Jimin's Pet • PJM

Fifty

"Don't touch me Hobi!" Jimin wrenched his body away the second they sat down in the middle row of the minivan of Chan's car service.

Jisung and Chan had gone quiet in the back seats, the tension making the darkened space of the interior seem too small to contain the four of them, a driver, and a security guard. Hobi was patient, not reacting to Jimin's harshness. Somehow him not taking it personally calmed Jimin down a lot. He gently helped Jimin slip the pants down from his thighs as the vehicle pulled away from the curb and into the deserted streets of early morning sleeping Seoul.

"Fuck." Jimin winced as Hobi rubbed a small tube of numbing cream over the red and bruised muscles. He turned his head away from Hobi staring out the window. The pain was terrible but the real issue were the emotions tearing through him right now.

"I know it hurts but you've had worse, stop wiggling and being dramatic." Hobi sighed and Jimin wanted to kick him, he counted silently to ten until he was sure he wouldn't.

"By all means give me a cane and let me hit you with it then!" He hissed through his teeth as Hobi's fingers reached the line from the offending toy. Even the soft touch was knives along the deeply throbbing bruise.

"I wouldn't enjoy that, I'm not a masochist like you." Hobi sighed and Jimin had to admit the cooling cream was bringing a lot to comfort. "We're dropping you at Yoongi's, that is what you want right?" That stirred relief through Jimin like ice on a hot day, he needed Yoongi, he held his breath wanting to cry suddenly. That he didn't even need to ask, that Hobi knew because he couldn't be with Y/N that the only one capable of consoling him after that scene was Yoongi was comforting.

If Hobi was upset by the idea he didn't sound it, maybe he'd strategically decided not to look jealous in front of Chan and Jisung. Hobi was intensely private and wouldn't want the rumor circulating about anything between him and Yoongi. Jimin tried to determine his mood turning to look at his face more carefully, but couldn't decide. Was Hobi jealous of him and Yoongi? It hadn't ever been a conversation they'd had, but somehow he didn't think so.

"I'm not mad at you, I'm just in pain." Jimin said quietly wiggling his pants back up his hips, then regretting the decision as the leather brushed his legs. He shimmied them back down breathing a sigh of relief.

"If it helps, it was worth it I got Mitch's number, I'm supposed to have him over for dinner soon. You're going to have to be there, I said you are temporarily my full time sub." Jimin was shocked at Hobi's words, hadn't he intended to drive their mission forward? But he'd not allowed himself to be that optimistic.

"When did that happen?" Chan leaned forward, clearly interested now that Jimin had gained control of himself again. He forgot how scary he could be when he was losing his temper, it might not have worried Hobi but their two new friends had certainly been alarmed at his initial intensity.

Hobi didn't respond he was lining his phone camera up with Jimin's thighs. The flash was bright in the car and Hobi glanced at the driver grimacing. The security guard turned around and started to glare but must have remembered he didn't work for the two of them and stopped himself.

"What are you doing?" Jimin frowned and leaned toward Hobi who showed him the picture. Hobi started to open his mouth and then shut it.

Jimin guessed he was about to say he was sending it to Y/N, they all knew she had his phone now. But at the last second he realized Chan and Jisung weren't privy to the news that she and Kookie were alright. They'd all need to be more careful, their joy could be very dangerous, they would all need to start behaving like they had before.

"Sending the picture ahead to Yoongi so he knows what to expect. Although I'm sure he's done worse to you." Jimin could hear the exasperation in Hobi's words, quickly covering for his near miss.