After the sign book event, Jasmine and I decided to grab dinner at her favorite sushi place. "I've been craving sushi all week," she exclaimed with excitement. Despite my dislike for sushi, I couldn't resist her enthusiasm. "Sure, I'm up for some sushi," I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. As we walked to the restaurant, Jasmine chatted excitedly about her favorite rolls and sushi dishes.

"Have you ever tried sushi before?" she asked me curiously. "Not really my thing, but I'm willing to give it a shot," I admitted with a smile, wanting to please her.

As we sat down at the sushi restaurant, the strong smell of raw fish overwhelmed me, and I struggled to hide my discomfort. Jasmine eagerly ordered a variety of sushi rolls, and I forced myself to take small bites, trying not to show my aversion. With each bite, I fought the urge to gag, determined not to disappoint her. Despite my efforts, I could feel my stomach churning, and I prayed that she wouldn't notice my discomfort.

"Don't force yourself. You and Taehyung are the same. You both hate sushi," Jasmine said, offering me a reassuring smile.

Jasmine's words brought a wave of relief over me. "Really? I didn't know Taehyung feels the same way about sushi," I replied, trying to mask my discomfort with a smile. Deep down, I felt grateful for her understanding, knowing that I wouldn't have to force myself to eat something I disliked just to please her.

"I thought you both are best friends?" she questioned me, her eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"True, we are best friends," I acknowledged, nodding. "But oddly enough, sushi never made it onto our friendship menu. We had our own preferences when it came to food, and sushi just wasn't one of them. But hey, there's always a first time for everything, right?" I flashed her a reassuring smile, hoping to ease any concerns she might have had about our culinary compatibility.

"So, tell me about you and Taehyung. How you meet him?"

"Well, Taehyung and I met back in college," I began, reminiscing about those early days. "We were in the same class, and I remember we instantly hit it off. We bonded over our shared love for basketball and video games, and before we knew it, we were practically inseparable. From late-night study sessions to weekend adventures, we did everything together."

I paused, reflecting on our journey from acquaintances to best friends. "Our friendship grew stronger over the years, and even after college, we remained close. Taehyung has always been there for me through thick and thin, and I'm grateful to have him in my life."

I glanced at Jasmine, hoping she found our story intriguing. "What about you? How did you and Taehyung meet?"

"I met Taehyung in New York. I was one of his patients," Jasmine clarified.

"Oh, so you met Taehyung at the hospital?" I asked, intrigued by this new piece of information.

Jasmine nodded, her expression taking on a more serious tone. "Yes, I was going through a rough time back then. I had just moved to New York, and the stress of starting a new job, combined with some personal issues, was really taking a toll on me. I was struggling with my mental health, and that's when I met Taehyung."

She paused, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "Taehyung was my psychiatrist at the time. He was incredibly kind and understanding, always there to listen without judgment. He helped me through some of the darkest moments of my life, and I'll always be grateful to him for that."

Listening to Jasmine's story, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for the feelings I harbored towards her. She had been through so much, and Taehyung had played a crucial role in her recovery. Yet, here I was, consumed by my own selfish desires.

"Did you fall in love with him?"

"I did," she admitted, her eyes sparkling with emotion. "At first, I was hesitant because of my past trauma, but Taehyung showed me so much patience and understanding. He was always there for me, helping me through my struggles and never once giving up on me. Eventually, I realized that he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with."

"You mentioned that Taehyung is clingy, but honestly, I think I'm the one who's clingy," Jasmine corrected herself with a smile.

Jasmine chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I guess we both have our moments of being clingy," she replied with a playful smile. "But I wouldn't have it any other way. It's comforting to know that we have each other's backs, especially during the tough times."

"I know it sounds weird, but can you stay over at my place?" Jasmine's request caught me off guard. "Don't get me wrong. Ever since Taehyung left, I've felt like someone's been watching me." The air suddenly felt suffocating.

Jasmine's words lingered in the air, hanging heavy with an unspoken tension. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to process her unexpected request. "Stay at your place?" I repeated, feeling a knot form in my stomach.

She nodded, her expression earnest. "Yeah, just for tonight. I know it might seem strange, but ever since Taehyung left, I've been feeling... uneasy. Like someone's been watching me."

A shiver ran down my spine at her words, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over me. "Have you seen anything? Or anyone?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She shook her head slowly, her eyes clouded with apprehension. "No, nothing concrete. Just this... unsettling feeling, you know?"

I nodded, though the unease in my gut only grew stronger. "Of course, I understand," I replied, though the truth was, I couldn't quite wrap my head around her request. "I'll stay over tonight. Just to make sure you're okay."

A small, grateful smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and for a moment, I almost forgot about the turmoil swirling inside me. "Thank you, Jungkook. I really appreciate it."

But as we finished our meal and left the restaurant, a sense of foreboding settled over me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to take a dangerous turn.

The thought of revealing the truth to Jasmine filled me with dread. How would she react when she discovered that I was the one watching her, the one who had been keeping a close eye on her every move? Would she be terrified? Angry? Betrayed?

I couldn't bear the idea of seeing the fear and mistrust in her eyes, knowing that I was the cause of it all. But at the same time, I couldn't continue living this double life, pretending to be her friend while secretly harboring these twisted desires.

As we walked back to her house, the weight of my deception hung heavy on my shoulders, threatening to suffocate me. I knew that the truth would eventually come out, and I dreaded the inevitable confrontation that would follow.

But for now, I pushed aside my guilt and resolved to protect Jasmine at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing my own happiness in the process. After all, I was the one who had brought this darkness into her life, and it was up to me to make things right, no matter the cost.

The parallels between Joe from the Netflix series "You" and my own obsession with Jasmine were undeniable. Like Joe, I found myself consumed by thoughts of Jasmine, unable to shake her from my mind no matter how hard I tried. Every moment of my day was filled with thoughts of her, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of possessiveness and entitlement towards her.

But unlike Joe, I was acutely aware of the wrongness of my actions. I knew that my obsession with Jasmine was unhealthy and dangerous, and yet I couldn't seem to break free from its grasp. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to stop, to walk away before things spiraled out of control, but I was unable to resist the pull of my dark desires.

As I watched Joe's story unfold on screen, I couldn't help but see myself reflected in his actions and motivations. Like him, I was driven by an insatiable hunger for control and possession, unable to see the object of my affection as anything other than a prize to be won.

But deep down, I knew that my obsession with Jasmine was not love, but something far more sinister. It was a twisted fantasy born out of loneliness and insecurity, a desperate attempt to fill the void inside me with someone else's presence.

And as I continued to spiral further into darkness, I couldn't help but wonder if there was any hope for redemption, or if I was destined to become just another villain in someone else's story.

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As I stepped into Jasmine's house, a sense of familiarity washed over me. I couldn't help but smile when I spotted Taehyung's dog, Yeontan, wagging his tail in excitement. Despite the situation, it was comforting to see a familiar face, even if it belonged to a furry friend.

Yeontan bounded over to me, his tail wagging furiously as he sniffed my hand. I crouched down to scratch behind his ears, feeling a pang of guilt for what I was about to do. Taehyung had entrusted me with Jasmine's safety, and here I was, planning to betray that trust in the most egregious way possible.

But as I looked into Yeontan's eyes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of determination wash over me. I was doing this for Jasmine, I told myself. To protect her from whatever unseen danger lurked in the shadows. It was a flimsy justification at best, but it was enough to steel my resolve as I prepared to execute my plan.

"Do you want to eat or drink something?" Jasmine's voice pulled me out of my reverie as she emerged from the kitchen. My breath caught in my throat as I took in her appearance—short pants paired with a baggy hoodie. The casual outfit accentuated her natural beauty, and for a moment, I struggled to find my voice amidst the sudden rush of emotions.

"Uh, yeah, sure," I managed to reply, my voice coming out slightly hoarse. Clearing my throat, I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. "Do you have any water?"

Jasmine nodded, her gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary before she turned back towards the kitchen. As she disappeared from view, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent thoughts swirling in my mind. This was not the time to lose focus. I had a mission to accomplish, and nothing—not even Jasmine's undeniable allure—was going to stand in my way.

"I have apple juice."

"Apple juice sounds great," I replied, grateful for the distraction. As Jasmine poured the juice into a glass, I couldn't help but notice the way her movements seemed so effortless, so graceful. It was as if she was completely at ease in her own skin, a quality I found both mesmerizing and intimidating.

"Here you go," she said, handing me the glass with a warm smile. I took it from her, trying to ignore the way my fingers brushed against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

"Thanks," I said, taking a sip of the juice and trying to focus on the task at hand. But despite my best efforts, my mind kept drifting back to Jasmine, her presence filling the room and making it hard for me to think about anything else.

"Do you want to watch a movie? or you want to continue your writing?"

"I wouldn't mind watching a movie," I replied, trying to hide my excitement. The thought of spending more time with Jasmine was too enticing to resist.

"Do you have any particular movie in mind?"

Jasmine smiled, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "How about 'Crimson Hearts'? It's one of my favorites."

"Crimson Hearts? I've heard of it but never got around to watching it," I admitted. "But I'm open to anything."

"Great! Let me go grab it," Jasmine said, heading towards the collection of DVDs. As she browsed through the titles, I couldn't help but admire her grace and elegance. It was moments like these that reminded me why I was so drawn to her.

"So, how's your writing coming along?" Jasmine asked, turning back to me with the DVD in hand.

I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. "It's going okay, I guess. Just trying to get through a rough patch."

"Well, I'm sure you'll get past it. You're such a talented writer," she said sincerely, handing me the DVD. "Let's go watch the movie."

As we settled down on the couch, I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that nagged at me. Here I was, enjoying a cozy movie night with my best friend's wife, all the while harboring secret desires for her. But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on enjoying the evening with Jasmine.

As we sat side by side on the couch, the dim glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the room, I couldn't shake the feeling of tension in the air. Every time our arms brushed against each other, a jolt of electricity seemed to course through me, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.

Jasmine's laughter rang out melodiously as we watched the movie, her eyes sparkling with amusement. I found myself captivated by her every movement, from the way her lips curled into a smile to the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath she took.

I tried to focus on the movie, to distract myself from the overwhelming desire that pulsed through my veins. But as the minutes ticked by, the distance between us seemed to shrink, until there was barely an inch of space separating our bodies.

My heart pounded in my chest as I stole glances at her, unable to resist the magnetic pull that drew me closer to her. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the intoxicating scent of her perfume filling my senses.

With every passing second, the sexual tension between us grew thicker, until it felt like I could almost reach out and touch it. And as the credits rolled on the screen, I knew that I was teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something forbidden. But in that moment, all I could think about was the overwhelming desire to give in to the temptation that pulsed between us.

As the movie played on, I couldn't help but notice Jasmine's frequent yawns, a sign that fatigue was starting to catch up with her. Each time she stretched and let out a soft yawn, it tugged at my heartstrings, reminding me of just how much I wanted to be there for her, to protect her from the world's troubles.

Despite my internal struggle with my growing attraction to her, I couldn't ignore the concern that gnawed at the back of my mind. Was she tired from a long day, or was something else weighing heavily on her thoughts?

As Jasmine stifled another yawn, I couldn't resist the urge to speak up. "Are you feeling okay?" I asked, my voice laced with genuine concern. "You seem really tired."

Jasmine offered me a small smile, her eyes flickering with gratitude. "Yeah, I think I'm just a bit worn out from everything lately," she admitted, her voice tinged with exhaustion.

Without hesitation, I made a decision. "Why don't you go lie down for a bit? You can rest here on the couch if you want," I suggested, gesturing to the comfortable cushions beside me.

Jasmine hesitated for a moment before nodding, a grateful smile spreading across her face. "That sounds nice, actually," she replied, her voice soft.

As she settled down on the couch, I couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness wash over me. In that moment, all I wanted was to make sure she was comfortable and safe, to ease the burdens that weighed heavy on her shoulders.

And as Jasmine closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, I made a silent vow to myself. No matter what obstacles stood in my way, I would always be there for her, to support her and care for her in any way that I could.

As Jasmine drifted off into a peaceful slumber, her breathing slow and steady, she looked serene, almost angelic in the soft glow of the room. Watching her sleep, I couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, by the gentle rise and fall of her chest, and the way her features softened in repose.

A small smile played on her lips, and for a moment, all the worries and stresses of the world seemed to melt away. In that moment, she looked so vulnerable, so innocent, and it stirred something deep within me.

I couldn't resist reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from her face, my touch light and tender as I tucked it behind her ear. She stirred slightly at the sensation, but didn't wake, lost in the peaceful embrace of sleep.

As I continued to watch over her, a sense of warmth and contentment washed over me. Despite the chaos and uncertainty that surrounded us, here in this quiet moment, everything felt right.

And as the minutes ticked by, I found myself grateful for this simple act of companionship, for the chance to be here with her, to share in this moment of tranquility. For now, at least, the world could wait, as we both found solace in the peaceful embrace of sleep.

With each passing moment, my obsession with Jasmine seemed to intensify, like a flame fueled by an unquenchable desire. Every glance, every touch, only served to fuel the fire burning within me, consuming my thoughts and consuming my very being.

I found myself constantly thinking about her, longing for her presence, her touch, her voice. She occupied my thoughts day and night, a relentless presence that refused to be ignored.

Every interaction, every fleeting moment we shared only served to deepen my infatuation, drawing me further into the web of my own desires. I couldn't escape the pull she had on me, the magnetic force that seemed to bind us together.

And as I watched her sleep, her peaceful form bathed in the soft light of the room, I couldn't deny the intensity of my feelings. It was as if she had become a part of me, an essential piece of my very existence.

But with each surge of emotion, each wave of longing, there also came a sense of guilt, a nagging voice in the back of my mind reminding me of the boundaries I was crossing. I knew that my obsession was unhealthy, that it was consuming me in ways I couldn't fully comprehend.

Yet, even as I wrestled with these conflicting emotions, I couldn't deny the undeniable truth: I was hopelessly, irreversibly obsessed with Jasmine, and there was no turning back.