Jimin collapses on the bed, limp and satiated like a cat after a bowl of milk. His body throbs with pleasure. Yoongi pulls away and disappears into the bathroom. He returns with a damp cloth which he uses to wipe Jimin down gently.

"Well, you look like you've been fucked well." Yoongi grins, clearly proud of his handiwork.

"You'd say that..." Jimin mumbles into the sheets, unable to hide the smile on his face. This feels different, good.

After Yoongi is done, he climbs into bed and to Jimin's great surprise, snuggles against his back for a cuddle.

"Never took you to be a cuddler..." he says, speaking his mind.

"Hm..." Yoongi hums, sinking into Jimin's hair, smelling it deeply. With a sudden burst of energy, he gets up on his elbow. "That asshole isn't going to give you any more trouble, by the way," he says out of nowhere.

Jimin frowns, aware of too many assholes to differentiate without a name.

"Landlord," Yoongi adds.

"Don't tell me you've disposed of him!" Jimin gasps. In all honesty, this time, he probably wouldn't mind if he had.

"Hey, I told you, we're a legit business now – a lot has changed since my father was in charge..." Yoongi sighs, adding, "I'm sorry about your father – we have different guidelines now, people can't borrow indefinitely without paying back..." his words fade away.

Jimin turns to look at Yoongi, he really looks at him. It's as if he's truly seeing him for the first time. When they met, he'd seemed so cold and heartless... and now, he seems like a different person, like warmth itself, responsible, reasonable. A normal person. Jimin's heart skips a beat.

"I've bought Jang Hyunwoo out," Yoongi says quietly. "Guess that makes me your landlord?" he chuckles, like it's no big deal.

Reality has such a nasty way of intruding, Jimin hates it. He sits up, a bad feeling creeping up in his belly. "Why?" His voice tightens. "Why would you interfere like that? How is it any of your business?"

The surprise on Yoongi's face is palpable.

"Well, I- I just wanted you not to have to deal with him anymore. He looked like he wanted a piece of you. The guy's an asshole," Yoongi tries.

Jimin gets up and starts looking for his clothes, he turns to Yoongi with pants in his hand. "So what? He's my asshole to deal with. I don't need you to fucking swoop in and save the day. Play Prince Charming." He walks to the wardrobe and picks a random pair of joggers and a T-shirt. He yanks them on, anger building with every second.

"I think you misunderstand..." Yoongi grabs his coat off the corridor and finds the wet clothes in the bathroom. He throws a few things on haphazardly, the rest, he bundles under his arm.

"I think I understand just fine! Don't mix business with pleasure, did your daddy not teach you that gem?" He walks to the door. "Get out."

Yoongi stops in front of Jimin, eyes pleading, fingers tugging at an elbow. "Jimin, please listen–"

"Don't touch me!" he hisses, pointing at the door.

In the following week, the postman delivers a chunky letter addressed to Jimin at the shop. Suspicious, he opens it standing behind the counter, surrounded by the comfort of flowers.

"What the hell..." he mutters when he sees the contract with Yoongi's name and address at the top. Once he figures out the reason, he shuts the shop and heads out, contract in hand.

The house is high security, private, behind high fencing. Coming up to the front door, there are no windows, just an entrance with a high-end security system. Jimin rings the bell, heart in his throat, annoyed at himself for feeling so nervous. He isn't the one who's done something wrong here, why should he feel anxious about it?

Yoongi opens the door, wearing a plain white t-shirt and worn jeans, his dark hair long and wavy – he's never looked so good. It's only been a few days, but the pang of missing him hits Jimin right in the solar plexus and it nearly knocks him out. Suddenly, it's hard to breathe.

Yoongi startles, visibly, at the sight of him. "How did you –"

"What the fuck is this?" Jimin waves the thick bundle of papers in Yoongi's face.

"Why don't you come in and we can talk about it..." Yoongi steps aside, opening the door wider.

Hesitant, Jimin follows him into the beautiful, modern house where the impersonal minimalist style in earth tones is balanced to perfection by traditional artefacts and instruments dotted around the place. The sight is unexpected, yet somehow the calm ambiance really suits Yoongi.

Jimin drops his shoes by the door, nodding his thanks when Yoongi offers him a pair of guest slippers without a word. He follows the silent back into the large kitchen, their slippered feet make no sound on the shiny wooden floors. Jimin can't shake the doubt festering in his mind.

"Tea, coffee?" Yoongi asks softly, without eye contact. He doesn't seem at all perturbed, when Jimin can't shake the chaos roaming inside him, kicking up a storm.

"Why would you gift me the shop?" he asks, ignoring Yoongi's question – he's not here to socialise over a cup of tea. The deafening silence between them is maddening, he can't stand it. Yoongi's gaze lingers in the garden outside. Look at me! Jimin wants to scream at him.

"You didn't want me owning it, seemed rude to give it to someone else?" he says it like it's the most sensible thing in the world to do – gifting a store worth so much money.

"You could have sold it?" Jimin says without emotion.

"And risk some asshole buying it? Don't think so," Yoongi chuckles.

"I can't accept it." Jimin throws the contract on the table top between them.

"Why?" Finally, Yoongi looks at him.

"It's too much money. I'd feel forever indebted to you, it's... it's not fair."

"It might be a lot of money to you, but it really isn't a lot of money to me. I own the building, Jimin, I own many buildings, restaurants, clubs. Your little shop is like a drop in the ocean, by comparison," he says, finally showing signs of annoyance.

Jimin's eyes well up out of nowhere, catching him unawares. The thought of owning his shop outright is a lifetime dream, something he thought would never be possible – but he could never accept it without having paid for it.

"How dare you do this, Min Yoongi..." Jimin sniffs. "There is no sensible way out of this... Why did you have to intervene!?"

"All you have to do is accept it and forget about it. That's not hard at all."

"I could never forget, ever. I'd want to pay you back," Jimin insists.

"You'd rather be indebted to me than just accept the shop for free or me be your landlord?"

"Yes."

"But you want to own your shop?"

"More than anything," Jimin says, feeling more stupid with every passing moment.

"Then why are you making this so difficult? Stop being so damn proud, Jimin. It's nonsense. I'm giving it to you because I..." Yoongi hesitates, "I want you to have it."

"Why would you want me to have it? It makes no sense?"

Yoongi scoffs, arms wafting while he tries to come up with something. "I've seen you in there, I see what you do, you are a natural. You are a good person and you deserve it. Why do I need a reason?" He shrugs.

"Because it doesn't make any sense otherwise!" Jimin shouts, banging on the table.

"Listen, how about a compromise. I'll hire you. You can work for me – we'll need flower arrangements for functions all the time, meetings, offices. You keep the shop and work for me. How about that?"

"So, you'd give me the shop AND more money?" Jimin scoffs in annoyance, arms crossing, hip jutting out.

"Acht, that's not what I meant!" Yoongi pushes fingers through his hair, walking back and forth in his frustration. "I just want you to be safe and happy, Jimin, that's all I want. You don't owe me anything – not money, not your time. Just sign the damned piece of paper!"

"No!" Jimin says, chin lifting.

"Fine. Marry me."

"I'm sorry?!" Jimin gasps in utter shock, trying to understand how they got here.

"If you marry me, it'll be yours, you won't owe me money and everything is as it should be."

"Are you insane?" Jimin gasps.

"Absolutely." Yoongi nods, smirking. He walks to Jimin and cups his cheeks. "But I'm also utterly crazy about you, Jimin. I've never met anyone like you."

Jimin tries not to smile, this is totally unhinged.

"I'm quite a catch, you know," Yoongi adds.

"So you keep telling me..." Jimin whispers, too overwhelmed to respond with anything sensible. Slowly, Yoongi pulls him close and drops a soft kiss on his cheek, right next to the mouth.

"One thing you'll learn about me, when you get to know me Jimin, is that I never lie. Ever. And I always mean what I say. I couldn't be more serious when I say, please marry me," Yoongi smiles, smitten.

After everything, it's hard not to believe him, he is too convincing with his imploring eyes and soft hands. Jimin knows in his gut that what Yoongi is saying, is all true. No longer afraid, he answers,

"Alright."

"There! Sorted." Yoongi smiles. "Now, come to bed. I missed you..."

Jimin laughs brightly. "One thing you'll learn about me, when you'll get to know me, Yoongi, is that I really don't like being told what to do...." he smirks.

"Oh, you wanna bet money on that?" Yoongi winks and pulls Jimin toward the bedroom. 

The End