Jimin's Pet • PJM

Four

"This looks like a prison Irene." Tae complained walking through the living room, his finger dragging across a sofa table that looked like it would collapse under the weight of much else.

The other issue with the table was that there was in fact no sofa, no comfortable seating at all, no colorful or tasteful decorations. The only furniture were three severe looking chairs, their upholstery dark gray velvet that had seen better days, the wood arms and back worn down in places. The dining room wasn't much better, a oblong table with mismatched chairs was in the center, two chairs child size instead of full, dwarfed by the other's height.

"It was all donated by staff at SM, what? Was I supposed to drop millions furnishing the place? She's going to be a sub not a sugar baby." Irene rolled her eyes unpacking a box of dishes, at least they were matching and clean.

"This place cost me almost half a billion won and you want me to present it like this?" Jimin grimaced stepping into the kitchen.

"This is not my problem, there's a bed, a mattress. I provided all the things for the dungeon, new I want to point out. That wasn't cheap, and that's what matters. Why does anything else? Train her so she can find a full time dom and you can do what you want with this place." Irene dropped a handful of chopsticks, forks and spoons into the cutlery drawer with a clatter.

Tae rolled his eyes disappearing down the hall and Jimin followed. They peaked their heads into the dungeon, everything was set up, it smelled like fresh leather. Jimin shook his head at some of the scarier pieces mentally noting they needed to be removed until Jjille was actually ready for them. When they reached the bedroom Tae literally scoffed out loud.

"Well she didn't lie, there's a bed." Tae groaned and Jimin wrapped his arms around his boyfriend from behind, Irene hadn't provided much else for him either. He tossed the memory away, having a bed was one of his nicer memories of Irene.

In the fairly large room was a metal bed frame with a thin box spring and thin mattress on top. That was it, not another single thing was in the room, not even a pillow. This room truly represented a prison cell more than the others.

"I can't with her." Tae pulled his phone from his pocket and scrolled for a few seconds thoughtfully before dialing.

"Jin-na? Hi, yes I'm well, how are you?" He turned to look at Jimin, he was smiling now, it made his heart race. His boyfriend was the most beautiful thing in the whole world.

"I was wondering if you could contact set design for me, I'm trying to furnish an apartment temporarily for some very close family members that are living in my building. Their farm had a massive fire. Yes, terrible, I know. They'll be here maybe six months to a year while they rebuild, and I was wondering if they had anything in storage and could help me out? They're really strapped for cash, but they also won't accept charity. Yes. Of course. I agree it wouldn't be charity if everything was borrowed. Great, call me back? Thanks Jin-na! You're a complete lifesaver." Tae hung up and turned around wrapping his arms around Jimin's neck.

"My boyfriend is brilliant. How did I get so lucky?" Jimin brushed his lips to Tae's while he tickled his fingers up his ribs gently making Tae laugh.

"Woo-shik told me when he bought his first apartment they helped him out until he could afford his own stuff. Who knows why I remembered that."

"Asking Jin-na was genius, no one will question her, she'll put her foot down and say Tae wants it and everyone is going to jump." Jimin grinned nuzzling his nose into the soft spot against Tae's neck and shoulder.

"Who's Jin-na?" Irene wandered into the room carrying a stack of linens for the bed.

"One of our managers. She's going to get this place furnished. Your sister deserves better than this Irene." Tae glared but Jimin squeezed his sides, knowing it was dangerous to challenge her this way.