Jimin looked up from the corner of the room where he sat. He wore a t-shirt that was slightly damped from his moist body.

His hair was wet and a mess. Yoongi slowly closed the door testing the waters. He looked much more sober now. His eyes were back to being empty and expression blue.

Suddenly, a loud thunder in the distance broke the awkward silence between them. Yoongi spoke up first unsure of what to even say.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine." He responded, but obviously didn't mean it.

"I'll bring you some tea to—"

"No. I will only vomit. I'm okay." He reassured looking back at the glass door. The rain droplets kept dripping down and he saw his reflection against it.

His eyes were sunken, sleep deprived, face empty and the blue aura radiated around him completely unmistakable for any other emotion.

This was not the reflection he liked to see.

He wanted to look at himself and feel proud for wearing designer clothes and expensive colognes. He wanted to feel so greedy that it overpowered all the sadness within him.

Abruptly, he looked away and stood up from the floor walking over towards Yoongi. He watched him and held his breath as Jimin reached beside him to turn off the light.

"It's giving me a headache." He murmured.

"Okay." Yoongi responded finally breathing. He caught a whiff of the clean body wash and the apple scented shampoo.

Jimin looked up at him as the storm intensified outside getting louder. "Are you really going to resign as my guard?" He whispered quietly.

"I think it's best for you. You've been so shut down that it's not healthy."

Jimin felt a little lightheaded. The tipsiness had gone away a little, but the dizziness was still very present. The room was spinning and he could feel his stomach bubble.

"You think that's best for me? I'm tired of you and everyone else telling me what's best for myself. I'm a grown man. I get to decide, okay? I've already decided this and I want you to be my guard."

"I thought you were scared of me." He stated looking in his eyes for any sign of fear.

"I am, but I'm more scared to be without you."

Yoongi's heart raced at his comment. He gulped down nervously. It had been so long since he felt such things. Since he dedicated his life to serve Taehyung's family he had no time for love or any other emotion.

"Okay. I'll stay as your guard." He mumbled not breaking the eye contact.

"Very well then," he said getting the courage to speak up again. "As my guard I order you to hug me."

Yoongi remained quiet. The loud thumping in his chest intensified. "You know I cannot do that." He replied.

"Why not? You're my guard and you are to obey me." He argued leaning closer.

The sweet euphoric feeling that was in his veins before the shower was long gone. He was back to feeling lonely and utterly lost.

"You know I can't do that." He repeated a bit softer.

Jimin's anger grew more. He blinked the tears away and took a deep breath, "Fine. If you can't hug me then I order you to stay still. You can't move."

He wrapped his arms around Yoongi's body burying his face into his chest. His arms were tightly around his body seeking warmth.

Jimin had been so cold for so long and he was so warm. His scent, his body, and everything he ever craved was embodied in this man. As soon as his face made contact with his chest the waterworks started.

It was inevitable. He had unconsciously been wanting some sort of affection that didn't involve sex. Just human touch.

"Just five minutes. I just need to hug you for five minutes. I can deal with the loneliness during the day, but I can't handle it at night."

Yoongi didn't hug him back even though he wanted to. All these new mixed emotions were very confusing. His body was very tense upon feeling Jimin's tinier frame and very slowly he relaxed.

"I've been so cold Yoongi. You're so warm." He whispered with sad tears.

Yoongi felt a lump in his throat form. He couldn't remember the last time he had been hugged by someone.

Jimin stood there for minutes until his hands were tired from gripping him so tight. He let go and looked for any signs of discomfort on his face.

Yoongi's expression was blank like usual. It was very hard to tell what he felt or thought. Unlike Jimin who's emotions were transparent.

He turned around and headed back to the floor spot he was originally sitting. He looked out the window as the storm got stronger. The trees were shaking violently from the wind and lighting illuminating the sky.

"Yoongi, why do you hate me?" He asked pressing his forehead against the cold glass. "Am I really that shallow?" He added as tears spilled from his eyes.

The rain was so loud that his soft weeps were lost in the weather. Yoongi took a deep breath and lost his composure. He had been fighting it for so long that he gave in slowly approaching him.

Yoongi stood next to him and reached down to softly pat his head. "I don't hate you, brat. I've never hated you."

Jimin quickly straightened up when he felt his hand on his head. He looked up at him and finally saw a glimpse of sadness.

"Can I tell you my story?" He asked with his eyes big and full of tears.

Yoongi sat next to him and nodded. They were only a few inches away. Jimin wiped his tears with the back of his hands.

"I was in love once. I met him in high school and dated several years after. I guess I've always been love deprived. I grew up without my father who abandoned us. My mom gave me all the love she could, but I think deep down I needed more. The place I grew up in was very poor. I don't think I remember eating meat until I was old enough to work and pay for it. My boyfriend at the time was very supportive of me and my dreams. Though I truly believe he's my soulmate we had a major difference. Can you guess what that is?" He asked turning his face towards Yoongi.

"Money."

He chuckled at his misery, "Yeah. I always wanted more. Whereas my lover was content with our lifestyle. I don't know, maybe I am an awful person for wanting money and power. Maybe I am a monster for wishing to have it all. You know what though? None of the things I've gotten have come easy to me. Do you think I like sleeping with multiple men? Every time I do, I feel myself growing emptier. It's not easy putting my body through the things I do. I don't always enjoy sex with clients. I have to endure the nasty comments, the weird kinks, the forced orgasms, the bruises, the degradation. It's not fun, okay? I think I deserve the fucking Lamborghini. I deserve the fucking diamond bracelet because I lost everything due to this."

Yoongi watched him fall apart to pieces. The pain in his voice was hard to listen to. It physically made his heart clench.

"You don't have to tell me this. I don't deserve to know." He said embarrassed at himself. Remembering the awful things he said to him made him feel like shit.

"I want to tell you. I've never told anyone none of this. I've been carrying this weight around for three years and it gets harder everyday."

Yoongi nodded understandingly. He wasn't physically touching him as a comfort method, but he was there next to him attentively listening. That's all Jimin really wanted.

"I envisioned myself marrying my past lover. He constantly gave me everything and I wanted to do the same for him. I met Jeongyeon outside a company. I had applied and gone to an interview which went horrible. I had heard of her and the business she dedicated herself to. She offered me a job as a dancer. Told me I would make lots of money. The desire to have more took over me and I agreed. For months I lied to my partner telling him I had a night shift job. We started having more money, getting new things and eating better. I was saving to buy a band for him. I was planning to propose. He found out about the job and we argued."

Jimin took a deep shaky breath. The scene was fresh in his mind. For a second the vertigo crept upon him. Next the anxiety would come, the self hatred and disgust. He looked at Yoongi and slowly felt himself ground back to earth. He continued speaking trying to get all this out.

"After lots of begging and quitting my job as a dancer, he forgave me. We tried it out for a few months. Things were different. The atmosphere was dreadful. He didn't trust me and I didn't know how to make it up to him. It was excruciatingly painful to watch him fall out of love with me. His hugs didn't feel the same and kisses were empty. Our intimacy was down the shit hole. In the end we broke up for good. I begged him to stay and he didn't. I fucked up and that's the price I have to pay. Long story short, I decided to go back and work as a dancer and then I became a prostitute."

"You don't have to do this the rest of your life, you know? When the contact is over you can start a new life. You don't have to be this if it's weighting you down."

Jimin sighed, "I'm not good at anything else. I'm dumb and don't like school. I don't want to work at a fast food place the rest of my life. I think I was just meant to be this."

"This doesn't make you happy. Do you really want to endure this forever?"

"No. I just want..." love.

"Want what? Money? That comes and goes. Trust me, enslaving yourself to this lifestyle is not the answer. If you just—if you let me help you financially maybe..."

What was he even saying? Jimin was off limits. Jimin didn't belong to him. Jimin wasn't his to claim nor help. Why was he speaking such nonsense?

"I just want love." He whispered. "I want to feel loved again." He miserably added while resting his face on the glass once again.

Yoongi leaned over to rest his face next to him. They looked at each other not looking away. He had a lot he wanted to say and didn't know how or where to start.

"You can only grown what you've planted. What good is it to have all these dreams when your thoughts are caged to this lifestyle?"

Jimin's heart sunk to his stomach. It was true. He was caged. Caged to his guilt. Caged to this life. This is why he was so empty inside. He only had organs, no soul, no love, just a hollow body.

He remained silent as his mind kept racing. The seconds turned into minutes. Perhaps confessing to Yoongi and drinking had been too dreadful for his body, but he felt his eyes slowly close.

Though his nasty thoughts were trying to overpower him, they didn't. At least not for the moment. He felt Yoongi's arms pick him up from the floor. He rested his head on his shoulder as he carried him to bed and gently laid him down.

"Such a brat," Yoongi murmured as he covered him up with a blanket. He kneeled over him losing the battle of control. He ran his fingers through his hair slowly caressing his face. "Such a brat." He repeated with a shaky breath.

Seeing him so defenseless and innocent was a harsh reality kick on the back. Yoongi was no longer in control of himself. He belonged to Jimin now. He'd be there for him no matter what. As a guard, a friend, or anything he needed him to.

"I'm going to protect you. You're not alone. No one will hurt you." He whispered pulling his hand away.

Jimin was half asleep to know whether Yoongi was actually here or not, but the voices stopped. The peacefulness surrounded him whole and finally his mind rested.

Yoongi walked outside the room and stood by the door. His heart kept racing like he had ran a marathon. All of these things Jimin had provoked in him was overpowering.

For hours he stayed there thinking of what had happened. It was too late to stop himself from caring about Jimin.

Just when his thoughts were settling in, the elevator noise tensed him up. His grip got tighter as Taehyung approached him.

"Yoongi. Why're you here at this time?"

"Sir, good evening. Or should I say morning. Jimin got drunk and I brought him to his room. I just wanted to make sure he was okay throughout the night."

Taehyung smiled, "Always the best at what you do."

He walked to the door and Yoongi tensed again. "Jimin's probably sleeping." He blitzed unable to stop himself.

"No worries I'll wake him up with no problem." He smirked.

Yoongi almost stopped him, but in the end didn't. He stared ahead at the walls feeling his fury grab him tightly like a tourniquet. He clenched his fists until his hands went numb.

This time he couldn't block out the muffled moans.