I laid my head on the pillow, pulling the blanket up to my chest.
I still smiled widely. Damn, that song. Aish! Damn it.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but that song came to mind again. And then I remembered the way he told me about that, and our faces were too close to each other. I was dumbfounded at first. And then the way he smirked and said that was just a song.
Aish, damn it, damn it.
I sniffed the air and tried to go to sleep for real.
Something came to mind, and my eyes opened immediately. I quickly got up, sat down, and bit my lips.
I just remembered what I was doing to him. The photo of him that I sent to Nara.
What if he's going to get mad at me when he finds it?
I pinched my eyes closed and cursed at myself for being so fucking stupid.
What if Nara called him again at midnight?
I didn't think very long about the consequences. Aish, I was just so stupid.
I remembered him leaving his phone in the storeroom's box. Was it still there?
I got off the bed and walked out of the room.
I went into the store room, turned on the light, and walked towards the box I meant.
What a disappointment; it wasn't here.
I bit my lower lip and sighed. If I hadn't come up with this stupid idea, I wouldn't be like this.
Suddenly, something fell off, and I was startled. It was one of the boxes in the room.
I turned my head around to see if there was something else here.
Nothing.
No wind, no force—how the fuck did it fall off?
I started to feel the chill in my spine when I remembered it was about 3 a.m.
What the fuck was I doing here at this time in this fucking big house, and it was even my first time here?
I quickly exited this room and returned to his house's long corridor.
I felt the shock of the cold wind across my back, and my feet froze.
There was nothing else in my head except that thing.
I walked fast, then felt rushed by energy, so I finally ran.
I went back into the room, closing the door, and quickly slumped on the bed.
I pulled the blanket up over my head.
God, I swear there was something else living in this house.
It made sense because he said he rarely lived here. I bet he bought this house to ease his visit with Jihoon. But it was kind of stupid to buy a big house when he was away most of the time.
The chill won't dissipate. I pinched my eyes closed and tried to sleep. But with my heart beating loudly, I couldn't do so.
I tried to control my mind and my chest. It could be that I was just overthinking.
But not too long later, I gave up, quickly got out, and went into Taehyung's room.
I turned my head toward the bed. I saw him sleeping in the middle of his bed. But still, there was room on both sides.
I got into his blanket and laid at the end of the bed, keeping a distance between us.
But still, I need to feel the presence of someone here. So, I ran my leg over his.
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Obsession [Taehyung FF]
Fan FiktionY?N, a Big Hit makeup artist who has a romantic relationship with a psychopath idol, Kim Taehyung. One day, she decides to end her romantic relationship once she realizes the toxicity of the relationship. But is it going to be easy?