When Jimin woke up and saw Yoongi next to him, his hair messed up and his lips slightly pouted as he continued to sleep, he was wholly confused. He understood that Yoongi was a nice guy, and very nice guy, but this seemed...different. Jimin wasn't complaining, although he did quite like having his own space in the morning.

"Good morning," Yoongi mumbled in a husky voice, smiling sweetly at the fact that Jimin was still naked.

The sight of the sunlight bouncing off the boy's perfect body made Yoongi want to flip Jimin onto his stomach and fuck him mercilessly, but Yoongi restrained himself. Instead he ran his fingers lazily up and down the boy's chest while talking about silly things. It was nice. Really nice.

The knock at the door broke the pair out of their bubble.

"Yoongi, Sara is here to see you," Mark said from behind the door, not wanting to see what the pair were doing inside, and Yoongi groaned before getting out of bed.

"I'll be back later," Yoongi moaned, and left Jimin without a kiss goodbye.

Jimin snuggled into the blanket and furrowed his eyebrows. Yoongi had been acting strangely for a while, and yet if some girl was turning up at his house in the morning, surely Jimin had been reading Yoongi's signals wrong.

"That Sara girl is probably his girlfriend, or his soulmate," Jimin said, and he noticed a strange emotion in his voice. Was it jealousy?

***

"Sara what did I tell you about coming here in the ridiculous hours of the morning?" Yoongi said before greeting the woman with a warm hug.

"Yoongi it's almost midday and you're just waking up!"

"Don't mother me! Do you want a drink? Aha - got you there!"

Here's the thing. Sara wasn't Yoongi's girlfriend. Sara was his sponser. His mentor. Because Yoongi had a serious problem with alcohol. Unlike his friends who could knock back a few glasses of wine and stop there, Yoongi couldn't stop until he was laying on the floor barely conscious and wishing that he hadn't touched any drink in the first place.

"When was the last time you drank?" she asked with her eyebrow raised.

"A couple of months ago..."

"Yoongi I saw your Instagram post with you holding two champagne bottles only posted last night!"

"Okay last night was an exception to the rule, it was my big fancy dinner and I needed some way to get through it. Anyway, I didn't even drink that much..."

"Yoongi you know this isn't good for you, even one slip up one night can send you back tumbling into that never-ending cycle. I think we need to change tactics," Sara said and Yoongi sighed loudly, tired of being told that he wasn't making enough progress.

It wasn't his fault that his job required him to drink a glass of whiskey or a bottle a day just to keep one's sanity. Or at least that's the way he saw it.

"Maybe you should find a girlfriend, someone to look after you," Sara suggested and Yoongi scoffed.

"Firstly, isn't that a bit backwards of you to think Ms. Progressive. Secondly, chicks just aren't my...thing," Sara blushed a little at this and tried to apologise but he waved his hand dismissively, "And thirdly, I don't believe in dating."

"So you're just going to wait for your soulmate to come along and save you even though it will be too late? God Yoongi you're so old fashioned!"

"What's wrong with waiting for my soulmate? Why is everyone telling me that's such a ridiculous thing to do? Surely meeting the person I will love with all my heart will be the best cure for this fucking addiction!"

"Yoongi, love isn't that simple. It hurts. It gets complicated. Just don't knock the idea of dating completely, because you might get to fifty before you meet your soulmate and you will have wasted your whole life away waiting-"

"I don't see it as a waste if I find the person I love," Yoongi replied stubbornly and Sara knew she was getting nowhere.

"Just look after yourself Yoongi, and next time you throw a party don't touch the champagne!"

He walked her to the door and kissed her on the cheek, waving her goodbye before turning back to go to his office when he noticed the presence of a particularly small human being.

"Jiminie! What are you doing in these parts? There's nothing interesting here," Yoongi said, ruffling the slave's hair.

"I was just walking back to my room...Who was that woman?"

"Just a friend," Yoongi replied, smiling to himself about how cute Jimin looked in the morning with his hair still dishellved.

Maybe Sara was right, maybe he did need someone to love. Someone to act as a distraction. And he was already beginning to have ideas about who it could be.

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I'm sorry this is so short and so crap, I just really haven't felt like writing this book in ages. Okay, I want your brutally honest opinion - should I keep writing this? I feel like I had so many good ideas for it at the start but they have all gone now and I feel like this book just doesn't have any proper direction. Let me know x