Jimin's Pet • PJM

Fifty Three

As much as everyone wanted to rush, especially Hobi, the next three weeks were quiet. Being too eager to reach out to Mitch, Sujin cautioned, would just make him aware of their desperation. So Jimin spent the time talking to Y/N and Kookie every chance he got. When they were locked down he worked out, ate everything in sight, and managed to put on 4kg. The hardest thing he realized aside from missing his Angel like crazy, was pretending they were still dead to everyone else that didn't know the truth.

Finally after playing it far cooler than they wanted everyone agreed they'd waited long enough, Hobi sent a text to Mitch he was thinking about a small dinner party. Was Mitch interested? He could bring his sub, or knowing she was very shy, a friend instead.

Jimin had sat next to him watching him send the text, then attach the picture of his thighs from the ride home that night. He wanted to stop him, not allow Hobi to share a picture of him, but bit his tongue. Those legs could belong to anyone, nothing identifying was showing unless you'd been there and known about the punishment.

"Maybe I shouldn't have said he should bring his sub, that's going to freak him out. Clearly he doesn't take her anywhere, he's not going to suddenly change his mind." Hobi twisted the edge of his shirt nervously, an infrequent habit for the usually focused idol.

"No, it's probably okay, he doesn't know we've dug up dirt on him. For all he knows you're being polite and have no clue he's never brought her in public before." Jimin swallowed back his own anxiety, a dinner party meant another night on his knees being treated like Hobi's sub. Why was it rankling him so awfully?

"I need one more pair, I was thinking Hwasa and Changbin? She said she'd do it, since he won't bring a sub, and likely will come alone or bring Carter, I could invite two doms? Maybe that's safer, not subjecting Binnie to them." Hobi frowned in frustration, the invite hadn't even been accepted and he was already agonizing over it.

"He's Binnie now?" Jimin was confused, he wasn't aware that his hyung had spent enough time with the sub to be so familiar. He left unsaid the hurt that clenched his chest irrationally that Hobi hasn't mentioned protecting him, voicing no concerns about leaving him the only sub in a room of four doms.

"I've been over there a few times a week lately." He waved Jimin's follow up questions away with an eye roll. "It's not serious, but I'm really enjoying my time with them."

"With Hwasa or Changbin? How much have you told them?" Jimin sat up straighter, the majority of this story wasn't Hobi's to share. Everything with Irene and Jjille, except for Hobi's part wasn't something he wanted spread around.

"Calm down, I've not mentioned anything that they don't already know. And if you have to pry, both. I'm enjoying them both."

Hobi stood walking toward the kitchen, his dismissive tone immediately made Jimin angry for Yoongi, who even after their very sweet encounter wouldn't discuss if they had any future together. Yoongi could claim all he wanted he was getting over Hobi's rejection but the truth was he might wait forever. He still had Hanuel and the scraps Hobi tossed him, between that and the lovers he entertained who were far less permanent, Yoongi seemed satisfied. If not satisfied, resigned to his fate. At least Jimin had to assume that because he hadn't been invited back to his bed and was trying not to feel any way about it.

"Do you have feelings for them?" He chased after Hobi, was his hyung really moving on? Growing attached, or in love with someone else? What about the possibility of Jji being alive?

"You know I don't have to tell you any of this right?" Hobi poured a glass of water from a bottle and turned to him. "Why are you so curious? As if I've not spent time with many people over the years?"