Deceiver //PJM FF

Chapter 54

TaeYong entered his room while breathing with difficulty as his senses still carried the perfume he had inhaled from you and it lingered like a ghost in his mind, making him grow even more angry than he already was. 

"That Bitch!" He hissed in annoyance of your previous actions and  the audacity that you had to try and play him like that.

However if he was mad at something more than anything that was his own self and the way he behaved. He  had just left saying nothing back. Like a coward he run away to hide and he just hated the fact that he gave you that satisfaction of seeing him troubled and cornered because of you. 

"You won't get away with this Y/N. I swear that you will regret ever challenging me. No one dares to play with me." He murmured under his breath with hatred as he paced up and down on his room, his hands swiping upwards his hair, once or twice as he tried to calm down. After some minutes though of inhaling and exhaling loudly, he stopped and  allowed his body to plop on his bed , his face looking at the ceiling till that scent returned back to him.

He shook his head ,trying to push that thought away as well as the many memories that it brought back on his mind. That perfume which he used to love so much, as he would trail over her skin, as he would hug her and cuddle her .That smell that used to calm down his nerves as soon as he was in her embrace and was receiving her loving words. Oh how much he had missed it. How much he would like to have that back. 

He couldn't help but close his eyes and bring to himself what he desired . MinHee's face was brought alive in his imagination , her caring gaze looking again at him as she ones used to.Then she sat beside him and caressed his hair, before leaning in and leaving a small kiss on his forehead.It was such a sweet imagination , so real that made TaeYong bring his hand and touch his forehead, as if she had really kissed him there just now. However as he did that silly action, he got more angry at how pathetic he was being and stormed out of the bed and grabbed his coat and exited his room.

No, he couldn't stay alone right now. He couldn't stay inside with her scent haunting him like that. He needed some fresh air to collect himself and this was all because of you. This was all your fault.

---Time skip---

Jimin ruffled his wet pink hair well with the towel he had at hand as he had just taken a shower after you had went to sleep and had allowed him to go. 

It proved to be quiet a day today as his body felt the tiredness after that relaxing shower and somehow all he wanted to do was plop on his bed and fall asleep. However after he put on a shirt and hoped on bed just like he was thinking, covered warmly with his blankets , he found himself unable to put his mind to rest.

He had his eyes closed , however the scenes between you and TaeYong earlier couldn't help but flash in his mind over and over again. He had understood well what you were trying to do and truth was that he wasn't thinking badly of it. It's not that he had any saying  on it anyways but for some unexplainable reason, his problem layed elsewhere.

His mind was stuck at certain little moments that had made him grow irritated and kept annoying him till now. His hand around your waist was one of them as well as the endearing words you had exchanged . The smiles and the intense eye contacts. His lips kissing your hand. Those tiny little things that were normal and he never minded before ,seemed to have ticked something inside him tonight and awoken an unpleasant feeling.

"Just what's wrong with me tonight. Just sleep." He murmured to himself as he turned to the other side, but his imagination wasn't  planning on letting him alone.

For some strange reason, he imagined you smiling at TaeYong sweetly, caressing his cheek and looking at him with the gaze that he would catch you look at him from time to time and he couldn't help but get so irritated that he kicked his blankets off of him and stood in a seating position, exhaling loudly.

"Ah, this won't do. I need to exercise ." He got out of bed immediately , not hesitating to get down to any activity that would keep his thoughts away of the stupid ,absurd things he was thinking.

"That's so  rediculous! Pfft. She hates him. That would never happen..." He started murmuring as he was doing some intense push ups on the floor till he suddenly halted his movements ,realizing what he was just saying.

"Not that it matters to me. Of course not! After i finish  my job, they can do whatever they want." He added to his previous sentence but for some reason he didn't seem to have convinced his own self and that made him irritated enough to start doing the push ups  more quickly while adding difficulty to them, by making quick jumps and clapping his hands before his palms would again stabilise themselves on the wooden floor and keep his body away from colliding with the floor.

Obviously his eager pace didn't last long since he got tired and found himself puffing and huffing at the side of his bed,  his head leaned backwards on it. Jimin stood there for a while ,till his breathing started to calm down but as his breaths became more silent, it was easier for him to hear his heart beat ringing rapidly in his ears and he couldn't help but dislike the sound.

It was beating faster than usual because of the work out. It was beating faster than usual because he had rushed with the exercises and that was the only reason. Or so he repeated in his head again and again till he looked down for a moment , then grabbed his phone from his commode and took a look at the time.

It was almost midnight and most of people should be sleeping. You must be sleeping too so it might sound a bit absurd that he wanted to see you suddenly. He had that craving inside him which was hard to deny. That weird feeling that can randomly make you get up and drive miles away just to see someone you wanted to see. That unexplainable desire to be at the same space with someone, despite the fact that you may not exchange any words with them or they may not even look your way. 

I should read a book.

He told himself as he stood up and got again in bed, his phone on his hands in which started browsing the internet for something to read. He found himself scrolling down of a list of recommendations he found as he wasn't sure of which book would be a good choice to start reading then his thumb suddenly halted at the title of a book which appeared on his screen.

It was non other than the well known play written by William Shakespeare , Romeo and Juliet and he couldn't help but recall the conversation you had with him on the library some time ago, related to this book which you had happened to have at hand.

Now he had a clearer view of why you didn't seem much fond of love as most examples of it around you had crumbled and proven to be fake, bringing nothing but heartbreak and disappointments and somehow he wished to change that belief of yours but he also knew that he could not do any better.

He could not be sincere towards you, nor he was allowed to really love you in any way as that would bring nothing but  personal trouble for him and his guilt was more than enough to take out of all this mess when it was to be over. His heart would have been too much to risk in this game as he already knew the outcome of it all , yet here he was ,with that desire crawling under his skin, sneakily tempting him to open up. To get out of his room and come see you. 

A force that at the beginning he managed to ignore, play it off as if it didn't exist till it grew so powerful that he just couldn't stand staying there anymore while you were so close to his reach. Just a look and nothing more, he wasn't going to wake you up nor talk to you. Just a moment was all he told himself as he got up and slowly, slipped out of his room.

---To be continued....