Yoongi woke up with his nose pressed against Jimin's, and he observed the casual fluttering of Jimin's eyelashes as the boy slept soundly. Yoongi sat up in the bed, his bare chest exposed to the cool morning air, and sighed.

He felt slightly defeated. Not in the way that many would first assume; it wasn't because he plan had failed, it was more because he didn't know where to go next. Can anyone teach a heart how to love? Human instinct can't be taught, surely?

Jimin awoke at the feeling of Yoongi moving, and he shot the elder a sleepy smile which made Yoongi's stomach feel warm.

"Goo-d morning," Jimin said in a croaky voice, his eyes crinkling as he said this.

He just looked so fucking cute. Yoongi sat there for a moment, his heart aching and flipping at the same time. It was flipping because of how much he loved seeing Jimin smile. It was aching because he knew that Jimin's heart did not do the same thing when he smiled.

"What do you want to do today? I can cancel all my work plans," Yoongi whispered, playing with a strand of Jimin's hair.

"Let's just watch Netflix in bed," Jimin said excitedly, sitting up in excitement like a small child.

Yoongi just nodded, and texted Jin to bring up some pancakes and Nutella seeing as the pair were having a very lazy day.

Just as Yoongi was licking a spoon of Nutella while watching Jimin devour his pancake, a very frantic and panting Mark came running into the room.

"Mr. Min I need to speak to you outside," he managed to gasp out.

"Mark, I don't want to talk business today. Tell whoever has come to leave."

"Mr. Min I think you're going to want to see this."

Yoongi reluctantly stood up and left a very confused Jimin to finish his pancake. Once they were out of Jimin's earshot, Mark began speaking.

"Hoseok is downstairs, he wants to talk to you. I said I didn't think you would want to."

The name hit Yoongi in the chest.

He gasped for breath and held onto Mark as he dealt with the shock of the news he was being presented.

"He's here," his mouth dried, and he felt cold sweat pour down the sides of his face.

Mark just nodded, the look of sympathy on his face so strong that Yoongi wanted to slap him. Yoongi didn't want anyone to feel pity for him.

Yoongi slowly made his way down the stairs, ignoring the concerned shouts of Mark who told him not to.

And there he was.

He turned around, and Yoongi found himself rooted to the spot.

"Yoongi," he said with a cheery tone, walking towards him, "Or should I say Suga."

He whispered the last word in Yoongi's ear, and chills went down his spine. He couldn't even reply, his heart now in his throat as he stood in fear.

"What...are...you....doing...here?" he managed to get out.

"I thought I'd come and see how my little slave was doing," Hoseok replied, his tone icy despite the smile on his face.

"You can't call me that anymore, I earned my freedom," Yoongi replied, his bottom lip failing and shaking in fear.

Yoongi's head whipped around when he heard the light patter of feet down the stairs. Jimin stood in shock at the sight of seeing his master look so small, so helpless, so vulnerable.

"I-I'm sorry, I thought you had gone to your office so I thought I would get some ice cream to go with the pancakes," Jimin stuttered.

"Please go back to your room," Yoongi replied, watching as Hoseok eye-fucked Jimin as the younger walked back upstairs.

"Tut-tut-tut. You can throw your icy words at me, but you are just as bad as me," Hoseok replied, his eyes now shooting daggers.

"I am nothing like you ever were," Yoongi whispered, his voice filled with venom.

The pair locked eyes, both glaring so hard it was surprising neither of them fainted from the sheer hatred between them.

"I am going to leave now, it was nice seeing you," Hoseok muttered, turning his back and vacating the premises.

Yoongi sunk down to his knees and held his head in his hands. It was like someone had carved his body open, and was slowly pulling out his organs one by one. Tears threatened to fall out from the corners of his eyes, and he sat in silence for what felt like seconds but in reality was hours.

He didn't notice the people walking past him, or even when Jimin came over to try and get him out of his trance. Instead, he just sat in silence, alone and trapped with the thoughts inside his head.

He hadn't thought seeing him again would hurt so much. He hadn't known that his skin would feel like it was crawling, that he wanted to empty his guts, and skin himself because he felt so dirty.

Yoongi was holding a secret. One so dark he had told no one. Except Mark.

He hadn't always been the rich CEO. He hadn't always been so confident and affluent.

Once he had been just like Jimin. A prostitute. Broken, compliant, a toy for people to use.

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Argh I'm sorry for the very late update, but I hope this bit of spicy revelation makes up for it :)