.

.

.

Time ticks off, you wait quietly, watching him catching his breath and nuzzle his face deep into your cleavage after pulling you up and letting you lean on the wall, inhaling and licking your skin, grazing his teeth, nibbling the edge of your areola before pulling away.

The moment your eyes meet with him this time, he is smiling a content smile, turning his head to look around,
"Phew. We aren't caught, luckily."

You glance around anxiously, no one in sight.

"Y/n?" He calls.

"Yes?" You bring your attention back to him, watching him looking up into your eyes, "Don't you miss our home?"

"Ho...me? Your home, master?"

"No. Our home. I wanna go back as soon as possible, spend some time with you. We can go to the amusement park again. Tell Jin hyung that you miss home." He says, waiting patiently to see if you catch the bait.

"The last time we went amusement park, master, you were screaming your lungs out-"

"Yah. I screamed only to hype you up! What an ungrateful brat. Tsk," he rolls his eyes, only to make your lips burst into a grin.

"I absolutely believe that, master. But why I have to ask him? Can't we go home if we wish to?" he pulls away, running his fingers through his hair and sighing,

"He doesn't let me because he's apparently worried about you being abused and well, getting pregnant. He should know I'm not into that shit. Or maybe I'm, you'd look extra pretty while being breeded by me," he clears his throat midway, "anyways, he's been like this after so long. Maybe because he recently returned. Shall we go back tomorrow? I'm fed up of sneaking around only to have a taste of what's mine."

"I...I will ask him, master. Tomorrow, it is?" You confirm.

"Yes. Tomorrow. If he doesn't listen I'm going to kidnap you off from here, I swear," he speaks, reaching out to caress your cheek, but that's when you observe the look in his eyes.

Strangely enough, it's starting to feel like he is finally looking at you. Even if he looked at you before, his eyes felt distant, as if he's trying to find someone or something hidden deep inside you.

But again, when he looked at you while being intimate, it again did feel like he is just looking only at you. No one else. Just you.

So basically, he looks at me sincerely only when he's fxcking me?

You unknowingly scoff at that thought, resulting in Jimin's eyebrows narrowing,

"This is one of the very few times that you're looking at me without sincerity. You know? You look at me as if I'm the only human existing in this world. As if you do not have the ability to see beyond me. It's exciting. Makes me want to be worth it." He leans in, brushing his lips at your earlobe, whispering,

"Makes me want to be a good man who fxcks you bad, y/n." He observes the blood rising to your cheeks without having to look, and that never failed to excite him.

"Master . . .can you. . ." You trail off.

Can you manage to see me with sincerity too? Without having to fxck me? Is it possible?

All my life, that stepmother of mine made sure that I never think.

Quit thinking. You don't get the privilege to think. Just follow orders and you will not be punished.

That was what I was fed with since time immemorial. That whenever I do think now, I almost feel like I'm committing a sin. I almost feel like I'm going to make things worse.

"Y/n?" Jimin rubs the pad of his thumb over your cheek, the sensation of water on your cheek making you realise that your eyes are brimming with tears.

"Can I what, y/n? Hm?" You find him wrapping you into his embrace once again, pecking the crown of your head and running his palm up and down back,

"Say the word. I can give you anything you want." He lets out, finding you slumping into his embrace.

"Nothing more than this. I don't think I'm capable of getting anything more than this. Just don't trade me up, keep making me feel like a worthless human. All I want is the feeling of being a human, regardless of what comes before it. Prostitute human, slutty human, useless human, anything. My stepmom always used to call me a thing," you chuckle while mumbling into his chest.

The pathetic feeling coming to no end.

"I have been strict with you, perhaps I wanted you to not get your hopes up about what we could be or become. Surprisingly enough, I've come to realise that you're hopeless, y/n. How ironic, I'm hopeless when it comes to a person too. But you know, being hopeless about yourself is the worst of all things a person can do to themselves. If being with me the way we are, with no strings and romantic feelings attached, if you could indeed get some hope, I'd gladly give it to you," he says, leaning closer and tapping your cheek as he continues,

"I'm cruel and I love it that way. I wouldn't be a mafia if I wasn't cruel. No matter what you go through, it could never make me feel sad or sympathetic. You must be knowing that by now. I don't have the emotion of sympathy, neither for myself nor for you," he grins, looking in your eyes with an evil glint in his own,

"I wish I made you like this instead of that stepmother of yours, because at the end, I would've also taught you how to be selfish and crazy, when to crawl and when to bite. Oh, y/n, the person I'm going to meld you into. You should keep swallowing daddy's cxm so much more often, that'd fill some confidence into that little body of yours," with that, he's ruffling your hair, watching you roll your eyes and look away.

"Uh huh? Someone's learning to use various human expressions? Hm? The only time I've seen those eyes roll was when I slide my tip inside you." He continues to tease, grinning wider.

"I thought we were having a deep conversation," you mutter, looking at him.

"Not yet, if we need to have deep conversations, I must be deep inside you, yeah? That's when it'd actually be deep. Let your pretty cxnt suck me deep inside yourself and we can have deep conversations as long as you want," this time, he taps your lips.

You glance down between his legs, blinking at the prominent bulge in his pants, making you swiftly look back at him.

He presses himself into you, pressing your back against the wall while doing so,

"Yes, y/n. Yes, I fxcking am hard. All because you talk so pretily, roll those pretty eyes of yours even more beautifully and obey me so well. I'm not a man who's ashamed or hesitant to agree that I'm hard because of my pretty little girl," he pushes himself harder, hissing lowly,

"You feel it? Yeah babygirl?" his actions jolt you up, earning a suppressed moan from you in return which satisfies him just enough.

"Yes, like that. You moan like that for daddy."

You take in a deep breathe, quickly fixing your dress up while he does the same when both of you hear some voices coming from a far corner.

Someone is coming here.

"Let's go somewhere," jimin's fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling you along and walking out of the mansion where a car is waiting for him, he opens the front door, urging you in and walking over to get himself seated right beside you, at the driver's seat.

He rolls his sleeves up, grabbing the steering wheel with one hand while landing the other at your thighs, squeezing them.

"Where are we going?" You ask out of curiosity, only to make him wink at you and take off.

Time passes by, his fingers caressing and squeezing your thighs while you watch out of the window. Mesmerized & full of curiosity.

Looking outside the window while travelling is the best feeling ever. It makes you feel like you genuinely are alive.

Truth be said, the only time you get to feel those adrenaline rushes and feeling of being alive and breathing is either because of the car window or the orgasms. Both experienced for the first time through the man driving beside you.

You smile a wide smile, one that's rare and sincere. That makes you feel a little less worthless. Makes you feel as if you do exist, that's exactly why you get to witness this subtle breeze and the passing people.

All these people must be having their own story too.

Do I have a story as Min?

Or did I become a story because of Min? Am I truly her? Am I a person of my own? With an identity of my own? Will I ever get to be one?

I'm going to wait. Wait until I genuinely feel her, feel someone called Min existing in me. People are scary and shouldn't be trusted.

But I'm so afraid of encountering her. . .

I don't want to be Min, I want to stay with the identity I have struggled and survived with.

Maybe it's all lies. No. Nah. I'm not Min. I'm not going to believe what Jin hyung said. Yes.

I can still get his help. I can get rid of all the unstability and uncertainity. I can go to US or whatever that place is with Jin hyung and marry whoever I want to, just like he said.

But humans don't do favours without a cause. If there's anything I ever learned in life, it is that one must not take favours they cannot return back.

I don't feel like so with Jimin master. Why? Because he feeds me, gives me a shed to live under & takes care of my basic physical needs, in return, I obey him and please him, both mentally and physically. That facts makes me feel undebted to him.

If someone had the ability to hear my thoughts, they would scrunch their noses with disgust. They would call me pathetic and weak. They'd think I'm immature and pathetic. They would even probably say that I'm dumb and that I can just go with Jin and do a job or study or work part time and pay him back later. No. That might be an easy task or doable task for them, but not for me. Not for someone who's lived in dark, who's been abused and suppressed all their life.

I cannot do that & I'm not ashamed to admit my incompetence due to my circumstances.

I'd rather be with Master to whom I can pay back and feel at ease with rather than Jin hyung who'd only be spending and taking care of me.

I cannot even sleep with hyung or anyone as a matter of fact. I've grown used and comfortable to Jimin master's touch and I do not want more of different people touching me trauma.

I wonder, if anyone could read my thoughts, would they side with me? Understand me, even a little bit?

Will they?

Your chain of thoughts break when you feel a quick slap on your inner thigh, making you jump in your seat and glance at Jimin.

You glance back at the window.

The car stopped. When?

"Alive, little miss?" Jimin asks, lifting an amused brow as he continues with a playful grin,

"You're finally learning to think. Seems like swallowing my load is helping you well."

You fake cough at his statement, looking back at him,
"Where are we?"

Jimin doesn't answer. He just gets out, walking over to your side and opening your side of door. Once you step out, you're greeted with fresh breeze and a setting sun. It's starting to get dark already as he walks you into a park.

You take in a deep breathe, watching all the lights decorating the place.

You smell sea. Water.

"Where-"

"Han River. It's Han River. I used to always come here with my friends. It's been awhile now though. Let's go and sit on the benches," he says while walking ahead upto the area having benches, a little part of the river visible through the railings at the end of the park.

You sit alongwith him, stretching your arms and grinning from ear to ear at the peace this place holds.

I wanna stay here forever.

Then you smell something more, something delicious, and your eyes swiftly jerk in that direction.

Jimin chuckles,
"Tteokboki. It's tteokboki. I think there are dumplings and Bungeoppang too."

You slurp the drool filling your mouth. The names gave you deja vú.

Your cravings skyrocketed.

"Fine. I'll buy some for us. Stay right here, I'll be back soon!" Jimin says, a tad bit excited himself as he rushes over to the street food stalls lining the road.

"Fine! I'll buy some for us! Stay right here Min! I'll be back soon!" You hear Jimin.

Min?

You see a little boy rushing away from you, waddling his way off.

He looks like . . .Jimin.

How Jimin would probably look in his childhood.

"Min! The food is here!" You hear two more boys giggling and running towards you, carrying small plastic bags in their hands.

"Ayyyy! Look what we brought for our princess??" you see them hopping in joy.

One looks like Jin, unlike Jimin, he's not a literal baby, probably 12 years old?

While the other boy has a very familiar boxy smile.

Taehyung . . .?

"Y/n!" You jolt away, grabbing your head and almost falling off the bench when Jimin grabs your arm and pulls you on his lap.

Your breathing is heavy. Chest heaving up and down, face covered in sweat as you blink, seeing the current version of Jimin you know.

You reach out to poke his cheek.

He's real.

Whom did I see just now?

You quickly glance around.

Where did those two boys go?

"Y/n!" Jimin taps your cheek numerous times, as if he's trying to get you out of a trance and you do.

It was a memory.

A very old and deep hidden memory.

Does that mean . . .?

"Are you alright? What's wrong y/n?" He inquires.

You find it a better option to play it off cool. So, you shake your head,
"I-It's nothing." You mumble.

Jimin reaches out to cup your cheek with one hand, caressing it with his thumb.

"It's alright. Calm down. I had a plan for today. For us." He says.

"For us? What? Why did we come here though?" You ask, wanting to change the topic.

Jimin takes in a deep breathe, he wraps his other arm around your waist and pulls you closer,

"Now that you're so close to me, I might just do it." He says, reaching out to pull a little box out of his pocket.

He brings it in front of you, opening it and showing you the pretty little butterfly shaped ring inside the box.

"A ring?" You speak out.

"Y/n . . ." Jimin starts, taking in another deep breathe as his grip over the ring box tightens,

"Will you marry me?"

A/n-

Word Count: 2.626k

Is Jimin finally becoming a good boy?

Is y/n really Min?

Stay tuned to find out.

*whispers* To get to read the chapters before anyone else and much more exclusive content from Obey Me, dm me on my insta ( @Auth0ralphajk )

Do leave lots of comments, of any type to help me know my readers opinions.

Until we meet again.
-Author Alpha JK.