"I can't get my mind off you, I think I might be obsessed. The very thought of you makes me want to get undressed."
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"I felt his deep passion finding an outlet at last. His kisses became from slow and sensual to more and more passionate. I felt h...
I hadn't even noticed Jimin's hands still rested on my shoulders when he drew back, stuffing them in his pockets.
"Bullshit," I hissed, my voice shaking. "I had no idea you could sink that low. Now you're straight up making scenarios just to mess with me."
Slack-jawed, Jimin stared at me for a couple seconds before his hand darted to the back of his neck, rubbing it in a frustrated manner.
"You're in denial," he mumbled, pinching the root of his nose. "I refuse to believe you can be that stupid."
"I don't trust you," I said through gritted teeth, my confidence diminishing with each passing second. As much as I didn't want to think about his words, I couldn't get over the fact that Jimin had come all this way to tell me this. He had apparently been waiting in his car for me to come home so that we could talk. My heart sank at the thought.
"I have been nothing but honest to you," he said, pausing to take a deep breath. "And I'm not the one who's lying to you."
"I can't stand here and listen to this anymore. You need to leave me alone!"
"Oh, then why don't you go and talk to Taehyung yourself? I'm quite interested in what he has to say about this."
My aggravation was reaching its peak. What Jimin had just told me had come as such a shock to me that I didn't have any time to contemplate whether it was the truth or not. My initial impulse was to deny and refuse to believe it. Taking a moment to think about it would have definitely helped, but my emotions were already running rampant. It was too late.
