Jimin's Pet • PJM

One

Jimin stretched, his back felt tight, he wasn't sure his physical therapist had gone hard enough on his lats. The elevator dinged depositing him on his floor, he sighed. A couple more weeks and he'd move, well they'd move, that brought his smile back and he hurried down the hall to his door.

The code entered it flashed green and he went in the entrance dark like he expected. With distraction he tossed his gym bag on the floor then balanced on one leg tugging off his shoe then the other rotating. He knew where he'd find him, he ended up in the guest bedroom but he stiffened when he found Tae wasn't alone.

"Tae. Come." Jimin said it slowly, refusing to betray his accelerating heart.

"Welcome home love." Tae rose from the floor in front of the blue velvet loveseat where he was kneeling relief on his features and he embraced Jimin with sweet kiss against his cheek.

Jimin wrapped an arm around his waist turning him away from Irene who sprawled across the cushions. The dark haired woman looked like a predator her dress pushed up her thighs, eyes narrowed.

"We were just about to have fun." She pouted, red painted lips curling upward and his grip on Tae's hip sharpened.

"What gives you the right to play with my pet?" He couldn't look at his boyfriend, if he did and Tae looked even the slightest bit upset he might throw Irene out a window.

"What's yours is mine, so if I want a little bite of something, are you really going to stop me?" She stroked her fingers down her décolletage that was pale and exposed by the low cut of the dress.

"Not Taehyung, you don't touch him, and you don't put him in submission." Jimin let a hint of fight into his tone, imagining her fingers on Tae made him seethe.

"What if Taehyungie wants a bite of me?" She laughed deep in her throat widening her legs, pallid inner thighs exposed.

"I don't."

Tae managed to lean around Jimin's body and say the words. He didn't bother masking the disgust, Jimin knew he would only have the courage to do it if he was there to be the buffer.

"Not into women anymore?" She smirked raising a brow.

"Not into snakes." Tae popped off, Jimin rolled his eyes, being cheeky wasn't going to accomplish anything, Irene loved combative subs.

"I didn't come to sample him anyway, I need to speak with you privately Jimin." Irene sat up, her legs clamping shut, her demeanor as closed as they were.

"Give us a minute baby." Jimin brushed his full lips across Tae's his fingers creeping up his spine.

Tae nodded and pulled away and at the last second Irene hissed at him a wicked grin on her lips. Tae sighed deeply, Jimin wasn't surprised, she did love petty. They both watched as he slipped from the room, unhurried, refusing to show any fear in the presence of someone he considered an enemy.

"I've had a long day, what could you possibly want now?" Jimin walked to the couch and sat, restraining himself from rolling his eyes at her.

"Jji comes home from college in a month." She eased the information out leaving Jimin confused why he cared about her sister, he'd only met her once.

"And?"

"Are you still moving to Joonie's building next month?"

Irene let her small hand fall against his forearm, all the space on the loveseat between them disappearing, as if they were truly lovers. She acted alluring, sensual, the curve of her body meant to seduce him into showing interest in whatever set up she'd practiced before arriving.