Jaemin was quietly sitting next to you on the couch in his mansion, watching you text with your friends on your phone. His eyes kept darting between your hands typing and your dog as well, that you insisted you had to get… it was a white Pomeranian, named Jojo. And he hated it.

Even as he shifted a bit and put an arm around your shoulders and kissed your neck, he never looked away from the dog and your phone.

He was going to kill that dog tonight while you slept.