Jimin's Pet • PJM

Fourteen

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"Angel" by Gavin Friday

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"Angel, hold onto me"

"Come closer, to me, don't go"

"So silent your love, like the stars above"

"Cause my love for you will always be"

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"Baby?" Jimin poured a glass of water and turned back to the fridge not sure he could ask the next question if he looked into his boyfriend's face.

Tae made a noise that sounded like affirmative acknowledgment but the inquiry stuck in Jimin's throat. He'd sat in the closet early that morning for an hour after pulling the Polaroid from the envelope. He couldn't recall any time he'd tied any woman to his bed at this apartment that wasn't Jjille.

The photo was sexy, it turned him on certainly, but it wasn't out of familiarity with those tantalizing curves. Jimin had the feeling he had touched that body before, he just couldn't tie it to any memory. He was confident the woman was not Jjille, he'd been intensely familiar with her body.

He guessed it was possible it wasn't a picture he'd taken, he could have been correct when he thought it was a disgusting 'love note' from Irene. Had she made him do something awful to that woman and this picture was to haunt him forever? At that realization he'd shoved it back into the crisp paper of the envelope and had hidden it under his socks. That was a temporary place for it, if he wanted to keep it concealed that wasn't secure enough. He'd have to think about relocating it later when Tae wasn't home.

"When was the last time we played with a girl?" Jimin forced the words out, adding lightness he didn't feel and put the water pitcher away.

"What? Played with a woman? In what context Chim?" Jimin turned back at Tae's tone, he was scrambling, he could tell the words poured out awkwardly and the look on Tae's face was slightly unnerving.

"I had a dream we brought a woman to our bed, I know it was just a dream, I didn't recognize her but it made me wonder when we last had. Did we stop doing that after Jji?" The tightness in his chest wasn't abating he felt as if he was digging himself deeper into the hole finding the picture had created.

"You think we've not had sex with any women in almost three years?" Was that a deflection, Tae buying time? Answering a question with a question?

"I don't know Tae, I lost my fucking memory, that's why I'm asking you. If I knew what had happened since her death, I don't think I'd need to question you." Jimin flinched at his own outburst, knowing he wasn't being fair, but the way everyone tiptoed around him was driving him to madness.

"I'm sorry, don't get upset." Tae reached across the counter and wrapped his long elegant fingers around Jimin's wrist.

"There's been women in our bed, well, in the playroom. You don't casually bring women into your actual bed anymore. You never did after Jji." Tae's voice was soft, comforting but that just made Jimin more confused.