Dark Obsessions- A BTS Jungkook X Reader fanfic Part 3 of 4
Note: Hiii everyone! I’ve finally posted part 3 and you may have noticed that i’ve put part 3 of 4. This is because part 3 is too long and I had to cut it down into two parts, i’m really sorry for any confusion, initially I only wanted it to be 3 parts so yeah, four parts guys.
~Secondly I want to say a big BIG thank you to everyone who read, liked, reblogged, followed and gave me awesome feedback on my last post, it means so much to me that you stuck by this fanfic and I really didn’t expect such a positive response :) Thank you all so so much, ily all, I hope you enjoy part 3, i’m not too sure about it to be honest with you, it’s quite longer than I expected but anyways i’ll shut up now. Fighting!!!
Rated: M, read at your own risk
Genre: Rough-ish, angry smut, little bit of angst and fluff.
Word count: 10,770
One month later
Jimin was attacking you with his whisky coated lips resulting in a gasp of surprise from his bold action. You responded, your hands tightly fisting the collar of his t-shirt and roughly pulling him closer so he had no escape. Your mind grew misty with darkness and yet you continued kissing and biting his soft lips with the desperation to feel numb. Forget him, forget him. None of it made sense but you didn’t care because nothing really mattered to you at that moment. Forget him
20 minutes earlier.
The dark shadow passed silently through the cigarette smoke-filled house; eyes wandering around the crowd of strangers. Anxious. Searching. Uninterested glances from the older strangers were sent to your direction as you pushed your way through the pack of sweaty bodies and towards the stairs.
Desperate to escape the toxic fumes and the loud music, you only became more immersed in it as you moved up the staircase of Namjoon’s crowded house.
Why am I here again? Stumbling on the final step, smoke seeped through your burgundy red lips, engulfing your little black dress in its vile poison but you didn’t really care.
Your foolish heart had already been filled to the brim with poison long ago, consumed by the venomous and dirty obsession of one, dark eyed boy. It hadn’t recovered and it never would; he was permanently branded on every inch of your vulnerable body.
He made sure of that.