My little Puppy

Prologue

Don't worry about it

It'll be okay

Just one more shot

Just endure it

Just one

Good boy~

Jimin is twenty one. He is ordinary. At least that is what he considers himself. He goes to college for dance and he has a job. He has a small apartment and is hardly making ends meet, but it works. Jimin was walking along a street to a store in an oversized hoodie, when he heard a loud crash. Startled, Jimin turned around. But nothing was there. Strange, he swore it came from behind him. Jimin stuffed his small hands in his pockets and continued to walk. Suddenly a stray dog wandered across his path. Jimin cooed at the puppy and knelt down to pet it. The puppy allowed it to be pet and Jimin fangirled over it. The dog looked familiar, but Jimin couldn't place it. The dog was large, almost like a wolf. It had bright blue eyes and had dark fur. Jimin fed it some treats he had and said goodbye as he reached the store. He grabbed a bag of chips and knew that these would be his supper. He paid and he opened the bag and munched on a few as he headed back to his apartment building. He felt like something was watching him as he ascended the stairs, but he brushed it off. Jimin opened the door and collapsed on his rickety bed and let out a sigh. Jimin munched on a chip and thought. Jimin had no friends, he was always 'different' in everyone's eyes. The only friends he had were his coworkers at his part-time job, except for his best friend for life Oh Suho. He had three friends. Mark Tuan, Choi Youngjae, and Chu Eunwoo. Jimin didn't have a phone, so no way to talk to them outside of work. Or to talk to anyone in that matter. He hasn't heard from his parents in three years. Ever since he was thirteen. He is now seventeen and is trying his best to avoid the law and make ends meet for a few years. Jimin ate the last of the chips, making sure to savor them, because he only gets to eat those once a month. Jimin grabbed his shabby blanket and wrapped himself in it. He drifted off to sleep. He was asleep for a few hours before footsteps awoke him. Someone was here. Jimin looked at the clock. Two in the morning. Suddenly a hand pinned him down to the mattress. Jimin immediately fought back. In the darkness, he couldn't see so he just thrashed and bit. He caught skin a few times and even drew blood. "I hate to do this.", said the kidnapper. Suddenly a cloth was put on my face. I held my breath, refusing to give in. The kidnapper clicked their tongue. "It's okay. Breathe baby boy. Sleep." Jimin gave in and breathed. The drugs quickly knocked him out.