Despite Jimin's assurances, Yoongi went about life in limbo for the next few weeks, never feeling truly in the present. The past was haunting him with vengeance, and no matter how hard he tried to shake of Hoseok's words he carried them around with him like a huge weight on his back. All Jimin could do was watch, and to his surprise he felt a pang in his heart at the sight of Yoongi so unlike himself.

There was something happening inside Jimin that he couldn't quite work out, but he didn't want to trouble Yoongi with it so kept it hidden. But he was feeling things. He felt sad when he saw Yoongi sad, he felt anger at whoever had hurt his master, but most importantly he wanted to be with Yoongi the whole time. It made him feel like a needy puppy, constantly trailing behind his master, getting excited if Yoongi so much as looked in his direction.

Yoongi wished he didn't feel things. As he woke up, rubbing his eyes, he was instantly filled with the pit of emptiness inside his stomach which had inhabited him for the past few weeks. Despite his chef's complaints, Yoongi was barely eating and staying up late. He looked and felt like he was wasting away. The only solace he got in a day was seeing Jimin smile. Sometimes he would watch as the younger walked around the garden, picking flowers and sitting in the grass to allow the sun to hit his face.

I broke his innocence, Yoongi thought to himself.

***

It was around midday that a loud knock was heard from the front door, but no one in the house thought much of it. People knocked the door all the time, and it was most likely going to be one of Yoongi's friends checking up on him.

None of the them knew that this knock would shake Yoongi's life forever.

When Mark opened the door he ushered in the man in a black suit, staring at him wearily. Usually the servants in the house had seen all of Yoongi's business partners, but this man was a complete stranger. Yoongi reluctantly left his office to go and greet the guest, and he stared in confusion when he too didn't recognise the man standing in the hallway.

"Min Yoongi?"

"That's me," he replied, trying to force a polite smile on his face while ignoring the churning in his stomach.

"I am here on behalf of the Ministry of the Distribution of Sexual Property to inform you of changes to legislation," Yoongi nodded along, expecting to hear some bureaucratic nonsense, "And as of Article 21 passed this morning, the ownership of sex slaves is strictly prohibited and therefore you are asked to hand over your property so they can be re-inhabited back into society."

"I'm sorry I don't think I understand what you're saying," Yoongi replied, scratching his head to try and understand the complicated sentence the man had just said.

"You are being asked to hand over your sex slave, Park Jimin, to the state by the end of the week or he will be taken by force from you," the man replied, and headed towards the door before Yoongi could ask any more questions.

Yoongi ran upstairs to his office and logged onto his laptop to find out what was happening. The news was filled with stories covering this change in legislation.

END OF INHUMANE TREATMENT OF SEX SLAVES

As of this morning, the ownership of sex slaves has been classed as illegal activity. Despite the culture of sex slave auctions being deeply ingrained in society, the government has finally clamped down on this trafficking of humans to be treated like sex toys by the elite of society. All sex slaves will be handed back to the state by the end of the week and allowed to continue life in normal society, able to get proper jobs and have a much higher standard of living. This development is clearly an impressive step in the direction of a more equal society...

Yoongi slumped back in his chair. He was deeply conflicted by hearing this news. On the one hand, he was happy that Jimin would be able to live a real life - the life he felt he had taken away from him on the day he bought him. Jimin could walk around the city freely, he could make his own friends, cook his own food. But on the other hand, Yoongi was petrified about the prospect of losing the love of his life. His only source of happiness.

The minute Jimin left his house, there would be very few chances to ever see him again. There were millions of people in the city, and the elite and commoners never crossed paths. Would Yoongi ever be able to heal his heart if Jimin left?

He didn't have much choice in the matter. Either he gave Jimin up or went to jail, where he also wouldn't be able to see Jimin. Placing his head in his hands, he sobbed silently at the idea of losing the only good thing he had left.

Without Jimin he would be plagued by the memories of his past alone, with no one to hold him in his sleep.

A soft knock on his office door made him lift up his head, and Jimin walked in with red rims around his eyes.

"I heard what the man in the suit said," Jimin whimpered, "Please don't give me away Yoongi, I'll be so good I swear."

Yoongi gestured that the younger sat on his lap, "I don't have a choice my darling. You'll go out into the world and experience all new things. And you'll make so many friends, have so many fun memories."

"What if I want to do all those things with you?"

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I know I may seem like I love splitting up my ships right now (currently crying about 'Let Me Get You a Drink') but I swear this will all be worth it in the long run.

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