His Little Play Thing

Him

TW: mentions of self harm.

The sunlight illuminated Jimin's face as he stood beneath you on the lawn just under the budding tree in your yard.

You lean down to open your window trying your best to be discreet as to not wake your mom or tip off your dad and uncle that there's someone here. You know that if your dad found out after the incident you had then he'd surely kill the both of you.

"What are you doing here?" You hiss down at him with a scowl very blatant on your face.

He looks up and smiles softly at you, squinting his eyes,
"Just checking up on you, watch out I'm coming up"
Before you can even think of protesting he hauls himself flawlessly up into your tree in your yard, climbing up like a spider monkey he, reaches the window and a few heartbeats pass of you both looking at one another, you break from his gaze and step aside to allow him into your room after an awkward beat of your face heating under his watchful eyes.

He swings his legs over the windowsill being careful not to step on the pillows on your nook and steps in to where he's now eye level with you, and you cant help but squirm under his burning gaze. He rakes his eyes down your body, looking at you hungrily and you can't seem to figure out why until you hear him speak.

"I'm not going to ask you why you aren't wearing any pants... But have I told you how sexy of legs you have?"

You blush violently looking down having forgotten to throw on a pair of shorts and mentally kick yourself while trying to pull the hem of your shirt down further to hide your thighs. Last thing you need is him seeing the fresh cuts.

"Oh shut up you" you say punching him lightly on the arm. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him, Causing you to stumble slightly forwards. Placing a hand on his chest you balance yourself before you fall flat on your face. You can feel the hardness of his chest beneath your palm, and the low rhythmic rise and fall of his chest beneath your fingertips. He looks down at you with lustful chocolate eyes.

How are you so perfect?

He moves his body away from you and you frown inwardly at the lack of contact, his warmth no longer seeping into your craved skin.

"Turn on a light so I can see you" he says in a commanding tone. You hesitate before turning on your heel to turn on the lamp by your bedside. You have to squint at the harsh blue light that fills the room. There are two drawbacks to the lamp being on. One. You can see him more clearly. Two. He can see you and the bruises on your skin. But as you take in his face all thoughts of your clothes or lack there of, dissipate into thin air. His left eye is bruised and he has a cut on the upper right corner of his eyebrow.

He must not care though because as soon as he lays eyes on your face he frowns and looks down to his feet.

I'm so sorry..." Reaching up he cups your face in the palm of his hand. Sending both pain and sparks shooting through your body. You had been hoping to hide the fact that you too have a bruise and cuts on your face, but him telling you to turn the light on made it impossible to hide. You flinch away slightly and look him in the eye.

"It's okay... It doesn't hurt" you lie through your teeth hoping he buys it but to no such luck.

"I can tell it does, don't lie to me" his tone now holding a sympathetic edge,

"Nah. I'm used to pain, I can handle it"
Your voice is small and you feel your barrier beginning to break.

you decide instead to ask him the one question that's been eating away at you.

"Jimin?" You say softly, "H...how did you know where I was earlier?"

"You walked home from school today, usually you drive. And you acted weird all day today. I trailed you. Turns out it was a good thing I did" he replied nonchalantly.