Kitties and Cupcakes : pjm ✔️

Part 44

You and Jimin headed home and you turned to him when you arrived back at the apartment.

"You hungry kitten? I was thinking about ordering pizza," you said, glancing casually at him.

"No, I'm fine," he said, shuffling over to the couch. You frowned after him, coming over to sit next to him.

"You feeling okay love? You haven't really eaten anything today," you said worriedly, pressing your hand to his forehead and then his cheek, checking his temperature. He drew back from you, making you blink in surprise as you dropped your hand to your lap.

"I'm fine," he said shortly, leaning against the arm rest, as far as he could get from you without actually leaving the couch.

"Jimin-" you said softly, but he cut you off with a sigh, standing and heading for the bathroom. You frowned as you watched him walk away, confused and hurt. You heard the shower start and you went to wait for him in the bedroom, starting to worry when he took a very long time.

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Jimin didn't even get in the shower for a while, sinking onto the floor in the bathroom while the water ran. He stared at the toilet, fighting with himself as he tried to shove down the urge to throw up. He had eaten some of that cinnamon roll earlier and he really shouldn't have - but he didn't want y/n to hear him. He held his head in his hands, trying to force the thoughts out. What was it she had said to him before? Something about pretty...he couldn't remember her words now and his eyes filled with tears.

Had she said he needed to be pretty, like all the others had always thought? That would make sense to him, he was used to that. He heard his last owners' words echoing in his head, telling him fat kitties didn't have nice owners. He started to breathe heavily, knowing he needed to calm himself down. He rose from the floor and stepped into the shower, letting the water relax him as he tried to release his painful thoughts. But he kept having the same creeping fear that y/n would decide he wasn't good enough and kick him out, just like everyone else had eventually.

-

You were watching the clock, about to barge into the bathroom and check on him when you finally heard the water shut off, the door opening moments later as he crossed to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He started slightly when he saw you sitting on the bed looking at him, trying to cover his abdomen with his arms.

"Y/n, w-what are you doing back here?" He asked nervously.

"You took a long time, I was worried," you said, standing and walking toward him worriedly. He backed away from you, still trying to hide himself from you. You frowned, reaching for him. "Jimin, what is the matter, you're never shy about your body around me," you asked him.

"Well I am today, y/n, so back off!" He said sharply, his tone making you jump and pull away from him quickly, feeling hurt.

"I'm s-sorry kitten," you said, but you looked more closely at him, sensing his distress. His ears were flat and his tail was bushy - he looked more scared than angry so you bravely took another step back toward him. "Jimin, why are you hiding from me?" You asked, your voice more solid now.

"I-I'm not," he said, backing into the wall. You closed the distance between the two of you, gripping his wrists and trying to tug his arms away from himself, but he was too strong and you couldn't move him.

"Jimin. Let me look at you."

"No!" He yelled, turning his face away from you. "Just let me get dressed," he said in a growl. You dropped his hands and braced your hands on your hips, scowling at him.

"You are being mean to me kitten, you know that is against the rules," you said angrily.

"Good, I'm sleeping on the couch tonight then," he said, trying to push past you, but you blocked his path.