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"Where are you?" Yoongi called out as he kicked off his shoes by the entrance. The heavy leather thumped to the ground as he ran inside looking for you. He checked the kitchen and living room first, but quickly moved on when there were no signs of you on the underfloor heated kitchen tiles or the usual spot on the couch. There was only one other spot you always went to when you needed comfort.

"Hey, hey, I'm here," Yoongi almost ripped the bathroom door from its hinges as he rushed to your side and dropped down on his knees. Your eyes met for a brief second before his arms wrapped tightly around you. All the tension in your body disappeared as you felt his chest rise and fall in a sporadic rhythm. Although he was out of breath from running up the stairs, you were relieved he was here.

"I'm here now, you can let it all out," he whispered while adjusting his grip on you.

"I didn't realise something like this could happen," you let out a defeated sigh. Your sniffles echoed around the bathroom, but your salty tears had stopped. Yoongi took a brief moment to reach for some tissue paper, and dabbed your flushed cheeks dry.

"Would you like some water?" he spoke so softly now that he had regained his breath. You nodded, and Yoongi reached out again to grab a blue tinted glass and fill it with cool water. You always kept one in the bathroom, which was a relief, because this way Yoongi could stay by your side.

"Cool water absorbs better," Yoongi handed you the glass while stroking your hair. "Drink slowly. It'll help you balance your breathing," he urged.

"I feel better now," you closed your eyes and let your head rest on his chest. Yoongi couldn't help, but smile.

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Jungkook had been so excited that night. He came home with a store-bought cake and some red roses to surprise you. You were in the bedroom almost ready to go to bed when the door opened softly, keys were thrown nonchalantly next to yours, and shoes were kicked off.

"Baby?" Your heart fluttered at those words even after all these years of being together. "Baby, are you here?" He repeated while walking into the kitchen and dropping the cake on the marble counter.

"In the bedroom," you softly called out to him. Before long he was before you, black t-shirt revealing only a portion of his impressive sleeve tattoos and black sweats loosely enveloping his powerful thighs. With a few massive strides he was before you, strong arms ready to take on your full weight. When you gave yourself to him, Jungkook sighed of contentment.

"How was your day?" He breathed in your scent and held you even tighter. The soft timbre of your voice soothed him and Jungkook could feel his muscles relaxing just by hearing your heartbeat, seeing your face and smelling his sweat mixed with your citrusy shower gel.

"Nothing too out of the ordinary," Jungkook pulled back to look upon your face. "A few infinity signs, roman numbers, almost finished Taehyung's sleeve and had a new guy come in for a consultation." You smiled, feeling drowsy as his body heat kept warming you up. A soft kiss was placed on your lips, but before you had time to react to it, he had retreated. Jungkook's eyes were silently staring into your eyes, desperately, as if he was trying to memorize every hue in your irises.

"I have news," he whispered into your ear, taking your hand and leading you out into the kitchen.

"Cake?" Your eyes widened in surprise when Jungkook lifted you up over his head. With a faint squeal you grabbed his shoulders and demanded to be put down. His palms hesitated for a second on your behind, as he was lowering you to the ground. Surprised you grabbed his thick forearms to maintain some distance while trying to calm the nervous beating of your heart.

"So, to what do we owe the cake?" You laughed as Jungkook put his hands on your waist and gave an affectionate squeeze.

"Agust has offered me my very own tattoo place!" Jungkook lifted you up once again but put you down immediately when he felt your body go limp.

"A tattoo place?" You croaked. "Where? Here?" Jungkook sensed your reserve and loosened his grip on your waist.

"In LA..." he whispered softly.

"Excuse me?" You couldn't believe your ears. This tattoo place was Jungkook's dream. Had always been. And now it was finally becoming a reality.

"When are you moving?" You managed to steady your voice, but you were close to crying. What about your plans to stay in Toronto while you still had three and a half years of economic studies to complete? What about the fact that you had already been looking for a home nearby? You felt stupid for not having the foresight to discuss this beforehand, which made your eyes sting even more. Now it was Jungkook's turn to furrow his eyebrows. He noticed how your face had suddenly turned flush, and there was no denying you were battling tears.

"What do you mean when am I moving?" Jungkook grabbed your face. "You are moving with me." After a pause he spoke more sternly. "Right?"

You couldn't speak. You were hardly able to breathe. All of this was coming on too fast. Never in a million years had you thought the opportunity for him to take on this big project would come so soon. Jungkook was a college dropout with the big dream of getting to tattoo for a living. You two had met in college and you had always supported his dreams — to the point where you had him tattoo his very first professional tattoo on you. A simple rose on your ribcage. But now he was on the verge of having a tattoo parlor under his name and with equipment he owned.

At the moment it felt too real to comprehend. Too permanent. Subconsciously you felt like distancing yourself from reality. You pushed Jungkook away and turned around in order to soothe yourself, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself. The hurt in Jungkook's face was all too real. You didn't even have to look at him to know he felt unsupported and slightly blindsided. This was not the reaction he had been anticipating.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He took a step forward but judged it best to not touch you, which you were very grateful for.

"I thought we had plans to stay in Canada while I studied." You whispered, only your head turned to the side, your hair cascading down to frame your face. Now Jungkook was rendered speechless. He knew this was very conflicting on his part. You two had discussed a very probable future in Toronto even after you were done with your studies. But this opportunity could not go to waste. Jungkook sort of knew what Mr. D had had to do to even get him to where he was now let alone an entire tattoo place. Jungkook was young, he didn't deny the fact. But he was ambitious, strong-willed and had a keen eye for this stuff. He knew he could handle himself. But right now, he wasn't so sure about you. You were both young but ready to take on the world.

"I know this is so sudden." Jungkook pleaded, taking the courage to step up behind you and wrap two strong arms around your middle. Wanting to ground you, to soothe you, he began to rock back and forth in a slow pace. You closed your eyes and gave in to the rhythm.

"When are you moving?" You repeated with your eyes closed. Jungkook stopped rocking abruptly. Your words stung like a motherfucker. Jungkook had never ever imagined to leave without you. The thought had never even crossed his mind. You were always the center of his plans. But he now realised you couldn't just leave your studies behind like he had done. You needed to finish your degree and find a steady job. Jungkook vowed then and there to make his tattooing as steady as he could to provide you with a good life. He promised this to himself as he held the love of his life in his arms at 11PM in their cramped kitchen.

"I'm signing the contract in two months and leave one month from then, so three months. I'm moving in three months."

Three months? You wanted to cry and throw a tantrum. Something you had imagined would happen after years was actually happening within the next three months. You had three months to prepare yourself not living with Jungkook anymore. He would move to LA while you stayed here for another three or so years. That was too long for a relationship turned long-distance to survive. You and Jungkook were very handsy, always touching each other and feeling the warmth of the other against naked skin. There was no way you could manage years without his touch, granted he would visit whenever he could. But knowing the industry and what it took to be an independent business owner meant busy schedules and not many vacation opportunities. Jungkook was ambitious, he would forget to take time for himself.

The next to weeks went by in awkward silence. You didn't want to talk about the timebomb that was inevitably going to destroy your relationship to the only person that had meant everything to you. You knew Jungkook like the back of your hand and he knew what made you less anxious. He was the anchor keeping you at bay, centered and safe. You wanted to plead him not to go. To stay with you for your selfish reasons. You wanted to tell him he was the only one keeping you functioning. Wanted him to stay because you needed him completely disregarding what he wanted and needed from you. Acceptance and support. And although you didn't want leaving you to be easy for him you knew it wasn't easy. Jungkook depended on you as much as you depended on him. You were tied to the hip and attached to each other by blood. There was not you without Jungkook and Jungkook wasn't him without you. And yet...

"You should leave." You whispered defeated after yet another morning of desperate and angry sex. You took turns dominating the other, trying to prove you still had some control left over the entire situation.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook panted frantically due to the strenuous activity yet his voice betrayed him. He was mortified of that word. Leaving. So many had left him already.

"You should leave and make your dreams come true." Your voice was small and you had a hard time looking at his face. The post-sex glow and red tint on his cheeks too attractive it made you want to weep. You would miss everything about him. The reality of it all made you so blue. Little did you know he was thinking the same things. All the little things about you, that made his day, gone. No more mundane interactions or fleeting moments together. Little touches or kisses while passing each other in the hallway or the kitchen. Maybe the waking up alone was going to be the worst. Or going to sleep?

Not wanting to fight with him you just mumbled these words over and over again.

It was then that Hoseok pulled over in front of the house and stepped out to greet his boss. Yoongi turned his head to nod at his bodyguard but quickly turned his attention back to you. Staring at each other for another fleeting moment you raised the corners of your mouth with a hint of a smile.

“Until next time,” he sighed closing his eyes as you turned away and climbed into the car. Yoongi’s eyes piercing the material of your clothes and undressing you as Hoseok closed the door behind you with a faint thump.

Yoongi watched as the car reversed from the parking lot and turned to the right in the direction of the city. Before speeding down the road Hoseok raised a hand to his boss. Yoongi mimicked the movement but had his eyes on you. And you looked back at him.

”I’m so tired,” you let out a big yawn promising yourself you’d only close your eyes for five minutes. But before long you were puffing and huffing in a deep slumber. Hoseok checked up on you once in a while through the rearview mirror before turning his attention back on the road. Yoongi was very adamant on making sure you were safely escorted back to your apartment.

You were completely knocked out and not even the sound of the radio being turned on could brush off the weariness off your eyelids. It was the news. Hoseok listened intently at the male and female voice talking and his eyebrows furrowed at the mention of Yoongi’s company.

It wasn’t a secret they were experiencing a bad period in terms of sales and whatnot, but it seemed that their stock market value had crashed even further since the last evaluation. Yoongi was losing money. A thought crossed Hoseok’s mind which he instantly began to regret. But why was Mister Min seeking out an arrangement which was going to cost him even more money?

Jungkook had teased all the juicy details out of you once you met with him for lunch the next day. But as you had had time to sleep on the entire idea of sugaring for a multimillionaire you came to realise all of the things that could possibly go wrong and scared yourself. Not even Jungkook could convince you this was a good idea. 

”You liked him?” Jungkook interrogated you with stern eyes peering at you from the other end of the small table for two as he slipped sushi in his mouth.

”Yes.” You sighed. He was a likeable man with many good qualities to him. Which made him too good to be true. 

”You thought he was decent.” He pressed on this time shoving a steaming hot tempura into his watering mouth.

”I did.” You groaned in frustration.

”He didn’t force you into anything?” Jungkook spoke through gritted teeth.

”We kissed, and I liked it and now I’m terrified!” You confessed exasperated that this was your reality. Maybe all of this was just a bad dream and you were going to wake up… NOW!

Jungkook looked at you with a tamago going in his mouth. You had barely touched your food since you sat down. Looking over at your friend who had egg hanging from the side of his mouth you pressed your palms to your face with a long sigh.

”Hello?” You answered the phone while lying in bed in your TATA pyjamas dark hair in a messy bun on top of your head and soft music playing in the background through your old stereo which was given to you as a gift when your parents bought a better one for the living room. The old stereo then followed you to your very first apartment once you moved to Seoul for your university studies. The small apartment that had managed to make you homesick, love it and despise it all in the span of three years. Even now you cursed the tiny proximity of the toilet and the bathroom wall which left no realistic room whatsoever to sit comfortably. 

”Hello,” his voice filled your mind. ”I asked around for your number. I’m sorry if this feels like I’m intruding your privacy.” He was quiet for a few seconds. ”I know you haven’t signed the contract yet...” He kept on blabbering and apologising. ”And I know this is out of place. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

The line held an awkward silence when you tried to look for the right words.

”Yoongi— uhm Mister Min—” you began confused but the male cut you off quickly.

”Just Yoongi, please. Between us.”

”Uhm, Yoongi,” you started again. 

”I’m very grateful that you’ve given me a lot of time to think about this arrangement and whether or not I want to be a part of this.” Yoongi was silent because you were silent but now that you were silent as well it seemed odd to only hear his breathing in your ear.

”Have you come to a conclusion?” He began slowly carefully examining the tone of your voice.

”I—” you wanted to sound confident as you told him you didn’t want anything to do with the arrangement. 

”I have my doubts about this.” But you didn’t sound convincing at all. Yoongi stayed quiet pondering for a solution. Letting you go didn’t seem like an option. But forcing you into this wasn’t one either.

”Are you still there?” You asked for him since the line had gone silent again.

”I’m here.” He simply replied. His tone was low and the vibrations in his throat transferred all the way from his vocal chords to your stomach drawing out butterflies to wreak havoc. You savoured the two words that he left fall from his tongue by clenching your thighs together.

”I’m going to be honest for a minute here, okay?” You gulped loudly and then you proceeded to tell him all about your current situation as a full-time student and part-time worker at a restaurant hoping it would be a good enough excuse to not take him up on his offer.

”Say I quit my job and this— this thing between us doesn’t work out.” You take a breath. ”They’ll never take me back at the restaurant and landing a job as a student is tough. Especially in a big city like Seoul.”

Yoongi was quiet for the entire time you were speaking with occasionally throwing a filler sound here and there to have you know he was still listening.

”Look,” he sighed which made you think you were utterly wasting his time. Yet another reason why you shouldn’t take this job. 

”I must admit I haven’t taken a liking to any other woman that has sent her application and I have never had the pleasure to meet someone like you. I don’t wish to pressure you and I understand completely if you want to retreat and not sign.” Yoongi held a pause. At this point, your toes were curling and you felt the cringe travel up your spine. You just wanted to tell him to stop. You should’ve been the one apologising, not him.

”But allow me to take you out on a nice dinner now that fall is upon us and the leaves are changing colour.” For a moment you thought you were going to politely decline his offer and forget about the whole sugaring thing when Jungkook’s words hit you in the head with a pan.

”Sugaring is not just about sex, Y/N. I mean, yeah, there are daddies who just want to hit it and quit it but there are good daddies out there who crave social interaction and a human contact. It’s not just this dirty business of people humping each other. It’s about friendship and investment.”

And maybe you did want to experience what it could be like. Jungkook had some crazy stories about his sugaring and although it frightened you it also intrigued you in some funny way. Seeing a glimpse into Jungkook’s life doing all these things to men he had learnt to know through dates and texts and phone calls. 

What these men and women were doing wasn’t hurting anyone so why judge them so harshly. And Jungkook was right about the sex because although Yoongi’s contract mentioned sex in a lot of different ways in a variety of different positions it also mentioned the possibility to set certain dates for intimacy. And maybe it was something you could work with.

For so long you had tried to do the right thing. For so many years you had tried to not do anything too extravagant that would make you jump out of a crowd. This was your chance to get to do something slightly scandalous.

”Where are you planning to take me?”

This was your second time meeting Mister Min. For the fancy restaurant night, Jungkook had picked an outfit for you which had all the men in the room drooling for you. Classy yet intriguing and very inviting. Jungkook sure knew what he was doing picking just the right jewellery to match with the red and the black pumps he had made you put on finished the look completely. Your hair was in a bun just at the base of your neck giving off that elegant and composed image. Your dress was floor-length and off the shoulder to reveal the stunning décolletage. Small pearls side by side were gracefully sitting on your collarbones to draw attention to the supple skin.

Jungkook had been sitting on your bed in his Chimmy pyjamas eating pop tarts when you received a message from Namjoon.

”Okay, he’s downstairs!” You squealed in fear and excitement.

”I hope it goes well.” You prayed to yourself as you made the finishing touches to your glamorous yet composed makeup. A muted red glided onto your lips as proposed by Jungkook.

”It’ll go great, honey!” Jungkook cheered you on as you bent down to slip your black heels on. You had promised Jungkook to spend the rest of the night together after you got home. Leaving him alone in your tiny apartment was amusing to you since the man was already filling your entire bedroom.

”Don’t invite Jimin over while I’m away.” You turned your attention to Jungkook now. ”I don’t want to deal with a whiny baby!” Jimin was your chemistry partner in high school and you grew very fond of him and his quirks. For what seemed like a stroke of luck you ended up getting into the same university but with a different major. And well, the rest was history.

”Thanks for the idea,” Jungkook smiled and whipped out his phone to which you just shook your head and sighed heavily.

”Okay, I’ll be going now. How do I look?”

”You look stunning,” Yoongi’s breath hitched in his throat when Hoseok opened the door and he saw a glimpse of red. How did you know red was his favourite colour? When you got out and the hem of the dress fell down to pool at your feet Yoongi had to take a second look. The small mounds of your breasts were shyly peeking from the dress. Looking down and blushing you waited for Yoongi to approach first.

He was looking at you funnily and you didn’t know what to do. Maybe look into his eyes? In the meantime, Namjoon had closed the door and handed the key to a valet. Your gaze travelled across Yoongi’s expensive attire with a jacket which was black like the night sky and a dress shirt white like the whitest snow. Yet his eyes were sparkling like diamonds. He held an arm for you to grab. The material was soft and your mind couldn’t help but guess what the price of the suit was.

The restaurant looked and smelled like expensive luxuries and small meal portions. The men and some women from all the tables were gawking at the two of you making your way to the host.

”Min Yoongi. I made a reservation for two.” Yoongi’s voice was deep and sultry. Even his voice screamed “expensive”. Maybe he only gargled his throat with expensive water?

”Welcome, Mister Min.” The host replied while casting a quick look at you. You felt the quick stare burn your neck and you had to lower your head to hide the embarrassment. But Yoongi couldn’t have looked more proud to have you next to him.

”If you would follow me this way sir,” another host behind the first opened their mouth and stepped forward.

You were lead to a table next to an enormous window. A chair was pulled out for you and another for Yoongi. The night was slowly setting and the sun was almost down painting the sky red. Placing your clutch on your lap you turned your head to look at the view. The most stunning view of Seoul you had probably ever had the pleasure to lay your eyes on.

”I didn’t think I was going to accept.” You whispered lowering your gaze to the white napkin. Yoongi rearranged his Swiss wristwatch and cocked an eyebrow at you.

”What do you mean?” He whispered back the sound sending shivers down your spine and electric shocks to your core.

”After that day at the country house I decided not to start—” you held a pause terrified of your boldness once again. ”I didn’t want to sell my body.”

Your words struck Yoongi and he stayed silent for a long moment. While with you nothing else mattered. Not the stock market or money. He felt like drowning in your eyes and experiencing all of you. Even staying silent would suffice to him as long as he got to be with you and smell the same air as you while bathing in your words. 

”What does a man have to do to get you to say yes?” Yoongi opened his mouth with a bold ask. After the two sweet moments with you and Yoongi was left craving for more.

”Excuse me?” You lifted your gaze confused. It made your lips quiver and pout as you stared at Yoongi’s calm stern eyes. It made you all the more adorable.

”What must I do to make you mine?” Yoongi thought to himself.

”What do I have to do to put you at ease?” Yoongi spoke but felt his breath hitch in his throat.

Your eyes wandered across the table and into his eyes forever moving never landing on anything particularly.

”What about my studies? My job?” Yoongi looked at you with half closed eyes.

”I will take care of you,” Yoongi spoke trying to adopt a reassuring tone.

”I’ll give you as much time as you need to go to your lectures and help you prepare for your exams.” Yoongi let his hand inch closer to yours but feared to take a hold of it.

”You wouldn’t have to work anymore.” Yoongi’s index finger brushed your pinky in a shy manner unnatural with the alpha male aura he was accustomed to showing to everyone in his life. You played with the idea for a second but soon shook your head in disbelief.

”I would be selling myself to you.” Putting your fear into words usually made it go away, but now it was making it worse. You were almost shaming him for doing this. For paying women— heck even men to spend time with him. And at the same time, you were shaming Jungkook for having done the same thing. Your parents had raised you not to do these kinds of things yet here you were in a four-star restaurant with a multimillionaire who was offering to provide for you.

For the rest of the night, you attempted to push your fears out of your head and enjoy the evening with him. Imagining him to be just another date among other dates was proving to be quite effective because your smiles multiplied during the three hours you spent dining together. Yoongi made you smile and nearly double over from laughter. He was talking about his teenage years in the States when the dessert arrived. You had ordered a crème brûlée and Yoongi had gone with a tiramisu.

”My grandfather used to make crème brûlées on my birthday,” he reminisced while savouring the taste of coffee and chocolate.

”I always looked forward to my birthday.” The male chuckled and lowered his gaze.

”I miss him.” He admitted while shoving more dessert.

You glanced over at him with furrowed eyebrows. Yoongi kept his head down which gave you a good view of his eyelashes.

”When did you lose your grandfather?” Yoongi met your gaze and gave a weak smile.

”Last year a day after my birthday.”

”The meal was amazing! I don’t know if my taste buds will ever work the same.” You gushed as Yoongi lead you out on the street where Namjoon was already waiting by the car. The tall male stood up straight upon the arrival of his boss and opened the door for him. Yoongi shooed his bodyguard on the driver’s seat and took his place holding the door open for you.

”I would like to show you something,” Yoongi whispered into your ear as you stepped onto the small patch of road between the sidewalk and the car. The blush on your cheeks at the sudden closeness didn’t escape Yoongi and your flustered appearance drove him mad.

He closed the door behind you and walked over to the other side to sit next to you.

”Namjoon, you know where to go?” He asked the male sitting behind the wheel to which he only responded with a nod.

The car took off and went further away from the city. There wasn’t much scenery since night had fallen and it was dark, but the headlights were showing the way.

”Where are we going?” You asked fiddling with the clutch in your lap. Yoongi was sitting with his right thigh crossing over the left with his hands neatly folded on his lap.

”I would like to show you something important to me.” He kept his voice low as he spoke.

The car arrived at a halt in front of the country house. The house stood tall and proud against the dark sky with some outdoor lights strategically placed along the main road providing light in the darkness. The knotted feeling in your stomach melted away when Yoongi took a hold of your hand in the most delicate way and brushed the back of your hand with his thumb.

”So soft,” he whispered to himself but you heard him mutter. A shy smile spread across your face at those words.

”Shall we?” Yoongi asked when Namjoon opened the door for you.

”This is the country house,” You latched yourself onto Yoongi’s arm since it was cold. Without a word he slipped his jacket off and stopped to a halt. He turned to face you with the jacket in hand and placed it ever so lightly on your shoulders.

”I want to show you my family.” Yoongi’s hand travelled from your shoulder down your arm where it connected with your smaller hand. 

Yoongi led you inside the house switching all the lights on downstairs as he went. He told you to follow him into the living room where paintings were arranged on the wall.

”My family.” You stood side by side in front of two figures trapped inside their frames.

”My grandfather—” Yoongi began but the words didn’t want to come out. ”My grandfather was a happy farmer with a patch of land to farm, a house in the countryside and a wife to love.” Yoongi’s gaze automatically turned to you as he spoke. You figured he was talking about this house.

”My grandmother helped him every day with the land until my father decided moved them to the city closer to us.” There was bitterness in his voice as his fingers curled into a fist knuckles turning white. Gazing down at his fist you grabbed it with your own hands to soothe the strain away.

”They were utterly miserable in that fucking penthouse father had bought for them but he selfishly refused to let them return here.” You listened to his story with tears tickling your eyes. You hoped to comfort him but felt like all he needed now was to just get everything out of his system. He could pour his heart out and you were there to listen to him. Yoongi wanted to open up his heart to you. Maybe to show you the good in him and prove to you that you could trust him with everything. 

He had had to bottle everything up and act like nothing could affect him when the news of his grandparents broke out to the public. The fact that he and his family were in the public eye all the time made showing tears a performance. There was no real emotion behind the teary interviews and pictures.

”My father was stubborn and it eventually led to his parents' death. Grandfather was suffering up in the sky as he only ever wanted to stay on the ground.” Yoongi was stiff as he spoke the words clearly hurting him to the core. 

”I would take him and grandmother out every week with the pretence that we were going for lunch.” He smiled softly. ”But instead I drove them here where they could enjoy the countryside for a few refreshing hours.”

”You were good to them.” You whispered leaning your head against his broad shoulder. Yoongi stiffened at your action but his heart melted at the unexpected affection. ”They must’ve been very proud of you back then.” You turned your eyes to the sky as Yoongi let his eyes fall upon your face.

”I doubt that.” Yoongi chuckled with a sigh. ”After I turned 20, I took on a portion of the company. Then I launched the very first company of my own. I started having more responsibilities and less time for them.” Yoongi turned his gaze away to look at his grandmother’s smiling expression.

”I couldn’t drive them to their house anymore and no one else would care enough to do that. Not even my hyung.” Yoongi turned around and walked over to the couches.

The black car arrived in front of your apartment thirty minutes later and you were already dozing off on Yoongi’s shoulder. Feeling much more relaxed around the male, you had sat closer to him in the car. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and stroked the back of your hand with his thumb again. The intimacy was nice and you were gently lulled into a light slumber.

”I’ll escort her to her apartment, Namjoon,” Yoongi spoke softly. ”Wait for me here. I won’t be long.” Yoongi stroked your cheek to wake you up a little.

”Wake up princess, we’ve arrived.” His warm minty breath hit your face so you opened your eyes.

”Where are we?” You asked voice coated with sweet sleep trying to ignore the fire in your core at his words.

”In front of your apartment,” Yoongi smiled softly as he stepped out of the car.

You were half asleep and stumbling a little in your steps so Yoongi instinctively took a hold of your arm and supported your tired body. You walked in deep silence on the wet sidewalk and as you were just reaching the street door you noticed you didn’t have your keys or your clutch.

”I don’t have my clutch,” you mumbled slightly confused while staring at your empty hands. You felt drunk even though you had barely touched your wine during dinner. Maybe you were so utterly exhausted. Yoongi looked at you for a moment and turned his head towards the car. Silently he took his phone out of his inner jacket pocket and briefly tapped something on it with quick fingers. Seconds later Namjoon was out of the vehicle awkwardly holding your black clutch in his big veiny hands.

”Here you go sir,” he spoke before jogging back to the car. Yoongi turned around to meet your embarrassed and meek expression. You took the clutch from him and rummaged for your key. After 9PM the access code to the apartment complex stopped working and you had to use the actual key to get in. You held the door open from the inside and eyed Yoongi in his black suit. He had his eyes on your red dress. You were both looking your best dressed to the nine but there was something completely different with the way Yoongi held himself. 

The way the man carried himself was so elegant and refined you could sense from his movements that he was brought up in a rich household with the best of the best always at hand. That alone was enough for you to consider rejecting his offer. You couldn’t possibly keep up with the pressure and the way his life was organized so pristinely.

”You are simply the greatest creature I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet,” Yoongi whispered but in the silence, you heard him so clearly. Violently blushing you were already on your heels turning around when Yoongi caught your wrist in his tight grip. You felt like the heroine in a drama when Yoongi spun you around commanding you look into his eyes.

”I enjoyed tonight.” You whispered. The moonlight cast a shadow on Yoongi’s stern face but one look from you was enough to melt the hardened lines. Placing a soft peck on your cheek Yoongi let go of you.

”I—” Yoongi opened his mouth but closed it immediately. You weren’t in the state to receive important information not with the way your eyes were drooping and you had a soft smile plastered on your face. ”I’ll take you to your apartment.”

The door was opened and you wished Yoongi goodnight before closing the door softly. You turned around in the hallway and turned the lights on. Walking in the silent apartment you got rid of your jewellery and clutch and kicked your heels off in the doorway of your bedroom where you stumbled upon a very crowded bed. 

Jungkook was sleeping on his back his hand behind his head showing off his muscles even in his sleep. Next to him was Jimin on his side in a fetus position. Jungkook had actually invited Jimin over! You couldn’t even be that mad at Jungkook when he was looking so adorable with his mouth open and face so peaceful.

The sheets had shuffled into strange twists and turns as they slept like logs. Two broad-shouldered men were enough to fill your entire bed which was normally comfortably big for you. Leaning over Jungkook and lifting his head to retrieve your TATA pyjamas you made your way to the bathroom to change and get ready for bed— erm living room couch.

As morning rolled around so had Jungkook and Jimin who were now loudly bantering in the kitchen twenty meters away from your aching body. Groaning you turned to your other side hoping the indistinct clatter and banter would go away.

”Kook!” Jimin laughed loudly mixing the batter.

”Min!” Jungkook laughed back as he demonstrated dumb wrist tricks with your frying pan.

Upon hearing Yoongi’s name your entire body shuttered and you jumped up in your makeshift bed.

”Y/N!” Both of the males turned around to look at you and the confused expression you had on your face.

”You came home,” Jungkook was the first one to speak. ”I thought you were gonna spend the night with the multimillionaire.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively but stopped when you flashed an evil stare his way.

”Wait,” Jimin gasped. ”Y/N has a daddy?”

”No!” You lifted your arms to protect your TATAed body. ”No, I certainly do not. Don’t believe a word Jungkook lets slip out of that treacherous mouth of his!”

Turning your attention from one handsome face to another you glared Jungkook to the ground.

”I thought this was my apartment,” you demanded an explanation. ”I didn’t think you would actually stay the night or invite Jimin over.”

Jungkook didn’t even look fazed. He just turned around to present a perfect fried egg.

”I’ll have you know I cleaned after the mess of clothes you made before date night. Besides,” Jungkook approached you with a full breakfast. ”It’s a good thing I did what I did  because you look like you could use friends to talk to.”

Jungkook and Jimin had prepared a mouth-watering breakfast for three and you were all squeezed close to each other on the couch.

”He took you to an expensive restaurant?” Jimin sighed in envy. ”When will I find myself a hubby who can afford expensive foods?”

”Jimin!” You turned red immediately and almost choked on the hot chorizo sausage. ”We are not getting married.”

”Oh, you might as well be walking down the aisle after last night. He’s taking care of every detail and actually interested in spending with you.” Jimin closed his eyes in thought.

”Has he even mentioned the contract after your phone call?” Jungkook butted in. It took you a second to go back to last night and fast forward through the entire night. He didn’t mention the contract even once.

”See,” Jungkook spoke proudly. ”He’s putting in serious effort to make you more comfortable around him.”

Three days after your expensive dinner you came home late from campus. There had been an alumnus happening and you had lingered there a few hours more than expected but when you got off the elevator you were more than surprised to meet a casually dressed Yoongi with flowers.

”Yoongi.” You let slip out of your mouth. Not very convinced your eyes were seeing correctly.

”Yoongi?” You walked closer letting your heels click against the floor.

”Bad timing,” he chuckled slightly embarrassed. ”I thought you were going to be home earlier.” And then it dawned on you.

”You waited here for me!” You exclaimed loudly and then regretted it as your hysterical exclamation echoed throughout the staircase.

”How long?” You whispered. Yoongi’s hand flew behind his head and blush reddened his cheeks.

”Maybe two hours. Three?”

You let the male inside hurriedly and apologised with every step you took. Yoongi thought you couldn’t bow down any further but then you bowed down a little bit more.

”I’m so sorry,” you pleaded as you offered to take his jacket only to realize he didn’t have one. He had come by car.

”How about you take these flowers instead?” Yoongi smiled warmly and bent down to take his shoes off.

”They smell wonderful.” You sighed closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation to the fullest. When you opened them again Yoongi was catching glances your way. The blush hadn’t left his cheeks which made him look younger. Not that Yoongi looked old but the more relaxed he was the more youthful he appeared.

”I’m sorry to invite myself over like this— I just realized that,” Yoongi laughed embarrassed. ”There was just this weird feeling in my stomach for not seeing you.” You could clearly see how his words had caught him off guard.

”What am I saying? I sound like a teenager shy to confess.” He sighed embarrassed by the way he was acting.

”It’s quite endearing.” You confessed. ”It detaches you from that cold and calculative CEO image you must have to deal with on a daily basis.” Allowing a shy smile to lift the corners of your mouth you lowered your gaze to your hands. Yoongi was just as shy as you, but he had to act tougher and more assertive than what he deemed comfortable. It showed on the way he was carrying himself in your tiny apartment.

”With me, you don’t have to act like someone you’re not.” You reassured him.

”Would you like something to drink?” You shrieked suddenly remembering your duties as host. You got up and near sprinted to the kitchen for some glasses.

”Just some water, please. I’m driving.” Yoongi got up and followed you to your tiny kitchen.

”You drive?” You asked slightly amused by the fact Yoongi did something as mundane as driving a car. Did he fill up the gas tank too?

”I thought you had a private chauffeur on hand at all times.” You had your back to the entrance and reached for two glasses.

”I’ve had my license since it was legal to get a driver’s license in this country,” Yoongi spoke calmly as he pressed you against the counter to grab two glasses easily. He had you pinned against his hard body and the wooden counter unable to turn around. Yoongi placed the glasses on the counter next to you but didn’t move away. Instead, he ran his fingers up and down your arms creating uncontrollable shivers in your spine.

”Would you like to go for a ride?” Yoongi leaned down to whisper in your ear in that low rumble of his. Too shocked to look for words you simply groaned and pushed against him to allow you to turn around. Yoongi had hooded lids covering his eyes as he eyed you up and down while still pinning you between him and the wood.

”You make me feel like a schoolboy,” he whispered into your ear. ”And I don’t like that feeling.” Gulping you raised your palms against his chest to push him away from you. Quite reluctant at first Yoongi lowered his hands to the counter on both sides of your body in fear you were going to fly away from him. But when you gently kept pushing at his chest he gave in and stepped aside.

Finally like you could finally breathe again you marched to the sink with the two glasses. Yoongi watched your hips swaying gently to the rhythm of your feet against the floor. You were irresistible which made you dangerous yet you were completely unaware of the effect you had on him. Yoongi watched you in awe fingers curling in on themselves from the urge of holding you again. That soft yet strong body of yours that drove Yoongi insane.

When you were at an arm's length again Yoongi snaked an arm around your middle and pulled you closer. A soft squeak slipped from your lips as you made sure no water was spilt on either of you.

”When can I call you mine, Y/N?” Your name felt exciting on his tongue as he played with the letters in his mouth.

”Yoongi I—,” you whispered under your breath enjoying the feel of his arms casually holding you.

”Why are you doing this now?” Hoseok demanded one evening as an exhausted male appeared in the living room of the luxurious penthouse. ”Why out of all the times do you choose to hire an escort?”

”Are you questioning me Hoseok?” Yoongi spared an annoyed glance at the orange-haired male to his right as if he was a splinter painfully stuck in his heel.

”I’m simply asking for an explanation. The stocks are plummeting and you are losing money.” Hoseok followed his boss into the study where Yoongi had already crashed into one of the leather sofas.

”Do I look like I care about money right now?” Yoongi growled opening his bloodshot eyes to glare at his friend. Hoseok stayed silent completely taken aback by his superior. An expensive tie was hanging loosely around his neck and the white button-down shirt was wrinkled.

”You know very well I’m the last person who wanted this,” Yoongi gestured at the expensive furniture and big space around him. This penthouse that was cursed when it was given to Yoongi’s grandparents. Too large for two people let alone one.

”What do you want then, sir?” Adopting a formal way of addressing Yoongi Hoseok had straightened his back and stared out of the large window with stern eyes.

”When can I call you mine?” Yoongi repeated burying his face into your hair. The gesture was intimate and the next thing you knew you were leaning back putting some weight on Yoongi. It surprised you how natural it all felt even though you had sworn not to sign anything. But when you stood in your kitchen Yoongi’s arms holding your waist as if you had been standing like this for the past ten years it felt right. It felt peaceful.

The next day after lectures you were taken to the penthouse to sign the documents. Yoongi had kindly taken to account all of your requests and had the contract rewritten.

”Read it again to make sure you approve of everything in there.” Yoongi placed the contract in front of you and gave you his pen. A contract and a pen were handed to Yoongi as well when he took a seat facing you. Both of you read in silence until you were done. Silently taking a deep breath you placed the tip of the pen on the document and wrote your name on its designated line.

You couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity. Even a small chuckle escaped your lips as you put the pen on the table and leaned back in your chair. Secretary Taehyung was giving you reassuring smiles as he put the important documents into an envelope and left the room with Hoseok and Namjoon who were there as witnesses.

”We’ll take things slowly,” Yoongi promised after you two were alone and he took your hand in his to circle the soft flesh with his thumb.

Yoongi led you out of the office and into the kitchen where he ordered you to sit down.

”I’d like to cook you my favourite meal tonight,” Yoongi opened the fridge flashing a radiant smile over his shoulder.

The reality hadn’t struck you yet but you were technically Yoongi’s for the next twelve months. He had offered you an amazing meal in his expensive living room with a view that clashed with the four-star restaurant’s both which were equally way out of your yearly salary. Yet here you were sitting on a couch with a multimillionaire smiling at you and flirting with you. Jungkook had been very excited when he learned the news you were going to sign after all. Besides, having supportive friends made your decision a whole lot easier.

After one and a half months you had established a good routine that worked well for both of you. During the week when you had lectures and Yoongi had meetings and other work to attend you would occasionally stay over at your apartment. But Yoongi never stayed the night.

On the weekends Yoongi would take you to the country house to enjoy some deserved peace and quiet. You had come to love the sound of creaking of the wooden steps and the quirky oven which would burn your cooking if unaware of certain things.

You had arranged for a second key to your apartment so Yoongi could drop by any time he wanted. He was usually busy during the day too, but when he had twenty minutes before his next meeting he would drop by and bring flowers next to your bed for a lovely surprise in the evening. Although he never stayed the night Yoongi came by in the evenings to cook and help you with your studies never staying longer than 10PM to allow you a good night’s sleep.

Over time this routine became the norm and you enjoyed your time with Yoongi. He wasn’t cold or uninterested like he so often acted to appear more intimidating. He was warm and generous and genuinely interested in your life. But what struck you was the fact he hadn’t touched you once after the signing. He had an impenetrable self-control. You could see he was dying to hold you in his arms but stopped himself in time because you hadn’t given him permission. The contract stated intimacy but not once had he asked anything from you.

”How was your day?” You placed a hand on his lap in the car which he still wasn’t quite used to. Yoongi had come to pick you up in a black company car when his own was being repaired. He would dress more casually on the weekends, but still maintained that clean look.

”Full of meetings and contracts.” He admitted taking your hand in his and stroking your skin with his thumb— a habit he had adopted very early on.

”But let’s not talk about that,” Yoongi turned his full attention to you with a small smile.

”What would you like to do this weekend?” He asked reading your expressions. Struck by sudden shyness you lowered your gaze to your lap. Leaning over to him you whispered one word into his ear which sent shockwaves across his entire body leaving him shivering even though the air conditioning was on.

”You.”

Yoongi slammed the door shut his entire body shaking from anticipation. He shouted something to Namjoon about your bags but you couldn’t quite make anything out of the words he spewed out of his mouth you were so nervous and excited.

Suddenly, like in a frenzy, Yoongi turned to look at you with gleaming eyes.

”Hop on, princess,” he gestured towards his open arms. You thought the man couldn’t get any sexier but here you were jumping into his arms and holding onto dear life as he massaged the flesh of your thighs and bottom.

Yoongi carried you to the porch and shakily managed to get open the door. Namjoon had intentionally stayed behind lingering by the car pretending to gather the same bags for the fifth time.

”I thought you forgot entirely about the sex in the contract,” you huffed against Yoongi’s bruised lips. He went up the stairs fairly steadily and nearly jumped into the bedroom to throw you onto the bed.

”I was just waiting for you to give me a sign,” Yoongi smirked so wickedly at your puffy lips and breathlessness because he knew he was partly to blame for both of them.

”Here’s your sign,” you laughed as you leapt onto his arms and trailed the side of his neck with a long and slow lick. Yoongi shivered once more before turning his head to you and placing a soft kiss on your reddened lips.

”Tonight is about you,” he whispered into your ear as you pulled your body closer to his in order to hide your face in his neck. You felt hot red around your cheeks but you felt safe with Yoongi.

He put you down on your feet and walked over to the bedside table closest to you. He pulled out of the wooden drawer a black satin ribbon which sent shivers of excitement down your spine. Carefully placing them on the bed Yoongi turned around to face you.

”We don’t have to use them if you don’t want to.” Yoongi walked up to you and kissed your forehead. He wanted to make sure you knew you wouldn’t have to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. But you trusted you knew where your limits were.

Since Yoongi had texted you to come downstairs up until now you had worn your hair up in a ponytail but now Yoongi raised his hand to free your hair and let it fall down to frame your face. He spun you around and pulled you close to him before letting his hands drop down to the hem of your shirt. Lifting it up he let the garment fall to the floor admiring the skin underneath his fingers.

”You are beautiful,” Yoongi sighed but you stopped him with a kiss. This was your first time. Gulping you realised you had no idea what to do now.

”Stand up princess,” Yoongi spoke softly extending his hands for you to take them.

”This night is about you,” he whispered tickling your ear. ”Lie down.”

Yoongi climbed on the bed towering over you. He began from your lips and kissed his way down to your mounds. Pushing his body up and straddling your middle Yoongi let his fingers wander on your breasts circling them and teasing you by going over the bralette he had yet to get rid of. Panting underneath his touches you couldn’t help but arch your back but was stopped by his weight.

”Please...” you moaned silently. Yoongi pushed the bralette over your breasts and gave you room to wiggle out of them. Your cheeks were burning from embarrassment when it took you a while to discard of them but Yoongi had nothing but pride and lust in his eyes. 

Lunging down at your breasts Yoongi’s tongue circled your nipples with precision sending shockwaves down to your core. You tried to stifle the small cries that were forming in your throat but Yoongi urged you on. He continued down your body getting rid of your sweats. He took his time leaving sloppy kisses along your tummy and inner thighs making you shutter all over from the new sensations. They were sweet and paralyzing sometimes. You had no words other than the moans and panting. Your throat felt dry and you were squeezing around nothing.

Suddenly, Yoongi stopped and leaned back against his heels.

”You look so gorgeous like this,” he massaged your thighs. Taking hold of your panties he looked at you for a fleeting moment to make sure you were okay before sliding them from you giving a slight tap to your bottom to make you lift up for him. Yoongi’s breath hitched in his throat when he saw the pink lips that were coated with your excitement.

”And to think I’m the first one to see this,” he muttered closing his eyes wanting to preserve this image in his head. You naked in his bed looking like a goddess. Like a reflex, your thighs pressed together in an attempt to hide from Yoongi’s gaze.

”Do you want to go on?” He asked lying down next to you a hand grabbing your waist and pulling you to your side to face him.

You didn’t want to admit you weren’t ready yet but you didn’t want to regret your first time with him. Speaking quietly at first Yoongi insisted you talk louder.

”Don’t be shy.” He urged you on.

Yoongi wasn’t angry or disappointed in you when he rolled off the bed and gathered your clothes from the floor. Instead, he took your hand and pulled you to your feet before dressing you with the utmost care. To prove he wasn’t upset he placed an open-mouthed kiss on your forehead.

”With me, there’s nothing to be afraid of, okay?” Yoongi searched for your gaze with a warm smile.

”Okay, princess?” But you didn’t want to meet his eyes as it would be so much more embarrassing to face him. Finally, Yoongi took a hold of your chin with his index finger and made you look straight into his eyes.

”Nothing to be afraid of.” He repeated.