Jimin's Pet • PJM

Twenty ♡

Jimin was shaking, his brain was too much of a mess to even sort through everything that Irene had said. His chest pounded the suffocating feeling of being smothered making him want to claw at his throat.  He pressed his body against the bathroom stall and dragged his phone from his pocket swiping away the dozens of missed calls before bringing it to his ear.

"Hyung," he spoke as soon as the call was answered on the second ring, "can I come over? Are you alone?" Jimin knew he sounded desperately choked and emotional.

"I'll be alone by the time you get here Jiminah." There was a long breath that sounded like relief on the other end of the line then the soft spoken answer and he hung up, hands shaking slightly less noticeably.

The app on his phone alerted him that his car had arrived, jarring him out of his thoughts. He made his way out of the prison's visitor building and was pleased to see it was the same driver from that morning.

"I thought you might need a ride back. I've been watching for this trip for a while." The man's kind smile aided in his ability to regain control of himself. Jimin knew he'd not shown up to encounter him because he was Park Jimin and that meant a lot to him in the moment.

Leaning his head against the back of the seat, Jimin tried to remember the last time he'd dialed that number with this kind of intent. Since establishing himself as a dominant it was unlike him to reach out to anyone for his other needs. He didn't even acknowledge he had other needs, but the truth was, in his most vulnerable broken moments he needed one thing.

He tipped the driver a ridiculous amount of won as he took the elevator up to the apartment. Jimin was pretty sure a reporter had snapped his picture as he walked into the brightly lit lobby.  He'd seen a flash from the corner of his eye, and the building's security guard stepping toward it. He didn't wait around to find out. It had made him angry that despite everything that happened they still couldn't give him space. BTS was a memory now, there wasn't any more stories to cover, they should go find someone else to write about.

Jimin knocked on the door when the elevator deposited him at the fifteenth floor, which was abnormal. He knew the code and could have let himself in easily, in fact that was what he normally did. Instead he stood, shoulders rolled forward with his head slightly down. He heard the click of the lock then the change in temperature as the air stirred with the heavy door moving inward.

"Come in Jiminah." Yoongi's deep soft voice was like warmth on his skin and he responded immediately walking up against his hyung.

"You're upset?"

Yoongi tugged him into the space shutting the door with one arm while the other held Jimin's body tightly. He shifted slightly removing his shoes then wiggled closer. Yoongi adjusted his posture letting him seek comfort and it made Jimin finally release the breath he thought he might have been holding since Irene threw a grenade into his brain scrambling it.

"Yes." Jimin's response was muffled his face pressed into Yoongi's shoulder he was trying very hard to not cry.

"Do you want to tell me why?"

"No."

"I could make you." Yoongi's tone hadn't changed, it was still soft but the intent was different, and wasn't that why Jimin had come?

"Hyung-,"

"Master. Go." Yoongi pushed him into the room, turning his body away, but the movement wasn't violent.

Jimin submitted to Irene out of necessity, out of habit, maybe even out of a sick desire to punish himself. Jimin submitted to Yoongi to erase all of that. With Yoongi in charge he was safe, loved, secure, all the chaos and pain of his life mindlessly gone at his touch. When Jimin was out of control, Yoongi took it, fixed it and gave it back to him.