Jimin's Whore • PJM

♡ Thirty Three ♡

"Yoongi I don't really think Y/N is up for that. After everything that happened today she probably just wants to go home." You were still in the protective circle of Jimin's arms, could feel his warm breath on your cheek.

"That's exactly why she needs this, you both need it. You walk out that door and kitten here gets back into her head. If you stay, have some fun, Irene doesn't win. She ruined what was an amazing night yesterday, don't let her steal the future." Yoongi sat back down on the couch as if he couldn't care less what you'd choose.

What he said made sense, your feelings about what happened the last couple weeks were all over the place. Your brain fighting to fit it into its proper place, something you had enjoyed vs something you had been manipulated into doing. Left alone with your thoughts you would probably over think every single word Eunwoo said.

"How am I supposed to know what is real? What if everything I've done was just the seven of you playing with me, I was a game piece not a player."

Jimin stroked his hand down your hair and maneuvered you to sit on the couch once more. His body was close, and he held your hand. Yoongi frowned slightly looking at your face.

"Give me an example of a time you felt it wasn't your choice? When did you not have multiple opportunities to change your mind, or even stop entirely? How many times after getting your consent did we ask for it again? Did anyone verbally or physically pressure you to continue?" Yoongi's tone was patient without a single note of condescension. He wasn't speaking to you like a child, but rather prompting you to replay the encounters in your head.

So you did. From the encounters with only Jimin to the basketball game, to the party the previous night. There had been clear instructions, consent requested many times, and you'd remembered how you'd been really impressed that no one seemed to encourage you to choose yes or no. Jimin had told you that submission was a gift and couldn't be taken. He had said you didn't have to participate at all last night, could have simply been an observer.

"Look whatever you believe do me one favor okay? Don't say you think we manipulated you in front of Kookie, he would be crushed." Yoongi stood and walked to the bar in the front of the room. You heard the clatter of ice into glass. Why did the thought of hurting Kookie's feelings make you feel like that ice was dropping through you?

Kookie had been so sweet, wrapping his arms around you wanting you to stay this morning. His wide eyes and pouty lips weren't manufactured to trick you. The moments between you and Jimin, where you'd talked about things and just enjoyed each other hadn't been either. If they were using you for their pleasure, why were you the one being given so much? You regretted being so harsh with him as well, but you couldn't apologize. You needed to react the way you did, having free will to protect yourself was important to you.

"What if I want to make the rules this time?" You challenged and Yoongi turned from the bar, leaning backward against it, a glass of dark liquor swirling in it.

"Kittens don't make rules." He smirked and sipped the liquid.

"Angel, what do you mean?" Jimin questioned you gently.

"I want it to be like with Kookie last night, not like with Jin." You frowned remembering your frustration.

"You mean you want to be able to touch us." Was that humor in Jimin's tone?

"Yes. I don't understand why everyone is always telling me I can't." You turned to him now, Yoongi returning to the couch.

"It's about control, having it and taking it from you. I can see that dynamic is still foreign to you. It's meant to frustrate you, teach you to either have self control or result in you breaking the rule and be punished for it." Jimin's lips curled into a smile as he explained.