Jimin's Pet | Park Jimin (a hybrid story)

^.^Thirteen~~

Hoseok~
Sitting back in my seat, I looked out the window next to me, even though there was only darkness to be seen. Someone tapped my arm and I looked over to see Jiwoo handing me a piece of gum. I took it and smiled at her.

"I'm sorry your trip home was cut short because of me," she said, scrunching up her face.

My sister and I had been visiting home in Gwangju together during my break, but she received a call yesterday that she needed to return for a business reason. My father didn't want Jiwoo to travel alone. Not that I blame him; I wouldn't have let her leave without me anyway.

The only tickets we could get short notice were the ones that put us on this plane... at one o'clock in the morning. At least it's a short flight and I should be tumbling into my bed in less than two hours.

"Awww noona, there's no reason to be sorry," I said, laying my arm across her shoulders, hugging her.

Jiwoo and I were close and no one was happier than I was when she finally moved to Seoul, closer to me.

Right now though, I was anxious to get back to the dorm, even though I would be a few days early. Jimin had been a week and a half on his own and I worried about what he'd been up to. We hadn't spoken since I left, but I got a call from Taehyung the other day warning me that Jimin had moved a girl into the dorm.

It wasn't long before Jiwoo and I were standing outside the airport in Incheon, waiting for a cab. One nice thing about unexpectedly flying in the middle of the night... no crowds of people; I could freely walk around without the worry of being mobbed.

I had the cab drop Jiwoo at her place and then went home.

Letting myself into the apartment, I breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Home sweet home.

Moments later, I dropped my bags onto my bed and went to see if what Tae told me was true. Jimin's door was open so I quietly went inside, even though I could plainly see he was sleeping.

I'll be damned; Tae was not wrong.

Due to the soft light coming from the bathroom, I could see her sleeping on her back, with one arm over her head. She wore an unbuttoned men's white button-up shirt and absolutely nothing else. Jimin's face was buried somewhere in the side of her neck and his hand cupped one of her breasts, her shirt pushed aside.

Hmmm, very cozy.

I took a deep breath and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled at me, not even flinching. I smiled back. Even in this low lighting, I could see what caught Jimin's eye; she was really cute.

She nudged Jimin.

"Jiminie, one of your brothers is here," she said, her voice husky from sleep.

Jimin groaned softly before looking up at me.

"Oh hyung, you're back early," he said.

Noticing her state of undress, he pulled the blanket over her. She rolled over onto her side, seemingly back asleep already.

Jimin rolled out of the bed and followed me out the door. Eyeing his gray sweatpants, I was grateful he wasn't naked.

"I know what this looks like, hyung," Jimin started to defend himself before I even said anything, "but it's not like I just met her in a bar and brought her home. There's more to it than that."

I rubbed my eyes and yawned. "Jimin, I'm tired. Right this second I don't even care. I'm just glad we don't share a room anymore, because that would have been awkward. Explain it to me in the morning." I smirked at him, "I don't think I'm the one you have to worry about anyway."