Jimin heard Yoongi's heavy footsteps before he saw the man, and instinctively he knew something was wrong. His gut just knew something was very wrong. Yoongi slammed open the door, his steps staggering and miscalculated as he stumbled into the room, reeking of a liquor cabinet. His arms were outstretched as if he was trying to reach forward to someone and grab them, and Jimin crawled as far back the bed that he could. He clutched the sheets in his fists, his knuckles turning white with fear.

"Jimin, Jimin, Jimin come here," Yoongi slurred, "Master wants you right now, so get your ass here."

When Jimin didn't comply Yoongi lurched forward, groping the bed and he clambered on. The younger took a sharp intake of breath in, wondering what his fate was in this situation. Yoongi neared the younger, his face scrunching up in disgust.

"What kind of slave are you if you don't obey your master's orders?"

"Sorry Yoongi-"

"It's master to you," Yoongi barked, and Jimin flinched at the curtness of his words wondering why there was such a change in character, "Suck my fucking cock."

Jimin rubbed his sleepy eyes and knelt in front of the drunkard, trying to blink back the tears that were threatening to come out. Yoongi shoved himself inside the boy's mouth before he had a chance to breathe, and he choked on the length. Either Yoongi didn't hear this or didn't care, but the elder began to the mercilessly thrust his cock into the boy's throat, leaving Jimin helpless to do anything but stand the brunt of it while tears streamed down his face. Yoongi, the man who had always been so gentle, was being so unbelievably rough.

Finally cumming down the slave's throat, Yoongi pulled away and dragged Jimin up back onto the bed in order to rip his clothes off. Jimin sat like a stone statue, wiping away the tears which were rolling down his cheeks. Yoongi paused for a second, the sight of the younger's tears a sobering image which even in his drunken stage made his heart leap. God this soulmate stuff is so confusing, Yoongi thought to himself, drawing away from the boy and placing his head in his hands.

Jimin looked over confused, and watch as Yoongi took in deep breaths of contemplative air, and wondered what the hell was going on in his master's head. Everything had been so sudden, so completely out of character, so strange.

"I'm sorry," Yoongi whispered, his hands still covering his face, "I'm so sorry Jimin."

Jimin had no idea whether he was referring to what had just happened or something more in general, but he opted to remain quiet and instead placed a reassuring had on his back. Yoongi looked up and smiled weakly, and Jimin could see tears pooling in his eyes.

"I'm bound to you," Yoongi whispered, his voice hoarse and cracking as he spoke.

Jimin felt his stomach drop. Was Yoongi really saying what he thought he was saying? Surely it had to be the alcohol speaking.

"I'm bound to you, you are my soulmate," Yoongi said in a tone more serious, "I think about you all day and night, my heart literally stops beating sometimes when I look at you. And I just have this strange draw to you, like you're magnetic or something and I can't move away from you."

Yoongi placed his head in his hands again.

"But you can't fucking love me back. You can't fucking feel love! It's just my luck that the only person I have ever loved in my life has a heart made of plastic. Made of stone. Made of impenetrable walls which keep me from ever feeling true happiness."

Jimin sat with wide eyes, taking in the drunken confession from his master. He could tell that despite the slurring of words, every word Yoongi was saying was coming from his heart. He didn't know how to react. In a perfect world Jimin's heart would have lept, suddenly realising that he did in fact love Yoongi. But this was not a perfect world, this was a world full of slavery and corruption. And so Jimin's heart did not suddenly fill with love, but remained an emotionless void as before.

Unsure of what else he could do, Jimin placed a tentative arm over Yoongi's shoulder and watched as the man in front of him broke down into sobs. His master, the man who always seemed so composed began to cry. He seemed so small when he cried, and he slowly began to lean on Jimin until he was laying his head on the younger's lap and letting his tears fall on the boy's naked legs. Jimin stroked his hair slowly, trying his best to think of a way to solve this problem.

He cared about Yoongi, and that was more than he had ever felt towards someone else. Maybe Yoongi was right, maybe there was something soulmate-ish about them. Didn't Jimin enjoy Yoongi's company?

"Teach me how to love," Jimin whispered, and Yoongi's head shot up.

"What did you say?"

"Teach me how to feel love Yoongi. Teach me how to set fire my cold heart," Jimin whispered into the night air.

The pair stared at each other for a few seconds, and Jimin swore that he saw a light appear in Yoongi's eyes. There was something so powerful about this light that Jimin seemed to forget himself.

Maybe he could learn how to feel with the same ferocity as Yoongi.

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Gah time for the fluff fest to begin  (with lots of smut as well don't worry) 💜💜💜