Jimin & Y/N

Location: Itaewon

Y/N observes the agent as he drives, one hand on the wheel as the other rests against the window.

He looks so innocent like this, nothing like the cruel and ruthless person she's come to know.

How did he even discover this contact of his? How does one just come across the owner of a BDSM club?

She's tempted to ask but thinks better of it as the likelihood of getting a genuine and honest response from someone like Jimin is slim to none and she simply doesn't have the energy for it.

He hasn't spoken a word to her since they left the bunker anyway so it's pretty clear he doesn't want to talk.

Yet she's curious and can't help the way her eyes continue to stray.

She's never met anyone like him before, he's a complete enigma and even though she detests his abhorrent behaviour there's something about him that intrigues her.

Is he always like this? What happened to make him so defensive to the point of acting so maliciously?

What was is it about her that he detested so much? Was it simply down to the fact he didn't trust her and believed her to be part of this organisation they keep speaking of or was there something more?

"You've been staring at me since we left, say what's on your mind or would you prefer to take a picture?" Jimin's eyes never left the road but she didn't miss the way his fingers tightened around the wheel or how his lips curled up mockingly.

"I'm just trying to figure you out." She answers honestly, not really in the mood for playing games. "I get everyone else, just don't get you."

"You've spent a few days with us, you don't get anyone." Jimin hisses, tone one of disdain to which Y/N sighs.

"I'm not saying that I know you well enough to be certain, what I'm saying is that from the interactions I've had so far I get why the others are like they are but what I don't get is you."

"There's nothing for you to get." Jimin responds, a bite to his words which serves as warning for her to back off and even though it's tempting to continue pushing the agent she relents.

"Can you at least tell me how you come to know the owner of a BDSM club?" She's fully aware that Jimin might refuse to answer her questions but she's curious and wants to at least try.

"Why are you so adamant in asking me questions?"

"It's too quiet, I don't like it when it's too quiet." Y/N whispers the last part but she knows that Jimin heard it.

When it's quiet she focuses too much on what's happening to her and that only causes her fear to grow and become more turbulent.

She needs something to focus on.

She needs distraction from the way her thoughts spiral.

Jimin scoffs, eyes cruel as they spare her a glance before shifting to the road again. "You think I care if it's too quiet for you?"

"No I really don't but truthfully speaking I'm tired and not in the mood to continue this arduous back and forth we seem to have so how about for a brief moment we call a truce and you answer my question, I don't even care if you don't tell me everything but at least give me something." Y/N sighs, eyes glued on the lights outside the passenger window as silence falls over the pair once more.

"Fine." Jimin finally breaks it, clearly hesitant but with a quick glance in his direction she can see he's become somewhat tired of the back and forth himself.

Or does he just require an audience for it? Does he get off on the thrill he gets when he knows other people are watching and listening in. Is that the reason he knows the owner of a BDSM club? He desires control and has become addicted to the allure of all eyes on him?

"I have a certain preference when it comes to sex and the club provides what I need, there's your answer."

"Figures." Y/N voices her thoughts before she can stop herself. "You seem like the type to crave control, don't like it when that's taken away from you or when someone else tries to take the lead."

Jimin scoffs "So you've said numerous times already, you hardly know me yet you've got all this figured out huh?"

"You judged me!" Y/N balks, furious eyes falling over the agent as he pulls the car over to a darkened street and slows to a stop. "The very moment we met you judged me and you've been judging me ever since! Not once have you listened to me or given me the benefit of the doubt, you've decided for yourself that I'm the bad guy and somehow out to get you! The truth is Jimin, my life was normal before I met all of you! I thought I knew who I was and what I wanted from life, I thought I had everything figured out but then I meet you guys and everything I thought I knew about myself and my life has been cast in shadow. I don't even know who I am anymore or where I'm supposed to go from here, I have no clue if I can trust the people I always thought were my friends and family. You judged me and so why can't I judge you? Answer me that Jimin, why is it okay for you to think that you have me all figured out but when I try to judge you and guess your character suddenly that's frowned upon. Fuck, you're such a narcissistic asshole!"

Jimin slams on the brakes, both hands now coming to rest on the wheel as he glares out at the empty road.

Oh, so the facade cracks.

Y/N can't help but feel triumphant as Jimin yanks open the door and slams it behind him which such force that it shakes.

He doesn't like it when people call him out on his bullshit, doesn't like losing that control or allowing his mask to slip.

"It makes you feel vulnerable doesn't it." Y/N whispers as she watches the agent walk towards a small apartment building, the door opening to reveal a tall woman dressed in all black with crimson curls cascading over one shoulder. Jimin says something to her, gesturing to the car before stepping around the woman and disappearing inside.

So this must be Ara. Y/N muses as she watches the woman step down from the porch and approach the car. Who exactly is she to Jimin? Just a contact?

"I've never seen Jimin like this before." Ara grins as Y/N steps out of the car. "In all the time we've spent together I've never seen him so animated about something or in this case someone, pleasure to meet you." The crimson haired beauty holds out a perfectly manicured hand, grip gentle and reassuring as Y/N offers her own to greet her.

"Jimin isn't very happy with me at the moment and likewise." Y/N responds as politely as she can, drawing her hand back and tucking it inside the pocket of her jacket as Ara laughs.

"I've never seen Jimin angry with anyone before, he keeps his emotions under lock and key so the fact you've managed to get such a strong reaction from him has me impressed and incredibly intrigued."

"You seem to know Jimin well, have you been friends for long?" Y/N asks, hoping Ara will take the bait and stop quizzing her on the turbulent relationship she shares with Jimin.

"I guess so, started off as casual acquaintances then we became friends who fuck on occasion." The way Ara says this so openly and without hesitation has Y/N's eyes widening slightly, so that's what the nature of their relationship is. Doesn't surprise her really as everything is about sex and games when it comes to Jimin it seems.

"Ah, I see." Y/N doesn't mean to make it awkward but she's not exactly the best when it comes to discussing things of such a nature with someone she's only just this minute met. "So what did Jimin tell you about me?"

"That's he's taking you to the club tonight and wants me to dress you up, make you look like you belong." Ara grins, eyes falling over Y/N and lingering as they take in the dips and curves. "I have something perfect for you, follow me." She beckons with a curl of her finger, hips swaying through the door and starting up a narrow staircase.

Well, this should be interesting. Y/N muses, trying desperately to rid herself of any lingering nerves as she follows.

~

"So answer me something." Ara wipes the corner or her mouth delicately, tone amused as she looks up at him.

"If you're going to ask me about Y/N don't even bother continuing." Jimin remained indifferent, nonchalant as he slipped his now softening cock inside the confines of his boxers. "I won't answer even if you do." He tries his best not to react when Ara laughs, slowly straightening herself up as he finishes getting himself dressed.

"I think you like her."

Jimin scoffs at this, turning around with the best disgusted expression he can conjure. "No."

"Then why the anger when you arrived? I've never seen you so furious, never seen a hint of real emotion from you and believe me I've tried." Ara smirks, naked body on full display as she reaches over to her nightstand to retrieve a pack of cigarettes. "This is the first time you've fucked me and allowed emotion to seep through that impenetrable exterior you keep up so ardently." She watches him closely, lighting up a cigarette and bringing it slowly to her lips as Jimin rolls his eyes.

"I have nothing more to say Ara, I came here to ask for your help and now it's done so we're leaving."

"It was done twenty minutes ago, you could have left then but instead you dragged me in here to fuck my brains out when Y/N is right outside. You wanted her to know right? You're never that loud when it comes to sex, don't think I didn't know what you were doing." Ara grins, stretching out her limbs as she watches Jimin pull on his boots.

"I needed a release and as always you provided, isn't that the way this always goes? Why are you so interested in Y/N? Jealous perhaps?" Jimin turns the tables, eyes cruel as is the smirk that plays on his lips.

"Oh Jimin, I fuck too many men on a daily basis and you're simply one on that very long list. I don't form attachments, I certainly don't get jealous so whatever this game is you're playing it's not working. I see right through you and your bullshit, you should know this about me after all the times we've spent together."

"Thanks for helping Ara." Jimin doesn't spare her a single glance as he leaves the bedroom.

~

Y/N is furious.

Who the hell does he think he is? Leaving her sitting here like this for almost thirty minutes as he goes off to fuck Ara.

The moment the two women stepped inside Ara's apartment Jimin was nowhere to be found, he didn't show himself during the entire time Y/N was left alone with a woman she barely knows and not even when she was dressed in the most ridiculous outfit she's ever worn did he make his presence known. Y/N was left completely to her own devices, having to listen to Ara as she filled her in about the rules of the club and the etiquette expected. Then when she was ready, Ara seemingly happy with her handiwork Jimin appeared only to completely avoid looking at her.

"I need to speak with you." Jimin rushed out, fingers curling around Ara's wrist and pulling her down a hallway and out of view. The sound of a door closing and then the unmistakable sounds of intimacy following shortly after which made Y/N's blood boil and heart race.

Almost thirty fucking minutes sitting and waiting as Jimin embarrassed and humiliated her.

Was this his idea of a game still? Did he get some sick twisted pleasure out of knowing she could hear what was happening? If that's the case she wasn't going to play ball, fuck Jimin and his abhorrent behaviour.

"Done now are we?" Y/N questioned, brow arched quizzically as Jimin appeared in the living space. "Got your end away, feel better? Got some of that control back?" She continued to fire off her questions, not really wanting or needing a response because this was her showing Jimin that she wasn't going to play his games.

"Nice outfit." Jimin scoffs, giving her a cold once over before moving towards the door.

Maroon Corset.

Tiny lace skirt and black boots.

Delicate velvet choker around her neck.

The leash Jimin had given to her back at the bunker between her hands ready to be worn.

In all her life she had never worn anything like it and Jimin had left her there.

Nervous.

Confused.

A little scared.

Alone.

All because he wanted to remind her of who the dominant one was....that he was in control.

"I want you to understand something." Y/N kept her voice calm as she followed after the agent, stopping him from stepping through the door as she placed herself right in front of it. "You may think that your little fuck session with Ara has bothered me but you're wrong."

"Is that so?" Jimin smirks, eyes refusing to look at anything but the door over Y/N's shoulder as she speaks.

"I make you angry and you hate that don't you? You despise that when you're around me you don't have the control that you have with others, that you don't have all the answers....you don't like the fact that you can't figure me out."

Jimin's eyes finally snap to her own, lips curling in disdain. "I don't like how you've destroyed everything in your path since you arrived."

"What you don't like is the fact that I have their attention, that's what this is right? The guys are the only people you've allowed yourself to love and trust but then I come along and the attention isn't all on you. Suddenly Jimin isn't the one in control, somebody else is."

"You have zero control and tonight I'll make sure to remind you of it." Jimin seethes, malice dripping from his words. "Trust me when I say that once you see the person I truly am.....you'll be begging for this Jimin to come back."

Y/N watches, heart racing as Jimin turns and heads back to his car.

Did she push things too far?

"If you keep pushing him you might not like what you uncover." Ara's sudden presence startles her, the woman gliding gracefully through the space between them wearing nothing but a cerulean satin robe. "I don't know much about Jimin, he doesn't like to share but what I do know is that there's a reason nobody sticks around long enough to be his official submissive."

"Why don't they stick around?" Y/N questions, already fearing the answer.

"You'll find out at the club, just be careful." Ara doesn't say anything more, simply waits by the door for Y/N to leave and closing it once she does.

Guess she's going to find out why nobody sticks around.

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