"Before we review the contract I have to let you know why I made this offer in the first place." Taehyung said sliding over a folder.

Jimin looked at the black  folder and raised an eyebrow. Taehyung nodded telling him to go ahead and open it up.

He did and when a picture of his mom fell out his heart skipped a beat. He nervously gulped down and kept scanning the folder. Next was a picture of his grandma and lastly a bunch of previous records from his own traffic tickets.

"My brother is an excellent computer hacker. He has connections with the police and managed to investigate you in less than twenty four hours. Your mom moved to another town with your grandma, your father has been absent your whole life and the most illegal thing you've done is passing a red light. I needed to make sure that you weren't a threat. I'm not doing this to scare you."

Jimin nodded, but if he wasn't threatening him why did it feel like it? The panic of getting his mom and grandmother involved in this sick sadistic world made his heart sink.

"On the contract it states that I cannot harm your family. I will not, but that does not include you. If you do me wrong I won't hesitate." His voice was very calm and soothing.

This made Jimin tense up a little more. The panic never left him. He nodded his head yet again. It's like his tongue forgot his own language. Then out of nowhere it hit him, did he know about Yuta? No, impossible he couldn't possibly—

"I also know you dated a guy for years. Yuta Nakamoto, age 25 and he lives in the same part of town you once used to live in."

Fuck.

Jimin's stomach was a tangled mess. He could feel the vomit creeping up his throat. He kept a straight face to avoid giving any sign of discomfort or worry.

"After some digging around, I found out you two stopped dating two years ago and haven't spoke since then. He hasn't seek for you and you haven't either. I'm assuming all the strings are torn."

"Of course sir. My love for him is dead. I've moved on and so has he." Damn. He was so convincing it scared him to say it out loud. Over the years he had told himself that over and over to the point it sounded so sincere. Even if it wasn't.

Taehyung nodded slowly, "I assumed that. I'm not saying all this to be a creepy stalker. Like mentioned, I have to be very careful of who I bring into my life. I'm not looking for your love. My relation with you is strictly for pleasure and company. If I do fall in love, I guess you better be ready." He smirked.

"Ready for what?"

"To have the world at your knees. You'd be set for life."

Jimin smiled enthusiastically. For a brief second he forgot all the doubts and fears. "Who knows, maybe you will."

"Back to the contract. I'm going to go over some rules."

Jimin straightened up and scooted a little closer. He looked down at the typed contract and scanned the words again. It was long and very detailed.

"The contract is pretty specific, but I will give you the short version. You will stay to sleep in your room unless I want you to stay in mine. Most days I'm busy so you will most likely see me at night. You're allowed to leave the house with your assigned guard, but no one else. You will receive a phone and the notifications or calls you make will go directly to your guard. You're not allowed to call anyone unless I or your guard give the okay. No social media allowed or pictures taken of me."

"Of course. I completely understand."

"Perfect. Your blood work came back normal. That's good. I really didn't want to take care of another diabetic."

"Oh, are you...?"

"No. My brother is. That's why we have a personal PA here. He monitors him until he sees his specialist.  Jim's pretty great."

Jimin murmured under his breath suddenly embarrassed. He just remembered his last horrible encounter with Taehyung's brother.

"Is something wrong?"

"Your brother. I—I met him yesterday morning. I didn't know how he looked and I—I was rude and didn't show him respect. I do apologize—"

Taehyung chuckled, "It's okay. Namjoon doesn't care. If it were up to him he wouldn't want you to know he's my brother. He's very reserved and a wallflower."

"I still apologize. I shouldn't have —"

"It's okay. I assure you. So do you accept?"

Jimin looked back down at the contract. Signing meant that he would give himself away for one year. Then again, giving yourself to one man is better than ten.

He had seen in movies how you should always read until the very end before signing anything. Could he just trust Taehyung's word that he wouldn't hurt his family or Yuta?

"I—quick question."

"Go on. You can ask all the questions you would like. You're not a prisoner."

"I send my mom and grandma money weekly. Will I still be able to do that?"

"Yes of course."

So, Jimin packed up all his fear and doubt. He slowly gripped the pen tighter. As he got closer to the line his hand started shaking. He ended up signing messily before he starting doubting himself.

Taehyung smiled, "Lovely."

"Could I make some changes?" He blurted out.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow confused. He wasn't used to being questioned or asked to do anything. He had to keep reminding himself that this is why he liked Jimin so much.

Because he wasn't completely devoted to him like a servant. He spoke up about things and was pretty clear with what he wanted. Sure, there was still that fine line he wouldn't dare to cross, but other than that he was pretty outspoken.

"What changes?"

Jimin got up from his chair, "Can I approach you?" He asked quietly with a little hint of tease to his voice. It drove Taehyung crazy and he was well aware of that.

The fake innocence and eyelash movements. It drove him mad. Not to be cocky, but Jimin was damn good at it. He was an expert at manipulating and getting what he wanted. That's why he was so damn good at his job.

"Of course," he responded.

"You said I could go out, right?"

"Any time you want as long as your guard is my your side."

"Do I have a budget?" He wondered as he leaned back on the desk beside him.

"No. Whatever amount you wish to spend you get. I bought you some clothes, but if they're not to your liking you can get a whole new wardrobe. What's your favorite color?"

Jimin grinned excitedly. No budget. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His whole life all he's ever done was worry about money. His mom struggled so hard to feed him and the neighborhood offered no prosperity. This is why he was here. To get the life he dreamt of.

"Yellow." He finally responded still with the biggest smile.

"Yellow? I didn't expect that. I don't think I bought you a single yellow thing."

"Guess I need some, huh?"

"Yes, of course baby."

Jimin fluttered at the pet name. He didn't make it sound sexual which was even more flattering. It sounded sincere and caring. Being Taehyung's pleasure wasn't so difficult at all.

"Now, I do have two more requests." He whispered as he slowly kneeled down.

Taehyung smirked leaning back on his chair. "Yeah? What's that?"

"You did say I'm not a prisoner, but those cameras in my room make me feel like I am. I have a phone that's strictly connected to my guard. Do you really need to supervision me all the time?"

As he kept talking he was unbuckling his jeans. Taehyung was listening, but his mind was now clouded up with lust. It was making it hard for him to concentrate.

"I guess not. I'll tell Hoseok to remove them."

Jimin grinned and rested his face on his thighs. He could tell Taehyung was growing impatient. This is what he liked, to be in total control.

"Thank you. My final request," he said as his hand startled crawling up his thigh.

"Mhmm?" He asked still looking down at him. When Jimin's hand made direct contact with his bare skin his breath hitched.

This made Jimin smirk, "I want to change my guard. I did notice that in the contract it doesn't specify who my guard is."

"What? Why?" He asked slowly snapping out his pleasure.

"Sehun is so...willing. I need someone that will keep me on track. I want someone that will help me feel safe. Do you understand sir?"

Taehyung firmly nodded because at the moment he couldn't speak. His pace was getting faster which was making him sweat.

"Fine with me. We have plenty of men here. Pick whoever you want." He said after a while of silence.

Jimin beamed at his comment, "I want Yoongi."

"Yoongi? He's my right hand. I don't think he will be able to."

"Please? He makes me feel safe. Don't you want me to feel safe?"

And maybe it was the fact that his voice was all tiny and frail. Or the fact that his hand felt so good, but in the end he agreed. Whatever he wanted he'd give it to him because this felt amazing. Jimin heard the words he craved to hear.

"You can have Yoongi."

At that Jimin smiled. This wasn't the first time he played with fire. It was stupid and reckless, but he didn't care because that was who he was. He had never backed down from what he wanted.

This wouldn't be the exception.