Yoongi's POV

Jimin and I talked on and on about the broad categories of the contract and what they might entail. The entire concept to him is still noticeably odd, of course. Yet, with every answer I gave him, he became more intrigued and daring with his questions. This can tell me quite a bit about him.

"Wait.... So what kinds of rewards are there?" he asks as his rich honey hair fell into his wide, innocent eyes. He sat with his legs crossed and arms down in front of him, leaning forward slightly. His demeanor closely resembling an eager child.
"It all depends. Some would want a tangible gift, which of course can be a variety of things. Others may ask for a sensual, physical reward," I continue, watching him gulp as I finish my sentence, "And a few just ask for appraisal. A reward for them would simply be their dominants telling them how good they are."

His chalk colors cheeks tinted a light pink shade and his chest sunk in a bit. I could tell that he liked the idea of that as he gave a tiny smile. "What kind of rewards would you be interested in? Do you have anything in mind?" I inquire easing him into opening up more.

Jimin fidgeted, shifted his legs a few times before shrugging. Though I already know the answer based on his reaction, I don't try to force it out of him. Instead, I just state,
"I'm sure you'll find something soon."

One thing that I've found questionable is his behavior. I know for a fact that the recent events have been extremely difficult to cope with, but he's acting too normal. Of course, that's excluding the crying and panic attack before, but he looks so calm now. Excited even.

Jimin becomes bold as he voices a question, and an important one at that.
"So.... When can I sign the contract?"

I don't think he really knows what he's getting into. If it were anyone else, anyone at all, I would have no problem. But, I feel like he may just be doing this to get his mind off things. I can't possibly go through with this paper based relationship the way it would usually go about.

"Are you sure you even want to sign it? You really don't need to. I can give you as much money as you need and if you insist on working for it then I can arrange for you to get a normal job there," I press, not wanting him to be stuck in situation that he will later find uncomfortable.

"Yes. I want to sign it. I also want to work for the money like everyone else does; there's no reason why I should get any special treatment," he answered with a look of dedication displayed on his face.

This doesn't seem like such a great idea....

"Are you aware of all the requirements for this? We'll have to sit down and discuss all of the smaller details before having signed the paperwork." The model nods, looking content with my response, happy even, but I can't shake the feeling that something will go wrong. His abusive, asshole boyfriend, of who knows how long, tried to rape him and he's now he's set on signing a BDSM contract.

Maybe he's just trying to forget about it or focus on something else for the mean time. I need to take extra care of him, but try not to treat him like he's broken and fragile.

"Then I suppose there wouldn't be any difficulty with that then. We can review it and sign whenever you're ready. No need to rush, this is a big deal, you know." I silently consider the small changes I would implement in the agreement.

The model glances around for a moment before talking in a soft tone, his plumped lips forming around each syllable,
"Can we do it now?"

I really don't want to fuck this up.

"If you're comfortable enough, then yes. Just allow me a bit of time to prepare anything," I agree, "Here, you can watch television if you'd like, or just relax," I hand him the long black remote to the widescreen TV mounted on the wall in front of him. He reaches out and takes the remote, pulling the blanket back over him now that he's cold again.

"Thank you."
I nod and tread the glossed steps to my office. I sit at my office chair and open my laptop.

It's not that big of a change.

I search for the digital file and create a copy to edit. I cut out small things like the overly sexual aspects of it and to stick to his request of no special treatment. I paste the passage in a smaller text size on the back of the last blank page, hoping he'll skip over it.

Don't get me wrong, the sexual intimacy and dominant-submissive relationship is a huge component in this, but who the hell am I to force him into that? I genuinely don't think he knows what he's getting into. After having gone through what he did, I don't want him under the assumption that I'm going to use or abuse him. I'm technically not breaking rules if I accidentally skipped it, right? They're my rules anyways.

I don't want to take away from the general idea of the papers, but rather maybe postpone the BDSM relationship until he's more comfortable.

I add in some lenient alterations, replace some terminology with less intense synonyms and finalize the edited version. I review it one last time and press the print option on the computer layout.

Mechanical noises come from the box as it spits out sheets of white paper. As the last page is printed, I grab them and set them on the table. I shut off the machines now that they are no longer in use. When I reach the bottom of the staircase, I see Jimin swaddled in a cocoon of fuzzy fabric. His face, the only thing showing amongst the ripples of blanket, turns to me with a soft smile.

This man is going to be the death of me.

"Everything's ready. Or we can just finish watching whatever you're watching," I suggest.
"We can start," Jimin replied, locks of hair falling into his eyes.

He looks so pure, though. Untainted.

"Do you need help getting up?" His lips shrug to one side as if thinking then says no. He uncrosses his legs to stand up and loses his balance. A small gasp escapes his lips as I catch him by the small of his back.

I cuff my arm behind his knees and hold his back as he clutches around my neck.
"Hey, I've got you. I won't let you fall," I carry him up to my office room. Once I've sat him in the chair next to mine, I sit at the end of the table and slide the papers to him. The inked pages are still warm to the touch.

"Ready?"
"Ready."

The model drops the blanket from his shoulders and displays a serious demeanor. His innocent face and soft eyes melt away into a hardened expression, professional. The surprising duality flashing an appearance.
"Along the way, if you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask. Now every pair creates their own boundaries, rules, expectations of one another, etcetera. Where shall we begin?" The model shuffles through the thin stack until he finds his desired section.
"Here," he points a stubby finger to the bold header, "I want to know what's expected of me and what rules I have to abide by, please." I retrieve a pen from a cup at my desk and click the top.

"This has to be agreed upon by both parties, so if there is something you want to change, add, or erase completely, then I need you to speak up. Your honesty about these things are very important." Once I had said my piece, I start twirling the gel grip between my fingers, watching Jimin's eyes follow it's every move.

"Your first rule," The blonde's adam apple bobs as he gulps, "I'll have to ask that you try to eat at least one meal a day and maybe a snack." He blinks owlishly and opens his mouth to say something. This definitely wasn't what he had thought as the first expectation. He purses his lips and looks down, nodding. "If you don't like it then we can change it. That's perfectly okay."

Jimin wrapped one arm across his tummy and confessed, "Well, it's not that I have a problem, but it's just that he.... he always said that I looked better skinny."

Skinny? That's all he is: skin and bones.

"There's a fine line between skinny and being healthily thin. I know that you might not want to hear this, but he wasn't a good person, Jiminie. You're absolutely stunning in any form you come in. I genuinely hope that you recognize your unmatched worth." He gnaws at his lips, dumbfounded. He doesn't seem to know what to say.

I know he doesn't believe it quite yet, but I hope he does soon. I neatly print the first guideline in the empty box.

"Second: I will not tolerate any disobedience or disrespect. At all. If I will agree to be your dominant, I expect to be treated as such," I look over at him for any input and he sheepishly nods his head.

I'm so used to just explaining everything then diving straight into kinks and punishments.

"From here on out, you will be mine. I tend to take very good care of my things, so you expect nothing less from me. If I want to take care of you, you should let me."

Jimin's POV

'Mine.' I'm his now. His. Min Yoongi's. Not Jackson's.

A/N
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very sorry not updating last week. i'm better now. by the time that this gets updated, i will probably be leaving los angeles and returning home. if you have any ideas on how i can improve my writing please tell me. i love you all

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