Jimin's Pet • PJM

Fifty Four

Jimin was frayed nerves all day, had changed clothes several times before deciding on his most expensive outfit that still looked a step below formal. He knew it was petty, wearing labels and jewelry Mitch and Carter could never dream of affording, but it was the only power he could weld over them tonight from his position as lowly sub. It wasn't that he thought subs were lowly, he just knew Mitch certainly did. And if Mitch did, certainly Carter did as well.

It hadn't helped that Y/N and Kookie had a very long meeting with investigators and he couldn't speak to either of them. Just seeing their faces for even five minutes might have calmed the fire threatening to rage through him. Instead he was left with only a treadmill and loud music to suppress the urge before getting ready for the dinner.

When he arrived, an hour early, Hobi grinned at the nearly thirty million won outfit Jimin had assembled and the 75 million watch then shook his head. His long fingers dragged down the front of the soft button up Chanel blouse until he could tug Jimin forward by the waistband of his pants.

"You look good Jiminie." Hobi flirted and nuzzled his cheek, clearly in a different mindset than Jimin found himself.

"Don't flatter me, I'm not in the mood." Jimin retorted sourly and Hobi laughed kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Tonight is going to be easy, the worst of it will be hearing Jin and I say untrue things about you as a sub. No one is going to lay a single finger on you, your knees won't touch the floor. I'm not even collaring you." Hobi hooked their arms and walked him toward the kitchen where two people were cooking, Jimin thought he recognized them from Hybe.

"Then you and Jin already came up with a plan?" Jimin perched on a bar stool and Hobi placed an icy bottle of water in front of him.

"Of course, it will be a very light sort of conversation with just enough jabs toward you and Tae that they feel comfortable letting their walls down. If we feel any resistance we'll drop it and let them lead. Tae is already aware to not react to the bullshit, the only question left is, are you?" Hobi raised a brow his eyes critically taking in Jimin.

He didn't manage to get to respond because Jin and Tae noisily came through the door, both of them carrying large boxes. The contents shifted loudly in Jin's and he cursed balancing it just a second before it tumbled upended to the tile. Tae scrambled to help him, holding his own box against his hip and they set them both on dining room chairs with rattling thumps.

"The beverages for tonight, half the bottles are fake alcohol, so we can stay sober while they get drunk. Ours have a tiny red dot on the label, it's almost impossible to see so Tae will be bartender, he's got it down." Jin looked proud of himself as he started emptying the box of the bottles onto the counter.

It honestly was a very good idea, Hobi couldn't hold his alcohol whatsoever and Jin had the tendency to over drink at parties. Any even slight advantage they could claw at was essential. Jimin hadn't been sure Jin would agree to attend tonight at all, he was protective of Tae and had been the least vocal about believing Jjille might still be alive. But like his hyung had done for ten years he came through, never letting them down, and improving the situation while he was at it.

"You hired chefs? It's only dinner for six Hobi!" Jin groaned seeing the staff in the kitchen. Obviously Jin could have accomplished the task, but Jimin guessed Hobi hadn't asked.

"Did you volunteer to cook? No! So don't complain, the last thing I needed today was to spend hours making the twelve side dishes these two could make with very little effort in half of that. But we're going to tell them you cooked it." Hobi shot back at Jin who had moved on to transferring the drinks to the bar fridge.