Jimin's Pet • PJM

Thirty Nine

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"Losing You" by Wonho

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"Hold me closer, don't let me go over, lock it away, keep my heart at your place"

"Don't you know that I would die for you, if I knew that you would make it through"

"Cause you're the air inside my lungs suffocating when you're gone, I'm a mess and it's all wrong without you"

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"Do you know why her appa wants to see you? What he has for you?" Joon leaned against the dining room table then moved suddenly shaking his head.

Jimin knew why he'd done it, since the funeral six days ago he'd remembered lots of things about his Angel. In remembering Kookie wanting time with her he'd also remembered the punishment for when they'd taken a video of them in the shower. He guessed Joon was recalling the night of the party where she'd sat blindfolded right there while they kissed all over her body.

He rolled his eyes remembering how Eunwoo had tried to convince her that every kiss had come from Tae and Kookie. Hadn't she said they'd made the subs do it because it didn't matter when Jin went first anyway? The truth was the seven of them had taken the game very seriously, they'd all wanted to win. Not one of them had been disappointed when Jin won, certainly not Y/N later in bed. Actually, it wasn't the truth that all seven of them wanted to win.

Jimin hadn't wanted to win, the whole point of the game was for someone else to win so he could watch her fucked by them. Watching them all deploy their strategies, their mouths on her bare skin, the fierce look on their faces as if they could inject their names onto her tongue was both amusing and also deeply sexy.

"No, but I think it's time I faced it. I have the feeling he thought I would come by sooner. He's reached out to Hybe twice, I know it's rude I hope he forgives me." Jimin rambled walking to the bar to refill his glass of water.

"When you woke up and didn't remember her she went home to her parent's house. Maybe she wrote something for you and left it in their safe? She was upset and not even Sujin could comfort her." Joon had followed him and sat on one of the bar stools, his eyes had deep circles under them, his usually full mouth was a drawn line.

"I worried that maybe she left something to me in her will. I really hope that's not the case, it will just feel like another reminder that she's gone." Jimin motioned to another glass and Joon nodded, if he thought he was getting alcohol he didn't complain when Jimin gave him water like he was already drinking.

"I don't think people that young make wills."

He'd hoped that Chan would have reached out to Jin by now with word of a party the Americans were attending, but it seemed everyone had either taken a break or gone underground. He'd filled his time wandering his apartment, and then finally wandering hers. Her personal items were gone, but the decor she'd picked with her mother was still there, the worn brown leather furniture. The velvety sage colored pieces, the pink accents, all very tidy and lovely. It no longer triggered memories of Jji, each room had the ghost of his Angel.