in his eyes cloud his vision, yet he sees his end so clearly, hovering above him. "Don't do this. I'm begging you. Please. Please you know I'd never tell. I'd do anything you asked. You know that!"

 

 

 

"I don't care." He responded, the weapon dancing across his skin teasingly.

 

 

 

"I know you'll never love me like you love her. That's not what I want. I just want us to forget about all this. I can forgive you if you let me live. I'm not a threat. I just want us to be friends."

 

 

 

As much as he was trying to get through to Jimin, to convince him that as crazy as this was he could trust him, nothing was changing his mind. It was enough that he enjoyed seeing him begging, his body limp and blood drained from his face.

 

 

 

"We can't be friends. We can't just pretend." He rebutted, tracing the blade down the side of his bleeding head, the blood starting to dry and crust on his hallow face.

 

 

 

"Jimin I love you. You're my best friend. Don't do this. Please!"

 

 

 

His wails and screams did nothing but excite him, his head cocking to the side as he laughed and stabbed his heart, plunging the knife into his weakened and vulnerable flesh. Taehyung's eyes went wide before the light vanished from them, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth as his head fell to the side.

 

 

 

Jimin smiled, taking in the art he had made, his gloved fingers caressing his friend's cold cheek before it went down to tug off the ruby ring from his finger. He held it up in the moonlight peeking in from the windows, wind gusting through his hair and blowing around leaves in the room.

 

 

 

"Beautiful." He whispered, tucking the item in his leather jacket as he stood and stared at the body below him.

 

 

 

"You should've never loved me. It was bound to kill you."

Chapter 21

 

 

 

 

 

 

The worst thing to do as soon as you wake up is check the news. When is it ever good? War in foreign countries, protesters of peace and unity abused by men if power, and even tragedies right down the block that ruin your day and make you wonder if you'll make it to next month let alone next year.

 

 

 

We always think it's the end of the world. False news spreads lies or hidden articles that conveniently get taken down so the public doesn't know what their governments are trying to cover up. A lot of us don't think about things like that and never expect it to happen to us or others we know.

 

 

 

Tala wished she never turned on the TV. Something told her it wasn't necessary. She can always check the weather on her phone, right? She had already eaten breakfast, drank her morning coffee, and was ready for the day, clad in a simple black tee and jeans since everyone had a day off because of a holiday.

 

 

 

It was good they did because she didn't know if she was strong enough to face her students. To look them in the eyes and wonder which of them would go missing or worse. Get brutally murdered. The headline caught her immediate attention, she had to blink a few times to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.

 

 

 

Columbia University student Kim Taehyung was brutally murdered and found in a crack house south of West End Avenue. They showed his school picture, reporters hammering the police about investigations. A familiar face appears, Detective Pierce speaking into one of the mics outside the crime scene.

 

 

 

"I assure everyone not to panic. We will find who did this and bring them to justice."

 

 

 

One of the female reporters can be heard shouting over the rest who surround him as he attempts to leave. "Detective Pierce, have you or your colleagues found anything regarding Leon Martinez the past few months?"

 

 

 

The man sighed and shook his head. "I won't speak much further on the cases I'm working on unless I or someone else finds something. We're doing our best with what we have ma'am. That's all."

 

 

 

The circle of people continues following him, shouting questions and seeking answers like a swarm of angry bees until he escapes into his vehicle and flees the scene. She turned off the TV, tossing the remote carelessly onto the coffee table as she plopped onto the couch with a heavy head in her hands. 

 

 

 

That was her student. She knew him well enough to cry and wonder how Jimin must be feeling. Is he ok? Has he even heard about this? Now she's worried and wipes the tears, reaching for her keys and pocketing her phone to make her way there. Within minutes she's flying down the road, pulling into the parking garage and entering the elevator.

 

 

 

Her heart races and she knocks on his door, figuring he should be up at this time anyway. She needs to see him, she needs to hold him, comfort him, and urge him to be careful. The door opens and she stands there for a moment unsure of how to feel about the look on his face. He was unreadable, with no signs of distress whatsoever.

 

 

 

"Jimin..."

 

 

 

"I know." He shook his head, taking her hand and pulling her into a hug, the other hand closing and locking his door.

 

 

 

She held him, she was shaking and scared. Her student was killed and left like some animal in a strange place. And his best friend? Not a sign of anything. Just plain. Worry builds in the pit of her stomach, wondering if maybe she was overthinking this. Not everyone was as emotional as her, but the way he was acting gave her a sick feeling. It was like he didn't even care.

 

 

 

"Jimin he's dead."

 

 

 

She grabbed onto his shoulders, his eyes downcast as she searched for answers, her breathing uneven and voice raspy from the crying.

 

 

 

"Talk to me." She pleaded, her tone hushed.

 

 

 

He didn't react much, only returning a sympathetic look as he wiped her tears and caressed her long hair with his hands. "I'm ok."

 

 

 

Her face pulled into a frown of disbelief. "Ok? How can you be ok?! He's gone! Your best friend was killed, Jimin!"

 

 

 

He shrugged, moving into the kitchen which made her arms fall to her sides, her body slowly shifting in his direction to watch him drink from his water bottle and lean up against the counter. 

 

 

 

"Shit happens."

 

 

 

She gulped thickly, staring at him as if he had grown ten heads. Why the hell was he acting so nonchalant? She thought she was going insane, stuck in a nightmare perhaps. But she knew all too well this was real. His skin was cold as were his eyes. What the actual fuck was going on right now? Jimin never acts this way.

 

 

 

"Jimin." She approached him with her hands up, like she was trying her hardest to stay calm and not snap.

 

 

 

"What. The. Fuck."

 

 

 

He sighed, rubbing the side of his face tiredly. "Tala, please. You're in shock. I understand. So am I."

 

 

 

She scoffed. "Shock? Really?! You're acting completely normal! As if your best friend wasn't found dead with a stab wound to his chest and a paralytic drug found in his blood! Do you know what that means Jimin? Are you understanding the gravity of the situation here?"

 

 

 

His lips pressed into a thin line before he responded. "Yes. I do. Now please-"

 

 

 

"Don't you dare!" She warned, eyes glossy as a chill crept up her spine when she tried to approach him.

 

 

 

"What is wrong with you Jimin? How can you be so calm about this?!"

 

 

 

He was doing his best to try and de-escalate the situation. She was frantic, the look in her eyes making him feel disgusting. He should've planned this more carefully but knowing her it wouldn't be hard to calm her down. He did what he did best. His eyes welled up with tears as he shakily inhaled, exhaling slowly and looking up at her from where his gaze fell.

 

 

 

"I don't know how to feel right now, Tala. That's the problem. He's dead and I couldn't do anything about it. He was helpless and afraid, and I wasn't there. I told him I was tired and didn't want to go out last night but if I did maybe he'd be alive. Maybe he-"

 

 

 

He started breaking down and she came to his rescue without a moments hesitation, holding him as he fell to his knees and sobbed into her neck, clinging onto her shirt like a scared little boy. She melted instantly and coaxed him, reassuring him as best she knew how while crying. He was breaking her heart. So much pain he was keeping inside because that's all he knew how to do. Suffer alone.

 

 

 

"It's ok, angel. You're safe. You're with me. It's gonna be alright I promise." She whispered, kissing his head and capturing his face in her hands so he'd look at her.

 

 

 

"We'll figure this out together. Yeah? Me and you. Everything is gonna work out."

 

 

 

He nodded along with her words, his face blotchy with redness and she wiped his eyes like he did hers, moving to the couch where he sunk into her body, his head on her beating chest.

 

 

 

"You worried me for a second there."

 

 

 

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, keeping his arms wrapped around her body.

 

 

 

"It's alright, angel. I don't like it when you keep things from me. Your emotions. You bury them to seem strong but with me, you can let it all out."

 

 

 

"I know." He sniffled, enjoying her embrace although her racing heart had him a bit concerned.

 

 

 

Was she scared of him acting so cold like that? His delayed reaction to his best friend's death? He had to cry and make this somewhat believable even when he didn't feel a pinch of remorse. He simply didn't care. He couldn't take a chance with Taehyung knowing what he did. He would never put her in danger like that.

 

 

 

"I'll stay with you today alright? If you need to talk or cry don't hide it. You can show me how you feel, angel. I'd never judge you."

 

 

 

Her nails brushing against his back caused him to let out a pleased hum, his chest swelling with adoration for her. "I love you."

 

 

 

She smiled sadly, his stomach dropping when he realized how much this was affecting her. "I love you too, baby angel."

 

 

 

"You're not ok." He stated, urging her to say something that would make him worry less about the state she was in.

 

 

 

She wasn't strung up like this about Leon which was a little confusing at first until he took a moment to ponder on it. She was already well moved on from him, more so the shock of it all getting to her. But now she seemed to be in pain. Why? Whatever he feels she feels.

 

 

 

"I'm not", a few more tears slip down her cheeks, "He was my student. Your best friend. I saw you guys almost every day, I talked to him and got to know him even just a little. He was so precious. He didn't deserve this, Jimin."

 

 

 

Eh, agree to disagree. Regardless it made him feel a type of way to see her this distraught. He plays along to not raise suspicion and make it seem like he needs her. He does but not because he's upset about this, no.

 

 

 

"I know. I know he didn't. But we have each other you know? I have you and I can still be happy."

 

 

 

She presses another kiss on his head. "Do you think you'll be ok?"

 

 

 

"I feel like considering some of the stuff I've been through I'll be fine. Nothing shocks me anymore."

 

 

 

"That's because you shove down your emotions instead of dealing with them." She argued.

 

 

 

Not necessarily but he wouldn't deny it. There gets to a certain point where you stop caring about things, when you've suffered so much everything becomes numb. Him? He's been like this since day one. The only time he ever felt anything was because of her. 

 

 

 

"I'm trying not to. I'm trying to be better", he shifts to look up at her, "You're making me better."

 

 

 

She sighed, tracing the slope of his nose with her finger. "You make me better too, angel."

 

 

 

"I just can't believe he's gone. It makes me think about the times I should've been a little nicer and more patient with him. I hope he didn't die thinking I hated him or something. He was so lonely and I was all he had."

 

 

 

It made her sad to think about it. Now looking back she knows what he was talking about. Taehyung was always a quiet boy. He always had his hoodie up while he sat in the back, almost like he didn't want anyone to see him or know he existed. But he always paid attention in class, he always submitted his work on time, and excelled. Jimin changed him, it was obvious to anyone who cared enough to notice and that was her. 

 

 

 

She understood well enough what that meant and why he was like a completely different person because of his best friend. She was too. Never in a million years did she think she'd fall in love again, and she felt in her heart that this was truly the first time. 

 

 

 

Years with Leon were pushed out of her mind because of mere months with Jimin. A man she thought she loved turned out to only be the person she settled for. To her, love didn't exist before him. He gave everything and more without her having to ask or beg for it.

 

 

 

"Taehyung was depressed. I knew he was but with me none of that mattered. I did what I could to be a good friend and it still never felt like it was enough."

 

 

 

"Jimin it's not your fault. There's nothing you could've done. Blaming yourself will only make it harder."

 

 

 

Her soothing voice lulled his eyes closed, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as his stomach started to grumble. "Ugh, I'm starving."

 

 

 

She perked up instantly, not regarding in the moment his odd change of the subject. "I can make you something, baby. I don't mind."

 

 

 

He shook his head, not wanting her to lift a finger when she wasn't feeling the greatest. "No it's ok. I don't have much food here anyway. I think getting out of the house would help."

 

 

 

"Are you sure?"

 

 

 

He nodded and lifted himself from her body, stretching his stiff limbs. "Yeah. I think it'll be good to get some fresh air. You can stay here and rest while I get some food for us. Is that alright?"

 

 

 

"Yeah but-"

 

 

 

He smiled softly while interrupting. "I promise I'm fine Tala. Do you trust me?"

 

 

 

No hesitation was shown in her response. "Always."

 

 

 

She visibly melted when he leaned back down to plant a heavy kiss on her lips, her stomach stirring with doubt that wouldn't cease even if he held her heart in his hands and mended it. There was something wrong here and the eeriness creeping up on her was unshakeable.

 

 

 

"I'll be back before you know it", he pecked her forehead, "Get some rest, baby. I love you."

 

 

 

"Love you too." She tiredly replied, picking at her nails as he disappeared from her view to grab his keys and wallet in the kitchen before leaving.

 

 

 

The sound of the door closing and locking has her getting up to go into his bedroom. She wasn't comfortable in the clothes she was in so she went into his closet to search for something to wear, realizing she'd never actually noticed the black dresser beneath the rack. It was almost hidden and as she crouched down, she wondered to herself why each drawer had a keyhole in it. She tugged at all three of them but they wouldn't budge.

 

 

 

Tala contemplated whether or not to bother with it. It was his stuff and she shouldn't be snooping. It was rude and an invasion of privacy but there's this little voice in the back of her mind urging her to do it, the one nagging with questions. Why did he act like that when she came here? Why does he have a mysterious dress with each drawer locked? What is he hiding?

 

 

 

In the end, curiosity killed the cat. She started searching his room for it, figuring he'd keep it close and perhaps in plain sight since he seemed to trust her enough not to go through his stuff. He knew she wasn't that type of person. After checking under the bed for any hidden boxes, searching his desk, and going through all the books on his shelves to make sure it wasn't hidden between pages, she maneuvers to the side of his bed where the nightstand is.

 

 

 

She shuffles through the condoms they never bothered to use and other miscellaneous items before finding a silver key. There we go. Her heart raced as she got back into the closet and stood there for a moment staring at the locked dresser. Was this worth it? Finding whatever he kept locked inside? Her stomach twists into knots and she forces herself to cross that line.

 

 

 

Her hands tremble as she sticks the key inside the keyhole, twisting it to the right until the lock clicks and she pulls it out. Her mouth runs dry as she sees it's filled with stacks of cash. More than she's ever seen in her life. She knows it must be from when he fled Korea but she has an icky feeling once closing and locking it, moving down to the second.

 

 

 

The hairs on the back of her neck stand up when she twists the lock and sees the drawer is displaying an array of knives, all different sizes and details. About ten of them. Why the hell does he have a stash of weapons? He's never mentioned any hobby regarding knives before. Her mouth turns sour as she quickly closes it and moves down to the third and last. 

 

 

 

A black shoebox is revealed and she pulls it out, lifting the lid to see a familiar wedding ring and silver watch. Her heart stops for a moment, her blood pumping with adrenaline and fear as she turns the piece to see it was indeed his. Leon's. A stack of photos is neatly tucked in the corner. She  starts to sob while going through them, eyes wide in shock when she realizes it's all of him.

 

 

 

Each photo taken from a distance was him coming from the bank, coming home from wherever, eating at a restaurant, and laughing with whoever was with him. It just got worse and worse. Pictures of him nude and lying in bed with men, others of him walking down the street or shopping at the mall with a phone to his ear. Her heart fell to the ground in a swift moment. Everything hit her all at once. 

 

 

 

The only explanation for Jimin having these items was that he killed him. Leon died choking on his blood because of the knife wound to his neck. The weapons in the second drawer would support that. But what was even worse was seeing the other piece of jewelry stashed along with her husband's.

 

 

 

"No...no..."

 

 

 

Her bottom lip trembled as she held the ruby ring up into the light, standing to her feet to see KT marked on the back. Her stomach folded over and before she can fall to the ground, a hand clamps over her mouth and she panics while feeling a sharp prick in the side of her neck. Her blood turns to ice in her veins, eyes rolling back when her body goes limp in his arms.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry, love."

Chapter 22

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was uncomfortably cold as she woke up, slowly taking in her surroundings while her vision cleared and she sprung up to see she was alone. Her body ached, her heart felt torn, and she was so afraid to leave this bedroom. She knew what was waiting for her on the other side, something she'd never been too good at. Confrontation.

 

 

 

How was she supposed to feel right now? She found out Jimin's a killer. He murdered Leon and Taehyung in cold blood and for what? What were his reasons? What would he say to convince her that she's safe and he'd never hurt her? There was a moment when she thought it best to pretend and ignore everything, like she was in such a state of shock she suffered from amnesia.

 

 

 

The thought was there, she pondered over it for a good long while before giving up. There was no point. There was no running from this. She knew better than to think she could lie to his face and pretend like nothing mattered. It did. There was so much going on at once that it had her head spinning. The most confusing part was why she felt no fear in her heart towards him.

 

 

 

Deep down she knew he'd never do anything to harm her. There must be a logical explanation for all of this. She knows him too well for him to make such serious decisions without a reason. Whatever it was she hoped to end this. This torment, the pain of being kept in the dark. Why? Why would Jimin kill them? What the hell was going on?

 

 

 

Stumbling to her feet, she takes a second to gather herself before slowly turning the doorknob, creaking it open to see he was sitting in the living room with his head in his hands. The takeout food was forgotten on the counter, the smell of Japanese cuisine filling the air and making her nauseous. She didn't even want to think of food at a time like this.

 

 

 

"How long was I out?" She voiced, his head flying up to see her standing there, her eyes steadily locked on his.

 

 

 

"Two hours I think." He mumbled, biting his lower lip while his eyes flickered across her face.

 

 

 

She didn't even want to mention the fact he had drugged her to pass out. As twisted as it was she wasn't scared and she didn't run. She stayed. It meant something to her. He did. But she deserves answers.

 

 

 

"Why?"

 

 

 

Tears build in her eyes and she wipes them aggressively, her tone harsh and growing frustrated. "Why would you kill them? Why did you do this to me? To us?"

 

 

 

He sighed, running his hands through his hair. "Leon hurt you. He deserved every minute of suffering he went through. Taehyung? He found out about us. He was watching and I was too stupid to realize it. I didn't think he'd get that close and he did. Too close, Tala. I couldn't risk it."

 

 

 

She wailed. "Jimin you can't do that. You can't just kill people whenever you want. It's wrong."

 

 

 

Panic was visible on his face as he shook his head to stop her from assuming the worst. "I did it for you. For us. I want you to understand that I'd never hurt you. I'd never-"

 

 

 

"Shut up!" She yells, cheeks turning red with anger and he gulps, knowing he needs to find a way to fix this and fix it fast before his world falls to pieces.

 

 

 

"Jimin...baby...you killed two people. You killed them! You took lives!"

 

 

 

"I know that", he stood carefully to not alarm her, "I did it for you, Tala. I just want you to be happy. Do you know how it felt when you told me about him? Do you understand how much I hated him for what he did to you?"

 

 

 

She shook her head as he crept closer. "No...no..."

 

 

 

"He hurt you. For so many years. He used and abused you. He deserved to be hurt. He deserved to die choking on his own fucking blood for making you feel the way you did, for threatening you, for scaring you. And I enjoyed watching him die. Every minute of it."

 

 

 

Her heart clenched as he took her crying face in his hands, his passionate voice twisting her mind into succumbing once again. "I wasn't wrong for what I did. When I met you you were a shell of a person. I broke you free. I fell in love with you because you're the only woman in this world I want. You've made me into the man I am today. A man who would do anything for the one he loves."

 

 

 

"Before you I was nothing, I felt nothing, and I was nobody. Now? I have the world in my fucking hands because of you. You are all I need. Fuck everybody else. They don't matter. What matters is us. Making sure that you're safe and protected regardless of what I have to do to make that happen." 

 

 

 

His visible yearning for her was so intense she forced herself to pull away, walking to the kitchen counter and gripping the edges so she could pull herself together. 

 

 

 

"Why wouldn't you tell me about it? Why would you lie and pretend like you didn't know?"

 

 

 

He moved to look at her from the side, to read her face. "I thought keeping you in the dark was the best thing to do. I didn't want you to see this side of me. It's ugly and scary and I didn't want you to leave me."

 

 

 

She turned, her glossy eyes making him feel devastatingly horrified. "I'm not who you think I am, Tala."

 

 

 

His voice wavers, tone falling short of strength. "I'm nothing without you. I love you so much it's killing me and there's nothing in the world I'd trade it for. I'm insane and you make me feel like I'm worthy of something. That I'm more than this sickness that's been burning inside of me for all my life."

 

 

 

"I've always been a freak. A weirdo. The one nobody stopped to check on and see if I was ok. Forever misunderstood and doubting myself. No one ever loved me like you did. Not even my fucking sister, and I need you to stay."

 

 

 

He slowly walked to her, her body turning towards him as he soon caressed her face with a love-struck look. "I'll do anything for you. I'll die for you, kill for you, live for you. Anything you want I'll make sure you have it. Never in a million years would I even think about hurting you. We're one."

 

 

 

He intertwined their fingers. "I'm the moon and you're the sun. You're my light. My love. My everything. There is no me without you. Don't you understand? Leon and Taehyung are nothing. I'd burn this world to the fucking ground just to have you."

 

 

 

A heavy sigh leaves his lips, eyebrows furrowed together as he begs shamelessly. "Please, Tala. Say something. Tell me you love me, tell me anything. Just please. Fucking. Say something." He squeezed her hand much like her tears squeezed his heart, the fear in his words seeping into her skin like poison.

 

 

 

"I hate you, Jimin." She whispers numbly.

 

 

 

The life drains from his eyes, more tears spilling down her face as he shakes his head with urgency. "Tala please-"

 

 

 

"I hate that I can't stop loving you." She breaks, pushing at his chest in frustration while he stumbles back.

 

 

 

"It's your fault, Jimin! You poisoned me! You told me you would never hurt me!" She wails, beating on his chest as he takes everything knowing he deserves it, holding her arms.

 

 

 

"I did. I know I did and I'm so sorry, Tala. I can change. I was changing. I'm not a bad man but I had to get rid of them. I couldn't risk it. They would've torn us apart."

 

 

 

She weakly hits his chest again, "You're a liar! You're a liar!", her throat runs dry, her words barely coming out and the hatred he feels for himself burns like hell.

 

 

 

He's no better than Leon for making her suffer like this, for putting her through this and breaking her heart. He thought he was careful, he thought he could save her, but it was tough luck that he was right yet again. Love would destroy him. He didn't want her to cry and she didn't want to be sad. 

 

 

 

"I adore you and only live for you." He whispered, biting his lip to stop himself from crying as she slumped her head against his chest.

 

 

 

"I fucking hate you." She sobs, every word of hers contradicting the painful truth.

 

 

 

"Maybe you're too good for me", he started, her head lifting to meet his eyes, "But I don't fucking care. At all."

 

 

 

He was caught in a lie and the worst part was she wanted him even if he's lost his way. Finding the part of him that's pure, she held onto it like it was her lifeline. Something in her eyes changed from hate to fear, the realization swallowing her and he panicked. He would do anything for her and taking two lives proved that. It was a terrifying feeling, how raw his love was, and how he laid himself bare before her.

 

 

 

"This is me, Tala. The good, the bad, the ugly, the nasty. This is all I have to give you and I want you to take it." His hands shook as he held her face, looking at her as if for the first time.

 

 

 

"Take me." He pleaded, his heart shredding just a little bit more when she stepped away.

 

 

 

"How can you love me like this, Jimin? Why? What did I do?!" She heaved out a staggered breath, legs like noodles as she backed further into the kitchen, him following and reaching out to her.

 

 

 

"You opened your heart and left it for me. That first night. I knew there was no getting over you. I took your necklace so you'd have a reason to come back. And you did. You came back to me every time because I was your escape. Once you fell for me I turned into your home, and you did the same for me. I was lost in my way, I couldn't fucking feel or breathe until you."

 

 

 

He was so close it was making her heart rattle against her rib cage. Not in fear but because he was so intense it was driving her insane. She was tied up in a web of her own making. 

 

 

 

He chuckled pathetically. "I still don't understand how your love can do what no one else can. I was never foolish. I don't do this, Tala. But your love got the best of me and I don't care who sees."

 

 

 

He got to his knees, her mouth falling open at the sight, his eyes sucking her in. "I know I look so crazy right now. But Tala I can't help myself. I love you. My heart bleeds for you. I don't want you to be afraid of me. I want you to stay. I want you to understand me like you always have. Even if it's ugly and terrifying, I need you to see that everything is for you."

 

 

 

He's worse than he's ever been. Like poison on the inside, she was the antidote. She could see the sickness, and she thought she could cure him. Whatever that was, whatever that entailed, once he was in there was no letting go and she knew that. She was never leaving. He's on his knees begging her to stay and it evokes something inside her. Forgiveness. All he wanted to do was love and be loved. It all circled back to that same principle.

 

 

 

"You made a mistake. It's ok." She said, and he slowly rose to his feet.

 

 

 

"No. They weren't mistakes. I did it because I love you and in no way is anything related to that a mistake. I regret nothing."

 

 

 

"Baby you didn't have to kill Taehyung", she stresses, "He loved you. You were his best friend. He never would've ruined that or us."

 

 

 

He aggressively rebutted. "No, you're not understanding Tala. He loved me in a way he shouldn't have. He saw me. The real me. He made a mistake thinking he had that privilege. Only you do. Only you can know and love me."

 

 

 

Her face contorted in surprise, she struggled to find words before looking at him hopelessly. "You should've told me. I know you were scared but you can tell me anything."

 

 

 

"You're not mad?" He asked, his gaze skeptical, like it was too good to be true.

 

 

 

Her face falls and she sighs in ambivalence. "I'm not mad. I was confused. I knew you had to have reasons for doing what you did. I trust you more than anyone that you know what you're doing. But killing people? Jimin that's not right."

 

 

 

"Even if it's for you?" He frowned.

 

 

 

"You don't need to kill for me." She said, wanting him to understand that regardless of his reasoning it wasn't worth it in the end.

 

 

 

"But I will. If someone hurts you or causes trouble I'm going to make sure nothing comes between us." He argued.

 

 

 

"What about the risks of you being caught?!", she raises her voice, "I can't live my life on the other side of the glass and unable to touch you. I can't do it, Jimin. I can't lose you."

 

 

 

"You're not. You're not losing me." He quickly reassured, holding the sides of her neck to ground himself, her skin soothing his shot nerves.

 

 

 

"I love you. Too much."

 

 

 

The weight of everything crashed on them both. He's making her skip over a line he had crossed ages ago. It's a terrifying jump to make, losing your morals for the one you love, empathizing when sanity would say that it's wrong no matter what. But neither of them were sane, neither of them were normal or lived in normal situations.

 

 

 

He grew up in a loveless, greedy family that viewed him as a product. She was no different. She married a man who saw her as the same, something to use, a breeding cow to give him what he wanted. Is it wrong for them to finally learn how to love in their own ways? Him killing and her forgiving him for all his wrongs to be by his side no matter what? 

 

 

 

"There's only one feeling that I know is right", he kissed her head, his body flush against hers and it gave him life, "That's my love for you."

 

 

 

"I can't leave, Jimin. I won't." She locked eyes with him, and all of his worries were washed away by those words.

 

 

 

"You'll stay?" He asked in slight disbelief, making sure she knew what she was saying right now and she very well did.

 

 

 

Her staying meant forgiveness. Her staying meant acceptance and most importantly of all, it meant she loved him enough to embrace the dark. Even at the risk of losing her light.

 

 

 

"Always."

 

 

 

They share a moment of silence, far too tense to share a kiss and passionately embrace. He let her go, creating some distance to let them both think and breathe. They stared at the ground, contemplating what to do or say if they could. 

 

 

 

"I need some time." She voices, his head automatically lifting from the sound.

 

 

 

He nodded, wishing to reach out as she passed by him, the scent of her wafting his nose and reminding him that she had his heart in a headlock. She grabbed her things and slipped on her shoes, his eyes trained on her back while she stood there at the door. Wanting to stay but needing to go. Her departing words blow a hole in his chest, one that kills him.

 

 

 

"You know you're better than this."

Chapter 23

 

 

 

 

 

 

He didn't breathe for what felt like ages. You know you're better than this. Was he? Did she believe in him like he believed in her? Did she know the weight of those words? He couldn't stop thinking about how fast this all went downhill.

 

 

 

Jimin didn't want her to find out like that or at all. She didn't need to know the things he's done for her. He knows he's crazy, he knows he's not normal because of the way he thinks, how he manipulates, and his thirst for killing.

 

 

 

It only felt right if it was for her. He could always think of reasons to rationalize why he does what he does, regardless of his illness. He's not right in the head and he's using it as an excuse to do what he wants. He loves her and he can't stop. If she begged him to he wouldn't listen.

 

 

 

But this pain is unbearable. He didn't even bother locking the door when she left, sinking to the floor in hopelessness. What has he done to her? She forgave him but at what cost? It was terrifying to see how easily she gave in, how she empathized and understood why he killed Leon and Taehyung.

 

 

 

It was obvious in her eyes. She felt so much all at once but the one thing that she never doubted was the love she had for him. A love that could destroy and mend them. All the broken pieces coming together but those little cracks not vanishing. It hits him right there as she flashes behind his eyes and a knock plunges a heavy blow to his chest.

 

 

 

He broke her. He knew he did because why else would she stay? Any normal person would run away if they found out their lover was a killer. Not only that but he enjoyed it, he confessed and she accepted it as if it's the most sane thing. She tried to fight it but deep down he could see she was scared of herself not him.

 

 

 

She was afraid because she knew how far she'd go for him, how much she'd forgive, and that her love would never die or fade. He could do absolutely anything and she'd stay since he was all she needed. He asked her, begged her to and he's understanding the weight of his actions.

 

 

 

Tala has forgiven a murderer. She said it's ok to make mistakes. She knows that Jimin isn't right in the head, she's always known but now that she's seen this side of him fully unmasked, it's real and undeniable. He's a cold-blooded killer, a psychopath, and she continues to love him without remorse. Her leaving only signified that.

 

 

 

It was too much to handle and she needed time to think, time to process exactly what she'd accepted without hesitation. Even during their argument, she knew she was staying. As she yelled, cried her heart out, and hit him, she was trapped and she let herself fall into him time and time again. The sun always chased the moon even if they could never be together, even if nature defined that they're too different and one can only shine in the darkness.

 

 

 

That's what swallowed him whole. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, all he could do was feel. Her perfume lingered in the air and it only stood as a painful reminder of what he's done to her. She loved him too much just like he did. He didn't want her to hurt, he didn't want her to be afraid, he was selfish for loving her and he couldn't stop.

 

 

 

Even if he ripped out his bleeding heart, it would still beat as long as she wanted it. It was wrong, it was immoral, and the voices won't stop. A constant ringing in his ears that echoes makes his eyes twitch. The worst time to be doing this is now when he needs to be thinking about his actions and how to be careful around her. He doesn't deserve her but she loves him so it means something. It has to.

 

 

 

"Jimin you've fucked up"

 

"I can't believe you"

 

"She's afraid of you now"

 

 

 

He shook his head, hands gripping the ends of his hair. "No, no. She loves me. She always will. She knows I did it for her."

 

 

 

"You're an idiot for believing you deserve her"

 

"We warned you"

 

"Jimin this is the end. You don't deserve to live for what you've done"

 

 

 

He scoffs incredulously, laughing at their hypocrisy. "Me? Seriously? I wouldn't be like this if it weren't for you!"

 

 

 

Standing to his feet, his hair a mess and blood racing with adrenaline, the whispers in his ears grew louder, clouding his thoughts and he desperately needed an escape. 

 

 

 

"Shut up. Shut up!"

 

 

 

He was losing control, his sanity was slipping through his fingers like sand. His body throbbed and his head spun in circles, shaky hands gripping the counters to lean his sweaty forehead against the cold marble.

 

 

 

"You're a loser, Jimin"

 

"She doesn't love you. She pities you"

 

"You're a horrible person. You should've never danced with a stranger"

 

 

 

His sobs filled the apartment, his head banging against the counter to stop the voices. They laughed, they mocked him, and they broke down his self-esteem with every insult.

 

 

 

"You should kill yourself"

 

"She's better off without you"

 

"You're a monster and hurting her is the only thing you're good at"

 

 

 

"That's not true. That's not true!" He shouted, his voice raspy from high emotions and he groaned with frustration, stumbling to the cabinet full of liquor.

 

 

 

He grabbed the first bottle he saw, not paying attention to what it was but needing any sort of relief for what he was going through. The only way to dull the agony spreading through his body like a virus was to drink away his sanity and fall into a drunken state of mind. The voices never disappeared, they lingered, but the alcohol slowed his brain down enough to ease their aggression.

 

 

 

"She can't fix you, Jimin"

 

"You don't love her enough to change"

 

"Everyone always leaves you once they see what's behind the mask don't they?" 

 

 

 

"That's not true! I was changing! She made me better! You know she did!" He gripped the bottle tightly, veins protruding from his arms and the sides of his neck in anger.

 

 

 

He spun off the top, the bottle pressing against his lips as he threw his head back and chugged. His throat burned much like his eyes from tears but he kept going. It wasn't enough until he drowned them out and forgot who he was for a while. It was the only way to cope without her.

 

 

 

In the end, it only makes it worse. Sure, the voices fade but his own thoughts are loud and daunting. What if they're right? What if this is the end? Maybe she's afraid of me and is only staying because she feels like there's no choice. Jimin was indeed his worst enemy. 

 

 

 

The overthinking sent him into a spiral and now he's decked out in a club outfit, makeup on his face, dazzled in jewelry as he drunkenly dances around his apartment, music blasting so loud he's lucky no one's banging on his door.

 

 

 

He's lost whatever little control he had, so easy for him to go off the rails and create a crisis to better cope with how he's feeling. He'd never been this stressed out in his life, constantly wondering if she hated him, wondering if maybe he was just making all this up in his head because he couldn't believe for one second that he deserved to be loved.

 

 

 

His parents pretended like he didn't exist unless it was convenient for them. He was considered a freak in school, lonely with no one to stand up for him but his sister. Even then when she saw what he was and what he did out of his love for her she ran too. Why does he have to be so unlucky? Why can't he be loved for all that he is?

 

 

 

This wasn't the time to dance around and pretend like everything was ok with a bottle in his hand. The whiskey was gone, the bourbon going second, and he was so intoxicated he could barely stand on his own two feet. The only reason why he's managing is because of the music. The melody swam in his veins along with the alcohol, pooling in his stomach like burning acid and creeping up his throat, the bitterness souring his mouth.

 

 

 

He doesn't stop, he tilts his head back, awaiting the next venomous drop when he slowly processes that this is empty as well. He mumbled curses in his first language and yelled, using all he had to throw the bottle at the wall to shatter. 

 

 

 

The breaking of glass doesn't bother him but rather soothes the rage inside. The clinking of pieces scattered across the wood floor makes him giggle, clutching his ears while flailing around. Hearing something break is what turns him on.

 

 

 

Not her though. He never meant to do that. He should've known better, he should've put on a mask to hide how much he didn't care about Taehyung and his gruesome death. But she caught that the mask slipped, she saw a glimpse of what was behind there and couldn't ignore it. Somehow he managed to turn off the music, starting to hiccup from how much he's already drank.

 

 

 

"Tala...Tala." He mumbled like a lost child, squinting his eyes while searching his contacts to call her.

 

 

 

He hummed, stumbling into his bathroom as the phone rang and awaited the sweet sound of her voice. He managed to safely get into the bathtub, curling himself up as he did so, and tiredly leaned his sweaty head back against the side with the phone in hand.

 

 

 

The automated message plays when she doesn't answer, his heart sinking with disappointment but once it beeps to leave a message, he starts talking because he drank far too much and feels the need to spill his guts. He just wants her to understand.

 

 

 

"Hey Tala you didn't pick up. I know you're probably mad at me but I'm not mad at you. I love you a lot. I think you know that but I'm not sure. I don't know much of anything right now." He slurred, each word dragging out as he took heavy breaths in between.

 

 

 

"I was thinking about us. About you." His voice cracks and the dam of tears breaks, spilling down his face as his heart clenches with overwhelming emotion.

 

 

 

"I know I hurt you. I don't deserve your forgiveness and understanding. I hope I make sense to you now because I don't think I'll remember this. I don't want to." He closes his eyes, crying for almost a minute before picking up where he left off with sniffles.

 

 

 

"I'm so scared, Tala. I'm losing you and I don't want to. But I think they're right. I don't deserve you. I don't deserve your love. I'm not good enough for you. I know I'm not but I try so hard to be. I tried to change and it wasn't enough."

 

 

 

"I'm sick Tala. Something is wrong with me and I can't get rid of them. They won't stop tormenting me. I'm so fucking confused and I need you. God, I need you so bad but you're scared of me. You hate me and I can't even blame you for that because I hate me too." He choked out sobs, words rasping from his agony while he clutched his chest and tried to calm himself down.

 

 

 

"I'm a bad person. I killed them and I would do it all over again. I don't regret it when any normal person would. I can't even imagine how you feel about me now. You probably think I'm crazy and I am. I am crazy. But worst of all I'm in love with you and the only thing that can stop it is if I die."

 

 

 

That's when the fog lifts. The best and worst idea he's ever had. His blurred gaze magically clears as it falls upon the razor on the edge of the tub. His blood pulses and a chill runs down his spine, his face scrunching in discomfort. This is the only way. He feels it in his heart. Love is about sacrifice and he's willing to go as far as he can to prove it to her.

 

 

 

"I don't want you to think it's your fault. None of this is. I just fell a little too hard for a stranger and we ended up here. I didn't think I'd ever experience something as beautiful as you but I did. I'm the luckiest man alive to love and be loved by you."

 

 

 

Although he's sinking into a blackout, he manages to pull himself together and smile sadly even if it hurts every muscle doing so. "I don't think I ever told you this but I had this dream about you. About us. We were older, married, and we had a baby boy. I don't remember his name but I see his face all the time. We would've found a way, Tala. I know we could've been happy."

 

 

 

He inhales deeply, lazily wiping his tears. "But I can't have that. I can't have you. I can't watch you lose yourself for me. I can't stand to see that look on your face again. This was my last push to the edge. Let me fall. Don't regret anything and let me go. Please. I know it's selfish to ask of you. I've taken enough but I need this. I need this one last thing."

 

 

 

Jimin struggles to sit up, every limb heavy and aching as he reaches to grab the blade in his fist, shuffling to lean back against the shower tile. "I love you but I need to let go. I'm sorry, Tala. I just can't do this anymore."

 

 

 

With that, he ends the message, and his phone is tossed onto the floor without a care. It won't matter once he's gone. None of it will. He rolls up the sleeve of his black blouse, tracing the veins on his wrist with his chubby index finger. As he slashes the blade deep into his skin, his body tightens and his arm burns from the wound. Crimson drips down, his eyes dazed in mesmerization as he watches his milky white skin turn red.

 

 

 

The stench of blood does nothing to affect him. It doesn't bother him and it never did. The throbbing in his wrist was nothing compared to the ache in his heart. He was bleeding out, the world around him spinning as the beating organ in his chest thudded slowly. He was dying and yet he smiled. He cried in relief as images of her were brought into his mind, memories flooding in and playing like a movie. His life flashes before his eyes before everything fades to black.

Chapter 24

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tala doesn't remember driving home, she doesn't remember going into the elevator or unlocking the front door. All she can think about is Jimin as she falls to the floor and stares at the wall. Her side aches but she doesn't move to lay on her back. Her arm starts to tingle from resting her head against it but she doesn't budge. It doesn't matter because Jimin...poor Jimin.

 

 

 

He lied to her at what cost? He needed her so badly that he risked himself to kill for her. A man who abused her almost all her life and another unlucky one who knew too much. It hurt so bad seeing him beg like that, seeing him desperate to keep her with him. All he wanted was her love. All he wanted was her and it wasn't scary knowing how far he'd go for her. It was scary how easily her heart accepted it. 

 

 

 

She thought maybe it was a dream or she lost her mind. That's why she fought so hard. She screamed, cried, and attacked him thinking it was too horrible to be the truth. Only it wasn't. He was all too real, their love felt too good to be true but there was no denying it. His words rang in her ears over and over like a song. I adore you and only live for you.

 

 

 

There were no tears left to cry. She couldn't speak, she couldn't yell in frustration, all she did was stare numbly at the white canvas which was a wall. Hours had gone by of her in the same position, unable to feel anything other than emptiness. Nothing feels right anymore. It's all unreadable. She and him have begun to blur.

 

 

 

What are they? Lovers? Psychos? Soulmates and strangers? There wasn't a word she knew to describe how they felt for each other and what it made them into. Love is anything but pure or innocent. It can be ugly, beautiful, and terrifying. Love is what you make it out to be and one thing is for certain. The way her heart beats for him is something not even a four-letter term can define.

 

 

 

A feeling very few know or understand. Hell, she barely comprehends it herself. She thought she knew what it was with Leon but Jimin opened up a new world for her. He made her feel things she couldn't explain. The way he whispered in her ear sent chills across her skin, his eyes making her heart soar above with the moon and stars, and the way he said her name. It lit a fire in the pit of her stomach that only he could control.

 

 

 

She hadn't even realized how long she'd been like this until she snapped out of it and sat up, looking around for a moment to take in her surroundings. Her legs felt weak as she stood and made her way to the kitchen counter, grabbing her phone to see Jimin had called and left a voicemail. 

 

 

 

Her heart started racing with worry when she saw how long it was. A heaviness plummeted on her chest as she turned the volume to its max and played the message, figuring she should sit down as she listened to it.

 

 

 

She could tell he was drunk by the way he slurred every word, some even coming out inaudible to her because his accent was so thick. Somehow she managed to pay close attention regardless of the panic she felt. Her heart broke into a million pieces when he sobbed for almost two minutes straight. She could only imagine how he felt and it was enough to have her tearing up.

 

 

 

His words scared her. She could hear in his voice that he was far gone and wasted out of his mind. The pieces of her heart turned to dust, blowing in the wind once she heard him say he didn't deserve to be loved. There was nothing more agonizing to hear his self-doubt. He thought she hated him and he couldn't be more wrong.

 

 

 

"No angel...no I don't hate you." She whispered, hoping he'd hear her through the phone by some miracle.

 

 

 

The last minute of his message has her scrambling to grab her keys and racing out the door. She's aggressively smashing the elevator button to do down, looking like a crazed woman as she speeds to her car and fumbles with her keys, dropping them out of anxiousness.

 

 

 

"Shit!"

 

 

 

She ducks down and grabs them, unlocking her vehicle and jumping into the driver's seat. Her hands are trembling as she starts the ignition and puts it into drive, her foot heavy on the gas pedal while she maneuvers around traffic, fear gripping her throat like a vice.

 

 

 

"Baby what are you doing...what are you doing." She wails, hitting the steering wheel in frustration, her body spiked with adrenaline.

 

 

 

The sight of his apartment complex only rattles her nerves even more so, the thought of being so close yet so far away. God, she hopes he didn't do what she thinks he did. She's not sure she can ever forgive him for that. Once she's parked she makes her way up to his place, panting heavily from the physical exertion.

 

 

 

"Jimin? Jimin are you in there?" She bangs against the door frantically, looking around before her eyes fall onto the doorknob, twisting it and realizing he left it unlocked.

 

 

 

She quickly scanned the kitchen and living room for any sign of him, not bothering with the door as she shouted his name.

 

 

 

"Jimin! Jimin where are you?!"

 

 

 

Tears poured down her face as she opened the bedroom to see it was empty, her body slowly creeping towards the bathroom as she shook her head in denial.

 

 

 

"Please no. God, please no."

 

 

 

Pushing open the door to walk in, her sobs come to a halt when she sees him lying in the bathtub. She screams in terror, falling to her knees while reaching for him, his dull face in her hands.

 

 

 

"Baby? Jimin? Are you there?" She asked, hoping to see his eyes flicker open in response.

 

 

 

She lets go and his head falls back against the tile, the sight of him sitting in his blood traumatizing her. A gut-wrenching wail leaves her throat, her hands going to grab his shoulders and roughly shake him awake.

 

 

 

"Wake up! Wake up! Please Jimin! I can't lose you!" She sobbed, putting her finger up under his nose to feel his shallow breaths.

 

 

 

She gasps in relief, scrambling to call the ambulance, her hands shaking violently as she dialed the number. "911 what is your emergency?"

 

 

 

"Please I need help. My friend is bleeding out. He's barely breathing. He tried to kill himself and I don't know what-"

 

 

 

The lady on the other side of the phone interrupts her rambling. "Ma'am give me the address and I can send help your way."

 

 

 

Once she stutters out where they are, an ambulance is sent and she hangs up the phone. A few of the neighbors come out of their apartment when they hear the ruckus, and a guy across the hall goes in to see if he can do anything to help but nothing can be done. He was nice enough to leave her alone with him, keeping the rest of them out of the apartment because no one needed to see this.

 

 

 

The blood made her nauseous, bile rising in the back of her throat when she saw his wrist was torn open and his clothes were soaked. It's a miracle he's still breathing after the amount of blood he's lost. She tries to keep herself together and talk to him, moving closer to caress his face and keep him alive by grabbing a towel and wrapping his arm as best she could.

 

 

 

"Jimin, why would you do this? Why would you leave me?" She whispered, struggling to form words and instead choked out broken sobs, the agony twisting her insides.

 

 

 

"I can't live without you. I need you, angel. I need you, please." She held the back of his head, pressing her forehead against his and kissing his cold lips, feeling his breath against her nose.

 

 

 

"You're so cold. Why are you so cold, Jimin?" She mutters mindlessly, not seeking the answers to obvious questions but rather wondering why he had to do this.

 

 

 

His reasons over the phone weren't enough. He says he doesn't want to hurt her but look what he's done? She's crouched beside his stiff body, the life fading from him and there's nothing she can do but watch.

 

 

 

"Please. Please, God. Let him live. He's all I have. He's all I live for. Please, please, please. He doesn't deserve this. He made a mistake. A mistake..."

 

 

 

She cries into his neck, his skin like ice against hers and she holds a hand to his chest, his shallow heartbeat crushing her soul, sobs wracking through her whole body. Her stomach aches and her hands trembled uncontrollably as she held him and rocked her body.

 

 

 

"Jimin I'm here. I'm not mad at you, angel. You know I never was. I can't be. You can come back now. I promise everything will be ok. I'll forgive you again. I'll try."

 

 

 

"Ma'am we need you to move please."

 

 

 

A few men in uniform came in and lifted his body onto a stretcher, and she followed them out to the ambulance truck, ignoring the clamoring, nosy neighbors who tried to see what was going on. As she got in and held his limp hand, watching as they put a mask over his face and asked her questions, her mind sort of wandered and she blocked everything out.

 

 

 

The world slowed down around her. She had waited hours in the hospital to see him before the doctor said he was in a coma and needed time to recover. She stumbled into the room, the door closing behind her as she pulled a chair to sit beside his bed. He was hooked up to all these machines and it made her sick to see him like this. She remembered his hands, the way the mountains looked when he took her outside the city. How the light shot diamonds from his eyes.

 

 

 

He was so hungry for life. So bright, bold, and beautiful. Seeing him in this bed made her think of better times, the bandages around his wrist a nasty reminder of how close he was to leaving her. Something as small as a blade could take her angel away. Her face was blotchy and red, she looked like a hot mess and she didn't care. He was in so much pain and she didn't even know.

 

 

 

"How am I supposed to forgive you for this? How can I when it felt like I was dying with you?"

 

 

 

She sobbed in her hands, and the sound of someone's voice caught her attention. "I'm here Tala. I'm ok."

 

 

 

His voice was a punch to the gut, a look of disbelief on her face when her hands fell away and she saw he was awake and smiling at her as if everything was fine.

 

 

 

"Jimin?" She whispered, wondering how he'd possibly wake up so soon.

 

 

 

The melancholic look in his eyes has her shuffling closer, standing by his bed and grabbing his hand. "My angel. You scared me."

 

 

 

He frowned, the room buzzing with uncomfortable tension. "I know. I'm sorry. I didn't want you to find me like that but I'm awake now. It's over."

 

 

 

She searched for the button on the side of the bed to call in a nurse since he was awake and Jimin protested. "No, Tala. Don't call them in."

 

 

 

"Why?"

 

 

 

It was already too late. He gave her a disappointed look that confused her before she turned to see the nurse standing there unsurely.

 

 

 

"Miss? Is something wrong?" The young woman came forward, and wondered why Tala wore a smile.

 

 

 

"He's awake now." 

 

 

 

The nurse's energy visibly changed, Tala's warm expression fading from the way she looked at her. Ma'am. He's still in a coma. It'll take a while for him to wake up. Are you alright?"

 

 

 

She whipped her head to see Jimin was indeed still asleep, the hope she had instantly crushed, and now she knew she must be going insane. 

 

 

 

"How long have I been here?" She asked, afraid of the answer when she shifted her gaze back to the nurse who looked at her sympathetically.

 

 

 

"3 days."

Chapter 25

 

 

 

 

 

 

The smell of waffles and bacon causes her to stir awake. She groans, keeping her eyes closed for a moment while stretching in soft sheets, slowly her gaze falls upon the unfamiliar bedroom she's in. With a frown she shifts to move to the edge of the bed while approaching the full-body-length mirror hanging on the opposite wall.

 

 

 

"My hair..." She mumbles, taking in her appearance.

 

 

 

Her once long wavy hair was now chopped to just barely meet her shoulders. She had more weight on her but she wasn't upset about that. Her neck had a few purple marks which had heat rising to her face. Clearly something happened the previous night. She looked good in a simple tank top and low-rise shorts, her eyes widening at the ink on her hip.

 

 

 

"J? Jimin?" She asked herself, eyebrows scrunching in curiosity as she traced the black letter.

 

 

 

She hears a faint voice, now grabbing the silk red robe that was hung on the back of the door, looking at herself for what seems like the first time, and finally, the gold ring on her ring finger catches her attention. A smile reached her face, seeing it was in the shape of a star, a unique design that only she would understand the meaning of. 

 

 

 

Tala didn't know what was going on but she remained calm, descending the stairs to enter the kitchen and see Jimin clad in a white tee and sweatpants, his hair pushed back and he pretty much looked the same. Before she reaches the last step he looks up to notice she's awake and rushes over to grab her and kiss her.

 

 

 

"Morning, baby. Sleep well?" He grinned, cocking his head a little and by his attitude, it was obvious he was suggesting something that had happened the night before.

 

 

 

"You're ok?" She asked, grabbing his wrist to see there was nothing there and his gaze shifted.

 

 

 

"Of course baby. Why wouldn't I be?" He wondered, but soon didn't bother with it when she shook her head.

 

 

 

"Nothing. Just a weird dream I had. Sorry." She sheepishly chuckled.

 

 

 

"Mama! Mama!"

 

 

 

Her head turned to see a baby boy sitting in a high chair at the dining table. He was light-skinned, curly black hair, and the most gorgeous smile you'd ever seen, his eyes little crescents like his father's. Her heart melted and she rushed to the baby, sitting next to him as he babbled happily and her eyes got watery.

 

 

 

"Hi, baby boy. Are you happy to see Mommy?" She cooed, laughing at his messy face that was slathered with syrup from the waffles on his plate.

 

 

 

From behind, Jimin groans and holds her shoulders, his face buried in her neck as she giggles at him too. "I am definitely happy to see mommy."

 

 

 

"Jimin!" She scolds with a smile, their boy laughing as he held his baby fork to eat his food.

 

 

 

"What?" He feigned innocence, planting kisses on the marks he left on her neck and he sat beside her, sliding one of the plates her way.

 

 

 

"Eat." He said, kissing her cheek before he dug into his food, chewing on a slice of bacon as he played with his son.

 

 

 

The sight of it brings her pure joy even if she can't remember anything. She doesn't even know the poor child's name let alone anything leading up to this. All she knows is that eating breakfast with her family is such a simple thing she dares not take for granted.

 

 

 

"How long have you guys been awake?" She asked while taking a bite of her food, turning to Jimin and catching the silver moon ring on his finger.

 

 

 

It made her heart tingle and she put her hand on his thigh, wanting to touch him in some way. He was warm, he was alive, and everything was perfect.

 

 

 

"Kairo was up around an hour ago. I heard him shuffling around on the baby monitor and thought I might as well get breakfast ready. Maybe we could go to the beach today. You know celebrate our wedding anniversary as a family." He beamed, waving at his son cutely before settling his gaze back on her.

 

 

 

She wanted to burst into tears, finding it hard to come up with what to say. There's so much she should say and she doesn't know how or if this is the right time. So many questions to be answered but she pushes it all to the back of her mind. It doesn't matter right now. What matters is her husband and baby boy. The family she's always wanted.

 

 

 

"Yeah. I'd love that." She nodded, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead, pleased with her answer.

 

 

 

"Sweet. I already have everything ready so once we're done eating we can get dressed and head out." He said, munching on the last piece of bacon on his plate, his lips puckering and she nodded.

 

 

 

"Sounds good to me." 

 

 

 

"Ya!" The baby exclaimed, both parents turning to chuckle at him.

 

 

 

"Yeah? You wanna go to the beach?" She asked enthusiastically, Kairo squealing in happiness and it soothed her heart when she felt her husband rubbing her back.

 

 

 

"Bitch! Bitch!"

 

 

 

Tala and Jimin glanced at each other, bursting with laughter as they tried to teach their son to properly say beach, to which he giggled and continued cursing innocently.

 

 

 

"Close enough, baby." She kissed her son's head, grabbing a wipe from the pack sitting on the table so she could clean him up.

 

 

 

Once she's done with her food Jimin collects the dishes and rinses them quickly before putting them in the dishwasher. He wiped his hands on the dish towel, neatly folded it on the counter, and moved to grab him as she stood to do so.

 

 

 

"I got him, love. Go get ready. It's not gonna take me long." Jimin said, removing the top of the high chair and setting it on the table to grab his son.

 

 

 

She puts a hand on his arm in protest. "Can I? Please?"

 

 

 

The look on her face confused him but he carefully put Kairo in her arms without hesitation, watching in content as the love of his life babbled with their son.

 

 

 

"Is everything alright, Tala? You've been a little off today." He finally asks, his curiosity getting the better of him and she turns to look at him, Kairo resting his small but heavy head against her chest.

 

 

 

"Yeah. I'm all good. The dream I had spooked me is all. I'm sorry I'm acting weird." She smiled nervously, closing her eyes as he leans in to steal a kiss, their son squealing as he was smooshed in between.

 

 

 

"It's ok. I just needed to make sure you're good. Are you up for going to the beach? We don't have to. We can always find a babysitter and-"

 

 

 

She stopped him, shaking her head immediately at the suggestion. "No, no. I want to go. I want to be with you and him."

 

 

 

Her husband grinned. "Whatever you want, love. As long as you're happy. Are you sure you don't want me to take him?"

 

 

 

"Nah, I'm good. I'll get him ready and then get dressed too." She said, stealing another heated kiss from her husband before walking away, a playful slap on her ass making her giggle as she walked up the steps, her red robe flowing behind her.

 

 

 

Since Kairo was old enough to sit up on his own, she kept a close eye as he played with some of his toys while she picked out an outfit for him. His diaper was still dry so she didn't have to change it before applying some baby sunscreen on his chubby arms, legs, and face. He laughed when she dabbed some on his nose, rubbing it in before dressing him in shark swim trunks, a blue shirt, and a bucket hat to match his Crocs.

 

 

 

"There we go my handsome boy." She pecked his nose, little hands going to hold her cheeks, his precious eyes sparkling.

 

 

 

"Mama. Mama." He said with cheer.

 

 

 

"Mama needs to get ready now ok? Come with me. Daddy should be ready by now." She pressed a long kiss to his head, holding his small body in awe.

 

 

 

"Daddy huh?"

 

 

 

She spins around to see her husband leaning against the doorway, a mischievous grin on his face as he reaches his wife and son, her eyes rolling at the wink he gave. He wore a red shirt that stood out against his skin, and black basketball shorts to pair with it. His effortless dad vibes made her stomach flutter.

 

 

 

"Dada! Dada!"

 

 

 

"Hi, baby juice! Hi!" Jimin cheerfully responded, his voice high-pitched like his son who clapped his hands. 

 

 

 

"I need to grab a few of his things before we head out but I'm gonna get ready first. I shouldn't be long." She said, walking out of Kairo's room with him in her hands and her husband following.

 

 

 

"I packed our stuff in the car yesterday. The only thing I need to grab is the cooler and we're all set." He responded, closing the bedroom door behind them as she passed Kairo into his hands so she could search her closet for a bathing suit.

 

 

 

"Did you get sunscreen? Diapers? Wipes? His bottle?" She asked, her motherliness making Jimin glow with adoration when she came out in a red one-piece, slipping on black shorts and an Adidas black striped shirt.

 

 

 

"Yes ma'am. Everything and then some." He reassured, puckering his lips for a kiss when she came over to bury her nose in her son's curls, moving to fulfill her husband's wish.

 

 

 

"Ten more minutes and I'm ready." She says, going in the bathroom to brush her teeth, wash her face, and slasher on some sunscreen before tucking the tube in her pocket.

 

 

 

Once collecting her purse and grabbing some sandals, they made their way downstairs and out of the house. Jimin locked the front door since he had the keys in his pocket, the sun shining brightly in their quaint seaside neighborhood. 

 

 

 

"Damn, it's hot. Perfect day for the beach." Jimin exclaimed, slipping on a similar pair of glasses to hers once Kairo was buckled in his seat with a teething toy in hand.

 

 

 

"Bitch!"

 

 

 

They once again laughed over their son's cute cursing and excitement, his giggles making her feel more than happy and fulfilled to be a mom. That's all she ever wanted and now she has it. Jimin drives with one hand as he usually did, the other intertwined with hers. 

 

 

 

The smell of salt in the air brings her a sense of nostalgia, the small town they lived in bustling with energy, and the smell of pizza from around the corner. It was always sunny here, full of life and beauty. The perfect home for families.

 

 

 

Tala was impressed but not surprised to see that her husband did have everything packed. He of course made her carry Kairo while he did all the heavy lifting, a beach bag and the cooler in one hand, two chairs, and an umbrella in the other. 

 

 

 

He looked completely out of place at the beach. It had her laughing and teasing him once they were all set up, relaxing in the beach chairs and watching Kairo play with the sand, occasionally scolding him when he attempted to try a tasty chunk of sand.

 

 

 

"You're my little vampire." She beamed, poking his cheek and he smirked, leaning in close to her face.

 

 

 

"Then come here and let me suck you dry."

 

 

 

"Ah!" She yelled in surprise when she stood and he pulled her onto his lap, his lips intertwined with hers and she slapped his chest playfully.

 

 

 

"We're in public you animal." She whispered, her face flushed, and although she couldn't see his eyes because of the glasses she could imagine the look behind them.

 

 

 

It was enough to have her blood pulsing and she reminded herself this wasn't the time or place. Besides their baby boy was only a foot away playing in the sand. He doesn't need to see their parents getting hot and heavy at the beach. Gross.

 

 

 

"You liked it last night." He teased, his chubby fingers tracing the hickeys on her neck which she swats away.

 

 

 

"You're bent." She snorted, rolling her eyes.

 

 

 

"Made you scream though didn't it?" He audaciously responds.

 

 

 

Her mouth falls agape and she nudges him harder. "Jimin!"

 

 

 

"What?" He whined, turning to point at his son who was on his feet.

 

 

 

"Babe look! He's standing on his own!" He exclaimed, and when she sees it they both start cheering him on, a silly smile on his face as he walks towards his parents and falls on his hands, his butt in the air.

 

 

 

"Aw, are you ok baby?" She asked, reaching out for him but the boy frowned, shaking his head and determined to stand by himself.

 

 

 

"Ya!"

 

 

 

"God, he looks so much like you." She says, to which her husband laughs in agreement.

 

 

 

"That he does. Stubborn as hell and pretty like his papa." He gloated, earning a side eye from her.

 

 

 

"What? Am I not pretty?" He puckered his lips, trying to steal a kiss but it was more fun to reject him and make him work for it which he certainly was.

 

 

 

"Come here! Come here and give me a kiss!"

 

 

 

"No!" She giggled, moving her head around so he couldn't get too close even though she was on his lap.

 

 

 

He eventually gave up and instead crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring her because he was upset.

 

 

 

"Aw, are you mad at me? Come on I was just teasing." She said with a grin, pecking his nose a few times but he wouldn't budge.

 

 

 

"Jimin. Jimin. Jimin." She chanted, each time poking his cheek to accentuate her words.

 

 

 

He looked adorable all angry like this and it was obvious what he was doing. Jimin wasn't upset he just wanted her to touch him and give him attention. She knew what made him tick, so she leaned in against his lips and lowered her voice.

 

 

 

"Is Daddy mad at me?"

 

 

 

He broke from his stubbornness and captured her lips in a heated kiss, something stiff growing underneath her which she felt all too well through his basketball shorts.

 

 

 

"Easy baby. We gotta keep it PG." She reminded breathlessly before getting up from his lap, cackling to herself at how quickly he grabbed a towel to cover his lap.

 

 

 

"Daddy is being naughty." She said to her son, sitting beside him as he played with his beach toys, looking up at his mother curiously and making a noise of question.

 

 

 

"Yes, he is. Daddy's being bad." She whispered, her baby giggling and turning to where his father was and pointing.

 

 

 

"Dada bad! Bad dada!"

 

 

 

They giggled while her husband sat there and poked out his tongue at them, their baby boy standing once again and walking to his dad, both parents encouraging him as he did so.

 

 

 

"Good job baby! Woo!" Tala cheered, cooing at the sight of Kairo crawling into Jimin's lap to which he rubbed his back and kissed his nose, adjusting his bucket hat before his son decided to slide back down and play with his mama.

 

 

 

"Wa! Wa!" He bounced in place, pointing out at the sparkling blue water.

 

 

 

"Water? You wanna go in the water baby?" Tala asked, amazement written on her face from how smart Kairo was.

 

 

 

"Ya! Wawa!"

 

 

 

She glanced at her husband who was up and now shirtless, his toned body on display as he extended his hands for both of them to grab. 

 

 

 

"Let's go, baby juice."

 

 

 

The three of them walked out from under the umbrella, a breeze cooling them down as Kairo walked on his own, occasionally falling on his hands out of unsteadiness before he slowly got back up to try again.

 

 

 

"He's growing up so fast. I barely remember what he looked like when he was a newborn." Jimin said to his wife, their hands intertwined and their feet reaching the cold, muddy sand.

 

 

 

"He was such a good baby. We got lucky with him." She responded, although she couldn't remember anything from before today.

 

 

 

"I got lucky with you."

 

 

 

She turned to see him smiling at her, the two leaning in for a kiss before they were interrupted.

 

 

 

"Mama!" Kairo shouts, both of them worried by the sound only to laugh, seeing their baby boy run away from the water chasing him, his high-pitched screams only playful.

 

 

 

"Don't let it touch you!" Tala shouted back over the waves, laughing as he shuffled across the beach and screamed cutely whenever the water touched his feet.

 

 

 

"He's a drama queen just like his daddy." She snickered to her husband who huffed.

 

 

 

"I'm not a drama queen." He argued playfully, his hands on his hips and she laughed.

 

 

 

"You should see the way you look right now. Like a petulant child." She joked, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth.

 

 

 

"As if."

 

 

 

She grabbed one of his hands, the sun warming her back and she kissed his knuckles, knowing he always loved that and his sassy expression fell soft.

 

 

 

"I'm kinda hungry." She rubs her tummy, her face flushing with embarrassment because it wasn't long since they last ate.

 

 

 

"Good thing I made all our snacks yesterday. I knew my babies would get hungry." He turned fully to face her, his hands holding her cheeks and right on time, their son came trudging back.

 

 

 

"Dada! Food!" Kairo bounced, his little eyes squinting to see his much taller parents.

 

 

 

Jimin turned to his wife with a knowing look that she appreciated. "See?"

 

 

 

"Yeah, yeah. Alright snack time!"

 

 

 

"Ya!" Kairo sped off, stumbling and falling in the sand to which both of them made sure he was ok before he got up and continued running towards their umbrella unfazed.

 

 

 

The family sat in a circle as they all ate what he packed for them. Turns out the day before he was keeping her out of the kitchen because he was prepping their food as a surprise(which she obviously wouldn't remember but went along with it anyways). And yes he went all out with a charcuterie tray, a fruit wheel, sandwiches, and vegetables with dip.

 

 

 

"This is yummy. Thank you, angel." She pecked her husband's cheek gratefully, dipping a celery stick into the red pepper hummus he knew she liked.

 

 

 

"You're welcome, baby. I'm glad you guys are enjoying the snacks." He pinched his baby boy's cheek, cooing as his son ate crackers and cheese, stuffing chopped strawberries into his little mouth afterward.

 

 

 

"Slow down, baby juice." He reminded his son, not wanting him to choke and Kairo looked him dead in the face before rolling his eyes.

 

 

 

Tala watched the whole thing, her mouth dropping open since she'd never seen that before and Jimin shook his head, turning to her with a deadpan expression.

 

 

 

"You seeing this?" He pointed to his son who rocked side to side, eager to eat more strawberries and minding his own business.

 

 

 

His wife wheezed with laughter before shrugging. "He's your baby."

 

 

 

"Yours first!" He argued, earning a pointed look.

 

 

 

"Technically he was in you before me."

 

 

 

He opens his mouth to protest before contemplating what she said and making a noise of realization. "True."

 

 

 

"Mama! Berry!" Kairo reached towards his mom, a strawberry between his fingers and she happily ate it.

 

 

 

"Yummy! Thank you, baby!"

 

 

 

Her husband leaned down to their son, hoping to get one too. "Can daddy have one please?"

 

 

 

Kairo frowned, whirling his head back and forth to motion a 'no' before calling out to his mother.

 

 

 

He gave her another strawberry as Jimin sighed dramatically. "I guess my babies don't love me anymore."

 

 

 

"Oh, hush. Open." She grabbed a strawberry and popped it into his mouth, a happy look forming on his face as their son's hardened gaze fell onto his mom.

 

 

 

"What? Daddy is hungry." She says, chuckling at the grumpy look on her baby's face before he pays them no mind and instead is encapsulated by the purple grapes.

 

 

 

"Hm, daddy is very hungry." He grabs her by the shoulders and she squeals as he pins her down on the towel, his lips attacking hers.

 

 

 

"Baby! He's right there!" She giggles, his petal soft lips going down to her already marked neck.

 

 

 

"He's not paying any attention to us. Besides we're just kissing. Don't get your panties in a twist." He shot back, a flustered moan of annoyance leaving her.

 

 

 

"I'm technically not even wearing any since I'm in a bathing suit, punk." She retorted, and he took off his glasses, tossing them onto the chair so he could look at her and shake his head incredulously.

 

 

 

"You and your bratty mouth, woman. Something needs to be done about that." He answered calmly, kissing all over her heated face and she smiled sheepishly.

 

 

 

"It is our anniversary. You can remind me later tonight why I married you." She wiggled her eyebrows, a groan leaving him as he leaned back to sit where he was before.

 

 

 

"Wow. I guess after all this time I finally figured out why we're together huh?" He replied sarcastically, the both of them sharing a heated look before the baby interrupted.

 

 

 

"Milk mama! Milk!"

 

 

 

Jimin leaned his cheek against his palm, watching in amusement as she obeyed her son's wishes and he crawled to her.

 

 

 

"Did you bring some milk for him?" She asked, frowning when her husband shook his head.

 

 

 

"Shit. I forgot to make a bottle." He answered and she groaned, her son getting whiny in her lap.

 

 

 

"Babe there's packs in the freezer. Just boil it and-"

 

 

 

"I know but I brought his bottle with juice in it. He barely asks for milk anymore and he already had some this morning."

 

 

 

She huffed, eyes squinting as her son pulled her breast out and her husband's eyes fell to watch. "Oh yeah? Or did you do it on purpose to watch me breastfeed?"

 

 

 

"No, I didn't. But I do think it's sweet." He said with a warm gaze, scooting forward to cradle his son's head as he sucked on her nipple for sustenance.

 

 

 

The love in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss their baby's head made her heart swell. She couldn't even be frustrated about him not bringing the milk. He didn't need it anyways because a moment later he was begging for juice, and she tucks her exposed boob back into her bathing suit.

 

 

 

"Juice dada." He says, crawling on his hands and knees towards the cooler when he sees Jimin opening it.

 

 

 

"Here ya go baby juice." He hands the boy his bottle which he sits and drinks, wiggling in place while staring out at the sea beyond.

 

 

 

"Hey love, wanna drink?" He asks, her gaze shifting from Kairo to the prebiotic soda in his hand outstretched for her to take.

 

 

 

"Oh yeah, thanks. This is my favorite." She comments, pulling the tab to open the can and take a sip of the root beer.

 

 

 

"I know." He says under his breath with a smile, grabbing one and opening it.

 

 

 

They stay for a while longer, all of them getting into the water together. Jimin and Kairo played in the muddy sand near the shoreline so she took pictures of them on her husband's phone, finding it adorable how their son tried to bury himself in the sand with his baby shovel. They dug up a few sand crabs that tickled their hands as they held them, Kairo squealing in pure joy from his discovery of the small creatures. 

 

 

 

It was getting later, the sun started to go down since they'd been at the beach all day. Time flew by but she wasn't sad when they had to leave and go back home. Taking showers and washing away all the sand was adventurous enough. Once they settled in for the night, Kairo falling asleep in his crib as soon as he was done with his bath, they made their way into the bedroom.

 

 

 

"I had fun today." She told her husband, holding his hand with an easygoing smile on her face.

 

 

 

"I know it wasn't much but I wanted us to do something together as a family. To celebrate us and what we have." He said while leading her into the bathroom, flicking on the light.

 

 

 

She watched him turn on the shower, gathering towels to hang up on the handle for when they were done. 

 

 

 

After a moment she responds thoughtfully, watching as he undresses. "It was everything to me. I loved my gift."

 

 

 

He cocked his head in question, now only in his shorts. "Your gift?"

 

 

 

She smiled gently. "Yeah. You and him. Those are the gifts you've given me and I don't take them for granted. I love you both with all of my heart."

 

 

 

Jimin takes a step forward, capturing her face in his hands to kiss her deeply from the heartfelt confession.

 

 

 

"You've given me everything I've ever wanted. A happy family." She continued, a chuckle leaving him at the look on her face.

 

 

 

"God, I love it when you're sentimental. You're the best wife anyone could ever ask for. Absolutely perfect." He punctuates his statement with another heated kiss to which she groans in disagreement, rubbing her soft stomach.

 

 

 

"I wouldn't say perfect. I should probably lose a few pounds." She said sadly, feeling insecure now that she's seeing how he's stayed fit regardless of them having a kid.

 

 

 

"Uh uh. Don't do that", he shook his head, expression morphing into seriousness, "You carried my baby for 9 months and I'm not expecting you to look a certain way. Your body has changed and it's beautiful. I love it."

 

 

 

"You sure?" She asks, pursing her lips with guilt in her eyes and he frowns.

 

 

 

"Baby come on. Look at yourself." He moves her body to face the mirror stretched above the bathroom counter, his chest pressing against her back.

 

 

 

"You've got the prettiest eyes." He said, guiding his hand to hold her neck which flared heat in the pool of her stomach.

 

 

 

"Your skin is so soft." He mumbled against the back of her neck, his fingers sliding to remove the straps of her bathing suit.

 

 

 

"You know I love these." A chuckle resounds in her ear, palms sliding the material down her chest where he squeezes gently before dragging it to her hips. 

 

 

 

He finally tugged the bathing suit off completely so it fell and pooled around her ankles. His hands caressed her sides before holding her breasts in his hands, her nipples hardened by the cold air and she gasped from the sudden rush coursing through her veins when he nudged them.

 

 

 

"Every single part of you is sacred to me." He ghosted his fingers down to touch her stomach, her head moving to the side to look at him.

 

 

 

"Nothing makes me happier than knowing that my wife carried our son in her body. You and I made the most beautiful boy I could ever dream of. He's the best of both of us. He's you and me and it breaks my heart to hear you talk about yourself like this. You are perfect in my eyes, Tala."

 

 

 

He brought tears to her eyes, her naked body now molded with his as she hugged him like he would soon disappear. He never failed to make her feel like the only girl in the world. The only one who mattered.

 

 

 

"I love you. Too much." She squeezed him, his heart thumping in her ears much like hers did.

 

 

 

"I love you, my sun and stars." He pecked the top of her head, grimacing at the harsh smell of sunscreen.

 

 

 

"Alright we're wasting water." He playfully nudged, a chuckle leaving her and finally she let go so he could wipe her tears and smack her ass while she went to get in the shower.

 

 

 

They took their time washing each other up, her getting out first since he wanted to stay in the hot water a bit longer. She didn't bother wearing much to bed, slipping on her robe from earlier after drying her hair and lathering herself in scented body oil. Her heart raced when she heard the shower turn off, the dim lamp adding a romantic feel to the room much like the red sheets did.

 

 

 

She sunk into them, her blood pulsing with anticipation she could feel between her thighs. While she waited for him to finish up, she grabbed the baby monitor from the nightstand and watched with a fond smile as Kairo slept peacefully in his crib.

 

 

 

"Is he doing ok?"

 

 

 

Turning to see her husband emerge from the bathroom with damp hair and only boxers, she nods and puts the device back down once he slides into bed next to her.

 

 

 

"Yeah. Out like a light."

 

 

 

Jimin chuckled, resting his arm over his face and she pounced on him the first chance she got. Not literally but you get the gist of how things started. She was getting slightly impatient with him just laying there, his toned body exposed for her eyes to feast on. He was probably tired but she knew him well enough to know how easy it was to get him going.

 

 

 

"Hey, angel? I have an anniversary gift for you." She said while climbing on top of him, his arms moving underneath his head to prop himself up, a lazy smirk on his face.

 

 

 

"Oh yeah? What's that?" He mused.

 

 

 

She contemplated for a moment, running her blood-red nails across his abs before tugging at the band of his boxers, letting go so they smacked against his skin.

 

 

"Do you think it's the right time?" She mumbled, avoiding his eyes as embarrassment crept up her neck and face in a flush.

 

 

 

"Right time for what?" His face contorted quizzically, and although she didn't see she could hear it in his voice that he was intrigued.

 

 

 

"Another baby."

 

 

 

The room suddenly swells with tension, and she's finally brave enough to meet his eyes and see the serious expression he wears, his attention falling to the middle of her chest which started to peak out from the robe slipping open.

 

 

 

"Are you serious?" His gaze flickered to her lips before settling on her eyes.

 

 

 

"Yeah." She whispered, fingers dancing across his skin and his lack of response had her feeling unsure of what she was asking for.

 

 

 

"Sorry to spring this on you like this. I just thought-"

 

 

 

"Let's do it." He interrupted quickly, gleaming with eagerness and she cracked a smile.

 

 

 

"Yeah? Really?"

 

 

 

"Absolutely. You want another baby?" He asked, earning an enthusiastic nod from her and she yelped in surprise when he flipped her on her back, now in between her legs.

 

 

 

"You know I'll give you whatever you want", he leaned down, pulling at her lip before letting go, "Just say the word."

 

 

 

"Please."

 

 

 

"Please what?" He licked the side of her neck, rock hard with adrenaline rushing through his veins at the prospect of what she was asking for.

 

 

 

"Please put a baby in me." She whined, her body burning for relief which he gives her immediately, his fingers gripping her waist while he sucks on her nipples.

 

 

 

"W-wait what if milk comes out." She stuttered, trying to push him away and he let go for a moment, his lips glossed with saliva and eyes lustful.

 

 

 

"You're acting as if we haven't done this before, love. It's my thing remember?" He grinned.

 

 

 

"Right." She nervously chuckled, allowing him to continue what he was doing.

 

 

 

Pure, hot pleasure ran down her spine and flooded between her thighs. She was soaked and lifting her hips in search for more before he stopped. Her eyes flutter open, a moan of disappointment leaving her lips and before she can question him he answers.

 

 

 

"Hey, I know this is a bad time but...I have a gift for you. An actual gift." He said, and she huffed impatiently.

 

 

 

"It can't wait?"

 

 

 

She sees the look on his face and instantly regrets her tone, softening her voice and expression. "Go ahead."

 

 

 

He nods eagerly and moves to get something from the closet. He takes out a golden box and sits beside her as she lifts the top to reveal a beating, bleeding heart. Her body freezes and she screams in pure terror, picking the organ up in her trembling hand, the pulsing causing her to feel squeamish and let it fall back into the box, her stomach stirring with a sick feeling. In disbelief, she whips her head in Jimin's direction and an agonizing cry rips through her throat when she sees him looking at her in confusion, a hole in his chest where his heart should be.

 

 

 

"What's wrong? I thought that's what you wanted?"

 

 

 

She tossed the box off her lap and scrambled away, limbs heaving as she struggled to move then fell out of bed, her skull colliding with the floor and in a flash, she was awake and in a hospital room.

 

 

 

The foul stench of sickness assaults her senses, confusion taking hold of her as she stands to see she's right back where she was in the beginning with Jimin lying cold a few feet away from her. Her entire body trembles with disbelief, her heart thudding anxiously. 

 

 

 

"I need to get out of here."

Chapter 26

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fading out has always been her way of life. She was a lonely heart and turned stranger to herself for a while. She was losing control, doubting every move she made, every interaction. Luckily she managed to call out of work temporarily until she got back on her own two feet. The school seemed to not have any problem with her taking time off considering how long she's worked there and the flexibility available to her.

 

 

 

She wasn't strong enough to teach her class when she felt like she didn't know anything anymore. Everything was wrong, everything turned out to be a lie, and she didn't want to have a mental breakdown and embarrass herself in front of her students. She couldn't face them and see nothing but blood, wondering when the next one would get killed if they got too close.

 

 

 

Seokjin called her a few times but she turned off her notifications so she wouldn't hear it. She thought he was blocked but he wasn't. When Jimin said he didn't want him around her she made sure to deliver that message loud and clear to her long-time friend and colleague. Naturally, he fought back, questioning her change of heart but in the end he walked away as she asked.

 

 

 

Now he must be worried considering she didn't appear at school the past few days, and lucky for her she was pardoned since it was deemed an emergency. Once she explained the situation everything was taken care of. She had some time to recover, figuring that was the only thing smart for her to do in the meantime. 

 

 

 

Detective Pierce made a few appearances considering the victim in his most recent case was a student of hers. She didn't say much, she couldn't find words and wanted to be alone so he took that as a sign to back off for a while. It didn't seem like she'd be helpful in Taehyung's case regardless. There's no way she knew anything about it that would find his killer. Not to him at least. 

 

 

 

Her old friend continued to blow up her phone, even somehow finding out where she lived and trying to see her. Her neighbors complained about the noise so he eventually stopped showing up. She didn't have the heart to block him, it was nice to be worried about, but all she could think about was him. Jimin.

 

 

 

He was stuck in a coma and she visited every day like clockwork. Weeks passed and she still didn't feel normal. Not when she had to ignore Seokjin or pretend like she didn't hallucinate Taehyung and Jimin laughing together in their usual seats which remained empty. It was a struggle getting up in the morning.

 

 

 

Tala didn't look like herself because she wasn't. A piece of her was gone and there wasn't a single thing she could do but put on a face and do what she did best. Teach. The passion for it was dull, nothing seemed worth it anymore. Food was more a necessity rather than a pleasure, every movie or show she tried to watch was boring and wouldn't keep her attention for more than five minutes.

 

 

 

Life was in greyscale and everything was cold. When she crawls into her bed, the scent of him has vanished and she finds herself searching for it wherever she goes, hoping that he'll magically appear and she can sink into his arms, smelling him for the first time in a long time. She missed him in ways she didn't know she'd ever suffer from.

 

 

 

The feeling of his lip ring against her mouth when they'd kiss, his nose nudging against hers like a puppy, his warmth, his thoughtfulness, and everything else that made him Jimin. She reminisced those pretty moon eyes of his gleaming in the light, his skin glowing like the angel he was. 

 

 

 

He's fading away when he used to be on fire, having flown too close to the sun and now his wings are melting. He was the air she breathed, every moment without him pure agony. Some days she woke up before work and sobbed in the shower for a while, scolding hot water pouring over her skin to fill the void he left behind.

 

 

 

When she got home it was the same. She forced dinner down her throat, gagging every once and a while and resisting the urge to puke it all up before standing under the steamy water until she couldn't bear it any longer and dragged herself out. Her caffeine intake had almost tripled, the simple dark roast and light cream coffee she had in the mornings not satiating her body's need for something stronger.

 

 

 

She switched to triple shots of espresso, adding sugary syrups and milk so her energy would last through the day. Everything has changed, nothing was in its right place, and the world continued spinning. He looked a little more grey each time she visited, begging the doctors to do something when it was out of their hands. She was racing against time, hoping she'd win and he'd wake up.

 

 

 

The most terrifying part was the dreams. Once she was able to fall asleep, she'd get lost in what she thought was reality when it wasn't anywhere close to it. It was the only time she had what she wanted, wishing to sleep all day and all night to live in a world that didn't exist. A world where she had her perfect family, a place where nothing could harm her husband and the son she could never have.

 

 

 

It was too good to be true but she blinded herself willingly, allowing herself to cope in some ways rather than wallowing in a hole and losing her will to live. An awful thing to admit for sure but the only reason why she got out of bed in the morning was to go to work and visit him in the hospital with the offset chance of him waiting for her, color back on his face, and a warm smile to bring her back to life.

 

 

 

Tala was never religious but she prayed every night, hoping she'd get an answer, hoping to see a sign that everything would be ok as long as she waited. No matter how bad it looked she could never give up on him. Even if the entire world was against her she would turn her back on everyone for him. 

 

 

 

She knew that if they had switched places Jimin would be there watching over her as much as he could. He would argue with everyone and stand by her side even if she wasn't awake to see it. Their love felt glorious and too good to be free. It was worth fighting for even if sometimes she'd look in the mirror and see herself slowly withering away.

 

 

 

Jimin needed her now more than ever. She was there in time to save him and that means something. It has to. He was fighting too, he was still alive even if he was trapped in a coma. It started to look better and better every day, her heart soaring in graciousness when the doctor said his condition was vastly improving. A breath of fresh air was taken by her lungs for the first time in forever.

 

 

 

The sun was brighter today when she went home after talking to him for a while. Of course, he couldn't talk back but it was enough to know that he could hear her. His mind kept him trapped where he didn't belong. She knows that he has all the weapons he needs to fight, but considering his suicide attempt, a thought lingered in the back of her mind. What would happen once he awakened? Would he be regretful of his decision? Would he try again?

 

 

 

The questions did nothing but spike her anxiety so she took a long hot shower to calm her nerves, the pattering of water against the tile blocking any more overthinking from happening in her brain. For a moment she was soothed until she got dressed and sat in her living room, staring at the wall too long to be normal.

 

 

 

Her phone buzzed next to her on the couch and it was a notification from the Photos app. She clicked on it to see memories of them playing in a slideshow. It brings tears to her eyes, to see all the pictures of him and her together. They were opposites yet somehow got along so well you'd never suspect their differing personalities.

 

 

 

Every little thing bothered her whereas he lived life with no regrets and giving no fucks. They found comfort in each other at the darkest of times and the nostalgia hits her chest like a thousand bricks. She exits the slideshow and instead scrolls down to view the videos she has. Seeing that most of them had his face splayed as the cover, her lips unconsciously pulled into a smile.

 

 

 

The first one was a video of them when they first met taking shots at a club, her laughing at the silly grimace on his face before he ended it. Her thumb flicked across the screen to see the next one which was her cooking in the kitchen as he recorded himself dancing to Poison by Bell Biv DeVoe with her at the stove stirring food.

 

 

 

She nods her head to the music he played from his mini speaker, swaying her body with the beat as he came up behind her and did the same while singing, falling into giggles when she bumped him with her butt to move away. He came towards the camera and ended it there. She remembers it like yesterday, something so small but it meant the world to her. 

 

 

 

The third video was of him in her bed, his toned arms and upper body peeking out from the red sheets as be ruffled his bed hair, mumbling under his breath while he adjusted her phone to sit up on the nightstand facing him. 

 

 

 

He laid back down, and the camera zoomed in on his ethereal side profile, making her heart twist with longing. Tears built up in her eyes when she heard him start singing, the melodic sound of his voice triggering more memories to swirl around her mind, each lyric he sang twisting her stomach. 

 

 

 

You're just like an angel

 

Your skin makes me cry

 

You float like a feather

 

In a beautiful world

 

I wish I was special

 

You're so fucking special

 

 

 

He chuckled, running a hand down his face before turning towards the camera, his eyes making her feel as if he was there looking at her in real-time.

 

 

 

"I love you." He squeaked out, hiding cutely under the comforter before peeking his head out, laughing to himself as she sobbed on the other side.

 

 

 

A loud knock resonated throughout her apartment, the sudden sound making her heart pick up as she set her phone down with a sniffle.

 

 

 

"Coming!" She said as she approached her door, unlocking it and twisting the doorknob.

 

 

 

"Hey Tala. You have a moment?"

 

 

 

It was Detective Pierce and she let him in seeing as they had gotten somewhat acquainted over time considering the odd situations she was indirectly involved in.

 

 

 

"Hey, detective. What can I help you with?" She questioned, curious as to why he made a trip here when he could be doing much more useful things with his time.

 

 

 

He walked in, taking a brief look around the place before sitting down at the dining table where she was.

 

 

 

"Look it's been a while since you and I talked about Taehyung. Last time we saw each other you weren't altogether." He voices sympathetically, wondering if with time she had gotten better.

 

 

 

"To be completely honest I don't remember much. I was too..."

 

 

 

She sighed heavily, rubbing away the tension in her forehead. "It doesn't matter. I don't know anything helpful about Taehyung or what might've happened to him. He was my student, yes and I did know him but not that well."

 

 

 

"And what about Park Jimin?" He leaned back in the chair, smoothing down his tie and folding his hands in his lap as he searched her eyes for answers.

 

 

 

She simply blinked, showing no reaction to that even if on the inside she was drowning with worry. Park Jimin? How did he know about him? Was there evidence? Was he a suspect? The lack of response urged him to continue, disliking the tense silence between them.

 

 

 

"I asked around campus and everyone said Jimin was his best friend and always by his side. It came as a shock to see that he was admitted to the hospital for a suicide attempt and has been stuck in a coma ever since. But you knew that already didn't you?"

 

 

 

She gulps thickly, unable to respond and luckily he keeps talking long enough to give her time to think about what to say, how to steer him clear of her and Jimin. She has to do what she has to do, wanting nothing more than for Detective Pierce to be convinced and look the other way.

 

 

 

"I asked his doctor about his condition and he told me you found him in the bathtub unconscious and bleeding. He said you've visited every day since he was admitted." He smiled.

 

 

 

"He's your student just like Taehyung was. I figured he might've hurt himself once he saw the news about his friend. Interesting how you were somehow there just in time to save him. Care to explain how you end up in these sticky situations Tala? Somehow by mistake, I'm hoping?"

 

 

 

Here it was. She inhaled deeply, looking down at her lap before relaxing in her chair and maintaining eye contact with the detective who built skepticism in his gaze. He wasn't very intimidating and for some reason it was easy to talk to him. Like he was smart enough to understand the bigger picture instead of making baseless assumptions, allowing her the chance to explain her side of things.

 

 

 

"It looks bad. I know it does. I was close with Jimin and Taehyung. More so Jimin. He was an exceptional student which I'm sure you've heard. Seeing how passionate he was about his work made me feel appreciated as his teacher." Her gaze softened, reminiscing the simpler days when instead of finding ways to forgive him for murder, they worried about not getting caught in her office.

 

 

 

"He put in the most effort, he always participated in class, and he and I sort of formed a bond over time. He was such a sweet kid. Infectious I'd say. As someone who always wanted kids, I found it in my heart to treat him like my own."

 

 

 

"He had a lot of family issues and struggled with his mental health. He's one of the top students at our university so I could only imagine the pressure he was under. He would come to me after class and we'd talk about things. He'd let me into his mind and I'd give him advice. I gave him my number in case he wanted to talk outside of school and we often did."

 

 

 

To make her story more believable, she triggers some tears and he looks at her like he believes her, asking her if she's ok and she nods with her hand up, telling him that she's stable enough to continue after that moment she had.

 

 

 

"He was like a son to me. He was so precious, so kind, and he didn't deserve this. Taehyung was his best friend, he was everything to him and he was murdered." She sobs, feeling her real emotions come through and crawl their way up her throat.

 

 

 

"Jimin lost his way. He started drinking heavily and he called me. He left this daunting message and I knew...I knew in my heart what he was going to do. I had his address on file and I drove as fast as I could. When I found him he was..."

 

 

 

She momentarily stops, unable to get a grip on herself as she reminisces the agony she went through seeing him like that. It was something she didn't wish to relive and the detective stands to comfort her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry, Tala. I know this must be hard for you. Thank you for your time. If there's anything else give me a call." He concluded, getting what he needed, and before he made his way to the door, his phone rang.

 

 

 

He stops where he is to answer, the phone against his ear. "Hello, this is Detective Pierce."

 

 

 

Whatever voice muffled on the other side makes him turn in her direction, a surprised look washing over his usually composed features, and her heart trips as he shakes his head before responding to the caller.

 

 

 

"We're on it. Thank you."

 

 

 

"What's wrong? Is it Jimin?" She sniffled, and the worry in his eyes was enough to have her standing to her feet, anticipating his response.

 

 

 

"He disappeared. He left the hospital."

 

 

 

Those words crash down on her like a tidal wave, panic swelling in her chest and she moves towards the door before he stands in her way to stop her. He couldn't trust that she was in a good state to be out in public considering what he's heard from the doctor about her grief.

 

 

 

"I need you to stay calm and stay put." He firmly instructs, a frown forming instantly at his demand.

 

 

 

"He's out there alone. He's not safe I have to find him. He needs me." She moves again and he blocks her with his hand.

 

 

 

"Please. Let me handle this. I'll find him and make sure he's safe. You've been through enough."

 

 

 

With a heavy sigh, she nods skeptically and backs off, him returning the gesture to assure her that he'll do what he can before quickly leaving. She starts breathing heavily, the apartment spinning in her vision before she stumbles to the kitchen counter, gripping the edge to pull herself together.

 

 

 

"God, Jimin. What are you thinking?"

Chapter 27

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sitting impatiently on her couch for what felt like hours, she suddenly gets a call from a random number she doesn't recognize. She would've known if it was Detective Pierce considering she had his number saved so who could be calling? 

 

 

 

"Hello?" She answered, hearing a gentle voice on the other side of the line.

 

 

 

"Hello? Is this Tala Martinez?"

 

 

 

She frowned, her heart never ceasing from its pounding. "Yes? Who's calling?"

 

 

 

"It's about Jimin. I know what happened." The woman said, and Tala perked up.

 

 

 

"Jimin? How do you know him? Who is this?" She questions.

 

 

 

"Look I'd rather not talk about this over the phone. We need to meet up. You need to know the truth." Her voice holds such melancholy and it does nothing but push Tala past the line of patience.

 

 

 

"Who is this?" Tala asked more demandingly.

 

 

 

"I'm Park Jina. Jimin's twin sister."

 

 

 

Her breath hitched in disbelief, and both ends of the phone were silent for a long moment before Tala finally responded. "Is it really you?"

 

 

 

The woman answered. "Yes. I won't say any more until we meet. But I've come here to find him and I have. I'm worried about your safety."

 

 

 

"How did you find us?" She whispered, still high-strung by the fact that she was supposedly talking to her lover's long-lost twin.

 

 

 

She dismisses the question and further presses the urgency to speak in person considering the situation at hand. "Meet me at Riverside Park. There's a bench near the water hidden in-between the trees. I'll be waiting for you."

 

 

 

With that, the mysterious woman hung up. Tala was of course skeptical, wondering if she should even risk going into this blindly. She didn't have much to lose at this point. Jimin was an escapee and the police were now looking for him. Not just because he left for the hospital but because he was closest to a murder victim and has yet to be questioned. 

 

 

 

She wished she wasn't the type of person to worry about every little thing but unfortunately she was. She wondered why Jimin would leave, what he was doing, and if maybe he disappeared for a reason. The possibility of him not wanting to be found scares her more than anything. Right now she needs answers, she needs to know the truth about the man she fell in love with. 

 

 

 

Whatever courage she had buried inside of her, in these stressful times, she found it and wore it with confidence. She wasn't going to give up on him no matter how messy the situation was. The police are involved and she needs to find him before they do.

 

 

 

After grabbing her keys and phone, she slips in her shoes and heads out to the park to find Jina. She sits in her car for a few minutes, contemplating whether she's ready to face his past head-on or run away. Sometimes things should be left unknown but she knows better than to think that way. Secrets can get you killed. Taehyung and his boxy smile appear in her mind in a flash, like a reminder as to why she's doing this.

 

 

 

Tala took a few deep breaths as she walked the trail, the gentle sound of the water easing her nerves. She spots a black bench between a thicket  of trees near the edge of the shoreline, a woman with black hair dressed in a long baby pink peacoat gaining her attention. From the side profile alone she knows it has to be his twin. It staggers her heart as she stands there for a moment observing her in disbelief.

 

 

 

"Jina?" She called out, standing close to the woman who gazes out at the water longingly, her head slowly turning to face a stranger.

 

 

 

"Tala." She simply responds, turning her head back to gaze at the land across the expanse of water stretching for miles.

 

 

 

She takes her calm silence as a sign to sit next to her. She feels oddly comfortable in her presence and it has her heart aching as she takes in her appearance. Moon eyes, hollow cheeks, and full lips. Hauntingly beautiful just like him. A broken angel. A woman who's seen far too much.

 

 

 

"Why did you call me?" Tala finally asked, staring out at the world beyond just as the stranger beside her did, the sun slowly descending with the ethereal glow reflecting on their skin.

 

 

 

"When I found Jimin I found you. I didn't think my brother would ever fall in love. But he did. It scares me more than you can know."

 

 

 

Tala understands that fear all too well. The fear of loving someone as broken as him. She didn't mind it one bit because she knew she was just the same. That's why she couldn't let him go. No one loved all the damaged parts of her like he did. That so fearlessly. 

 

 

 

"He's not a bad person." She whispers, hoping that Jina would feel and understand in some way why she can't leave.

 

 

 

They lock eyes for a few heavy moments. She sees so much of Jimin and it has her stomach churning. She was so young but she held a maturity that could only be the result of trauma.

 

 

 

"He's worse. He's a man who will do anything for someone he loves. Even if it breaks them."

 

 

 

Jina's expression was so empty and the hairs on the back of Tala's neck stood. She had such an eerie vibe, an aura she couldn't quite place along the lines of a living person. It was like she was a glass doll. Delicate and innocent but easily breakable, hiding secrets underneath that porcelain skin.

 

 

 

"He's done things. He's made mistakes and I forgive him for that." Tala says.

 

 

 

"He doesn't see them as mistakes. He never regrets anything because he thinks he's always right." Jina explained with no real bite to her words.

 

 

 

"He loves me." The older woman responded with no hesitation or doubt in her voice.

 

 

 

A bitter smile creeps onto his twin's face that unnerves her. "And you'll die because of it. I already have."

 

 

 

"What did he do to you?" She asked, scooting closer to Jina in hopes of comforting her even when she held such fear in her eyes.

 

 

 

The shell of a woman stared down at the green grass below them, the warm air gusting some pieces of short hair across her face. Memories spilled into her mind, the pain crawling in her skin like spiders she couldn't shake off, their bites sinking deeply with a throbbing ache.

 

 

 

"Has he told you anything about me?" She asked, expecting Tala to say no and doesn't show the surprise on her face when she got an unexpected answer.

 

 

 

"Yes actually. He always avoided the topic of his family and past but eventually he told me what happened and why he moved here."

 

 

 

Jina shook her head doubtfully. "If he told you the truth you would've left. You should've."

 

 

 

Tensions between them start rising as everything unfolds. The confused look on Tala's face tells Jina everything she needs to know. He didn't tell her everything. There was so much kept in the dark and Jina was the only one who could shine the light on it.

 

 

 

"The truth? He said you both were born into a difficult family and he rebelled. He left once he was 18 to escape his parents even if that meant leaving you behind. He said you didn't accept him for who he was."

 

 

 

Jimin's twin shook her head aggressively, the past coming back to haunt her. "No. He lied to you. That's not all that happened."

 

 

 

Tala gulped thickly, expecting the worst and she wore a sympathetic expression. She could see how unwell Jina was and felt bad for bringing everything up even if she was the one who called her first. She can't even imagine how hard this is for her. She's his sister. His twin. His other half.

 

 

 

"He was much worse than he let on. I loved my brother, I did with all of my heart. He and I did everything together but once we got older it got worse. So much worse." Her voice trembles, tears building in her unsteady eyes.

 

 

 

"Jimin was a bully. He'd hurt kids in school, get into fights, and terrorize people just for the fun of it. He got into it with bad men and ended up joining a gang to run drugs. He killed people and was smart enough to get away with everything. He caused so much trouble that my parents put him in an institution."

 

 

 

Jina sniffled, turning to see how horrified Tala was. "I don't know what happened to him in there but he wasn't the same. He wasn't my brother. It's like he was somebody else entirely. He escaped and when he came back home he knocked me out and set our house on fire while our parents slept."

 

 

 

Tala's mouth ran dry and she couldn't find words to respond. Jimin's past was much more sinister than he had originally let on and hearing this from somebody else about her lover, his sister at that felt like her heart was being crushed slowly.

 

 

 

"I woke up at my aunt's place. He didn't want to hurt me but he did. He left me alone, an orphan, and even if our parents were terrible they were something. They were all I had that was close enough to him and he took that away from me." Her tone grows bitter and her gaze sharpens much like his always did.

 

 

 

The similarities between the two sent a chill down her spine, especially the look Jina gave her. The fear shook her to the core. She still wasn't afraid of him, in her mind she continued to make excuses for him being the way he was. In her eyes, it was never his fault.

 

 

 

"My love for Jimin has long turned sour. I needed to find him and it took me so long but I finally have. I can't let you be a part of this. I can't let someone else be destroyed by him. He's a killer."

 

 

 

"He killed for you. He wanted you to be free of your parents. They were holding you back. They hurt you both and God only knows what happened to him in that place." Tala said, a bit breathless from all the emotion she was feeling.

 

 

 

Jina's gaze morphed with hopelessness. "You still don't get it? Do you? His love will destroy you. It destroyed me and I'll never be the same. I'll never forget the monster I saw that night."

 

 

 

"That's the monster your parents made. That's the monster you made", she continued to argue, "You let them take him away. You weren't there for him as a sister. As a twin. You let him rot in a lonely place and that's what made him go insane."

 

 

 

His twin shook her head in disappointment, her solemn expression twinging Tala's heart. "It's too late for you. Don't you see what he's done? You've fallen for him and it's not that you can't get back up again. You choose not to. You've chosen him even though he's the one who broke you."

 

 

 

"No, he didn't. He saved me." She rebutted, her tone defensive and heated, her true colors finally showing and Jina saw the monster in her that her brother created.

 

 

 

"I was nothing before him. I was stuck in a life-sucking marriage with a man I thought I loved. I didn't know anything before I met Jimin. He gave me a life worth living. He made me feel." She explained, wantinh to push through and make his sister see that he wasn't as horrible as she made him out to be.

 

 

 

"He's made his mistakes but in the end it's all for us. He loves you. I know deep down some part of him still does. You can come back, Jina. We all get to come back. You two can be family again." She grabbed her cold hand, providing a warmth Jina hadn't felt in so long, stray tears rolling down her cheeks.

 

 

 

"No. I can't. My brother died years ago, Tala. He died in that mental hospital and something else came back out. How is it that even after he's hurt and killed so many people you can still make excuses for him?" She exasperatedly asked.

 

 

 

Tala grew a small smile on her face. "Because I love him and I know him. He does what he has to do and I trust him to make his own decisions. He's done so much for me and he's risked everything to be with me. This love that we have is real, and it is scary, but I'm not letting go. It's all I have."

 

 

 

Jina sighed heavily, closing her eyes as her hair tickled her face due to the wind. "Tala, please. Listen to me. It's not worth it. You can't love a killer."

 

 

 

"I can and I will." She responded with confidence which made Jina's already broken heart drop to the floor.

 

 

 

"What does he have to do to make you wake up? Huh? Who does he have to kill for you to realize he's insane?" The twin asked, eyes searching for any signs of doubt but started to realize everything was for naught.

 

 

 

Tala loved Jimin in a way she couldn't comprehend. She loved all the parts of what made him and Jina starts to question whether she's always been such a hopeless romantic or if he's driven her to the edge of sanity. It wasn't normal but she was far too blinded by love to see anything else that wasn't him. 

 

 

 

"I'll love him no matter what he does because that's what he needs. That's what he wants. I love him too much to leave." She responded softly.

 

 

 

Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out, her heart cartwheeling in her chest when she saw a new message from Jimin. Jina looked at Tala sympathetically who stared at her phone in both relief and uncertainty. Was she dreaming? Was this another hallucination?

 

 

 

' Meet me at our special place. We need to talk'

 

 

 

She sends a short message in response to let him know she's on her way. Looking back up at Jina, her attention focuses on the woman next to her who now stares at the grass once again with guilt in her eyes. There's no bringing her back. There's nothing she can do to save Tala and all she wants to do is forget any of this happened and move far away from him so there's no chance he'd come after her. Jina wanted to find him because deep down there was still love there, but now that it's taken her this long to become somewhat stable again, seeing Tala is a reminder as to why she can't go back. 

 

 

 

"Jina. He can love you again. I know he can." She puts a gentle hand on the woman's shoulder, feeling how frail she is before she stands up and turns with a blank expression.

 

 

 

"His love is poison to me. It belongs to you now."

 

 

 

"Jina wait!" Tala calls out, expecting to stop her but she doesn't.

 

 

 

She watches the pink peacoat fade away and soon disappear down the trail. Even knowing the full truth now she rushes to Jimin with zero hesitation, worried that he's hurt himself more than he already has. Jina only proved that in a way Jimin was right. She did abandon him.

 

 

 

She didn't fight her parents or try to save him when he was locked up in the loony bin and driven to the point of insanity. He must've felt so alone, terrified of being in a place like that. Just imagining how it was for him has tears rolling down her face. She promises not to leave him. She can't let him suffer like that ever again.

 

 

 

The mountains surround her, the sun starting to set now and she can see the stars fading in through the sky as the light disappears. At the top of the cliff, she spots his vehicle and parks next to it, rushing out of the car to see the horizon blanketed with hues of pink, orange, and purple. The sight alone takes her breath away before she turns to see her fallen angel lying against the tree, his wings burned off.

Chapter 28

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You came." He said, voice raspy and he opened his eyes to take in the sight of her.

 

 

 

He'd been gone for so long and seeing her again had him tearing up. For weeks he had been stuck in an endless nightmare, so cold to the point where he couldn't feel his skin. There was no warmth and no happiness since he had been locked away in his mind. He thought he was losing it and he knows now what he has to do to love her.

 

 

 

"You called." She whispered, a few tears spilling from her eyes that she didn't bother wiping.

 

 

 

He glowed in the sun but the light in his eyes was gone and replaced with despair. His melancholic expression wilted the little bit of hope she had for normalcy. She felt it in the pit of her gut. This was nearing the end. She was a fool to think something as good as this could last.

 

 

 

"We can't go back." He said contemplatively, one leg propped up to support his bandaged arm, the other outstretched into the grass.

 

 

 

"We don't have to. We can move forward. Forget about all this." She suggested, wishing he'd take the bait.

 

 

 

He shook his head and the weight of the world plummeted onto her shoulders. She didn't know what was happening right now, she was in such disbelief that they were stuck in this situation and couldn't fathom the inevitable truth. 

 

 

 

"No, we can't Tala. I've had time to think about the things I've done. I can't and I won't change. I love you dangerously and I'm going to keep hurting you because that's what I do. That's how I love."

 

 

 

She took a few steps towards him, the heat of the sun against her back as she stood over him. He keeps his tired gaze on the sun, watching as it descends over the horizon, the trees like a sea of green blowing in the wind. 

 

 

 

The air around them is thick and every moment of silence between them feels torturous. He can read her like an open book, her eyes telling stories that will forever be burned in his memory. She was different and he was too. Maybe too different to be like how they were before.

 

 

 

"Goddamn you." She bites back, the bitterness in her voice like poison to his frail heart.

 

 

 

"After all we've been through you're willing to give up so easily on me? On us? Fucking look at me you coward!"

 

 

 

Her harsh words draw his attention back to her, his gaze locked with hers as she battles him. He's weak but he's terrified of hurting her again so he finds it in himself to fight back. Even if she hates him for it. He needs her to understand. The fog has cleared and he can't do this anymore. He can't hurt her and this was his chance to make things right.

 

 

 

"Why Jimin? Why would you do it?" She asked brokenly, begging him for a reasonable explanation.

 

 

 

"You know why." He replied monotonously, blinking slowly as his heart thudded heavily against his ribcage, his entire body pulsing from the pain.

 

 

 

"That's not good enough", she argued, urging him for more, "Jimin I thought you were dead."

 

 

 

Tala breaks out into a sob and falls to her knees, her body heavy with exhaustion which he can practically feel in his bones. He wants to reach out but he can't. He refrains himself. He thought it would be easy but seeing her in the flesh after weeks of isolation in the deepest, darkest corners of his mind was like the kiss of life. It made him feel too much.

 

 

 

"I felt like I was dying with you. Seeing you like that...my God Jimin I was so fucking scared. I was losing you and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. Do you know what that feels like Jimin? To hold the person you love most in your arms and pray to God that they come back? I begged for your life and you don't even want it."

 

 

 

Jimin's jaw tightens, his eyes glistening as he looks away briefly sniffling. It seems like a sign that she's getting through but she can never be too sure with him. He's manic and unpredictable and yet her heart still yearns for him.

 

 

 

"I let you see me. Know me. I gave you a rare gift and you wasted it." Her body trembles, feeling the heat of rage flow through her veins and palpitate her heart.

 

 

 

"Say something goddamnit." She impatiently snaps, her resolve melting like butter when she sees the pain etched on his face.

 

 

 

He gives a hopeless shrug, his bottom lip trembling before he bites down to suppress the thick emotions gripping his throat, constricted like a snake had crept up and caught him like his prey. 

 

 

 

"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to save me. I didn't want you to see me like that. I don't deserve you and I sure as hell don't deserve to live. They were right along. I am a monster."

 

 

 

She shook her head in disagreement but he insisted, standing his ground. "I'm a killer. I hurt people. It's all I'm good at and it's all I'll ever do. I can't change Tala. I thought you could save me, I know you tried but I've broken you."

 

 

 

"That's not true. You're not a monster. You just want to be loved and I can do that. Flaws and all I still love you. But you lied to me!"

 

 

 

His eyebrows scrunched together defensively as he bit back. "I didn't lie."

 

 

 

"I know Jimin." Her voice wavers.

 

 

 

Those three simple words knocked him down to the ground. He gulped thickly as he felt eerie shadows creep up from behind and restrain him.

 

 

 

"Know what?" He whispered in confusion, his eyes flickering across her face for answers.

 

 

 

"You didn't tell me everything about your past. You didn't tell me that you were in a gang, you killed people and did god-awful things. Most importantly you left out that your parents locked you up in a mental hospital and when you escaped you burned them alive for revenge."

 

 

 

A tear slipped down his cheek, and his features morphed into disbelief. "How the hell do you know about that?"

 

 

 

She exasperatedly sighs. "Don't you see?! It doesn't fucking matter! None of it matters because I love you and no matter what you do you'll always be mine."

 

 

 

"No", he coldly responds, "We can't. We can't do this again. I can't risk hurting you any more than I already have. Look at you. You're not the same. I made you into something you're not."

 

 

 

"Jimin", she pleads, "I love you. I don't care if you hurt me just stay. That's all I want."

 

 

 

He remained dead-set in his ways, refusing to give in no matter how much his heart wanted to. "I couldn't wait for love to destroy us. That's why I did what I did. I see now it's been there all along. I've slowly taken you apart piece by piece with every word, every touch, every life I took. You were always broken and I didn't mind that because I was too. I thought that we could love each other enough and be good together."

 

 

 

"But we weren't. Your love made me so much worse. It made me into more of a monster than I already am and in that, I've already killed you. You're not Tala. You're my Tala." He exhaled shakily.

 

 

 

"You're so easily forgiving me because you don't know any better. I'm bad for you and you're bad for me. Whatever this was it can't go on."

 

 

 

She couldn't stop the continuous flow of tears running down her face, her efforts in controlling her sobs making her heave. The wind gusted violently, the shaking of leaves reminding her of how cruel nature can be. He's taken everything from her. He's all she knows.

 

 

 

"True love", she wiped her eyes, her throat scratchy and she cleared it, "That's what this was. That's what this is."

 

 

 

It was a scar of age written all over her face, a war still raging inside of her. She wore it like a tattoo. Her love for him turned into something much darker, much more sinister and he can feel it in the way she looks at him. She won't make letting go easy and he was heavy with the burden of the truth. 

 

 

 

"Only love hurts like this." She sighed, reaching out to caress his face as she stayed beside him.

 

 

 

A seraphic glow from the setting sun cast onto their figures, nature surrounding them yet all they could feel was each other. The agony in their eyes, the unsaid words lingering like a sourness in their mouths. They wanted each other in ways that defied all laws known to man. What they had was parasitic and disastrous.

 

 

 

The touch of her fingertips against his cheek has him closing his eyes, memories flooding back in and making his chest ache. He'd slept so long without her, tortured in his sleep, and when he woke up no one was there but her. He was screaming for her as he died, the poison he had inside seeking an antidote to bring him back to life. She was everything he needed and at the same time everything that killed him.

 

 

 

"Tala. Nothing is clear anymore. I don't know where you end and I begin. You and I have begun to blur." He lifted his hand to hold her chin, using what little strength he had to kiss her.

 

 

 

It lit a fire within both of them, evoking hot tears of longing to pour from their eyes like the rain above. As the sun went down the stars arose, the ghostly pale moon falling overhead and she shook her head, trying to fight, begging him to love her again.

 

 

 

"Goodbye."

 

 

 

His hushed words felt like a knife to her heart, twisting as she leaned in to kiss his neck, his body rejecting her affections as she clawed at his skin and pleaded for him to hold her. He was like a ghost in a shell. Cold and unkind and when she searches for yet another heated kiss he turns his head away.

 

 

 

The blade plunged in her heart twists a little bit more with every step she takes away from him and towards her car. With one last look out at the darkness, she climbs in and sits there for a minute, processing everything. 

 

 

 

This is over and no amount of begging and reasoning will make him come back. He's done and his rejection freezes the blood in her body. She's drowning and it's come to the point where she feels numb and only stares at the world above which slowly fades out as she sinks to the bottom.

 

 

 

Jimin doesn't hear her vehicle leave. He simply stares up at the night sky, a few stars scattered across the dark canvas painting the view above. The moon calls out to him, his skin sizzling and he wishes he could reach out and touch it, wondering if it would hurt any worse than this. The next few hours and even days seem to be a blur. 

 

 

 

He's running on fumes and the sheer will to live. He sees it as another chance even though he questions whether or not it's worth it and then remembers her words. I gave you a rare gift and you wasted it. He can't make the same mistakes again.

 

 

 

For once the voices aren't there. He's not sure if they're gone completely but it's enough that he can't hear them and for once think for himself instead of listening to what they want. It only led him to the edge and tipping over, breaking with the fall.

 

 

 

On the way to the hospital, he makes a stop at the police station. The officers working there turn to see him walk in, his face sparking recognition with all of them as they stop and stare, the front desk lady moving to make a call. 

 

 

 

He sat in one of the chairs, waiting for the lead detective on Taehyung's case to appear. Ironic he's on Leon's case as well. About an hour later he appears, surprise written all over his face as he eyes the man sitting eerily calm, sneaking a few words to the front desk officer before grabbing a few files in hand and going over to talk to him.

 

 

 

"Park Jimin?" He asks, making sure he's believing what he's seeing.

 

 

 

He looks up from the ground and at Detective Pierce with a blank expression. He had things he needed to do, this is one of those rather unpleasant things to check off his list and he wants to cooperate and make this as quick as possible.

 

 

 

"That's me." He replied plainly, his fingertips dancing across the bandage wrapped around his wrist and he stood as the man guided him into the interrogation room.

 

 

 

"I'm sure you can imagine my surprise in seeing you here. A few of my guys have been searching for you all day. You're smart. You covered your tracks well." He says as they both sit down in the dark room, one singular bulb lighting the drafty space that surrounds them.

 

 

 

Jimin doesn't respond to that, simply intertwines his hands and places them atop the table, watching as Detective Pierce opens a file and scans through it.

 

 

 

"Why'd you leave the hospital Jimin? You could've gotten hurt." He asked, looking up from his file to see Jimin's gaze dead-set on him.

 

 

 

"I was confused and thought I was dreaming. I couldn't stand the smell." He replied, his voice steady and calm but with just enough emotion in his eyes to intrigue the detective.

 

 

 

"You know your teacher found you. Tala Martinez. Should I give her a call?"

 

 

 

"No." He quickly answers.

 

 

 

Pierce's eyes narrowed slightly, a hum of suspicion leaving him. "She was with you every day Jimin. She should know if you're ok or not. I'm sure she's worried sick about you."

 

 

 

"I handled it. You don't need to worry about that." Jimin responded, hiding his impatience well.

 

 

 

Her name was triggering him and he'd rather not have a breakdown in a police station. That wouldn't exactly plead his case of mental stability since he just got out of a coma and his state could be considered critical. 

 

 

 

"Alright I'll take your word for it." Pierce ends it there, changing the subject to more pressing matters.

 

 

 

"Now I know you're one of the top students at Columbia. Clean record and all so I trust you're smart enough to understand the gravity of the situation here." He says sternly, meaning all business and Jimin gets comfortable figuring he'll be here a while.

 

 

 

"I do."

 

 

 

With a nod, he continues. "Good. Now the reason we've been looking for you is because you're Taehyung's closest friend. I've talked to people at your school and you're well known for being around him the most. I need to know if you were possibly with him that night."

 

 

 

For about an hour the interrogation continued. Jimin being the way he was easily made it out of there unscathed, all suspicion leaving him since he knew exactly what to say to make his story and innocence believable. He felt slightly relieved to not have to deal with cops anymore. 

 

 

 

He hated them and their entitled ignorance with a passion. They never seemed to go after the real bad people and their collective stupidity was both embarrassing and appalling. You'd think that regular civilians given the right to enforce the law would be better people. Just goes to show what power does to man and Jimin knows the feeling all too well.

 

 

 

He's not doing great because of the breakup but he understands why it's the best thing for the both of them. He knows there's no getting over her. Until the end of time, he'll love her but he can do that safely and from afar. It's not his place anymore and it dawns on him as he makes his way to the hospital.

 

 

 

It doesn't take them long to see him considering he was the patient who up and left after waking from a coma. They ran a few tests and determined that he was stable enough to be on his own. He was lucky they didn't keep him in the hospital overnight and sent him on his way after treating his wound and prescribing meds to aid his recovery.

 

 

 

Jimin stopped by the pharmacy on the way home to pick them up and took the pills as soon as he entered his apartment which hadn't been occupied in weeks. Nothing felt the same anymore since she left him on that hill. He was surprised to see that everything was well kept, obviously no food to be found since there was no one to live here but the bathroom was clean of his incident. As he undressed and showered, careful not to get his arm wet, the sensation of scolding hot water seemed to mellow his mind and ease his frustrations.

 

 

 

Nothing would stop the burning in his heart. It was like it was bleeding out and no matter how many times he'd bandaged it the blood wouldn't stop flowing. He's then reminded of his near demise, looking at his wound and seeing the memories of his flesh being opened and his life spilling from him. Blinking a few times to make sure it was just memories and not reality, the rawness of his skin and the stitches made his stomach churn and he couldn't bear the sight anymore.

 

 

 

He does what he can to fall asleep but he's tossing and turning all night. Her smile hurts him, the burden of his love cripples his already weakened body and he fights it with everything he can. Jimin's got half a mind to say screw it and race over to see her, to make sure she knows how much he loves her even if it didn't seem like it hours ago. He wants to be the one easing her mind, the one to kiss her insecurities away and worship the ground she walks on.

 

 

 

But he knows better. He made his decision and finalized everything with such a simple yet impactful word. Goodbye. He was strong enough to resist her affections then and he knows he's strong enough to resist his urges now. This isn't the time to do this and he doesn't want to make her more miserable than she already is. No matter how worried he is about her, he knows to stay away and let things cool down. The wound is far too fresh to take yet another stab.

 

 

 

The sun begins to rise and he stirs awake not even realizing he had eventually fallen asleep. He's groggy and starving, with no energy whatsoever to get out of bed. He wants to wallow in a dark hole forever. He deserves to be punished and pulled from this hell. There's no finding the me that was pure. It continues even when he runs away. This is who he is. Park Jimin. Criminally insane. 

 

 

 

He somehow finds it in himself to get out of bed and get ready for the day. Weeks worth of work was awaiting him as he called the Dean of Students and arranged a plan to get him caught up with school. Luckily since he was one of the top students who 'suffered a tragedy' he was let off and got an extension on his coursework. 

 

 

 

Figuring that this was the perfect thing to take his mind off of her, he was graced two weeks off from classes, being pardoned by the school since he was Park Jimin after all. He was a prodigy and got much more leeway than he expected from an Ivy League school. In the end, he remained on top and was now staring at himself in the mirror, putting on those thick black-rimmed glasses, his form hugged by a red sweater, black baggy jeans, and high tops.

 

 

 

It had been so long since he felt somewhat normal. He even smiled a little as he put on his jewelry, familiarizing himself with his lip piercing he hadn't worn in forever. His hair is slicked back, a few strands falling over his face and he's ready to take on whatever is coming his way before the realization hits him. He'll see her at school. There's no choice. He's her student and she's his professor.

 

 

 

An exhausted groan leaves him as he applies cream to his scar which starts to fade with time and the help of topicals. He didn't want to think about seeing her even if it was inevitable. Now all he could focus on was her. Seeing her beautiful smile, watching how she moved her hands whenever she was passionate about her teachings. Her elegance was effortless and captivating, her skin glowing with only the beauty of the sun she held.

 

 

 

Guilt gnawed at his guts as he walked in and caught a glimpse of her standing at the front of the room to begin her lecture. Her voice welcoming her students was enough to have him breathless and on the verge of a panic attack. The voices weren't there anymore and he wondered why. It was almost like he was searching for them, feeling hopeless without their guidance even if it was done through their brutality.

 

 

 

Students stared at him and whispered to each other as he made his way to the back of the class, wishing to hide in the corner. Luckily the girl next to him seemed oblivious as to why everyone kept turning back to look at him and smiled as he sat down and settled in his place, bringing his laptop and books out to begin class.

 

 

 

His hands trembled and his heart raced dangerously in his chest, the room around him spinning as her once-distant voice started to grow in his ears, echoing around the fragile walls of his mind. He was uncomfortably hot, closing his eyes to take deep breaths but it all worsened as soon as they locked eyes.

 

 

 

She looked worried before bringing her attention to the rest of the class who started to focus on the material instead of gossiping about the rumors circling him and his ex-friend Taehyung. He knew what they were saying but he was proven innocent with evidence he fabricated. 

 

 

 

His 'killer' ended up being one of the drug addicts who lived in that torn-down building. Don't ask how or why that happened but he figured it best to find a way to close the case. He put in an anonymous call and once the druggie was locked up peace ensued. Somewhat at least. There would always be some sort of drama involving him regardless. He was the best friend of a murder victim after all.

 

 

 

It didn't matter much what they said though. He was smarter than all of them, remaining a top student after falling into a coma due to grief and tragic happenings. He was like a living legend so he dismissed anyone who gave him the stink eye. They didn't matter. They were nobodies and he's not going to waste his time and talent on losers who have nothing better to do with their lives than talk shit.

 

 

 

Jimin struggled to get through class with her there. He expected it to be difficult but this was on another level. Luckily, he had a chance and snuck a pill into his mouth, feeling his mind slow down and his body relaxed shortly after swallowing. Maybe that's why the voices were gone. For the first time in his life it was just him. No sinister reflection staring back at him, no whispers blowing through his ears, nada. 

 

 

 

He was free from himself but that didn't do much considering she had him in a headlock. There was no way of untangling himself from the web she's spun. Whether she knowingly did it or not she had him trapped. A prisoner of his own making. If only he never danced that night. If only she was never there to tempt him to begin with. Wrong place and wrong time because look where they ended up. Right back to square one. Alone.

 

 

 

The bell saved his life and he sped out of there, hiding amongst the crowd and praying she wouldn't call out his name, knowing that the space between them had tortured him and he'd slink back into her arms. No. He loved her too much to be weak. It hurts but he'd rather be alone than make her suffer with him.

 

 

 

Too much has happened. Things that couldn't be forgotten or forgiven. Tala was like a drug, something he needed in small doses to wean him off. He had the bright idea of maybe watching her, making sure she was ok for his peace of mind. He figured it wouldn't do much harm. Dismissing the fact that what he's doing is personally invasive and a bit creepy, he makes his way to her apartment since he still has a key.

 

 

 

Jimin knew her schedule inside out which gave him plenty of time to stick around until she got home. The scent of her immediately sent a punch to his lungs, an exasperated sigh leaving him as he pushed his glasses further up to rest on the very small bridge of his nose. 

 

 

 

"I miss you." He mumbles to himself, making his way to her room.

 

 

 

He smiles weakly, lying down on her bed to stare up at the ceiling and feel the softness of the comforter beneath his fingertips. Being back here made a rush of emotions hit him all at once. He was expecting it too, but feeling everything at this very moment was tearing him up. His eyes glistened with melancholy and he sniffled, taking his phone and a small camera from his pocket.

 

 

 

Deja Vu makes this even more ironic. He did the same with Leon. Watched him, observed his behavior, and learned his schedule. Only the intentions differed and the fact that he'd never lay a hand on her with disrespect. Figuring that the bookshelf was the safest option, he linked the camera to a picture frame that was invisible to the eye.

 

 

 

Once making sure he could see clearly through the app on his phone, he turned to leave before stopping, unable to fight the urge he had to stay a bit longer. So he did. He stayed until the very last minute and he heard her arrive. He hid himself well, watching as she showered and got dressed for bed. 

 

 

 

Once she was asleep, he slid out of the closet to watch her. She kept her window open like she always did, and he perched onto it like a cat, his gaze steady on her sleeping figure, her cheek smushed against the pillow. He wondered what she was dreaming about or if she dreamed at all. Ever since he left he's had nothing but nightmares. Turning his face to look at the mirror he only saw himself. Raw, ugly, disfigured. 

 

 

 

He wanted too much. He wanted to have control, a perfect body, a perfect soul. Jimin wanted her to notice when he wasn't around. He wanted to be special like her but he's a creep. Every day he looks in the mirror and sees nothing but abnormalities. For once he wanted to see himself like she saw him. An angel. 

 

 

 

Although he knew better a small part of him wished to go back. He should've never left her alone in his place. He should've never drugged her to pass out and he definitely shouldn't have tried to kill himself knowing that there was still an unconscious part of him that fought to stay alive. For her.

 

 

 

There was no point in reminiscing the past but that's all he ever did. School helped to keep him distracted with work but he was too efficient to drown himself in it. Looking in the mirror was enough of a reminder of love and how foolish it is. She's got him bound and he's only tightening the ropes keeping him here.

Chapter 29

 

 

 

 

 

 

He was keeping an eye on her. Monitoring her like machines do. It was nice to see her like this. Vulnerable. It was indeed a rare gift he took for granted and if he could go back in time he would change things. He had no regrets involving the people he killed considering he always had good reasons for doing the things he did but he would've been more careful somehow.

 

 

 

Maybe things were supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be alone because whenever he wasn't he poisoned those around him. He manipulated and always got his way and if he didn't there'd be hell to pay. This was the first time he was in love and albeit it was flawed it was more than real. It was more than he ever could've dreamed of.

 

 

 

Although he was the one who left and it was no longer his place to act so territorial over her he did anyway out of habit. He noticed something he didn't like very much. She was on her phone more often, looking to be texting someone and he could only assume it was Seokjin. Like the White Knight he was he swooped in when he saw the chance to save her.

 

 

 

Internally he rolled his eyes whenever he'd see them together in the halls passing by in conversation. It made his stomach burn with jealousy and hatred. That should be him but it isn't. He's the dirty little secret. Now that (most) of everything has been said and done he's realizing just how fucked up their situation was.

 

 

 

Not like he cared. He was never one to follow a line of rules and morals, he simply did what he wanted when he wanted to. The truth was a burden he'd be willing to carry if it meant he could hold her again in his arms, smell her hair, and feel the strands between his fingers like spun silk. 

 

 

 

He was much younger, maybe too young and he was her student. They didn't belong together and he should've known that things would get messy from the beginning. He knew from first glance she was something he'd never seen before, a delicacy he never indulged in, and now that he's had a taste of that life he's feigning for it.

 

 

 

The need for her is insatiable and no amount of jerking off or watching her sleep on camera will quench the thirst he feels. He needs her like she's the very air he breathes and every day without her is hell. The world isn't as colorful, almost like it tilted into greyscale the moment she left him on that cliff.

 

 

 

His dreams are so vivid it has him reeling when he wakes up in a cold sweat. Her touch is intense, one graze of her fingertips against his body has a fire igniting in his bones. Only one she could start and burn out. The smell of her is like a ghostly kiss on his nose when he walks a little too close to her in the school halls.

 

 

 

Drowning in endless night he can't escape without the sun. He's chasing after the light at the end of the tunnel but he's being pulled, and no matter how much he resists it, he's stuck in limbo. He doesn't feel like a real person most of the time but rather an illusion of another realm. All that is ugly and spiteful formed into sinful flesh he wishes to crawl out of.

 

 

 

Even more so when he sees them laughing together, his hand on her lower back as they walk, and her eyes sparkle. It's not fair. He hates himself for what he's done and he lives with that pain every day. There was so much potential there and he abused his power. He could've had the world and he ruined the one good thing he had.

 

 

 

He didn't need the voices to tell him that. He knew it all too well and he wishes he didn't feel like this. Bitter, jealous, seething rage. Seeing her with another man feels like a knife being wedged into his heart, twisting cruelly every time she laughs at something he says or when she embraces him in a friendly manner. It doesn't matter the intentions. She's touching someone else when she should be touching him.

 

 

 

Yes, he's very much hypocritical. He wants to have his cake and eat it too. Only meaning he wants to love her but he wants to save her. The two oppose each other considering his love would be the cause for distraught and he doesn't want that. He wants her to be happy with him when he knows that is impossible. He chose to end things because that's what's best for her.

 

 

 

No matter how much she pleaded and how easy it would've been to give in he just couldn't. For once he wasn't selfish and did the only thing that would prove his love for her and that's let her go. He traumatized her. She witnessed his near death and went insane herself trying to hold on and fight for him. He wishes for her to not hate him but rather understand she's safer at a distance.

 

 

 

Sometimes they share a few longing glances in class and he wants time to stop so he can take her in his arms and hold her close while he can. It reminds him of how things used to be. Yeah, it was never perfect for them. There was always something lurking around the corner waiting to break them apart. Whether it be his secrecy or hers as well, in the end, it was all bound to end. There was nothing but pain and memories between them.

 

 

 

Jimin wanted one last time. One last kiss, one last touch, anything to clear the tension between them. He needs to reassure her, she needs to know that no matter what he'll never stop loving her. Even if he can't be close, even if they can't just be friends, she'll always be with him. He won't love another.

 

 

 

She made him and he can't undo that. He can't untangle himself from what he is and what she's created. He was a fool and he knew she was too good for him but he didn't want to think about that. He instead fed into the delusion that he could change, he could stop fucking up and breaking her heart. What he did to her was unforgivable and every day he wonders why he was given a second chance after the shit he's done.

 

 

 

It didn't help that her 'friend' Seokjin was being oddly nice to everyone lately. Almost like he had finally gotten laid and someone pulled the stick out of his ass. Whatever it was his behavior was different and Jimin knew for a fact it was because of her. She had a certain effect on people. She was addicting and he knew the look on his professor's face. He was either close to first base or already past it.

 

 

 

Mr Kim was acting out of the ordinary but no one paid much attention to his lack of scolding and glares. They instead appreciated that for once in a million years he had a smile on his face as he enthusiastically taught mathematics. Jimin wondered how insane someone must be to teach such a torturous subject. Kim Seokjin was a special creature indeed.

 

 

 

Not only has he been much more energetic in his entirety but every time they lock eyes as Jimin leaves class he smiles at him. Eerie. He's unsettled by the older man's behavior. He must be some sort of psychopath. Maybe he had a mental disorder like he did because of how easily he could switch between different faces. Two peas in a pod.

 

 

 

Whatever it was it enraged Jimin. Why? Tala was making him happy. Probably because she confided in Seokjin about her situation and relationship which made him look like the supportive male figure in her life. It sickened him just thinking about it. He was probably talking so much shit knowing him, saying how he probably never loved her and only used her. Tala would be smart enough to keep his identity out of the conversation considering how well she knew her long-time friend.

 

 

 

Seokjin gave off the vibes of 'fuck around and find out'. He knows that better than anyone. The coffee incident he'd rather not think about. Although some of what happened was enjoyable because she came to his defense and he convinced her to break things off with him, he didn't want to remember how sickening it felt to be insulted by him.

 

 

 

He was a piece of entitled trash who wore luxury to make himself feel more than the shallow man he was beneath those expensive clothes. Tala knew him better but how can he trust she's making good decisions when she not only was married to that douche canoe for how many years but with him as well? 

 

 

 

Jimin made sure to keep a close eye on her, watching from afar so she wouldn't catch him in the act. He knew if he was there'd be no squirming his way out of this one. What's even more disturbing is Mr Kim calling him to the front of the class once the bell rings and the students flood out. His heart races and his hand clenches around the strap of his backpack which feels like a pile of bricks against his body.

 

 

 

"Yes Mr. Kim?" He grumbles, his tone impatient as he huffs and shows a clear distaste for his teacher.

 

 

 

Instead of flipping out like he usually would it's a surprise to see him remain calm at the obvious disrespect Jimin holds for his professor and rightfully so. People can change but it seems like Jimin is the only one who can't.

 

 

 

"I wanted to talk to you and see how you're doing. I've been meaning to for a while but sometimes my memory is a wreck. I know you were in a coma and-"

 

 

 

"That's not your business." He snaps defensively, Seokjin's eyes slightly widening at the younger's attitude.

 

 

 

"Jimin I know it's not my business but as your professor I want to make sure you're stable. I know you and I haven't always gotten along but you're a good student. So was Taehyung."

 

 

 

The sympathy he gets earns an eye roll, his arms crossing over his chest as he waits to be dismissed, hoping Mr Kim would see that he's not interested in the pity party or whatever the hell he's doing right now. This didn't sound like him. This sounded like Tala.

 

 

 

"Did she put you up to this?" He inquisitively replied, his sharp gaze making his professor feel an eeriness creep up around his neck.

 

 

 

Mr. Kim sighs heavily, his hands resting on his hips, the arms of his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. "Tala and I are close friends and have been for years. She told me some of what happened. She worries about you Jimin. She wants to make sure you're ok after what you've been through."

 

 

 

Jimin chuckles bitterly, raising his eyebrows at the audacity. "She's my teacher. If she's concerned for me she can say that to my face. I don't need you being the monkey in the middle passing along messages like we're in high school. This is immature even for your standards Mr. Kim."

 

 

 

His professor argued with no real bite to his words, only wanting his student to understand their intentions. "She wanted to give you some space. I'm not the monkey in the middle Jimin. This comes from her and I. You're one of the school's top students and I understand the pressure."

 

 

 

"Oh I'm sure you do." Jimin sarcastically remarked, shaking his head in defiance as he listened to his teacher ignore his snide comment and continue.

 

 

 

"If you need help we both want you to reach out to us. We're trusted adults who are older and have more resources at our disposal. What happened to Taehyung was tragic and I'd rather not carry the weight of losing another student."

 

 

 

Jimin hated Seokjin even more now. The genuineness in his eyes, the concern lacing his voice, and the lack of hostility he usually showed made him feel weak. He could take care of himself and it was bad enough everyone knew about his suicide attempt. 

 

 

 

It painted him in a bad light and the last thing he wanted was sympathy. No one understands anyway and there was no point entertaining this. The fact that he said 'we' was enough to blow a fuse. There is no her and him. Never has been and never will be.

 

 

 

"I don't need you feeling bad for me. The best thing everyone can do is leave me alone. I'm just a regular guy. I'm not someone who needs to be saved." He defends, wanting to leave so he can do what he has to do.

 

 

 

Seokjin seems to give in, nodding his head as he files a few papers on the table. "Alright, Jimin. If you ever want to talk-"

 

 

 

He doesn't bother finishing since his student is already out the door. Jimin doesn't have time to deal with that. He needs to take the edge off. Best way to do that? Dance. It's one of the only healthy escapes he has. He can cry and scream as he moves to the rhythm without opening his mouth. He can feel the emotion coursing through his veins with every turn of his body, every lift of his arms, his fingers reaching as high as they can to touch the light that burns him.

 

 

 

The music makes everything fade away. The world around him no longer exists and turns black, the spotlight on him as the instrumentals lead his body into chaos, his heart burning with passion every time a song ends and another begins. He fluidly moves like the waves in an ocean, crashing against the shore with fierceness that shows in his eyes. Hours and hours, time doesn't matter when he's lost in this state of reverie.

 

 

 

His skin is slick with sweat, his lungs heaving while he takes gulps of water from his bottle, lying back against the floor to catch his breath and feel the relief flooding in his body. Once he showers in the locker room and changes his clothes, he heads out into the main building making a shortcut to the parking lot. It's dark outside but the calming lights of the University remain shining to guide the way through the halls.

 

 

 

No one else seems to be around until he hears a familiar laugh and the clicking of heels. The sound makes him gulp and he pushes his hood up to cover his face, seeing both of his teachers walking too closely together and out the main entrance. He follows behind, her perfume lingering behind and making his head spin. Every bone in his body starts to ache and he hides behind the cars in the parking, checking his surroundings to make sure no one saw him watching them.

 

 

 

He can't quite make out what they're saying but they mention a park nearby and hug, going their separate ways. Figuring it was bad enough that he was stalking her, he didn't want to make things worse so instead of following her he gets in his Lexus and makes his way home. 

 

 

 

His stomach rumbles from hunger but he was too lazy to cook, so he sat on the couch with his laptop on the coffee table, using the chopsticks between his fingers to scoop some rice into his mouth from the takeout he ordered. For about half an hour he watched and waited to see her appear on camera. He ended up falling asleep, his cheek smushed against the couch cushions, the glasses he wore sliding down to the tip of his nose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

🌑💄🌑💄🌑💄

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The two of them walked along the trail, their path visible from the street lamps, the moon, and the stars watching above. It was a nice night out, the breeze calming and warm just enough to make you feel relaxed. The chittering of bugs is soothing to hear but what's most comforting is her friend's presence.

 

 

 

"Do you still love him?" He asks, close beside her and looking out at the trees on both sides of them.

 

 

 

"With all of my heart." She confessed solemnly, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers.

 

 

 

He didn't mind it one bit and as snarky as he usually could be this wasn't the time or place to tease. He only knew vague details about this relationship of hers but he can see in her eyes that she's troubled even if she puts on a good front.

 

 

 

"I know he loves me but we need some space for now. Maybe one of these days we'll talk again but it might be a while. I'm not sure if he'd want to. He was determined to stay away from me."

 

 

 

"Why?"

 

 

 

She pursed her lips for a moment before answering. "He said he doesn't want to hurt me anymore. That he's not good enough for me and it's better like this. He's so full of shit. I know he misses me. I see it in his eyes every day."

 

 

 

Seokjin frowned in confusion. "How do you see him every day if he wants to stay away from you?"

 

 

 

Tala passed him a glance that told him all he needed to know. Best not to pry in things that you don't want to find out. Although he's curious and wants to dig deep for the details he keeps his mouth shut and ears open. She's been through a lot more than she's letting on because she needs to be strong. 

 

 

 

He knows her too well to be oblivious to what she's hiding. She's in a lot of pain and he wants to help in any way he can. It took her some time to finally reach out but eventually she did and explained the situation. It was like his second nature to forgive her. There were no hard feelings between them and he was grateful that she trusted him enough to open up like this.

 

 

 

"I'm sure he has his reasons. From what I'm hearing it sounds like he got too vulnerable with you and it scared him."

 

 

 

"His reasons are bullshit." She argues, making Seokjin chuckle with a fond look on his face.

 

 

 

"You're too stubborn for your own good, Tala."

 

 

 

She scoffs lightheartedly. "Ironic coming from you, Seokjin."

 

 

 

He nodded in agreement with a playful grin on his face, pleased with himself that he could at least amuse her. "Yeah yeah. Seriously though are you gonna be ok?"

 

 

 

A look of conviction washes over her features and he takes notice of the change in the air. "I don't know, Jin. It's hard. Every day without him feels like my heart is being ripped to shreds."

 

 

 

"Time is everything. Soon you'll move on and be yourself again. You've done it before." He encourages.

 

 

 

"It was different. Everything was different, Jin. I need him." She admitted, her eyes focused on the ground they walk on.

 

 

 

"You don't need anybody. You have yourself and that's enough." He replied, squeezing her hand that remained intertwined with his.

 

 

 

She was grieving, she was heartbroken, and she needed something. Somebody. She needed to take the edge off it, even if it had potential consequences, she knew Seokjin better than to get caught up like that. It was stupid and selfish of her but she needed to feel. She wanted to let go and feel good again.

 

 

 

"Seokjin..." She pauses, their steps falling short as he stops beside her and lifts her chin.

 

 

 

The need in her eyes is clear and he nods in understanding, willing to help a friend out even if it meant to be used. Even if the entire time she'd be thinking of someone else.

 

 

 

"Yes Tala?" He asked, fully turning towards her as she slowly sunk her body into his, his strong arms wrapping around her much shorter frame.

 

 

 

"I need you."

 

 

 

Her words are muffled but everything around them seems to quiet down so he can hear her. He nods when she glances up at him for an answer, their eyes falling to each other's lips for a brief moment before looking back at each other again. This was a long time coming and since nothing but friendship and love were involved things wouldn't get messy.

 

 

 

"I'm yours whenever you need me." He assures, caressing the sides of her face.

 

 

 

He feels special to be able to hold her like this, to feel her desperation as she reaches up and kisses him. Her lips are warm and inviting, their mouths molding together in perfect form. Their hearts race and as guilty as she feels for doing such a thing it only continues. They let go after a few seconds, catching their breaths as they walked back to their cars in silence.

 

 

 

"Your place or mine?" He asked, caressing her hair and she melted into the sensation, dismissing the ache in her chest and rather focusing on the heat building between her legs.

 

 

 

"Mine."

 

 

 

She knows exactly what she's doing. As soon as they stumble into her apartment, their tongues clash roughly and she pulls him into her bedroom. She wouldn't want him to miss a single thing. Tala eyes the picture frame on her bookshelf, the twisted smirk on her face widening as her friend kisses the side of her neck and rips her blouse open, buttons flying and clattering onto the wood floor.

 

 

 

They share an intense look, her open chest on display that rises and falls from her heavy breathing. He reaches around and unclips her bra, pulling the straps down and tossing the garment aside as he gently pushes her down on the bed and hovers over her. 

 

 

 

Their lips meet again, his hand ghosting across her stomach to unzip her skirt and let it slip down her legs and to the floor. Jimin watched everything on the other side, hot tears rolling down his face, and was frozen in shock as Seokjin buried his face between her thighs and she tossed her head back. 

 

 

 

"No, no, no." He wipes his eyes aggressively, broken sobs leaving his trembling lips.

 

 

 

This is real. This is a living nightmare that he can't claw his way out of. She knows he's watching, he saw that smirk on her face as she looked at him through the camera, her cold gaze sending a shiver down his spine. He can't believe she'd do this. He didn't want to see it but now that he is he can't look away. He watches her being taken by another man because what he feels is what he deserves. Pain. Always pain.

 

 

 

She's doing this on purpose, she has to be because she knows Jimin. She knows how much this will hurt him and he couldn't resist creeping into her life once more. Morals be damned because he did what he wanted regardless. There were a few moments during this where she'd look at the camera, curious if he was still there. Don't ask how she knows it's there. What matters is that it is. He's there in the room with them and her friend notices the gush of arousal that drips out of her. She's really excited.

 

 

 

The sound of skin roughly slapping together and squelching is enough to drive him insane. Jimin grabs at his hair, pulling it as he forces himself to keep his burning eyes open and watch. She screams another man's name over and over again and it ties knots in his stomach. Memories of them flash in his mind and it has his fists clenched tightly in his scalp, the sting nothing compared to the pain festering throughout his entire body.

 

 

 

"Tala...stop. Please stop. You don't love him. You love me." He whispers, touching the screen of his laptop as if he were touching her, hoping to reach out.

 

 

 

As much as he begs nothing changes. They switch positions so she's bent over facing the camera, her eyes rolled back as her friend's grip keeps her in place as he pounds into her from behind, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot he found rather easily. She's practically drooling from the pleasure and it sends the man on the other side into a spiral. 

 

 

 

Seokjin trailed kisses along her back as Jimin's teeth clenched, observing how he touched her and it boiled his blood, the rage vibrating every bone he had. He shook his head, hoping that his sharp gaze through the screen was enough to make his professor's head explode. They didn't stop for a while, a mess staining her red sheets as she convulsed with every toe-curling orgasm, keeping her eyes closed so she could make love to him through Jin.

 

 

 

Eventually, he had enough and shut off his computer, tossed his glasses onto the coffee table before going into the bathroom to splash water on his heated face so he could cool him down. The droplets lingered on his skin as he looked at his reflection and a surge of red-hot anger pulsed through him. His fist collided with the mirror, the glass cracking from the impact. The noise was satisfying, ringing in his ears as he punched it again, ignoring his bloody knuckles.

 

 

 

His distorted figure reminded him of what he was. A creep. A monster. Everything was over and there was no way he could get her back. She doesn't want him anymore. She did this because she wanted to. She wasn't forced or manipulated. She simply wanted pleasure he couldn't give her. It wasn't his place anymore. He stares at the broken parts of him, blood running down his fingers and dripping onto the bathroom floor.

 

 

 

"You are nothing."

Chapter 30

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jimin tried to enjoy the pleasures of the day, to fill the void she left behind but nothing compared. He was on a high then crashed because she made it so. After seeing Seokjin and Tala fuck like that right in front of him, that malicious look on her face as she stared into the camera that was invisible to the eye yet she somehow knew exactly where it was, he knew he had to do something. But what?

 

 

 

She wasn't his and he wasn't hers. In no way did he have any right to control what she did and who she did it with but there was something about her that started unnerving him. She looked at him differently in class. There was something about her eyes that made him feel like this wasn't her. 

 

 

 

Regardless, he kept his composure and went on with his life even if he was drowning in misery. She's in the back of his mind no matter where he is or what he's doing. Anything and everything reminds him of her and it's inescapable. Sleeping in his bed doesn't feel right because she's not next to him to provide warmth.

 

 

 

She's so far away now and he can't take it back. He told her it was over and he couldn't go back on his words and give in again. He's fucked up too many times and deep down in his heart, beyond the yearning and adoration he feels, he knows he doesn't deserve a woman as good as her. 

 

 

 

When he needed a new direction for his mind she was there to guide him, keeping her in his pocket like a compass. If he felt lost she was there to tell him where to go. She was the star he looked for every night, the one who stuck by his side even through the dark.

 

 

 

Jimin knew she wasn't someone to lose but he did anyway. He broke her, he made her into something she was forced into being to accept him and he couldn't allow that. It's funny how much he sought her acceptance and understanding yet when she gave it to him he ran away. Being understood was terrifying to him and made him feel inhuman.

 

 

 

He was insane and she didn't mind his craziness one bit. Like a magnet, she was pulled to him by her heart without choice. Neither of them could help that they were attracted to each other like this. There was something about her that made him want to die for her heaven, knowing he could lie beside her forever.

 

 

 

There was no mistaking that he needed her. The dullness in his face, the hollow shell he's become, and even the breaking of his hair were clear signs he was falling apart. She had a heart from heaven but he dragged her down to burn in hell with him. The battle within him was never-ending.

 

 

 

He'd wake up feeling the power of a God, like he could do anything and would take her back as his once and for all. All it takes is a look in the mirror to remind him of what he is and what he's made her into. Her eyes are soulless, the glow of her beautiful skin now like rusted copper.

 

 

 

The illness of the moon had stolen the sun's light to feed itself. A story was written amongst the stars. He had captured her to enamor her and take her light. He didn't mean to hurt her still but this distance between them is slowly killing them each day. The glances they share are harsh and cold, tensions rising and as much as he forces himself to try and hate her he can't.

 

 

 

Hating her would make this so much easier but he only wants her more now. Even if there's no reason to hold anger in his heart he tries his best to make up lies in his head and convince himself she ruined him. His feelings were tangled in knots that he couldn't undo. First, he blames her then he wants her, hates and then loves her just because he can't help himself.

 

 

 

The memories remind him of how foolish he's been. He can't resist her. It makes him think of when things were better. When he was down she was there to pick him up. From the ground, through the clouds, and to her, the sun. He wonders to himself how he ever found her.

 

 

 

The urge to go back on that cliff and take away all those words he said was greater than anything else, regret weighing on him and dragging him into a hole he willingly fell into. He'd tell her to promise to never run from him and she'd make that promise with an honest heart. 

 

 

 

It strangles him almost every hour of every day and she wasn't there to treat him like an angel. Her love rubbed off on him and now he wants to scratch his skin raw so it disappears. He'd do anything to make the pain go away, take any pill to make him forget her because she's haunting him. The way she'd get him high was unlike anything else. His biggest mistake was thinking karma wouldn't bite him in the ass because it was indeed the devil always lurking about.

 

 

 

Seeing her and Seokjin share a conversation in the halls like they hadn't fucked the life out of each other made him crack. There were no voices to urge him into giving in, none of them telling him what to do anymore. He didn't need them to when in the end it was always him. Those parts of his sickness he tried to tie down were loose and running rampant all natural like the blood pumping through his veins.

 

 

 

His stomach twists as he watches them from behind a wall, her laughter stabbing him in the heart and his not-so-subtle touch on her arm dragging the knife down to his gut to pull out and plunge back into his aching flesh. Before he loses his mind and makes a scene, remembering the setting he's in, he runs in the other direction.

 

 

 

Dancing his feelings away doesn't quench the thirst he feels for her. Working himself to the bone doesn't quiet his thoughts or tire him like he wants it to. Now he's back here again, in his apartment with the laptop resting on his thighs. His body was shaking like he had drunk too much caffeine and was soon to crash but he hadn't. His nerves were shot and his eyes glossed over with a craze that raised flags in anyone unlucky enough to cross his path.

 

 

 

He was dangerous right now, a frown etched on his face as he opened the app and saw the camera had gone black. What the fuck? What did she do to it? How could she possibly see the spyware when it was invisible to the naked eye? He started to feel something he hadn't felt for a while, his blood and heart pulsing. Fear.

 

 

 

The air around him feels heated but his body turns to ice. He hears her giggles, hears her moaning, and he can't take it anymore. The switch flips and he's back to being what he truly is. He's well over the edge at this point, losing the little self-control he was gripping onto. Her voice echoed in his head and he yelled in anger, banging his fist against the wheel of his vehicle but it wasn't enough. She needs to see what she's done to him.

 

 

 

His fist is banging against her door and he couldn't care less about anyone else in the building. Seokjin was in there and he was going to show her the monster he could be. She fucked around and was about to find out. As soon as she appears in front of him, her body hidden but most likely naked under that lengthy red robe of hers, he pushes the door open and searches the place.

 

 

 

"Jimin what are you-"

 

 

 

"Where is he Tala? I know that fucker is here. Seokjin! Kim Seokjin get your ass out here!" He yelled, banging doors and searching her bedroom and closet before he went back out to see her nonchalantly sipping on a glass of wine.

 

 

 

His hair was a mess from how he was running his fingers and tugging at the strands with impatience, some of it even falling out due to stress. His chest fell and rose rapidly because of his breathlessness, keen eyes trained on her, and the way she leaned against the kitchen counter as if her ex hadn't barged in and was losing his shit over a man who isn't here.

 

 

 

"Tala."

 

 

 

His behavior is abusive to her. He can tell by the way she eyes him from head to toe, the darkness in her eyes creeping around his heart to crush it. She looks unrecognizable. She's not the woman he thought he loved. She died that day on the cliff, she had died with him when he was in that coma. It's all his fault and it's enough to bring tears to his eyes seeing her now. 

 

 

 

"Yes?" She muses, her voice like a serpent whispering with its sultry tongue.

 

 

 

"Where the fuck is Seokjin. I heard you." He asks demandingly, stepping so close to her and he breathes her in.

 

 

 

The scent of musky citrus is enough to make his head spin. He's already lost control so whatever happens now is beyond what he thought he didn't want. He'd still let her do anything, he was still her bitch, and if she wanted him to get down on the floor like one he would in a heartbeat. Her eyes are locked with his as she takes a slow sip from her glass, the red wine almost the same shade stained on her lips and fingertips.

 

 

 

"He was never here, Jimin." She smiled cruelly, not a hint of light in her gaze.

 

 

 

They had turned as black as night, nothing but loathing and lust within them. He gulped thickly, every bone in his body locking in place as he stared at her emotionlessly, his brain processing what she had done before he scoffed, her hands now running along his chest.

 

 

 

"You did this on purpose, didn't you? You knew this would break me, you know how much control you have over me, and that I'd come here. What the hell do you want?" He said bitterly, all the blood rushing south just from the way she glided her hand up to caress his jaw and pull his bottom lip with her thumb.

 

 

 

"You. It's always been you." She admits, eyeing his plush lips that she hasn't tasted in so long.

 

 

 

All the anger and resentment swell within the room heavy with unsettled emotions and unbridled lust. It isn't enough for them. They have to hurt each other because that's all they know how to do when it comes to love. It's what he does best and only now does he truly see her for what she is. Someone who needs love more than life. 

 

 

 

"We're over Tala. You're not mine and I'm not yours." He argued, the lies venomous on his tongue and she chuckles darkly with a smug shake of her head.

 

 

 

"Don't you get sick of the lies Jimin? You're not fooling anybody. I see the way you look at me in class. You miss me. You need me." She stated the obvious, both of their faces flushed from the intensity they were victims to.

 

 

 

"No." He harshly responds, stepping away from her because he knows if he gives in completely he's lost.

 

 

 

He's so close to it too. He's tipping over the edge and just looking at her is enough to send him into overdrive. She's never been more terrifying and yet somehow it's beautiful to him. The loss of her light, which he selfishly took, enamored him in a way that confirmed what he had already known. They were still the same, a battle of light and dark, good and evil. 

 

 

 

"Yes." She says, creeping closer and taking his face in her palms, her gaze flitting across his troubled features.

 

 

 

"You don't look like yourself these days." She comments.

 

 

 

"Neither do you." He shot back.

 

 

 

Her twisted grin felt like she had plunged her hand into his chest and ripped out his heart. His body was betraying him, the desire for her festering and building with every word she said. It was inevitable. She knew he was slowly giving in and he was fighting back out of pure amusement even if he wouldn't admit it to himself. He always was a liar.

 

 

 

"This is the real me, Jimin. You showed me who I was and this is it." She rests her hands on his waist before her cold touch sizzles his abdomen.

 

 

 

"We can't." He trembles, shaking his head and his eyes hold a regret that disgusts her.

 

 

 

"We already have." She sharply argues, her eyes like the gateways of hell in which he's willing to get lost and suffer.

 

 

 

"I can't do this with you, Tala. Please." Jimin takes her hands in his, trying to find a part of her that is still pure.

 

 

 

"I love you and you're not leaving me. I'll kill you if I have to." The threat excites him even more and it's so twisted it churns his stomach.

 

 

 

"Tala-"

 

 

 

He attempts to reason with her but she pulls him closer and he loses his breath, exhaling a moment after she licks the side of his neck tauntingly, her nails digging into his waist and he shivers in her hands.

 

 

 

"Shut up and take it." She kisses his skin with roughness, ripping the collar of his shirt down, and the thin material shreds.

 

 

 

He doesn't push her away or fight back because he can't. He takes everything and enjoys it even if it feels wrong and full of resentment. She hates him for making her like this and he hates himself for it too. He can't find it in his heart to let her go and even though it's toxic he stays. He watches as she tears off his shirt and devours his skin, licking every inch, and biting his neck to mark her territory.

 

 

 

This might be the last time they'll ever do this and he decides to push all of his regrets out of his mind and focus on her. No matter how much she's changed and how cold she's become she's still Tala. She's his and he can't lie his way out of this one. Her touch feels like abuse and he takes everything with an open, bleeding heart. He wants it. He wants to feel the hurt.

 

 

 

"Tell me why you came here, Jimin." She pushes him into her room and onto the bed, straddling his lap and running her nails down his chest hard enough to leave marks.

 

 

 

The twist of pain that reflects on his face makes her heart swell and ache but it feels good enough to keep going. 

 

 

 

"I wanted to kill him." He confessed breathlessly, looking up at her like she was the only thing he believed in.

 

 

 

He can tell his words spark something in her and she doesn't hold back in taking what she wants. Her robe falls open to show her heavy breasts bouncing as she rides him, digging into his flesh to make him bleed and he cries out in bliss.

 

 

 

"You hurt me, Jimin. Now you need to feel it." She spitefully says, her head tossing back as she picks up her pace and moves her body roughly on his.

 

 

 

The aggressive skin slapping leaves a sting in both their bodies but the red-hot pleasure building between them is so good it's worth it. All the memories, gentle touches, and vulnerable moments come back and tangle them with heartbreak. They're both crying and they don't stop either. Jimin lies there knowing he deserves to feel pain and he loves it more than anything that she's the one giving it to him. She's the only one who deserves to.

 

 

 

"I hate you. I fucking hate you." She moans, biting into his shoulder and his eyes roll back, his thighs trembling from how good she feels.

 

 

 

She's dripping and it's an absolute mess, the erotic sounds and heated passion are like a drug neither of them can resist. 

 

 

 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Tala." He whispers in her ear, choking a little from the way she squeezes him like a vice.

 

 

 

His blood burns and watching her ride him is the most beautiful thing. Her lips parted and her face flushed, eyes gleaming with darkness he understands too well. It scares him all the same but he embraces it, letting his love for her get the best of him.

 

 

 

He moans at the pain in his neck as she bites and sucks, blotches of purple and green all across his skin like a necklace. She smirks, a sense of pride filling her chest from the sight of him dazed like this. It's so cute to her, his eyes rolling back but she nips that feeling in the bud and focuses on the hurt.

 

 

 

"Tell me how it feels, Jimin."

 

 

 

"I...I..."

 

 

 

She chuckles at his stuttering, the scrunch of his eyebrows and parted lips a glorious thing to see especially when he bites his lip to keep quiet but ends up letting every noise slip past those walls he's failing to uphold.

 

 

 

"Come on, baby. Does this pussy feel good? Hm?"

 

 

 

"Y-Yes." He whimpers, his gentle hands going to her waist and she grabs his wrists roughly, pinning them above his head so her nose brushes against his.

 

 

 

"Say it." She demands, the clapping of her hips colliding with his making his head spin.

 

 

 

"Your pussy is so good. Fuck." He exclaims, his voice getting whiny and she knows he's close.

 

 

 

She takes deep breaths, not even having to focus on finishing with how easy it is with him. Her nails dig into his wrists leaving crescent-shaped marks, her stomach clenching as she gets close too.

 

 

 

"That's right. Moan like the little bitch you are." She grins, her lips molding with his in a sloppy kiss that leaves a string of saliva between them when she pulls away to rest her forehead against his.

 

 

 

Her chest starts to tighten, the dull ache growing and it feels too intimate, forcing her to sit back up and look at him from this angle. Her hands move behind her and plant onto the bed, her back arching as the new angle has her seeing stars. 

 

 

 

"Shit." She whimpers, biting her lip before his hand sneaks into the loosely fitting robe, his thumb brushing against her clit a few times.

 

 

 

Both of them crash at nearly the same time, the high is so powerful it lasts a good full minute until they calm down and it gets too much. She doesn't waste a second in getting off of him, fixing her robe while he hides his body under the covers while watching her. No words are said between them until he eyes the water bottle on the nightstand which she grabs and hands to him, her bangs matted to her forehead from sweat.

 

 

 

"Thanks." He says, taking the water and chugging down the bottle without realizing the top had previously been opened.

 

 

 

She watches him, a cough leaving his lips since some of it went down the wrong pipe. There was about a quarter of it left which he handed to her, his eyes telling her to drink from it too but she knew better. She placed it back where it was before and saw his expression change.

 

 

 

"Tala."

 

 

 

Her figure became blurry and his heart slowed down, his head lazily moving from side to side in a panic as he blinked a million times to clear his vision. This didn't feel right and the realization of it began gnawing at his stomach. His blood ran cold and his skin broke out into a sweat once again.

 

 

 

"Tala what did you do?"

 

 

 

His eyes roll back and his body goes limp. He's passed out for now and she sighs, not an ounce of regret but rather melancholy swirling in her gaze as she sits beside him in the bed and runs her fingers across his face in remembrance. 

 

 

 

"Why'd you have to make me do this?" She whispered, gritting her teeth together in frustration.

 

 

 

"We could've been happy, Jimin. It would've been you and I against the world." She gulps thickly, emotion like a chain tightening around her throat.

 

 

 

"If you won't take me back then there's no point in us living anymore."

 

 

 

She looked up at the ceiling, her lip wobbling as she held in tears and blinked them away. Looking at him was painful. He was like a sleeping angel. His beauty killed her and she knew there was no way she could go on like this. He left her no choice. 

 

 

 

One last heated kiss on his petal-like lips and she finally pulled herself away, going to the bathroom and sinking herself in the jacuzzi tub. She leaned her head back and sighed heavily, this decision weighing on her mind. She couldn't have him but she was damn well making sure he hurt like she was.

 

 

 

It stings, the realization of what's happening hitting her as her heart drops, the blade digging into her skin as she slits her wrists, curling into a ball and sobbing as she bleeds out. She's not sad, she's not regretful but rather happy. This is the end for her and a new beginning is soon to come.

 

 

 

Her life flashes before her eyes. So many memories she's glad she made with him and for once in a long time she feels truly happy. The weeks without him were grueling and now she knows for sure she'll have him soon enough. Dead or alive it wouldn't make a difference. Killing herself was proof of her love for him and she knew he'd understand.

 

 

 

Her eyes close and she smiles, her heart slowly beating as her breath becomes shallow and her life spills from her veins. It's agony and catharsis overwhelm her being. She slips away into darkness never to be woken up again. Not long after he wakes, sweat sticking to his skin uncomfortably and he groggily shifts, blinking his eyes rapidly since he can finally see.

 

 

 

"Tala?" He calls, her lack of presence stirring worry in his heart.

 

 

 

He quickly puts on his pants and walks into the living room. Nothing is there and he moves back into the bedroom only to realize the bathroom door is closed and the light is on.

 

 

 

"Tala? Are you in there?" He asked, knocking a few times in hopes of getting her to come out.

 

 

 

With a sigh, he rests his forehead against the door, contemplating his life and decisions leading to this awkward moment. He didn't regret anything but rather wished she would at least be beside him when he woke up. He needed her. 

 

 

 

"I know you hate me right now and I won't pretend like everything is ok between us. But please come out Tala. I need to see your face."

 

 

 

He waited a good minute before knocking again, his impatience rising. "Seriously Tala open the door. I'm not gonna hurt you."

 

 

 

Finally deciding that he'd had enough, he goes for the doorknob and twists it, realizing it was unlocked the entire time. The world slows down as his eyes fall upon her figure in the bathtub. His eyebrows pinch together as he calls out her name and moves closer to see that her arms are covered in blood. His lungs seize and he falls to the floor, covering his mouth in pure shock that makes his heart plummet.

 

 

 

"Tala!" He cries out, pulling himself together and grabbing her stiff body, shaking her by the shoulders to wake her up.

 

 

 

Her once warm and golden skin had turned grey and icy. She wasn't opening her eyes, she wasn't breathing, she wasn't moving, and she wasn't there. She was gone forever and no amount of yelling her name and begging her to come back could change that.

 

 

 

He sobbed, crawling into the tub with her and hugging her body, resting himself in her arms which he pulled around him so he could be held. Blood from her wrists had gotten on his face but he didn't care about the mess. He kissed her hands, hoping to bring her back to life but it didn't work that way. Now he understands how she felt and it makes everything hurt worse.

 

 

 

"This is my fault. My fault. My fault." He mumbles, rocking his body and keeping close to her.

 

 

 

He eyes the blade on the ledge, reaching for it, and without a minute's hesitation he reopens his wound, pressing deeper before he groans in agony, doing the same to the other. His warm blood ran down his arms and mixed with hers, the overwhelming stench of metal nauseating him. Funny how it's never bothered him until now.

 

 

 

Jimin buried his head between her breasts, finding comfort in holding her body as he slowly faded away for the last time, making sure that there was no way he'd survive this. She killed herself because of him because she knew their fate. They could never be together in a world like this. Jimin wouldn't allow it. So she made a sacrifice and asked to do the same. He did so and if they can't live together at least they'll die together.

 

 

 

It was poetic to him as much as it was grim. It was the burden of their love and he wouldn't trade it for anything. He wishes it could've worked out but he knew well enough that dying was the only way to set him and her free. They couldn't move on. No matter the weeks or months or even years that would pass, this was a love so fierce that nothing could snuff it out.

 

 

 

Not another man, not another woman, and no one in between. If it wasn't Tala he wouldn't love them. He truly needed her and the only way to prove that was to die with her and make that sacrifice. He shouldn't be alive and seeing her in such a state has taken the little bit of will he had. 

 

 

 

He's bleeding out but it's never been more beautiful like this. Dying in his woman's arms. He can feel himself slipping away and before he does he hangs on a little longer, moving to kiss her weakly and rest his face on her neck, eyes gleaming with adoration and relief before his heart stops. The sun melts away, the moon gets swallowed by the darkness, and all the stars burst into nothing with his last whisper.

 

 

 

"Forever you and I."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

🌑💄🌑💄🌑💄

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He belongs in a place like this. Cold. Dark. Every emotion that exists in this world or wherever he is courses through him like a drug. It hurts but all he can do is feel. He tries not to but this isn't his choice. Jimin knows he's gone because the place he's in is unfamiliar. A space between the living, the dead, and the lost souls that roam with nowhere to go. They simply suffer, anger and heartbreak fueling their dreadful spirits that linger like shadows in the back alleys of the city.

 

 

 

The world is black, his feet are cold and it's almost like he's stuck in limbo. But soon his vision is blinded by light. His eyes open, fresh and taking in this new world. His heart thuds slowly, like his body knows he belongs here. This is his time to shine. The spotlight catches his figure and he doesn't bother wasting his breath to utter a single word and make sure this is real. It is.

 

 

 

His bones shake and his skin prickles with the realization that this is his stage. The theater around him is empty, his blurred vision soon clearing into one frame so he can take in the sight of the sea of empty seats. For a moment he thinks a shadow catches his eye, but he pays it no mind once the macabre tune elevates around him and his body flails bonelessly.

 

 

 

Every move is perfect. He barely has to try and his feet land exactly where he wants them to. In this world, on his stage, everything is perfect. There are no expectations, no judgment, no one to stop his show and dismiss the beauty of what he's creating. All of his pain and trauma cracked his skin like that of a porcelain doll. He feels it inside even though it doesn't show.

 

 

 

He knows it's there. The demons. The voices. It will always prevail because his soul was tainted and there was no one to save him. He leaps gracefully, his bare feet gliding against the stage floor like that of a black swan swimming in the water. The shunned being. The freak. The one who's condemned. The music spurs him on. Endless. Timeless. Everything all in one place.

 

 

 

The boom of the melody vibrates in his soul and makes him feel alive, the bass of his heart thudding in his stiff chest. A gentle feather falling and blowing wherever the wind takes it. He knows in this place, in his hell, he's safe. One thing he also knows is his senses are far too heightened to mistake a singular shadow.

 

 

 

Someone is there. Someone is watching and he likes that. A crowd isn't necessary when whoever is observing him appreciates the art he's expressing. His eyes are closed but he doesn't need to see them to feel they're there. One last bravado and he opens them, reaching out to the spotlight where the crescendo dips and the theater falls into silence.

 

 

 

The being rises and the beam of heat above them catches it like a flame. Red. He sees red until the darkness moves forward. His body pulls to it, seeking its power until it freezes. All the emotions drain out of him, swirling away into a whirlpool until it's dry. He feels like he's floating when he sees her.

 

 

 

She was waiting for him. Her hands slowly clasp together now that their eyes meet, her figure at the edge of the stage where he looks down upon her, truly seeing her for the first time. The hall echoes as she claps, her praise, her presence a mere truth he happily accepts without a doubt.

 

 

 

"You're here." 

 

 

 

It's a whisper but when her hands fall back to her sides, the red of her lips pulling wider, he knows she heard him. He knows that whatever has happened in their life, before this sacred place that belonged only to them, it didn't matter like he thought it would. All that exists between them now is unrestrained love that they no longer have to kill or die for. This is the beginning of their end. Only now can they be what they truly were, what was written for them in the stars they painted. The sun and the moon. The light to his dark. The blood to his vitals. His life and his death.

 

 

 

"I keep my promises, angel."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The End

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Closed on August 15th, 2025

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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