He steps closer and now he's standing in front of me. Eyes looking intensely at me like he's staring deep into my soul and I can't seem to look away.
He leans his face closer to mine, "You look scared, Noona." He grazes the back of his hand against...
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Jimin's P.O.V.
It's been a few days since we celebrated my birthday. I sigh and run a hand through my hair.
I have been avoiding her because I feel like I'm getting too attached to her and I don't want that.
You want that.
Oh shut up!
My subconscious can sometimes really be a pain in the ass.
Like you aren't.
I grunted and rolled over my bed then laid on my back, facing the ceiling. I place my arm under my head and the other one over my abdomen.
I don't know how to explain this but....she affects me in ways that I find myself either losing control or morph into something that pleases her.
Ugh! I've lost my mind.
I know that there's something between us that even she can feel it. But I don't know if it's wrong or right, whatever we are doing.
It's like a forbidden sin that I can't stop myself from committing. She's my guilty pleasure and somewhere in my heart I know I don't regret it.
Sometimes I find myself staring at her or listening to her, it's calming for some reasons, the way she moves her hands a lot to express herself or the way she cutely scrunches her nose and her dramatic reactions.
I unconsciously smile at the thought.
Or sometimes I just wanna pin her against the wall and have my way with her. Other times when I can't express myself, I act out rudely and every time my heart stops me before it gets out of control sometimes I listen to it, sometimes I don't.
Ugh!
I run a hand through my hair and ruffle them, pulling it over my head. I blew the bangs away from my eyes and kept staring at the ceiling.
She doesn't deserve this.
At first, I even thought about letting her go so she won't have to deal with my stuck-up ass, I would've talked to mom about that but now when this thought crosses my mind, it feels like my heart is being squeezed and I can't breathe.
Being with me will only make her life hell, I need to get her out of my head before it's too late.
Running a hand through my hair, I sigh.
Why is this so fucking complicated?!
Why couldn't I be normal? Why couldn't we meet in other circumstances?
