"Move it brat. Mr. Kim is waiting." Yoongi urged. One thing he could not stand was not being on time. It was intolerable to him.

"Sheesh. My thighs are sore and I can only move but so fast."

"I don't care. Mr. Kim is waiting."

"Do you want to know why I'm sore?" He asked turning around to face him while ignoring his previous comment.

"No and frankly I don't give a fuck."

His look and tone clearly said he didn't, but Jimin being the person he was didn't listen and proceeded talking.

"I've been working out. A body like mine doesn't stay this sexy. I've been slacking lately with moving houses and stuff. I'm getting back into the routine. Do I get brownie points for establishing a routine?"

"Sure." He replied uninterested.

Jimin kept posing waiting for him to look at his body and at last he didn't. He relaxed and sighed, "Hey! You didn't even look."

"I'm looking at you."

"Not at my hard work." He huffed crossing his arms over his chest.

"Go on brat. We're wasting time."

Jimin pouted and continued walking. Why was Yoongi so different from all the other men he'd met? Why wasn't he interested in his body like the others?

In a way, it was comforting to know that not all
men were thirsty over features. In the other way, it slightly offended him. Maybe Yoongi wasn't into guys. Yeah, that's what he would tell himself to not hurt his ego.

Yoongi reached over to knock on the door. Jimin caught a sniff of his scent. Damn, it always drove him mad because he smelled so ridiculously good.

"Come in." Taehyung spoke.

Yoongi slightly shoved Jimin for him to open the door. "Why don't you do it dog? You knocked." He snapped quietly.

"You spoiled brat. You can open the damn door."

"I'm not—!"

"Come in." He repeated a little louder.

"Ugh." Jimin huffed finally giving up and opening the door himself. It's not like he could keep Taehyung waiting to win a petty argument.

They both walked in, but Yoongi stood by the door waiting for orders. Taehyung sat behind his desk with a wide grin. He had been sealing deals for the last few days and he was hungry.

Hungry for Jimin. 

"Hey Jimin. You look lovely today."

"Thank you sir. I say the same about you."

Yoongi had to stop himself from barfing. This is not where he wanted to be. It was obvious he was the third wheel here.

"You're always so modest." He replied as he reached over and grabbed a gift box.

"What's this for?" Jimin asked with an excited grin.

Taehyung returned the smile as he handed him the box. "Your birthday is coming up. I thought I'd give you a little surprise in advance."

"Thank you!" He said clapping his hands.

"Go on and open it."

Jimin did as he was told and eagerly ripped the box. He dug into it like a kid at a candy store. He gasped a little shocked pulling out a fur coat.

It was all black and felt so soft. When he read the designer tag his heart nearly stopped. He knew this was expensive and Taehyung just gave it to him like that? Holy shit.

"This is gorgeous." He said in amazement.

"I'm glad you like it. Winter is coming up and it will keep you cozy." He turned his attention to Yoongi who was still waiting, "Yoongi, you can wait outside."

He nodded and bowed excusing himself. As soon as the door closed behind, Taehyung smirked leaning back on his seat. It seemed like he enjoyed having sex in his office.

"I have a request Jimin."

"Anything sir."

"Dance for me." He instructed as he put the tip of his finger in between his lips.  He had his legs slightly parted. The erection was seen clearly though his jeans.
Jimin nodded obediently doing as he was told.

Yoongi was still outside and could hear everything. Over the years he had learned to train his ears to pick up on little noises. He did get to his position for his dedication.

Good thing that he was also good at blocking out noises. The last thing he wanted was to hear their muffled moans.

•••

"Can we go outside?"

"For what?"

"Because I said so you stupid dog." He snapped.

Yoongi sighed while his eyes rolled back for the hundredth time. He was used to keeping his emotions in place, but this man made it so difficult.

Spoiled, bratty, ignorant and the cherry on top...arrogant.

The gifts from Taehyung weren't making his behavior any better. In fact he was worsening. He demanded and barked orders like nothing. In the end, Yoongi couldn't oppose.

He had authority, but one of his jobs was to keep Jimin happy because he made Taehyung happy. Again, he bit his tongue to not raise his voice.

"Fine stupid brat." He replied calmly.

"I'm not stupid!"

"You called me stupid so it's only fair."

"But I'm—"

"Don't take it so literal. Do you see me flipping out when you say that? I could really care less of what you think or say about me. You should be the same."

Jimin took a deep breath. He was right like usual. Not reacting wasn't one of his strengths. He often blurted out and acted immature. Yuta had always kept him in check.

Without him, Jimin didn't know how to control his impulsivity.

"Let's go outside." He blurted walking to the glass door.

The weather was just the right temperature. It wasn't too cold or too hot. It was just right. Jimin inhaled the fresh air and felt more liberal.

He looked to the right and spotted an employee fixing the roses. Jimin approached him and Yoongi closely followed behind.

"Can I do what you're doing?" Jimin asked.

The employee looked up with confusion. He wore gardening clothes and had a lot of dirt over his hands and face.    

"Soobin, this is Jimin. He would like to do your job." Yoongi spoke.

Soobin timidly nodded. In the short amount of months he had worked here he never once encountered Yoongi. To hear him speak directly to him was kind of mind blowing.

If Min Yoongi spoke to you then you were considered important.

"Of course sir." He replied quickly getting up. After removing the gardening apron and gloves he excused himself.

"Why's everyone so scared of you?" Jimin wondered as he kneeled down to the ground. He put on the apron and the gloves. He wasn't sure why he wanted to do this.

Maybe as a distraction. When Taehyung wasn't here he got quite bored. Shopping, sleeping and pretending to read for repetitive after a while.

"I am scary."

He shrugged, "Not to me."

"Are you sure you want to do that with those clothes? They'll get dirty."

"They're already dirty." He replied grabbing the bypass shears.

"Do you know what you're doing? Mr. Kim is very peculiar about his roses. You might get your fingers cut off."

Jimin froze and for a split second felt fear. Then, he remembered how blunt and sarcastic Yoongi was. He ended up giggling, but as he got closer to the roses his guard spoke up again.

"I'm serious."

He annoyedly looked up at him. "Shut up stupid dog. You're making me nervous."

Yoongi chuckled looking away. Jimin's eyes widen. Had he heard right? He was actually laughing! He didn't think this heartless man was capable of human emotions.

"Teach me then. I really like my fingers." He finally said in defeat.

Yoongi scoffed and kneeled down. He grabbed the tool from his hands and carefully moved the leaves to clip off the dead ones. Jimin was trying to concentrate on how to do it, but his mind was spiraling from seeing his veiny hands.

They were so pale, big, and he couldn't help to wonder how they'd feel around his neck. Would it hurt? Would he grab him tightly? Call him nasty names as he pushed him to the nearest wall? Would he be praising and dirty like Taehyung? Or rough and demanding like Jackson?

He gulped down and shook his head. Yoongi glanced in his direction, "Why are you shaking your head you brat? I know what I'm doing."

"Uhh...I was just thinking." He replied slightly embarrassed.

"Uh huh right."

Jimin pushed away those thoughts leaning over to touch his hand. "So you do it..." Yoongi quickly pulled away to prevent them from touching. 

"You know I'm not dirty right? Just because I'm a prostitute and enjoy sex doesn't mean you can't touch me." He said offended.

Dealing with the stigma that came from his job wasn't easy. As much as he tried to ignore it at times it was too much.

"It's not that. I shouldn't touch you out of respect." He replied looking at him.

"Respect for what? Taehyung? Are you scared to get your fingers cut off?" He asked avoiding eye contact.

"No, respect for you."

Jimin looked up at him. His face started reddening at his words. He blinked rapidly and bit the inside of his cheek.

The silence that followed was awkward. Yoongi got up and stood behind him. The tension was getting heavy to the point Jimin felt like he couldn't breath.

"My birthday is coming up." He said randomly to break the thick silence. "It's tomorrow actually." Jimin added.

"Mhm."

"How old are you anyways? Like forty?" He chuckled as he started clipping the dead stems. 

"Sure."

"No, you're like thirty one? Thirty two?"

"Sure."

Jimin groaned, "You're just agreeing with me. When's your birthday? I want to know. I need to celebrate the day my dog was born."

"Tch, that's none of your business brat."

Jimin snickered and continued doing the job. It seemed like that had gone back to normal. At least for now.

The silence was no longer asphyxiating.

It was comforting.