*Two Months Later*

Jimin woke again in a cold sweat, yet another nightmare filling him. But as the room around him came into focus, he felt his breathing calm down. He was in his government-funded home, still in his one bedroom flat, and he needed to go to work in twenty minutes.

Fuck, he thought to himself as he ran around his room to find his suit and get dressed quickly in order to not get fired from his job. He was working as a low level secretary for the government, spending his days filing paperwork and taking notes at meetings. He managed to numb the boredom by making friends with the other freed slaves.

He was chilled by their stories. Masters who had locked their slaves in cold rooms with no food or water, masters who had been so ruthless it gave Jimin nightmares and he hadn't even been subjected to those horrors. Whenever he told his new friends about Yoongi they all stared at him like he was crazy, and mumbled something along the lines of 'Stockholm Syndrome' under their breaths before moving onto a new conversation.

Not a day went by without Jimin wishing he was back in the mansion. He missed every aspect of it; the people, the rooms, the food, but most of all he missed Yoongi so much that his heart hurt. After being 'liberated', he had been taken straight to the hospital where they could perform the surgery which would allow slaves to feel love. He had baffled quite a few doctors by the fact that he had the capacity to feel love already.

Jimin went through the motions of his day at work, ignoring the looks his boss gave him every day. He hated the way that his boss looked at him, lust hungry in his eyes, but he chose to ignore it because he needed this job. In return for his house, he was expected to work for the government in order to pay them back. It was like he had exchanged being a sex slave for being a slave to the government.

His eyes were tired and heavy when he let himself back into his apartment, and he flopped on the couch, flicking through the TV channels. The apartment was so quiet it made him feel sad, and he tried to drown out his own thoughts by watching mindless reality television. It was only the ringing of the bell at his door that broke him out of this cycle.

Expecting it to be his neighbour asking to borrow some food, he rolled his eyes and got up slowly.

The breath was knocked out of him when he saw what was in front of him.

"Mr Park, I have a new roommate for you. Due to government cuts, he will have to move into your bedroom. We sincerely hope this is not an inconvenience to you," the man's voice sounded dead inside, and Jimin was sure that if he had kicked up a fuss nothing would come of it.

The government officials left as soon as they had come, and Jimin continued to gape at what he was seeing.

"Well, are you going to show me in or what?" Yoongi asked, and Jimin could do nothing but step aside as Yoongi walked inside the apartment.

"What is happening?" Jimin asked himself as he pinched himself to make sure it wasn't all just one very realistic dream, "Yoongi, you're part of the elite. You're not supposed to interact with me, it's a crime."

"It's not a crime if I'm not part of the elite anymore, and if I'm simply a civilian. A government worker just like you," Yoongi whispered, smiling softly at Jimin.

"But why? Did you go bankrupt? Did something bad happen?"

"I wanted to be with you," Yoongi whispered, circling his arms around Jimin's waist.

"You left all your life behind - all the money, the house, the parties - you left it all behind for me?" Jimin squeaked, still not processing what was happening around him.

Yoongi nodded, and left a small kiss on the tip of Jimin's nose, "And I would do it a thousand times if it meant I got to be with the man I loved. You are my soulmate, Jimin."

Jimin's cheeks flushed pink, and he felt like a schoolboy with a crush all of a sudden. Being held in Yoongi's arms is something that he had dreamt of for the past couple of months, and now that it was really happening he couldn't really contain himself.

"Stop this shy act and kiss me, baby," Yoongi whispered huskily, and Jimin knew he couldn't control himself any longer.

Pressing his lips against Yoongi's, it felt like the world was right again. Their lips fit together like a puzzle, and for that moment neither of them were feeling anything but pure, unadulterated bliss.

"You got me," Yoongi mumbled against his lips.

"I got you," Jimin replied, before hooking his legs around Yoongi and allowing the elder to lead him over to the couch.

And the pair made love. Sweaty, staring into each other's eyes, Jimin found himself melting into Yoongi's arms.

"It must have taken a whole lot of work to get here," Jimin muttered into his lover's ear.

"Love is nothing stronger than a boy with luv," Yoongi sang to him, making the younger giggle before leaving a soft kiss on his lips.

The pair remained like that until the sun rose the next morning, signifying the start of their new lives. It didn't matter that they didn't have money, fancy cars, expensive clothes and food, because they had love. And that was the most valuable thing they could have possessed.

THE END

This is the end of quite a journey, and I hope you have enjoyed reading as much as I've enjoyed writing :) I've loved writing this Yoongi, he is possibly my favourite character ever!

Stream Map of The Soul: Persona! I hope you enjoyed some of the small references in this chapter ;)

Love you all, thank you for reading 💜💜