The Playboy's Diary ✔️

9. conтaмιnaтed

conтaмιnaтed

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"J-Jimin!"
I shouted, pulling myself away from him. His eyes shot open, and he blinked rapidly, his eyes landing on me.

"W-What is it? What happened? Are you okay?"
He asked with a worried look on his face, but he also looked a little annoyed.

"N-No! I am not okay! You...you...you kissed me you pervert!"
I blurted out in annoyance, immediately running out of the room, feeling the familiar heat rise to my cheeks.

jιмιn pov

I pressed my fingers against my lips, where Y/N's lips were just a moment ago. I could still feel her soft lips on mine...no wonder it felt so real. I was dreaming that me and Y/N got into an argument and...

I licked my lips, tasting her sweet lip balm, driving me insane. Swiftly, I got up and ran to find her.

I caught her just before she left, grasping her hand, spinning her around to face me. She was trapped between me and the door.

"J-Jimin...you seem perfectly fine, so I can leave now."
She went to grab the door handle, but I stopped her. Her face was now inches away from mine, making my heart race. She was so gorgeous up close, her sparkling eyes and some strands of her dark hair falling onto her face, making her look even more desirable and irresistible.

"Actually, I still feel very sick, and if I kissed you, that means I contaminated you with my illness, meaning that you have to stay here, so you can't go outside and get even more ill or spread the illness."
I gave her a full reason not to leave, but all she did was respond with...

"It was just a peck...I'm not sick. I need to...go and disinfect my mouth though."
I smirked in response, smashing my lips onto hers, making her gasp, giving my the chance to slip my tongue in her mouth. She placed her hands on my chest, but didn't push me away, which made me more eager. I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I then pushed her against the wall, grinding myself onto her with passion. Her heavy breaths mixed with mine, as her hands made their way to my hair, pulling on it, turning me on even more.

y/n pov

What Jimin did surprised me, but I couldn't help but melt into him. I have definitely fallen into his trap, yet I have never been so excited, nervous and greedy in all my life. I wanted him the moment he pressed his lips on mine, and now I couldn't push the urges away. My brain and body were battling each other.

"Jimin."
I moaned accidentally, however, he replied with a groan, kissing me passionately. His hands held me tightly, my hands now in his hair. I had lost all rationality. I was too engulfed into him, but it must stop. I can't. I shouldn't. I turned my head to the side, in attempt to stop him from kissing me, but he just kissed and sucked on my neck, not showing any sign of stopping.

"Jimin..."
I gasped out.

"Yes baby?"
He responded, kissing my neck.

"stop it."
I laughed as it tickled where he was licking and sucking on my neck. He gave me one last peck, before stopping to look at me. His plump lips were swollen from kissing. His hair was ruffled by my hands. He bit his lip glaring at me.

"If you weren't contaminated before, you definitely are now."
He whispered into my ear, nibbling it before putting me down, kissing my forehead. I'm definitely contaminated.

Actually, he doesn't even look sick anymore. Redness returned to his lips and the light in his eyes was ablaze. Maybe he passed his infection onto me-the infection being his obsession with kissing, that is.

I want him, but I can't. Memories of what he did to Jennie were now in my head, and the fact that he was just playing me hurts, so I need to get out before it gets worse. He sets me down and I cup his cheeks, smiling softly. His eyes sparkled as they looked into mine. God, what was he doing to me?

"Jimin, can I...have a glass of water?"
I know it's a dumb excuse, but it was all I could think of. He smiled back and chuckled a bit, nodding his head.

"Anything you want."
He says before going into his kitchen, giving me the chance to escape. I felt so bad, yet he was the one playing me.

jιмιn pov

Nothing could wipe the smile of my face, I just made out with my crush. My only crush. Fuck...she turned me on so much. I glanced down to see that I was hard. Even just kissing her, made me like this. It was infectious, her touch was infectious. Suddenly, a door closing brought me out of my thoughts. I turned off the tap, carrying the glass of water with me, stopping in my tracks when I see no trace of Y/N anywhere. She...left? My heart aches and I even felt tears well in my eyes. This is how it feels to be played huh? Well shit. This fucking sucks.

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It all started with that dream that came true, until she left me. Alone. Needy. And hurt. It never hurt me this much before...no girl has ever hurt me like this. I fucking hate it. But at the same time I fucking love the way her body moulds into mine as we made out. She was so hot, and I couldn't get enough. When she moaned out my name...I lost it. I felt like the happiest man, I would do anything for her. Like I was under a spell. So dazed to even realise she was playing me? When I was the player. I mean...who couldn't fall for those beautiful eyes, and her hair that I wanted to see my hands entangled in. Shit...I'm just making myself more needy now. She isn't doing this to me. She isn't the player, I am. I have always been the player. I can't let this girl ruin me. I won't.

Y/N was an experiment gone wrong, in a way. I just needed to get her out of my system so I can become myself again. The self that I was known for-the self my friends cheered and the self peers wanted to be. Y/N wasn't going to kill him. Not now, not ever.

I set down the pen, my hand hurting from letting my rapid emotions out on paper.

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a/n: edιтed хoх