Jimin's Pet • PJM

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"All Through the Night" by Sleeping At Last (Cyndi Lauper Cover

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"All through the night, I'll be awake, and I'll be with you"

"We have no past, we won't reach back, keep with me forward all through the night"

"Until it ends, there is no end"

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Jimin circled the room slowly, what he saw pleased him greatly and he felt a surge of pride settle into his stomach. She was really some of a the best work he'd ever done, her ability to read cues and maintain protocols was impressive.

Just as quickly as the feeling appeared it disintegrated, why was he even doing this? His sweet girl didn't want this, would never have chosen it herself. She was a victim, he silently chanted the word several times tasting the sound the way it would have resonated from his throat.

Jjille was not the first sub he'd trained for Irene, that wasn't the right word. She was not the first mistake he'd made for the hell spawn, yes that was better. At point one there had been a long line of them, he'd spent more time in the dungeon than being a member of BTS it had felt. Eleven subs including Jjille, he counted them, trying to not see their faces.

His eyes flickered to Tae, his perfect posture, his nadu so relaxed. He was wearing only cotton shorts his chest and tummy bare. Jin had trained him, not Jimin, and he'd done it gently.

Jin had helped Jimin become a compassionate dominant with a light countenance and it definitely showed in Jji. Jimin had never been cruel like Taemin, but with guidance from someone with a soul his demeanor created a calm sub.

"Tie her hands, palm to palm and don't be soft about it this time baby." Jimin cracked the dark cherry wood paddle against his outer thigh and faced the window trying to settle the mood that had darkened him.

He didn't have to turn back to the scene behind him to know that Tae was getting the long black cords and setting to work with his skilled intricate knots. Out the window the sky was dark and it reminded Jimin how tired he felt. He'd already had a long day of practice and a strenuous work out with his trainer.

He really would have skipped this scene entirely but he knew Taemin would be popping in any day. Sent by Irene to test Jjille. If she didn't prove to have made progress since the last visit there would be hell to pay for everyone.

Jimin felt cold, the tips of his fingers icy to the point he almost dropped the paddle. A thought crossed his mind suddenly and so fiercely he pressed his forehead to the glass of the window and tried to steady his breathing.

Irene would get Jjille killed, the minute she left his sight she'd stop existing. He felt it like the most true fact and it ached into his body until tears spiked through his lashes. What she had planned for her sister was diabolical and he was still standing here going through the fucking motions of letting it happen.