Jimin's Whore • PJM

♡ Fifty Five ♡

When Hobi stepped out of the way you saw everyone sitting around the room. Joon and Yoongi next to each other on one couch, Kookie kneeling with his head pressed to the floor. Jin sat on a huge pillow on the floor leaning against the side of the couch next to him.

On the other couch Mingi sat with Shinwon, Mi-cha and Tae kneeling in front of them but watching quietly. Kihyun was with Momo sitting daintily in his lap, a smirk on her face like you were a very interesting show.

Your heart was beating fast, excitement mixed with fear. You tugged against your arms, testing your range of motion, finding you had very little. You could twist your body around but couldn't pull away from the metal frame far at all.

"Angel, are you ready?" Jimin's body was close, lips pressed to your ear, all softness.

"Yes Sir." You swallowed hard before answering, your body was anticipating but unsure what would happen next.

Hobi stepped back in front of you and he had a leather crop in his hand. Jimin moved to his side and he had a flogger, but instead of leather was made up of feathers.

"Y/N, I think we should start off easy, simple questions. If you answer honestly, Jimin will give you what you want. If I think you're lying or I don't like the answer, I'm going to punish you. Do you understand?"

Hobi's demeanor had changed, all the sweet sunshine was gone. His tone was clipped, his body language stiff, even the way he held the crop promised a threat of pain. He was dressed in a crisp white button down shirt that he'd unbuttoned halfway, sleeves pushed up his forearms, the lines of veins protruding. He looked like a serious detective with his dark pants and drawn expression.

"Yes Sir." You repeated trying to watch both of them at once. Jimin had loosened his own shirt, losing his blazer. The tan strip of his chest was revealed and you could imagine touching the warm skin.

"What's your name?" Hobi was clearly going to do all the talking, Jimin just watching you leaned against the bed post.

"Y/N." You almost rolled your eyes, he knew your name and he'd already used it. No one moved, no pleasure from Jimin no pain from Hobi.

"Where were you born?" Hobi traced the tip of the flogger up your calf slowly, the leather was supple and flexed as it dragged along.

"Seoul." Jimin pushed off the bed post but didn't come closer.

"How many siblings do you have?"

"None." Hobi nodded and Jimin stroked the feathers along your other calf, the difference in sensation was startling even if they were both being gentle.

"How old were you when you had your first real kiss?" Hobi questioned and you paused, you weren't sure, you only remembered the boy's name and his cherub like lips. You'd been at a school party closed in a dark closet, a childish party game.

You felt the sharp sting of the crop against your thigh and you yelped. It hadn't hurt, more like a quick bite but it focused you.

"Fourteen." You weren't sure but you said it confidently, it wasn't like Hobi actually knew the answer.

"If that question was difficult you're going to be in a lot of trouble soon." Jimin had stopped touching you with the flogger and smirked, wasn't he supposed to be good cop?

"Who was the first guy to see your breasts?" As he said the word he dragged the crop along the curve of one, you shivered.

"Kim Byunho." You blurted out the name, not wanting to hesitate like you had with the kiss question.

Hobi struck first your right and then left breast sharply, you gasped in surprise. Hadn't you answered him quickly? You hadn't lied and if you had he couldn't possibly know. You looked at Jimin who's pink lips and spread into a mischievous smile.