Jimin's Pet • PJM

Thirty Eight

"You think there's a real possibility that Eunwoo and Irene worked together? Even before Jji?" Jimin needed to stand, acid was rising in this throat making him feel sick. He was on his feet, slightly wobbling before Tae steadied him with gentle hands.

"It's okay Chim, I have you." Tae nuzzled his cheek to Jimin's and it was comforting enough to make him feel centered and in the moment again.

"Didn't she get Eunwoo to lie to Y/N about the first party? Claim that Jin's always first and we manipulated her?" Hobi recalled the party, and then it was like the memory had always been in Jimin's brain.

That's how it seemed to work, a trigger and then his brain caught up, waved away the smoke and haze until he could clearly draw back details again. He was certain that the dress she'd worn that night had been in the box from Tae.  It was the black one with the zipper down the side. And the heels. It's what she'd worn to that very first gathering at his house. He could feel the silky material in his fingers from earlier, but he could also picture her walking in, Jin a step behind. How wide her eyes had been, how pleased his friends' eyes had been as well.

"She did, the next day after Angel left early wearing Kookie's shirt." Jimin winced but the vision of her stealing it from the floor and grinning wickedly as she buttoned it made his heart clench.

He wasn't sure if she knew which of the two men had owned it, but they'd both wanted to ruin each of those buttons by ripping it from her body instead of letting her leave. Jimin had grabbed Kookie's wrist to keep him from leaving the bed, his body language saying that was what he intended to do.

"Can I play with her?" Kookie had immediately begged him with huge eyes the moment they heard the front door shut into its frame.

Jimin knew the maknae was intrigued, which almost never happened. Kookie played within the group exclusively ninety nine percent of the time. It was rare for him to ask Joon for free time or sexual passes with other people. Even Tae dated other people, had taken lovers during their own relationship.

"You did, all night." Jimin had laughed and rolled to his back, but Kookie followed shaking him until he opened his eyes again.

"I mean again. Maybe on my own?" That pleading made Jimin laugh and roll his eyes.

"Why are you asking me? Ask your daddy." Jimin had tickled him almost chuckling at the sound of the English word, but Kookie had shook his head vehemently.

"I'm asking you. Can I please play with her Chim?"

"Yes." Jimin had been intrigued in the request but decided not to explore it in the moment.

He opened his mouth to share the rest of the memory with the group but just as quickly decided it wasn't important and upsetting everyone with mentioning the maknae a second time wasn't worth it. Jimin lowered back to the couch and tried to will his brain to sort through what Yoongi implied.

"What would her motivation have been to help Irene? What's the connection?" Jimin finally found words and let his eyes cross all the faces in the room.

"I think they're both fucked up." Jin shrugged but Jimin couldn't accept that answer.

"You only think that now, if you didn't know she tried to kill Angel or that she hurt Kookie would you still say that? I don't think so, for years no one thought much more than she was possibility full of herself. Maybe borderline narcissistic. No one thought she was conniving or dangerous. It's why you all were likely shocked when you learned she was a suspect." He racked his brain trying to draw back any moment, before they'd been together, during their brief relationship, and after when she'd been with Taemin that would make him see her as the same person of doing the things she was accused.