Pet Me, Please? | p.jm

🐶twenty six🐶

"Oh?" The door finally opens to reveal a newly awoken Sehun, "What brings you here?" He asks running a hand through his bed hair after yawning.

Jimin glares at the taller man, he had been standing outside in the heat not to be treated this way. He hated how nonchalant the other was acting.

"Why would you lie?" He wasn't going to beat around the bush, he was going to go straight to the point. After what he did to you, he wanted answers.

"About?" This further irked him, Jimin found himself taking a step closer towards the exhibitor.

"Don't act dumb," Jimin snarls, not intimidated by the other's height and cold expression.

"Oh, hang on there, dog," Sehun unknowingly pushed a button with his insult, "I have no idea what you're talking about." He adds, cocking an eyebrow as if to back up his confusion.

"I'm talking about the rumours that you spread about, (Y/N)." Jimin elaborates, trying his best to keep his anger contained, it was threatening to spill over any minute now.

"Oh that?" Sehun's eyes lit up as a smirk crosses his lips, "Those aren't rumours. They're creative truths." He shrugs his shoulders before turning on his heel to walk back into his house. But an arm tightly grasping his elbow had stopped him.

"Why did you lie?" Jimin rephrased his former words, he wasn't going to let the man just get away with what he did. He knew that (Y/N) would never treat any dog that way. And he fully believed the story that she told Namjoon and Hoseok.

"That's for me to know, and for you to never find out." Sehun teased, pulling his arm away from Jimin which only caused the grip to further tighten. Even if Jimin was smaller in size and stature, he was strong.

"Tell them the truth." He ordered through gritted teeth. Sehun chuckled before spinning around to meet Jimin's eyes.

"Where's the fun in that?" The words rolled from his mouth smoothly, Jimin had enough of him and knew that they weren't going to get anywhere.

He pushed him the moment that Sehun closed in on him to intimidate him. He was going to push through with plan B and get Jungkook to talk.

"You're going to regret that, boy." He roughly grabbed Jimin's arm before he could walk away, digging his nails into the fair flesh enough to draw blood.

You sigh, no one has responded to the texts that you sent out. You spent the whole morning with the text brigade that Hoseok had planned for you. The ones who replied had only caused you more heartache and confusion.

Serves you right.

You're a disgusting human being.

You don't deserve any of those wins.

"I should pick Jimin up," You say after seeing the time on your phone, you find yourself dragging yourself off the sofa and walking towards the door.

You felt like a zombie.

Your hand pressed against the door's cold handle and you opened it, hurriedly walking out, you collided into something.

Or someone.

"Oh." You oomph. You looked up and your eyes widen the moment that they met with eyes with the same color as yours.

Your blood ran cold.

"(Y/N)," Your father welcomes himself into your house, making you move to the side to allow him access. You watched in shock as he silently criticizes your home, "Your place isn't so shabby after all," he says, "still, it doesn't befit you."

"Why are you here?" You immediately ask him, ignoring his previous remark. You were tempted to rub your eyes to see if your head was messing with you.

"Is it wrong of me to visit my darling daughter?" He said with hurt, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his words. You knew how fake they were.

"What's your purpose, father." You didn't have time to entertain him, you still had to pick Jimin up, but you couldn't leave him inside your house.

Your father's eyes darkened at your words and you could tell that he was trying his best to restrain himself from glaring at you or shouting.

"I've decided that it's time for you to come back home," You scoff, you couldn't help but think of how ridiculous his words were.

"And you think I'll agree because...?" A mocking smile manages to cross your face further upsetting him, you were waiting for him to give in and break, you weren't used to him being all polite and civil.

"Are you living with someone? I heard from Jihye that you're housing someone." You nearly hissed at the mention of the dreaded woman's name. You wondered how your mother could tolerate her.

You straighten your pressure, to show him that he certainly was not above you.

"Yes, I am." You said, "He's one of your models." He cocked an eyebrow before the side of his lip had ever so slightly twitched.

"I don't think that it would be safe for you to live with him." He shuffles through his slack's pockets to reveal two printed photos and handing them to you.

It was a picture of Jimin drunk at the bar, you knew this was the time that he was with Jihye, was she stupid enough to think that Jungkook wouldn't tell you?

The second one, however, had greatly surprised you. It was a picture of Jimin pushing someone, but you couldn't really tell who it was with the way the face was being covered.

Maybe he got someone to fake a picture for him.

"Look at him," He breaks you free from your train of thoughts,
"isn't that enough for me to worry about my daughter?" Again, you roll your eyes.

"I don't believe this," You raise the paper up and tear it in front of his eyes before tossing it to the side, "You think that I would fall for this bullshit, dad?"

"He's already influenced you, you never cur-" You knew this time he was just trying to find anything to blame on Jimin, you weren't having any of it.

"Will you just leave?" You cut him off, not caring how disrespectful you seemed to be. You weren't going to respect a liar. "I'm not going anywhere, I'm not living with you ever again!"

"I warned you, (Y/N)," He easily gives in which causes you to grow curious, but you remain firm with your decision to wait for him to leave. "I'm certain that it won't be too long when you come running to me with your tail between your legs, when that time comes, you'll realize how much you need us." He leaves, the door closing loudly behind you.

You were going to be late because of him, you hurriedly grabbed your phone and dialed Hoseok's number while walking towards the car, you waited a few minutes to make sure that he was gone.

He picks up the moment that you fasten your seatbelt.

"Hobi, I'm heading over to pick Jimin up."

"Huh?" Your heart drops at his confusion, "I thought that he was already with you?"

"I haven't picked him up yet." You stuff the keys and turn on the car. "I'm on my way." You drop the call and step on the gas.

Then your thoughts drifted to the second picture that your father had showed you earlier.

"Jimin, where the hell did you go?"