Jimin's Whore • PJM

Thirty Two

Jimin found Irene sprawled across the elegant lounge chair in her bedroom, flipping through a book. The rage that built in his chest when he saw her intensified when she rolled her eyes up at him.

"What now Jimin-ah?" She returned to the book ignoring his presence. He grabbed her by the arms and lifted swinging her to her feet.

"You fucking bugged my apartments? What the fuck is wrong with you?" He watched her mouth open in protest and he shook her once by the shoulders. "Don't even deny it, Cha Consulting security team has everything and they're going to unravel you."

"Let me go." Jimin growled but did as she asked, pacing away from her. She watched him with distaste, but pulled herself together.

"Why Irene? I was the only person who was there for you when SM was ready to toss you out on your ass. You have control of all your money, all your credits, a new album coming out this year. Why are you doing this?" Jimin was screaming, fury that poured from his chest. He'd always been there for her, even if it was a sick and twisted co-dependent mess.

"I'm in love with you." Irene's voice tossed the phrase between them like it weighed nothing. "I don't want you to be with her."

Jimin sat back roughly against her bed, all the anger knocked out of him. He dropped his face into his palms and then rubbed them down his neck.

"It's too late. I poured all my love into you and you rejected it. I don't have any left. I'm falling in love with Y/N and you're going to leave us alone. Exposing me or blackmailing her won't change how I feel. I won't be with you no matter what you do." Jimin stood and let the frustration come back.

"You were just a kid when you told me you loved me, I wasn't ready." Irene pouted her lips and her eyes were pleading, Jimin was unmoved.

"If you love me give me all the recordings. You'd got one chance to make this right or I'll never speak to you again. I'm not your submissive little toy anymore and I can ruin you." He waited, confident that Irene would break beneath his anger.

She finally moved toward her bedroom door, he followed her as she walked into her office. From under her sprawling desk Irene produced a micro computer it's black box about the size of a large sandwich. Mechanically she hooked it up to the monitor on her screen, within minutes she pulled up a file marked 'dinner Jimin/Friday' and hit the play button. Jimin listened as he asked to watch a movie and cuddle. She switched to another file 'sex with Jin/Saturday' and he stopped her before she played it.

"Just give me the computer. Do you have any back ups? Show me your phone." Irene shut the the computer down and unhooked it again while Jimin deleted files from her cell phone.

"Log into your cloud." She did as he asked and he deleted the files there as well.

"That's it, you have it all. I won't get in the way anymore." She handed him the computer and he took it, more aggressively than necessary. Irene stared at him, pitiful but resigned.

"If you do anything else that could cause Y/N embarrassment or harm there's no limit to what I'll do to hurt you back. I don't want to hear from you for a while. Go play with your pets and let me be happy Irene."

After he was gone Irene stood in her living room trying to contain the urge to scream her lungs out. This was only a set back she assured herself. She didn't need sex tapes to bring Jimin down. She just needed Y/N out of the way. She yanked a pillow off the couch and crushed it between her palms. Before she hurled it against the wall she realized something, the thought bubbling to the surface dragging a grin with it.

She still had the box from his safe. Amidst all the drama of the recordings he'd not bothered to collect the delicate green box, still nestled in her own safe. She'd do as Jimin asked, give him space, but the next time she was in the picture, Y/N would be permanently out of it.