Member: Jimin Title: Blurry Vision Genre: Dark, melancholic (a bit disturbing) *Mature* Topic: Imagine what you would do with your boyfriend if it were a BTS member. :) Hope you enjoy!
Blurry Vision It was a blurred vision. Utterly frenzied but ecstatic. Some may even go as far as to say that it was aesthetic but broken, in its way. Beautifully damned.
It was past midnight. The moon shone brightly in the dark sky. Y/n drew steady breaths in the arms of her lover. Teary eyes shut in resignation with a tranquil mind that skipped through a thousand memories. Painful, stoic, unforgiving, and dear. All of them; unwantedly special.
Of course, anything seemed perfect in his arms, in his words, and his actions. Jimin's strong hands enveloped her tiny waist. He straddled her in his long arms. Seeking the remains of her distinguished scent and perhaps her personality.
He turned her around to face him. He cooed, "It's ok bay-bee. Don't worry. Nothing is going to hurt you anymore." She replied sobbingly with her face still pressed to his clothed chest. "No, no, no, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm stupid. Hit me, beat me. Do it but please don't go."
Jimin smiled, "To my prettiest bay-bee, it's not your fault, you are not stupid. It's for the best. You don't deserve this. You don't deserve me." Y/n fumbled for words, "B-b-but, but-t you said it was my fault. I don't want this, just please forge-"
He cut her mid-sentence with his hands caressing her hair. She squirmed underneath his touch. Burying herself furthermore into his chest. "Look up, let's finish this.", he demanded. No response.
Finally, Jimin pulled Y/n's chin upwards. He held her stained cheeks in his grip, eliciting a pained moan from her. He did not let go.
"It's for the best." "But why?" He chuckled sardonically, "Why, you ask. Hmm. Don't those razor cuts or swelled wounds say enough? I let you cut yourself to pieces and mark you with the deepest shades of blue. Isn't that a reason enough?"
''I will change, I promise. Just please do-" His expression contorted into that of anger and he gripped her tighter.
"Can't you see darlin'? It's me. I, Park Jimin did this to you. I degraded you to fit my reality, to satisfy myself. I made you so vulnerable and consumable. It felt powerful and wondrous. Watching the blood drip down your milky white skin, ripping your soul to shreds. Breaking your ankles, clavicle, and your heart. Again, and again. One of my many fondest memories."
She started crying. Relentless drabness. "Do you recall that one time I had forced you to say that you were stupid and worthless? Recorded it and made you hear till it was all you could think or speak. Lost are those times, honey."
Y/n wriggled herself out of his grip. As she crawled towards the edge of the bed, he pulled her back in.
"Don't you want to know why it's not fun anymore or why I'm letting you go?" She nodded meekly. "It's because I LOVE YOU! I love you with every inch of me. You are immersed in the very depths of my despair, lust, hunger, and happiness. I breathe you; I dream of you. I desire you. I want you."
Y/n felt electrocuted. She couldn't believe it. In all the years they had been together, he had never shown any sincere commitment. Her mouth was ajar, a quavering oval. She felt short of breath. Plummeting down, down, down.
"In all these years you were right here, and I couldn't look behind your china doll appearance. But you make me crazy, wild." He cupped her face in his hands. "You make me abusive..." His fingers traced her jawline, skiing down her neck, "You make me criminal."
His eyes gleamed hints of evil and pity. He held her wrists in his hands. "On your knees." She obeyed.
Jimin put her hands on his thighs. Slowly his hands traveled up her torso, stroking a wave of undenied arousal. He set her back whenever her hands left his thighs. "You like this, don't you Y/n?" She hummed in response.
Wrapping his legs around her, he pulled her closer. Darting his tongue closer to her lips, he landed a small kiss on her cheek. Soft kisses and pastel skies. Trailing down kisses as his hands worked their way up to her ribs.
"What about now?" he inquired as his fingers pressed into her fragile structure. Embedding red prints. "Please, don't." "What about this?" He pushed her back and pinned her arms over her head.
"Remind me what comes next," he stated humorously. She shut her eyes in defeat and her breathing slowed. A stream of water leaked her eyes. "Uugh! I hate it when you cry. It makes me weak and guilty. I don't like to see you like this. Kills all the thrill."
She kept her eyes closed. "It hates me to see my loved one in pain." Breathe, breathe breathe, you can do it. "Why don't I end it all together?" he whispered in her ear.
He lifted her skirt. Stripped her underwear and integrity. As he inserted his member inside her, she shrieked in pain. The pain of newfound love. The pain of torture. The pain of you. "Shhhh... it's ok." She opened her eyes. It was a blurred vision. Utterly frenzied but ecstatic.
"Some may even go as far as to say that it was aesthetic but broken, in its way. Beautifully damned," he remarked as he pulled out. She lay awake, utterly aware of him, herself, and the blood which so generously flowed down her thighs soaking the freshly washed linen.
"You are mine and will be forever. I will let you leave but if you wind up here again then there is no holding back on our love story." He kissed her forehead and wished her goodnight.
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