A/N
hi readers! im not sure if i will be able to update as frequently this upcoming week and maybe after that due to the fact that my mother is going in for surgery next week. That said, i have more work to do to maintain things at home and my grades (i am a student) but i will still try to write as much as possible. writers block is a bitch. i j-hope you enjoy! 💜
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As the tiring drive continued, I brought the car to a slow stop at every red light, drove carefully over each and every speed bump, and cringed slightly at even the smallest noises. Assuring the peaceful blonde in the seat next to mine was not bothered in his deep sleep. I even lowered the air conditioning, afraid he might get too cold.

The dead silence that hung in the air above us was nowhere near reassuring for me. Even now, my thoughts still raced, the inkletts whirling around in my head at one hundred miles per hour.

So many emotions at once washed over me in a strong wave. Scratch that, it felt like a tsunami. Conflicting feelings crashing against the walls by being, each attempting to drown out one another, but just in the end just heightening my acknowledgement of every single drop that created the wavering waters.

At the signal of a button, the tall bars of the black, metal gates of my house roll open. Beside me, Jimin shuffles in his sleep, whining slightly. In an immediate attempt to comfort him and his unconscious needs, I gently place my slightly larger hand over his.

A quiet sigh escapes his paled lips as he grabs onto my arm and held it close to his chest. I singlehandedly, pun intended, navigate my way through the small path to the front of my house.

Only at this moment do I find myself in a predicament. Right now, I should be helping him out of the car and carrying him inside, but my arm is currently held captive in his sleepy snuggle. Well, I can't just wake him up, I reasoned with myself. I remained in the car, silently cooing at his serene aura.

Everything has happened so fast and now I'm signing a contract with someone I've only known for a few days. I can't even begin to fathom how hard this has been on him. He tugs on my arm a bit more, rubbing his face against it sleepily. Then, contorts his face into a painful frown at the slight pressure applied to the dark purple bruise on his otherwise impeccable skin.

My fingers brush gently over the unblemished areas his face. To which he unconsciously melts into my touch and calms his tense features.
I use this time to carefully slip my hand out of his grasp.

Making minimal noise as possible, I unbuckle myself, cease the humming of the engine, and slip out the car door. Upon opening the passenger side door, his distressed face whilst grabbing at air makes my heart wrench. I reach over his frail figure and press the release button on his seatbelt, keenly focused on not pushing into his bruises.

Placing one hand under his bent knees and the other around his upper back, I lift him out of his seat with ease.

My face falls into one of a sullen expression. He's.... far too light. If I ever see that god awful man again, I swear on everything I've ever known and loved that I will murder him in cold blood for every bruise and fear he has etched into Jimin's body and mind.

I hold him close to me dearly, as if the softest touch could send cracks down his delicate skin. I wouldn't be too surprised if that happened to be a fact. I kick the door shut, not caring about the thousands of dollars I've spent on the vehicle at this point. Jimin's well-being is my absolute and utter top priority from now on.

I struggle to open the front door without loudly jingling the keys, but thankfully manage to do so without too much trouble. I maneuver my way upstairs with the resting body still draped over my arms.

Narrator's POV

As Yoongi carried the model up the steps of his house, his head was filled with so many questions and concerns for the younger. His mind had been set on making sure Jimin's physical and mental health was tended to before anything at all. That included temporarily pausing his role as a boss if it was needed.

Yoongi was curious as to why Jimin had confirmed wanting the contract only hours later and if he actually meant it, especially considering the recent events. He knows for one, that his contract would be very different from others. Though, every contract has its own unique features.

Not only that, but he would technically be breaking his own corporate rules by letting his, now, submissive live with him. Even if it was only until further notice. That being said, nobody would dare speak out against it. It was his companies after all and he, against not actually wanting it, is held in high esteem by his employees, friends, and dedicated membership holders.

If any of his employees was facing a similar problem, he would obviously let them bend the rules until their situation became stable or help out in whatever way he could. The man isn't heartless.

The elder nudged his bedroom door open and sat the model upright on his bed. The sleepy body threatening to fall over at any given moment.
"Jimin? Hey, come on. Wake up," the dark haired brunette spoke quietly. "Jiminie, I need you to wake up" The younger groggily opened his eyes, adjusting to the new scenery and lighting.

"Hmm?"
"You need to take a bath before you go to sleep. Okay?" Yoongi advised him. The light haired hugged himself sleepily,
"I don wanna. This sweatshirt is comfy," he mumbled with tired eyes.

Truthfully, Jimin did want to shower. He felt disgusting and grimy after what Jackson had done, but he was cautious of being in Yoongi's presence and as he had said, really comfortable.

The taller of the two smiled down at him with his rare, signature gummy smile,
"Well, you can keep it, then. But it should be washed. And if you like it so much, I have a few more you're more than welcome to wear" Jimin's eyes widened in response.

"You.... You mean this is y-your sweatshirt?" the model inquired, referring to the black sweatshirt Yoongi had thrown over him in a last minute attempt of letting him keep his dignity during their last encounter. Yoongi nodded and cautiously reached his arm out to him. To which, as expected, he flinched. Jimin profusely apologized at his involuntary action.

"I'm s-sorry...."