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Narrator's POV

Jimin, groggy from just waking, attempted to sit up before sucking in a sharp breath between clenched teeth. He clutched at his side, looking as if he has something bitter in his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Yoongi asked immediately after noticing discomfort. Mind frantic about what he could do to help. "Do you want more pillows? Perhaps another blanket? Painkillers?" he rambled. Of course the model didn't want to request anything, already feeling like he's intruding by simply being in his home.

"Oh. No thank you. I'm fine," he tightened his lips into a small smile. In return, the older shook his head in dismay.

"I'll be right back. Please eat something." Brown eyes followed him as he trudged up the steps to the second floor.

The food smelled absolutely delicious. Jimin's mouth immediately started watering as he stared at the plate. It looks like something straight out of a magazine or professional cooking show. Impeccable. He couldn't even remember the last time that he had eaten something like this. Or anything at all, really. With the exception of lunch with Mr. Min in his office.

The portion, whereas downsized with the consideration of how much his stomach will be able to eat, was much larger than Jimin's normal 'meals'. His kitchen at home was scarce and only held what Jackson preferred to keep around. Home cooked meals were very rare for Jimin. At the beginning of their relationship, the model had tried to make food for his boyfriend out of love and appreciation. Unfortunately, cooking is not one of his talents.

Jackson had turned down the dish if it was not to his exact liking. Sometimes not even bothering to try it. So as per request, the younger was no longer allowed to make him food.

He brought a bite sized piece of fluffy pancake up to his lips and savored the sweet flavor. He continued to eat as he realized how hungry he was. Jimin munched away happily as the ravenette made his way downstairs.

Yoongi was carrying a large folded blanket, a few more pillows, and a small bottle in his hands.
"Here. Take two of these," the older mumbled as he set the medication next to Jimin's plate. He started arranging the pillows so it would be more comfortable for Jimin to lay down. With his cheeks stuffed full of warm pancake and chilled berries, he tried to sheepishly smile as Yoongi made his stay as warm and welcoming as possible. In the meanwhile, Jimin had placed the pills in his mouth and took a sip of the coffee.

"T-Thanks." His soon-to-be dominant sent him a gummy smile,
"Of course. I can tell that you don't like asking for things, but if you have anything in mind that you want or need, don't hesitate to ask. Okay?" The younger swallowed the rest of the food in his mouth and gave him a brief nod.

"Okay. Thank you for breakfast by the way. This is really really good!" He enthusiastically admitted. From Yoongi's standing position he looked down at the brunette and chuckled.

Jimin's POV

"Well I'm glad you think so." I can't believe I was scared of him. He's super duper nice! I smile to myself and finish breakfast. The second after I was done, he cleared away the dirty dishes. When he returned, he sat in the chair next to the sofa. "Would you like to watch some television? Or I can leave you to rest?" He asked me kindly. I think I've slept enough and I'm not really in the mood for TV.

"Um.... Could we maybe just talk?" I request. That sounds so dumb. I mentally facepalm. "Never mi-"
"We can talk if you'd like. What would you like to talk about?" He cuts me off. I bite my lip and look at the floor.
"I don't know," I voice. Yoongi adjusts his position on the chair to give me his immediate attention. Yoongi ponders for a quick moment before asking me if I'd like to talk about myself.

"Me?" I stupidly ask. Of course he was asking me. Nobody else is here.
"Yes, you," he lets out an airy chuckle.

"Well, I'm Park Jimin. I, uh, I'm 23 years old. I work as a model for Jisoo."
"I know all of that, though. What about your interests? Your hobbies? Goals in life or achievements? I want to know a bit more about you. You have mentioned before that you take dance classes with Taehyung; want to tell me about that?" He mentions, looking as if he's genuinely intrigued. I get really happy as he brings up my favorite hobby.

"I've always loved dancing. I've been doing it for as long as I can remember. It always clears my mind and it's so fun. Can you dance?" Before I know it I'm beaming. Yoongi catches my contagious smile and grins.

"Not really, no," he states matter of a factly. He leans forward on the edge of his seat as I ramble on about dancing.
"Really? I can teach you! I promise it's not that hard, I helped teach Taehyung a bit, too. I know a few different styles and I take classes when I have free time." I continued to nonsensically drone on and on about what I love about dancing. I brought up funny stories, embarrassing moments, and things I was really proud of. At the end of it all, I take a moment to catch my breath. "Sorry, I know I'm being annoying," I scratch the back of my head.

"You're not. I like hearing your stories. Do you have any more to tell me?" He wonders after reassuring me.
"Can I ask about you instead?" I ask tentatively. The blanket on my lap becomes a bit too warm, so I fold it and set it next to me, bringing my legs up and crossing them.

"I suppose, but I'm not a very interesting person. All I do is work," Yoongi replies.
"Hmm. Well what do you even do at work? Do you just sit around at your overly expensive desk and sign and file boring paperwork all day long in your thousand dollar suites?" I immediately cover my mouth, realizing how disrespectful that was. "I didn't mean that, I'm so-" Yoongi's eyes opened in shock and he began laughing.

Wait what? I was scared he was going to get mad at me because of how rude that was. He's just laughing.
"That was pretty funny," he wiped his eyes and sighed.
"Wait.... You're not mad at me?"I practically exclaim out of shock. The CEO stared at me with a look of pure amusement and shook his head.

"No. Of course I'm not mad at you. I thought it was quite humorous actually. To answer your question however, no. That's not all that I do. I monitor product production, set up conferences to personalize member experience and note input, make sure the dominants don't get too lenient on their submissives or spend all day- uhm.... I just make sure they're not getting to carried away. I also review and sign off on contracts." He finalized his list.

"Do you mean the contracts contracts? Or just regular contracts?" I assume he didn't mean the normal ones.
"The contracts contracts," he repeated, using my tightly technological terminology.

"So what you're saying is, you have access to everyone's contracts? Aren't those kind of.... personal?" My cheeks burn a rosy red at the thought.
"Well yes. I sign off and review them to make sure that both parties are comfortable with their arrangement and are safe. That's very important." All I can do is think of all of the things that those simple sheets of paper would hold. The extremely intimate information.

"Don't the people feel uncomfortable with sharing that kind of stuff? Even a little?" He shrugged a bit.
"Some might be a bit embarrassed, sure, but quite a bit of them are absolutely shameless. The office is a very open place and people speak freely about their kinks and behaviors. Of course that only happens behind closed doors," his voice turned serious at the end. "On the other hand, the other businesses go about as one would expect. Fairly boring."

I laugh as he basically makes fun of his own companies. There's a lot that I'm curious to know about how the entire contract system works and is established.

"May I ask a question?"
"Yes, of course. What is it?" Yoongi asks, prepared to be of aid.
"Of all the possible ways to handle the situation, why did you offer a position as your secretary and.... the other stuff?" I look away from him. Yoongi's lips are formed in a small smirk and he looks at me with his cat-like eyes staring straight into mine.

"I think that would best be an answer saved for another time."

A/N
hii! it's kind of a bad chapter. sorry this is posted a bit late. i really really hate halloween and have been trying to distract myself for a bit. it's currently 11:27 pm and i'm so tired. stay safe💜