Jimin's Whore • PJM

Five

You woke to your mother barging into your room unannounced the next morning, what you felt was too early for a Sunday. You were used to this scenario so you'd slept in your kpop hoodie from the night before. You sat up sleepily as she stopped in front of your bed, a crisp envelope, still sealed, between her fingers. She was fully dressed for the day, hair glamorously styled, make up elegantly applied, only her house slippers instead of high heels betraying her perfection.

"This came for you first thing this morning, delivered by Park Jimin's PA, it's getting late, you should probably get up." You plucked the heavy cobalt colored card from her fingers. The paper-stock was thick and expensive, felt cool in your hands. The only writing on the front was your name. She stayed, her curiosity about its contents thinly veiled and you tucked it onto the bed at your side. Even if she hadn't said his name you would have known who had sent the note and the spin of your stomach told you that you knew exactly why it had arrived.

"Park Jimin promised Aiyun tickets to a Stray Kids concert later this summer. I told him he could send them here for her." You'd fixed your face to cool neutrality. Whether or not she bought your story you couldn't tell.

"While he's feeling so generous maybe you should remind him that your uncle's company has been trying to get BTS to agree to a sponsorship with Adidas for months." Her narrow eyes held yours, all your drowsiness gone now and you nodded solemnly.

"I clearly have his ear, I will make sure I bring it up when I thank him for the tickets." Your mother's features softened and she patted your head lovingly.

"Good girl, now hurry to breakfast, Kyu-lee has laundry to do and can't wait while you sleep all day." Straightening her skirt with her palms your mother whirled from the room as much of a tornado on the way out as she had been on the way in. Of course she hadn't bothered to close your door.

You stood and tucked the envelope into the bottom drawer of your desk. You pulled on jeans, your mother had a no sweatpants at the table rule, then went to the kitchen. You hastily ate fruit and a hard boiled egg with a cup of coffee under the watchful eye of your mother's nosy maid. You'd have skipped the egg entirely except you knew she'd report back that you'd eaten poorly. All these were just more reasons to move out.

Back in your room thirty minutes later you closed the door and went to your desk. You pulled the envelope out again and placed it flat on the surface. You knew why this letter had arrived. Jimin had realized you had kept his number blocked. Your tummy curled with heat wondering how he would keep his threat to not ask nicely.

You removed your letter opener from the pen holder and slid it into the flap, it sliced through the stationary with a satisfying tear. Inside was a light blue sheet of paper folded in half, when you opened it a band of cobalt blue that matched the envelope bordered the page. In the corner was Jimin's lovely monogram: PJM. You noticed right away his handwriting was small and neat.

'Angel,

I wanted to believe last night when I reached out to you initially that you had simply fallen asleep without completing my tiny request. Now at seven am I believe it's clear you do not intend to do it at all. I'm giving you until eleven am to change your mind or I will find myself on the phone with your father by noon. During that conversation I will accidentally mention how when I offered you an innocent ride home last night you drunkenly kissed me in the backseat of my car. If you think he may not like hearing that version of events, unblock my number sweetheart and tell me to fuck off politely. I promise I will respect your wishes promptly afterwards.

Park Jimin'

Panic skimmed through you like a wave and you scrambled across the bed to your cell phone, tapping the screen: 10:30am. You breathed a sigh of relief and sat on your bed cross legged. You flipped to his contact information and unblocked the number. You took a deep breath, you'd just tell him off politely like he'd said, and he'd be out of your life.