BTS Oneshots

Jimin // Dangerous Love Spin Off (2)

Jimin purred softly as his owners hand ran through his hair near the base of his ears. Both curled up on the sofa in her apartment. He enjoyed this, enjoyed being petted, enjoyed being warm and being in the arms of his Mistress.

Jimin soon fell asleep in her arms, listening to her quiet singing in the background.

A few weeks later is when Jimin's seemingly perfect life crumbled, his Mistress was being evicted due to loosing her job and being unable to pay the rent for the apartment anymore which meant she had to travel to live with her brother.

"I wish I could take you with me Jiminie~" She spoke softly as she packed her bags with her very minimal belongings. "But if I did, he would die. He's deathly allergic to cats. Including hybrids."

Jimin pouted, his plump lips seeming plumper.

"But Mistress, you promised it would be us two forever..." He whispered softly the tears threatening to fall. His tail hung low, no longer flicking back and forth.

"I know, but humans break their promises when something comes along." She spoke softly, kissing his forehead. "I've got no doubt someone else will adopt you and be able to take better care of you. Provide you with all the clothes and food you need-"

Jimin got horrible memories of the adoption center. Shivers coursing down his spine.

"I don't care if I don't have a lot of clothes or food to eat, as I'm with you." He spoke softly. She shook her head. Tears welling in her own eyes.

"I'm sorry Jiminie... now let's go to sleep... yeah?" Her voice broke and Jimin nodded crawling into her arms on the sofa once more.

Once he was positive she had fell asleep, he took an empty envelope off the table and a pen before writing out

Mistress, I don't want to cause you the stress of going through the adoption company just to put me back. Thank you for all you've done for me, you treated me better than anybody else had and for that I'm grateful.

I hope you have a great life.

Love Jiminie

With that he signed it, and stood up and left quietly. Ignoring the lump in his throat that only seemed to grow with every step that he took.

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Weeks later and he wondered how Mistress was getting on, and then he grew angry. She chose her brother over him, and that caused the ache in his heart to ache more and his trust in humans to fall.

He was on the run from the pound, so he hid in an alleyway, near the apartment but far away enough so he couldn't smell her scent.

He curled up quietly and decided to sleep.

The cold winter air was nipping at his skin as he laid there, the looming threat of snowfall was in the air, he could smell it.

He shivered in anticipation, already dreading the oncoming snowfall. He whined and cried quietly, that's when he heard footsteps and then a sound of shock.

In front of him stood another human.