"Of course." Jimin replied in an instant. He cringed at his own neediness and hoped Yoongi hadn't noticed his desperate tone.

After closing the door, they stared at each other once more. Though the room was spacious and cold, it suddenly felt smaller and warmer.

Or was that just his blushing face?

"Dog," he calmly spoke up. At first his breathing was quite unsteady, but it was slowly going back to normal.

"Brat,"

"I—"

"I—"

Yoongi cleared his throat motioning for him to continue. Jimin shook his head no instantly. Afraid that he would say something corny and regret it.

He sighed giving up and continued to speak, "I see you came back in one piece. Thank you for not making me fail at my job."

Jimin giggled a little disappointed. It wasn't the first thing he expected him to say. "I wouldn't let my obedient dog fail."

"How was the trip?" He asked not looking directly in his eyes.

Without even realizing, he was scanning his body in depth for any trace of Taehyung's doing. He didn't know why he was looking for traces knowing it would make him go insane.

Sleep hadn't been a part of his routine over the weekend. If he fell asleep, he woke up within an hour drenched in the horrors of thinking of the indecent things Taehyung did to him.

It was something that played on repeat. Though it wasn't Jimin's fault, he couldn't help feeling so angry at him. It was a deep rooted hatred that was mainly directed at Taehyung.

For doing this to him. For humiliating Jimin by hiring him as his escort. For showering him with gifts and money to make himself feel better about having him as a sex slave.

And yet a part of him felt angry at Jimin. Who had been so obsessed with money that he willingly signed that stupid contract. If only he could've stopped it.

"What's the matter?" Jimin whispered. He had noticed the way Yoongi harshly stared at him and the way his facial expression was disgusted.

"I have work on my mind. Sorry." He apologized, snapping back to his senses.

He had to keep reminding himself that it was wrong to judge Jimin. He too had been there before. Selling his freedom to Taehyung's family was a price he would never pay. Not even with all the money in the world.

"Mmm. The trip was fine. I got a little sick. I've never been up in the clouds before. So that was fun." He responded by not touching the work subject.

Yoongi smiled, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"Yeah. Uhh...how about you? Did you—did you have fun?" He wondered. What he really wanted to ask was, "Did you miss me? Or did you go see Tzuyu?"

"It was..." excruciatingly painful. "Okay. Definitely different from you not barking orders at me."

Jimin grinned, that basically translated to "I fucking missed you!". Well, at least in Yoongi's vocabulary it did.

"Did you go out?" He suddenly asked, remembering Tzuyu.

"No. I couldn't. I was left in charge."

"Ahh. Would you have gone out if you had the chance?"

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, catching on to the leading questions. "What's with the curiosity? What are you trying to ask exactly?"

"Nothing! Just curious. Gosh, stupid dog." He replied, looking away from his intimidating gaze.

There was silence once again. Jimin nervously looked up and spoke up, "Can I—can I turn off the light?"

Yoongi's heart skipped a beat. He nodded slowly knowing that the light off would set a more private mood. Jimin reached over him to turn it off.

The clean scent mixed with cologne hit his nose. He swallowed hard as his arm relaxed at his side. Jimin looked uneasy and scared almost like the silence was asphyxiating him.

"Yoongi, I want to tell you something." He said, suddenly being more comfortable with the darkness.

"Okay. What is it?"

"I...I didn't have sex with Taehyung over the weekend." He whispered.

Yoongi was caught off guard. This whole time he had been imagining things that never happened. Or maybe they did, and Jimin was simply sparing him from the gruesome details.

"Why are you telling me this?" He asked equally as quietly. His tone wasn't rude or demanding. It sounded confused and relieved.

Jimin could see a slight glare of his eyes reflecting from the moonlight. He looked irresistible. Angelic, heavenly, too perfect that he kept forgetting to breathe.

A loud inhale startled Yoongi as he watched him catch his breath. "What's the matter?" He asked, concerned touching his shoulder.

If Jimin could describe the way his hands made him feel, it would be electrifying. Thrilling. It was an emotion that he hadn't experienced before. Not even with Yuta.

"I...I forgot to breathe." He blushed bright red.

"Tch, now I have to remind you to breathe too?" He asked mentally adding one more task to his list.

Jimin was such a fragile person that he needed to be taken care of. Yoongi had promised that he would and he meant it.

"Yes. It seems like it." He murmured, still ashamed of his sudden dependence on this man.

Quickly, he shook his emotions off and proceeded to talk. "I'm telling you about the Taehyung thing because...I just couldn't do it. I couldn't get into the mood. I just..."

The explanation made Yoongi feel better. He couldn't fight off the smile on his face. It was a joyful feeling to know that nothing sexual happened. Then, he thought of Taehyung. He didn't seem upset while talking to him.

"How did Taehyung react?" He asked, unable to stop himself from doing it.

"He was surprisingly...understanding. Sweet." He admitted.

Yoongi looked at the floor to hide his pained expression. If Taehyung continued to be this way, he would make Jimin fall for him. And if he was suddenly being so gentle that could only mean that he was falling for him. It was torturous.

Jimin took a deep breath and caught his attention once again. He smirked playfully to hide his emotions, "Brat, did you forget to breathe again?"

He nodded eagerly and finally got an adrenaline rush kick. Yoongi's eyes widened as he put his hand on his face and leaned over him.

Now, he was pushed against the door and had Jimin's body on top of his. His mind raced at one hundred miles. There were so many mixed emotions at once. Excitement, fear, lust, confusion.

"Dog, I know that you cannot return any affection that I give you. However, I'd like to remind you that if I order you to stay still you have to." His voice showed the usual childish defiance.

Yoongi stood completely still as Jimin continued to lean closer. He abruptly kissed him in such a brusque way. Afraid that he'd pull away angrily at his action. Afraid that he wouldn't even get to touch his lips before delivering the kiss.

The confusion that fell over Yoongi was suddenly eased with the feeling of his lips. The kiss progressed to a much softer one and though it was prohibited to return it, he still did.

Jimin's face was getting redder as the kiss deepened. Finally, he pulled away to catch his breath. His hands were gripping Yoongi's shirt tightly, whose chest rose ferociously.

"Very well, we shouldn't speak of this again." Jimin mumbled, letting go of his shirt and turning his back on him.

Yoongi reached over to hold him back. He gasped at the feeling of his arm wrapped around his hand. He waited for him to speak and at least he didn't.

"Are you angry?" Jimin asked, not happy with his actions. It was wrong of him to kiss him without consent. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but he could've sworn that the kiss was returned.

"No, but that was wrong. Taehyung would..." his voice trailed away.

"I know. I couldn't help it." He said avoiding eye contact.

Yoongi sighed and finally pulled him in for a hug. Jimin's face laid on his chest and it was so welcoming. He thought that hugging him a few weeks back was warm, no this was warmer.

To actually feel his arms securely wrapped around him was the best feeling in the world. He quickly returned the hug and heard his heart thumping loudly.

They stood still for a few minutes. Or maybe it was hours. Jimin lost track of time, until Yoongi cleared his throat.

"I should probably go."

"Don't go!" Jimin hurriedly replied, grabbing him tighter.

"I have to."

"Stay with me. Please. At least until I fall asleep."

Yoongi knew he shouldn't do it. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to decline. It was inevitable to not want him. He was irresistible.

"Okay. Only until you fall asleep."

Jimin let go and scurried to bed. He got under the covers bringing them all the way up to his mouth. It's not that he was cold, he was flustered and still embarrassed.

Yoongi kneeled beside him watching him grip the blankets tighter. He slowly brought it down to expose his face.

"You won't be able to sleep like that."

Jimin kept quiet. Something told him that Yoongi wasn't precisely mad. In fact, he looked like he wanted to be here. It was frustrating to know they wouldn't get to freely express themselves without the fear of being attacked by Taehyung.

Ten minutes into the staring contest, Yoongi turned his head to the side. "Brat, the point of getting in bed is to sleep."

"I don't want to sleep."

"You have to. It's late."

"I don't want to." He repeated.

"Why not?"

"Because then you'll leave. You said you'd stay until I fell asleep."

Yoongi sighed with a smile. He reached over to pat his head softly, "I'm not going to leave. I'm going to be outside your room."

Jimin wanted to argue and tell him he needed him to stay here, but the way he rubbed his head was so relaxing. He hadn't noticed how tired he was until now.

Sleeping with Taehyung was hard. Throughout the night he turned and his mind never kept quiet. Those two days were restless.

With Yoongi it was the opposite. Having him here soothe his thoughts. It's like he was lavender himself. Relaxing, calm, sweet. His eyes fought to stay open until he lost the battle.

"Dog, I'm sorry." He murmured with his eyes closed. He could feel himself distantly lured by sleep.

"For what?" He asked, resting his head on the bed.

"For kissing you. I didn't mean to. I mean, I did, but..." for a second he lost track of what he was saying. Quickly, he kept going, finally remembering what he was trying to say. "I like you. Your lips are soft. You taste so sweet. I like you a lot, dog."

Yoongi felt a rush of emotion pulsing through. He kissed the top of his forehead. Hearing his soft breaths and light snores told him he was now deep asleep.

"I like you a lot too brat."

With that said, he walked out of the room and stood outside like a statue. Even if he could sleep, he wouldn't. All he wanted to do was stay awake and relive the sweet kiss in his imagination.

Yoongi had finally found a good reason to lose sleep.