Jimin's Whore • PJM

Sixty Two

Jimin and Tae had looked around the studio and locker room for their phones but hadn't found them when they arrived back from lunch. Finally Hobi urged them to finish practice and they could deal with the phones later. Both of them were distracted and not paying attention, Hobi was about to lose it on them.

"Taemin did something with them Jimin why can't you see that? You always have to defend him!" Tae was irritated and not paying attention as Hobi played back the dance for the fifth time. He couldn't seem to drop it, it wasn't normal that they'd both lost their phones in the same place on the same day.

"I didn't even want to go to lunch with him, but you folded immediately." Jimin glared at Tae and Hobi slid between them.

"You both missed the last slide, and Tae you moved in the wrong direction on the second part. Jimin you're not turning far enough on the third beat." Hobi spoke over them trying to cut off the fight that was brewing between the maknae.

All three of them looked up suddenly when Joon and one of the managers tore through the studio door, out of breath and looking stricken. Relief flooded their faces as they took him in.

"Jimin, thank fucking god." Joon yanked him to his feet pulling him into a hug. Jimin looked over his shoulder at Manager Choi confused.

"Thank god for what?" He pushed back from Joon hands cupping his shoulders, looking at their faces which were both tight with emotion.

"The news just reported that you wrecked your car. It's all over the internet and TV. They're saying that the driver is in critical condition and that alcohol was a factor in the wreck." The manager was holding out his phone, Jimin didn't take it, still overwhelmed with the information. "It really is your car Jimin, the license plate matches. We called you over and over and you didn't answer."

Jimin took the phone with shaking hands, what were they even talking about? He'd not driven his car in days, had someone stolen it? He looked at the photos, the Porsche Panamera was crumpled, surrounded by first responders, glass and metal pieces all over the road. A big Hyundai SUV was on it's side the front end completely crushed.

"And the other driver?" Jimin was scrolling through the pictures, trying to make sense of everything.

"He's fine."

"I lost my phone," Jimin was staring at something in the fourth picture his heart thundering in his chest so raucously that it hurt, "can I make a call with your phone please?"

He was dialing your number before the manager even answered, straight to voicemail. He dialed again, same result. He shoved the phone back into the manager's palm and stood there frozen.

"Everyone shut up and someone call my phone." When no one moved, everyone staring at him strangely he shouted. "Right now." Everyone kept staring at him, but Hobi dialed his phone that was still nestled in his hand from watching the dance video. The room remained silent.

"What is this about Jimin-ah?" Joon had his hand on Jimin's shoulder softly. "You can just file a police report for your stolen car, you're not going to be liable, lots of people saw you here."

"No Joon, just stop talking, everyone spread out and call it again." Jimin's voice cracked for the first time, the words full of tension and fear. Everyone moved around the room, and Hobi dialed again. Jimin held his breath, and then Tae yelled near the mats.

"They're here, behind the yoga mats, I hear buzzing." He knelt rummaging through the colorful rolls then stood producing two phones in his long slender fingers. Jimin covered the distance and pulled his away glancing at the screen.