Jimin's Pet • PJM

Fifteen ♡

Jimin heard the knock on the door and flinched, he wanted to be alone, why couldn't Tae give him some space? He'd changed the code, which he knew wasn't fair, Tae lived here, all his things were here. He was literally kicking him out, barring him from his own home.

It had been two months since Jjille died, he'd sent his boyfriend away because every time he saw his face he remembered what they'd been doing that night. Jimin had known she wasn't going to find reason, that she wasn't going to let it go. She had been just as fucking hardheaded as her sister.

When she'd shown up with Hobi that night, calm and cool as can be, all of his instincts told him something bad was about to happen. There was something very manipulative about her behavior, he made Hobi wait in the living room and he dragged her to the playroom.

"Kneel." He probably shoved her too hard because she winced away from him, but within a few seconds moved into position.

"Where were you the last four days?" Jimin crouched in front of her, his fingers under her chin holding her still as he looked into her eyes.

They held contempt and hatred for him, he almost felt the acid rising in his throat just looking at her. Where had his pumpkin gone? His sweet, kind, obedient girl?

"I was staying with my sister. Is that a crime now? Am I not allowed to see my family? You're abusive Park Jimin. You're trying to separate me from my friends and family and keep me for yourself. You said those were warning signs of a bad dom and you're doing it now." She practically shrieked the words at him and he cupped his hand over her mouth, he couldn't have Hobi overhear.

Jimin felt sick, it all made sense now, if Jji had been spending time with Irene she was ruined. He'd never be able to save her unless he locked her away, worked at undoing the damage bit by bit that Irene had surely done.

"How much time have you been spending with her?" He was trying to mentally calculate when she'd been out of his sight, how many hours the demon from hell had spent brainwashing her.

"She said you'd flip out. She said not to tell you anything." Jimin saw the resolve, the obstinate glare crossing her pretty face and he had the urge to slap her. Over and over. He backed away almost falling on his ass before he could actually go through with it.

"You will go upstairs, you will not leave the apartment, do you understand?" He stood to his full height willing himself not to pace and show weakness.

"No. I'm leaving with Hobi-oppa." Jjille hissed the words at him and he snapped closing the distance and slapped her hard.

They both froze, him looking down at her, all her fire and brimstone shattered, the timid small scared girl immediately reappeared. He knew his mistake instantly, she had no backbone, only the venom Irene had told her to throw at him. She was a puppet, just like he'd been, just like he was, and he'd played right into the game. He'd hurt her, something he'd tried to avoid by taking her in and telling all the lies to his friends.

"I'm sorry pumpkin, I shouldn't have done it, come here." Jimin dropped to his knees in front of her dragging her into his arms, she was all tears and misery grasping his shirt as she wailed against him.

"You're alright, you're okay, I'll never do that again. I'm sorry pet. I'm sorry."

After he'd comforted her, he'd sent her upstairs, she'd gone willingly, submissive once more. She didn't even glance at Hobi when they passed him in the living room.

"She wants to be with me Jiminie, I'm sorry, I never thought it would happen, but can't you understand?" Hobi had pleaded with him, spent an hour practically begging him to see reason but Jimin wouldn't.