➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 007

Jimin was left to fend himself against a self deprecating inner turmoil that steadily feasted on his subconscious.

It's been a week since the start of the semester, and exactly 5 days,244 hours and 33 seconds since the encounter.

Since the lingering scent of Lavender never heeded to leave his side,and he was forever enthralled at how good it made him feel.

He thinks about it now,as he sits across from an happily munching Hoseok, having taken his hyung out for their weekly lunches since he was officially the one with a job now,and therefore served to reverse the roles of being a hyung and dongsaeng.

It was fine though,he loved taking care of the sun fair that was his smaller hyung,a fond feeling nestled in his chest every time his heart smile was directed at him,as it is now.

But other than how he'd normally feel about it,he felt quite the littlest irritated seeing as his now ongoing manner was to tease Jimin.

"Maybe it's just a mild interest?
Who knows, maybe it'll fade if you fuck her,I don't know."
He chuckles as he uses the napkin to wipe the sauce of the jappchae he'd been busy eating from the corners of his mouth.

Thing is,Jimin knew it not to be just that.

Ever since she'd walk through the automated door of his classroom,and had stood there for abit, holding them both in a daze as her gaze lingered over his form before settling on his face,and Jimin,as inappropriate as it must've been,did the same.

She had this awfully familiar stilt to her,and oh God,the scent of blooming lavender petals was so prominent,that Jimin could feel the prickle of his Satanic urges to fuck,claim,dominate.

Usually he'd been quite good at suppressing the urges of his genes,but she made it particularly hard with a doe eyed gaze that seemed widened as it settled on him,the soft pink glint of lips that seemed warm and plush and sof fucking inviting,to the cropped crotched shirt she had on,the exposer of an pudgy belly that protruded from her tank,and the defined shape of her hips that attuned to the dip of her waist.

He wanted,no needed,to know how she'd feel like pulsating on his cock.

And like she could read his thoughts,she'd shyly looked away and hurried out a soft whisper of an excuse,before hurriedly moving her limbs to an open seat.

Jimin's gaze followed her with that of dilated hunger,until he caught himself just in time before someone could accuse him of ogling his students.

Now he was left to think of what Hoseok had said could actually count,and if a mild interest would have him as enthralled as he'd so easily been each time she'd set foot in his class.

It's akin to the feeling of being hypnotized,this he at least knew.

He'd been under the influence of it one or twice in his life,but that was before he'd learned how to control himself.

So why is it,that she seemed to get it right so easily?

"Thing is, it'll be unprofessional and I'd be disrupting the work ethics if I dared touched a fucking student,Hobo hyung?
Isn't that just basic knowledge?"
Hoseok could be awfully blind sided at times,and no,it was not because he was a sun fairy.

Or maybe it was,given that he had tendencies to blind people with his heart smiles and cheery aura.
Jimin would know,a victim himself and never being able to defend himself against one of them.

That was beside the point though.

"What if no one knew?"
He quipped,and Jimin stare at him with his most unfiltered expression.

"Seriously,hyung?"
His tome stretches the perimeter of being mildly shocked to not being surprised at all.

Hoseok proceeds to shrug his shoulders just then,and continues stuffing his face with food bought by his dongsaeng,who sometimes felt should've been his hyung,if he were to be honest.

But oh well,he was a couple centuries older than Jimin,so it surfaced to be that way.

Later, approximately an hour,if you'd count how long Jimin has been sat in his seat while his Hoseokie hyung proceeded to rant on what went on about in his life,he finally paid the bill and was now dropping Hoseok off at his dance class.

Another thing,Hoseok only drove when he needed to,and even then he'd proceed to call Jimin to drive his car for him, finding it tiring to sit behind a wheel in traffic.

Also,the pollution cars caused to the air was upset him to an obscene level,and Jimin was left to deal with his blinding sunny wrath.

It wasn't what it sounded like.
Definitely not.

"I'll see you in a week then,hyung?"
The car already started and ready for when Jimin would leave to his own destination.

"I'll send a text,or call,or fly over!"
He calls back, disappearing into the crowd that's walking at different paces on the sidewalk.

Jimin sighs to himself,left to think about Hoseok's words,again.

Was she really just someone that would be settled with a fuck?

Now Jimin has had his fair share of one night stands,and usually he'd be satisfied for a whole while after.
He could go weeks without sex,he had some restrain after all.

But it would be out of character for him if he'd do as Hoseok said, breaking the rules of his work ethic would only cause a fiasco that he'd rather not,well,pursue.

Unlocking the door to his apartment etched in the tenth floor of his luxurious apartment — what? he came from riches —and toeing of his shoes to lay them by the rest that gathered in the corner by his coat rack,a tired sigh leaving him at it.

Oh,he was looking forward to an eight hour nap now,after all,it was a Friday  and he had no classes scheduled for the weekend for once.
He also prepared his lecturer hall for his first session on Monday before he left for a late night lunch with hobi,or maybe he should've called it a dinner since they left the diner at eight or some minutes past,but oh well,the point is that he was free for approximately 72 hours.

What would he do?

Sleep,and enjoy several amounts of it.

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Sleep never comes,at least,it doesn't come peacefully.

Instead it's filled with visionaries of the little angel in his class,pure piotricy at the pure beauty she permits,the enthralling sense he falls into,when he is supposed to teach and instead finds himself groveling after her scent,like a hound debauched after the smell of its prey.

Ando oh,how fucking pin prickling delicious her scent lingered just beneath his nose,the overwhelming softness the mellowness of it cocooning his senses, reminding him of the white and pink substances that tastes of fluffy clouds.Next up would be the touslement of a heating tornado, swelling with sweetness each time he inhales as it unleashes a hurdle inside of him,one with the tingements of dusted cinnamon contained in it.

And oh,last but not fucking least,the underlinement of lavender that would drowse and drench his classroom, filtering through any clean air until it's all he's left to inhale,the strong clear stench of it clinging to his nostrils,to his clothes,stuck in his hair.

He's confused, and perpetually so, by why he was so entranced to her,why he could not fathom to stop obsessing over her,why he detested the thought of never smelling or feeling her presence so much?

The untamed mess of her coiled curls that seems to always be hooped into a bun atop her head,even though some messy strands always seem to escape to frame and curl around the shape of he small face.

The dark oak of her skin,how warm he could imagine it to be, running down in unending lengths over her body,supple and smooth,it has him tortured to simply think of how soft it could feel beneath his  fingertips,if she'd bruise as easily as he imagines she could,with enough force.

He wanted to bruise,wanted to mark,wanted to stained her as his.

Even now,when he's supposed to be asleep,Jimin instead envisions her in a dream of his own,but is it a dream?

Could it only be the delusions of his fantasies,looking so realistically real?

Adorned in shiny white silk,a contrast to her dark skin,and he imagines the material to coddle her softly,what with the way it shimmies against her skin with each movement she makes toward him.

On her knees she's seated at the foot of his bed,hands stretched in front of him to put her in a bowed position,his eyes linger over the lengths of her coiled tendrils,a bright scarlet as it reaches over her shoulders,down her back,down the front of her chest and framing her face.He has no doubt for her to be naked underneath the silk cloth,simple in its existence,and yet it could be ripped apart with just one tug of his fingers.

She seems to know that as well,on her hands and knees as she stares at him through red amberique eyes,a bright burn of lust roaring in them,the sight awaking something in Jimin at the strange sight before him.

Only now he realises that her features are vastly different from the woman's in his classes,she's much more entrancing,sculpted by what could only be deity's, luring him into the deep dark depths of hypnotism.

She was a cubbi.

And she was crawling closer,now at his knees,the silk of her robes falling apart when strength finally registers in Jimin's hands,ones he uses to halt her at her hips when she's finally set atop him, holding her inches above his hard groin,his restraint barely that of a thread.

What comes to him as realisation also embarassingly later than it should,is the fact that it's the same cubbi that he's had these dream like encounters yet before only so many nights ago,the resemblance of the being visiting him then equally similar to the being visiting him now.

Thoughts race through his head of his mother maybe plotting this,when he feels the prehormones drip of off her,the seductress of a demon actually growing shy at the way he promptly stares.

As if she's not used to being stared at by high and low,captualizing the beauty she possesses.

It amuses him,how the apples of her cheeks seem to glow now, when she's faulted herself in such a crude position,we pussy hovering over his hard cock,as if she hadn't planned the outcome already.

"Umm,hi?"
Her nervous squeak is sincere, leaving Jimin baffled,and yet it sparks a new hunger.

Oh how he would enjoy playing her little games.

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