It had been a week since Yoongi had seen Jimin, unable to bring himself to go to the slave again. There was something about the boy which made Yoongi hesitant to touch him, almost like he was scared he would fracture the boy into a thousand pieces like a smashed glass vase. Jimin thought this was odd, but didn't complain as he was able to live his comfortable life by himself.

Jimin had become accustomed to life in the mansion as a slave now; he had friends who worked in the kitchen and he would often spend time sat down by the oven with a warm glass of milk while Mark told him funny stories. He could barely remember the horrific times he spent before he was bought, and while he didn't like the things Min Yoongi did to him, he didn't hate them.

"Jimin," Mark called from the other side of the door, "Master asked me to give you a suit and to tell you to get ready."

"What for?" Jimin called back, busy watching TV.

"Some dinner party," Mark replied and entered the room, flopping on the couch next to Jimin.

"Why does he want me there?"

"Why the fuck do you think I'd know?" Mark teased the younger boy, handing him an expensive suit which had clearly been tailored for the small slave's frame.

Jimin slipped on the outfit, admiring the way he looked in the mirror. Despite still being a slave, Jimin was slowly learning to appreciate himself more and more. Days without Yoongi had left him a lot of time to reflect on himself, and he was starting to see his own beauty. Mark wolf-whistled at him playfully and Jimin slapped him on the shoulder before fixing his hair one last time. One of the other servants shouted at both of them to come downstairs to greet the guests, Mark to hand out wine while Jimin was there to be a trophy on display.

The mansion was full of noise and laughter when Jimin descended down the stairs, and he saw hundreds of influential men wearing expensive suits and sipping out of wine glasses. Yoongi was standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by a small group of other young and beautiful men. Jimin stood at the fringes of the party, too intimidated to go directly up to his master who looked busy. It was the first time Jimin had seen Yoongi in action, and it was the first time that he had seen his master properly laugh. He was almost bent over by how much he was laughing at what the tall brunette was saying to him, and he took another sip of his red wine before making eye contact with Jimin.

Yoongi beckoned Jimin to come over, his eyes looking darker and more hazy from the alcohol.

"Gentlemen, this is my new slave, Jimin. Isn't he divinely beautiful?" Jimin blushed at Yoongi's words, and had the urge to cover his face with his hands.

"Absolutely gorgeous Yoongi, where did you pick him up? We'll have to trade some time. You'd want a piece of Jungkook's ass, wouldn't you Min?" the other brunette said to Yoongi, giving him a boxy smile.

"I'll pass on that Taehyung, no offence Jungkook," Yoongi clarified to the scared-looking boy next to Taehyung who Jimin assumed to be another slave, "I have more than enough in Jimin."

"That's not like you Yoongi, you can never usually have enough," the other tall brunette said next to the Yoongi, and Jimin looked curiously at Namjoon.

"One is enough for me now Namjoon, I appreciate the consideration," his master replied, and Jimin looked down at his feet.

Taehyung raked his eyes over Jimin again, taking in the boy's plump lips and wide, terrified-looking eyes which always looked like they were about to brim with tears. Yoongi noticed the way Taehyung was looking at Jimin and felt a small fire of jealousy brewing inside him. He had to stop himself before he said anything, not wanting to attract any unnecessary attention to him or begin any questions about his 'feelings'.

The businessmen moved away, leaving both Jungkook and Jimin to stand next with each other awkwardly. Jimin looked over at the other slave who appeared very young and slender, probably even younger than Jimin. Jimin knew that some slave training schools did sell boys younger than 18, and his heart immediately lept for the younger.

"Yoongi must really like you if he doesn't want to share you with anyone," Jungkook said slowly, meeting Jimin's gaze, "It's very out of character for him. Usually he doesn't give a fuck about anything."

"How long have you known him for?"

"Only about half a year, that's how long Taehyung has employed me for. I wish my master wouldn't share me with so many people. He says I'm special to him but he gives me to whoever wants a go. He once traded a night with me to another businessman. For what price? A piece of cheese - A PIECE OF CHEESE!"

While Jungkook ranted, Jimin realised how lucky he was to have Yoongi as a master. Yoongi's actions did seem really out of place when Jimin began to think about it - why was his master being so nice?

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I am so so sorry for the very late update but I thought this could be a nice Christmas present for y'all.

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