Jimin's Pet • PJM

Forty Two ♡

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"Surrender" by Natalie Taylor

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"I needed you to stay, but I let you drift away, my love where are you?"

"Can we surrender? I surrender"

"I just want you back, I'm running to your side, flying my white flag"

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Jimin hadn't even reached the hallway to the front door when you grabbed him halting his progress. You could understand his range of emotions, you'd hoped he'd be full of unending joy but knew that wasn't a fair expectation. What you couldn't handle was that he was shutting down, you couldn't allow that. The two of you had come too far, both of you sacrificed too much for him to walk away in this way.

"I need to talk to you." You kept your voice steady but insistent, full eye contact that he couldn't shy away from.

"Y/N, I've got to go, I don't have time for this right now." He was gently pushing your fingers away and you dug in your nails making him flinch.

"I don't care where you're going, I don't care who you need to talk to or what else has your attention. I'm here, I'm right the fuck here, do you not see me?" It was like you'd sipped from his anger and could feel it too.

You tugged and dragged him across the living room toward the powder room. You weren't going to have this discussion where the grumpy maid could see it, or where Kook would try to protect you. You didn't need protecting from Jimin, he wasn't the threat. That was you, you'd become the jagged knife digging into both of you.

He followed but only because you were stabbing into the flesh of his arm hard enough to draw blood if he didn't. You pushed him through the doorway and followed slamming the door before you released him. He automatically rubbed at the red crescent indents on his forearm.

"The night of the party, I did the same thing. You joked you'd have to wear long sleeves." You motioned toward his markings with a faint smile. "Do you remember that?" 

The memory was bittersweet, it made your heart flutter thinking about how passionately you'd felt for each other in those moments. He'd not wanted to let you go, his hands in your robe, his lips everywhere. How had that only been a couple months ago when it felt like a lifetime?

"I don't remember everything yet." Jimin dropped his arm back to his side, his face was still wrought with jealousy. He wasn't going to budge, you didn't want to sound petty justifying what happened with Kookie, but maybe you owed him the explanation.

"We're not just lying in bed fucking all day. It's been a couple times; it was for comfort. It wasn't on attack on you. For every messed-up thing you've had to deal with, guess what? We did too! Kookie almost died." You pushed him against his chest, not hard, but he was thinner and rocked backward slightly.