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Yoongi did not sign up for this.
Well, to be fair, he never really saw a contract or anything, but working part-time as a pet-sitter was not that big of a deal, no formalities needed, thank you very much! Just making things complicated and shit, he can do gladly without that.
Moreover, pretty much nothing should be able to shock him by now. He does this job for two years now, he saw way too many weird things already.
Most pets were just cute little fluff-balls and most of the time he was content with his work. Yoongi liked to go on a walk with dogs, or just stay at the owner’s home and stroke the cats, play with the bunnies, feed the fish. Yeah. If it was as easy as that, he had no problems at all.
But this. This takes the biscuit!
This is worse than the time where had to go to manicure with a poodle. Worse than the time a hysteric guinea pig bit him so hard into the heel of his hand, he had to get stitches.
Yoongi had thought that it would be just a normal working day, he got a SMS from his boss as usual, sending him the addresses and some information on the pets he had to take care of.
He had just one, today. A kitten named ‘Jimin’.
The instructions were simple: “The cat’s master is gone for the day, so you should take care of it. It’s locked in the bedroom. Play with the kitten, so it won’t feel bored. Its name is ‘Jimin’. The keys for the apartment are hidden under the doormat.”
So, when Yoongi entered the flat, he was totally convinced to be greeted by the sight of a kitten. An actual kitten, small enough to fit in his palms, with fluffy ears and tail, whiskers, paws and claws, fucking fur, mewling at him as soon as he opened the bedroom-door.
What awaited him instead is something entirely different, and Yoongi – may god have mercy on his poor soul – was not ready.
Holy shit, of course he was not ready! Nothing could have prepared him for the situation he’s currently faced with.
He did not fucking sign up for this!
Right now, he’s currently standing awkwardly at the entrance of the bedroom, no fucking cat in sight.
Instead, there is a boy kneeling on the bed, and he’s actually pretty hot for Yoongi’s comprehension, all dark eyes, high cheekbones and plump, sinful lips. What disturbs the grey-haired pet-sitter, though, is the fact that the boy is naked. Stark naked!
His hands are bound with handcuffs in front of his body.
In his shock, Yoongi just stands there and gapes at the boy. He has a nice body, he thinks in his daze. Lean muscles jump under smooth, sun-kissed skin, thighs thick and strong, proportions sharp and well defined.
The boy looks up and into Yoongi’s eyes and there’s a challenge there, something fierce and cold, that sends a shudder of anticipation down Yoongi’s spine and reminds him faintly of an alarmed cat when someone intrudes their territory.
Yoongi is the intruder. And Jimin the cat.
He’s the cat! God-fucking-dammit!
The brown-haired boy is still just staring at him, obviously waiting for him to make the first move – oddly enough he seems not faced by the fact that he sits in front of a stranger in handcuffs, and without clothes on – and the longer Yoongi waits, the more awkward the silence gets.
Okay, holy shit! He needs to calm down. This is okay. He expected to look after an actual cat for the afternoon and found a naked boy instead, but it’s okay.
Yoongi has seen worse. He can deal with this. No problem. No problem, at all.
“U-uhm…,” he starts and he hates how weak and insecure his voice is, “I- I am sorry. I- I don’t- This is not what I expected. I’m just really confused and dumb-folded right now,” he tries to explain and Jimin cocks his head to the side a little, genuinely curious.
“Didn’t master send you?” he asks and Yoongi is momentarily mesmerised by how smooth and melodic the boy’s voice sounds. He realizes soon enough that Jimin expects an answer though and he shakes his head quickly.
“I don’t think so? I was told to look after a cat… My name is Min Yoongi. I’m a pet-sitter, you know? This is- this is fucking crazy, actually. I should probably leave!”
Seriously, what is going on! If this is a joke or something, it’s definitely not a funny one.
“Ah, I see… That’s how it is, then…,” Jimin mumbles, the ghost of a smile darting over his face, before he actually moves. He crawls forward, to sit on the edge of the bed, before he stands up and shakes his feet out a little, with a quiet moan, and Yoongi wonders how long Jimin has actually preserved in that kneeling position.
His cock is really cute. Yoongi doesn’t know why that thought crosses his mind all of a sudden, he never ever called a man’s dick cute before, but it’s true. Being more on the smaller side, it’s flushed prettily and gently curved upwards, bouncing slightly with every movement Jimin makes.
Yoongi catches himself staring at Jimin’s erection and to his horror, he can feel his own cock jump to life, too.
This is ridiculous. Yoongi should be taking care of a cat right now, instead he found a really hot, bare ass naked dude waiting for him, and his immediate reaction is to pop a boner. Very mature, Yoongi. Very mature.
He has a hard time coming to terms with everything. The whole situation is just so surreal to him, it’s hard to think straight. His mind keeps spinning and he swallows nervously.
Then Jimin starts to move, and he moves towards him.
Yoongi feels a sudden rush of panic surging through him, because as blazing hot as Jimin is, he’s still a stranger and the older isn’t too keen on finding out what he has planned in that pretty head of his. Getting attacked and/or molested by some boy without clothes on, in someone else’s apartment with the explanation that he wanted to pet-sit the resident’s non-existent cat – it wouldn’t make a good story to show off with.
In his hurry to bring some distance between himself and Jimin, he falls over his own feet and stumbles back against the closed bedroom-door, sliding down and landing flat on his ass. The impact is strong enough to leave him in a momentary daze and when his vision clears seconds later, he’s greeted by Jimin’s face hovering over his, their breath mingling together with how close they are. Yoongi jumps in surprise, but there’s not really any room left for him to flee to. Jimin settled into the space between his open legs, supporting his weight with both hands placed on Yoongi’s chest, the handcuffs rattling quietly.
Their eyes meet and Yoongi freezes at the dark promise shining in those deep, molten orbs. His heart picks up tempo and he’s afraid Jimin might hear it thrumming against his ribcage at rapid speed.
The brown-haired boy moves even closer, tongue darting out to wet his tempting lips. There’s slight hesitation in his movements, as if he expects Yoongi to push him away any second.
The grey-haired pet-sitter surprises even himself with doing nothing like that.
He just sits there and waits, anticipates it almost, and Jimin is gorgeous, sinful, illusive in his rare beauty, like a dream too wonderful to be true.
Jimin is so close now their noses are brushing together and Yoongi can practically taste it on his tongue, the thrilling spark of excitement, the quality of the other’s breath, something fresh and cold and endearingly wild.
Then their mouths meet and it’s the best fucking kiss Yoongi has ever received. Jimin kisses like an unleashed storm with unquenchable hunger, open-mouthed, teeth clashing, as if he wants to suck Yoongi in and eat him alive. Their tongues brush against each other and Jimin lets Yoongi have the lead, a quiet whimper escaping him.
Yoongi’s resolve is crumbling quickly and he can’t quite bring himself to stop when his hands come up to comb through Jimin’s dark locks and the younger breaks away from the kiss with a hitched gasp.
“This is crazy…,” Yoongi mumbles, head falling back against the hard surface of the door with a low thud, eyes raking demonstratively over the other’s bare body.
“I’m sorry you got dragged into this,” Jimin responds apologetically, licking his lips a few times as if he enjoyed the kiss too.
“I- I just… I got told to look after a goddamn kitten named Jimin, instead… I found you…”
Yoongi sounds as lost as he feels and Jimin snorts, the corners of his mouth twitching up to a bitter smile.
“Yeah well, master likes to play twisted games like that.”
“M-master? Is he forcing you to do all of this?”
Jimin just shrugs, sitting back on his heels.
“He’s my boyfriend… But he wants me to call him ‘master’.”
“He’s not here right at the moment, though,” Yoongi points out and Jimin’s smile turns somewhat sympathetic. He discreetly nods with his chin towards one corner of the ceiling and when Yoongi glances in that direction carefully, he gets what Jimin hints at.
A camera. That bastard is watching them right now!
Yoongi asks himself once again, how he managed to get into a situation like this.
Jimin is pressing close again, moving to sit in Yoongi’s clothed lap despite the elder’s half-hearted protests, and he lifts his arms to sling them around Yoongi’s neck despite his handcuffs.
“Does he do this, often? Sending random people here… for you to do… what, exactly?” Yoongi asks quietly, hiding his face against Jimin’s shoulder so the camera wouldn’t pick up his lip movement. Jimin grinds down on him experimentally, eliciting a sharp hiss from Yoongi, his hips buckling up on their own accord. The brown-haired boy grins at this, picking up a rhythm that has them both moaning quietly, Jimin’s bare cock rubbing deliciously against rough denim and the front of Yoongi’s jeans gets quickly damp with their combined pre-come.
“N-not often...,” Jimin breaths, leaning in to whisper against the shell of the other’s ear, Yoongi biting back a growl when his lips brush over his lobe slightly.
“He doesn’t like to share, most of the time. But h-he, hah, he likes to play games like this, likes to challenge me. He’d send people here sometimes, u-under false pretences, just like you, and if I don’t manage to – ahh - pleasure them, he’d punish me. Hard.”
Yoongi feels a sudden pang of possessiveness at these words, and if Jimin’s current actions hadn’t left him speechless quite literally, he would’ve probably cursed right into the camera.
Jimin sucks a hickey right behind his ear, and Yoongi’s hands come up automatically to wind around the younger’s form, fingertips brushing up and down over the other’s arching spine.
“S-so, yeah… I’m sorry, but I ask you to bear with it… He’ll hurt me if you run away now. So just- let me get you off quickly, and let’s get it over with. Y-you can fuck me. I’ll let you do everything you want. I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”
Before Yoongi can even give a proper answer to Jimin’s words, the younger has already started with sucking and nibbling at the other’s neck, hips never stopping their fluid movements. He seems to be quite confident in his skills and Yoongi can’t complain, to be honest. Jimin knows exactly what he has to do.
The younger lifts his hands over Yoongi’s head again, to open the buttons of his shirt and he struggles a little with the handcuffs. Yoongi’s hands come up to help him and Jimin falters in his movements for the split of a second, obviously startled that the other is not complaining but encouraging Jimin’s intentions instead.
The grey-haired male takes hold of Jimin’s wrists gently, stopping him in his movements and Jimin looks up with furrowed brows.
“Do you have the keys for those?” Yoongi asks, although he knows the answer already. He doesn’t like them. They are way too tight for his liking and Jimin seems to be troubled by it.
The brown-haired boy shakes his head, before he leans forward to kiss Yoongi again.
“Don’t worry about it, I’m used to it by now. You should just lean back and enjoy,” he mumbles seductively, smiling against the elder’s lips, and his hands move lower, to open the buckle of his belt.
Yoongi is not really happy with that answer, but every coherent thought slips from his mind when Jimin shimmies back a little to drag Yoongi’s jeans and boxers down enough for his half-hard cock to spring free.
The image of Jimin on all four in front of him, lowering down on his elbows to be on eye-level with his aching dick – just the utter submission in his whole body-language - will haunt Yoongi for a long time, he’s sure of it. Without thinking, he lifts his hands to bury them in Jimin’s dark locks and when he drags on them sharply, Jimin’s eyes fall closed and he leans into the rough touch with a quiet gasp.
“Is- is this okay?” Yoongi asks breathlessly, just to make sure, and Jimin nods fervently, grabbing the other’s hips for support, his head falling to rest against the elder’s inner thigh, his cheek brushing over Yoongi’s quickly rising cock, smearing pre-come everywhere.
“Y-yeah… Use me, wreck me,” the younger demands, voice trembling in anticipation, and Yoongi is way too wound up by how grotesque this whole situation and how tempting Jimin is, to wait any second longer.
He drags Jimin forward by his hair and the younger opens his mouth obediently, plump lips wrapping tightly around Yoongi’s stiff length. The younger doesn’t even allow himself time to adjust, he sinks down on the older as far as he can go right from the beginning, and Yoongi throws his head back against the closed door, teeth gritting, toes curling, a strangled hiss leaving him.
Jimin sucks cock like he kisses, greedy, fast-paced, yearning for more and more but also giving so much in return.
Jimin’s nose brushes against Yoongi’s trimmed public hair, and the brown-haired boy holds out for a few seconds in this position, breathing heavily through his nose. Then he swallows and his throat constricts around Yoongi’s cock, the push and pull and fucking vibrations send sparks of pleasure up his spine.
Yoongi is in the middle of getting really into it – like ‘orgasm-building really’ – when Jimin pushes off of his pulsing dick, pressing a last, chaste kiss to his flushing, pre-come leaking tip.
“What are you doing? I thought this is about getting me off, so let me come!” Yoongi hates how bitchy and whiney he sounds, but his neglected dick is aching and the heat boils in the pit of his stomach.
“We don’t have the time to go slow. Maybe… maybe next… time… But I need you to fuck me, and to be honest, I’m way too impatient right now, to suck you off properly,” the younger explains and suddenly, with the prospect of getting a piece of Jimin’s nice ass, Yoongi is not complaining anymore.
“Hurry up then, Kitten,” he drawls – and freezes when that pet-name slips so naturally past his lips. It’s because this wasn’t supposed to happen and he was attuned to watch after a goddamn cat, and Jimin is going to be so disgusted now.
Calling him kitten, ruining the mood and shit… Way to go, Yoongi. Way to go.
What the grey-haired pet-sitter doesn’t expect, though, is for Jimin to perk up at that sudden name. He shudders bodily, cheeks darkening, pupils delating and Yoongi – fascinated by that strong reaction – repeats his words.
“Do you like when I call you Kitten? Hmm, Jimin? Will you be my cute, little kitten?”
He puts extra emphasis on Jimin’s name, rolling it around on his tongue, and the brown-haired boy covers his mouth with both hands to stifle a whimper, handcuffs jingling together quietly.
His cute, swollen dick is fully exposed to Yoongi’s field of vision and the older feels a pang of deep-running, passionate desire shooting through him. Jimin looks so innocent like this, body trembling, eyelashes fluttering, obviously flustered by Yoongi’s choice of words and this purity has something naughty, something incredibly sinful to it that tempts Yoongi in a way he’s never experienced before.
This is not something he has to endear for Jimin’s sake, as the younger put it. This is not about sitting cats or satisfying masters anymore.
This is just about the two of them, the white-hot fire of lust arising between them, the whirlwind of emotions they feel when they look at each other: the amazement, the awe, the first traces of tender adoration.
Yoongi sits up a little and reaches out, to wrap hesitant fingers around Jimin’s twitching length and the younger jumps at the unexpected touch, slumping forward with a drawn-out, uncontained moan.
The older starts to stroke him teasingly slow and Jimin leans his forehead against Yoongi’s shoulder, both hands still pressed to his mouth.
“Y- you don’t have to – oh god – you don’t have to do that, don’t force yourself,” he stammers, hips starting to roll timidly into Yoongi’s hand.
“I want to,” Yoongi answers against Jimin’s ear, nibbling at the side of his neck gently, and it’s the first time that Yoongi gets to taste the other’s sweat-damp skin. He’s an addict right off the bat.
“Want to do that, and so much more. You’re pretty when you’re needy like this. My pretty kitten, my pretty Jimin.”
Yoongi stands up at his next words, pulling Jimin with him and throwing him on the bed without further ado. He slips out of his jeans and boxers, crawls on top of the younger before he has the time to recover from the sudden movement, and Yoongi takes his chin in a bruising grip, guiding his head so their lips can clash together in a messy kiss.
“I’m going to prep you,” Yoongi mumbles and Jimin arches up at this, legs falling open to make room for the older. The grey-haired male settles in between them, stretching himself to grab the lube that sits clearly visible on the bedside-table.
“You really don’t have to. I got stretched open a few hours before and I’m used to… I’m used to harsh treatment. I can take it, I promise,” Jimin says, hands coming up naturally to grab submissively at the headboard, and there is an actual piton there, to hang in the handcuffs.
Yoongi does just that, blowing a kiss to Jimin’s adorable button nose in the process.
“But you shouldn’t be used to it,” Yoongi points out, popping the cap of the bottle open and pouring a generous amount of the clear liquid on his hand. Jimin watches him stunned, obviously taken aback by the other’s words. He doesn’t seem to understand what Yoongi wants to tell him.
“It’s okay if you let your boyfriend take the lead, and if you call him ‘master’ sometimes. But it’s not okay if he monitors you, locks you in and forces you to things you’re obviously uncomfortable with. It’s fucking wrong when he suppresses you or punishes you. I’m not a fan of the handcuffs, either.”
Yoongi spreads the lube around on his fingertips, warming it up slightly, before brushing them against Jimin’s rim teasingly. The younger whines and presses down against his digits, begging silently for Yoongi to hurry up.
“I love it when you’re submissive and I have no problem in getting rough with you, hell, I’m all up for it, to be honest, but only if you approve of it, too. You’re a human being just like me and you deserve to be treated with respect. Even when I’m the one who calls the shots, we’re still equals and I’m grateful that you let me do all these things to you.”
Jimin shudders bodily at Yoongi’s honest words, locking eyes with the older, actual tears threating to fall, and he seems to be over-whelmed and deeply touched. Yoongi finds that a little sad, really, because Jimin should be used to all the praise in the world, because he deserves it.
“Your boyfriend should be fucking grateful,” he whispers, pushing the first finger past the tight ring of muscles, and Jimin’s back arches off the bed ecstatically, handcuffs rattling as he pulls on them out of reflex.
“Just look at you, Jimin. You’re so fucking gorgeous! You deserve to be pampered and worshipped, you deserve to be spoiled. I’m just a stranger to you, but even I have noticed that already,” Yoongi continues and an actual sob leaves Jimin, his body writhing against the bedsheets when the grey-haired pet-sitter adds a second, then a third finger at frequent intervals.
He starts to move them shallowly, spreading them to stretch Jimin thoroughly, searching for that one spot that will drive Jimin crazy.
Supporting his weight with one hand besides Jimin’s head, Yoongi leans down and sucks hickeys all the way up from the younger’s collarbone to his right ear. Hot breath fanning over Jimin’s sensitive skin, he mumbles:
“You think this is a burden to me, or something, that I stand it quietly, for you to not get into trouble with your boyfriend, but I’m enjoying myself very much. Jimin. Kitten. Let me take care of you.”
He sucks Jimin’s lobe in, dragging on his piercings with his teeth, and Jimin keens, arm muscles straining as he tries to break out of his cuffs.
Yoongi wiggles his fingers deeper and Jimin tenses up suddenly, legs coming up to sling around the elder’s middle, an airy gasp escaping him.
“T-there,” he manages to stumble out and Yoongi smiles victoriously against his ear, attacking Jimin’s new-found prostrate with fervor. The younger trashes in his hold, the pleasure cursing through him maddening, his walls clamping down on Yoongi’s fingers, trying to suck them in deeper.
His hips press up in a frantic rhythm to match Yoongi’s pace and his aching cock collides with Yoongi’s accidentally.
The older hisses and sits back up, withdrawing his fingers quickly. Jimin whines at the sudden loss, glossy eyes begging Yoongi silently to fill him up again, hips thrusting up into thin air.
“Pl-please, I’m ready! I- I want… I need… Just- please fuck me now. Destroy me, break me! Be rough with me. F-fill me up, until he doesn’t even cross my mind.”
Jimin is rambling now, voice wavering and urgent and Yoongi nods, patting Jimin’s head soothingly, dragging slightly on his damp locks in the process. Jimin’s eyelashes flutter and he bites his lips, legs tightening around Yoongi.
“Don’t worry, Kitten. I’m just as impatient as you. I’ll make you feel good now. We’ll have a fun playtime together,” the grey-haired male sighs and Jimin nods fervently, body stilling completely when he feels the tip of Yoongi’s lube-slick cock prodding at his entrance.
Jimin has done this many times, mostly with partners that were not as kind and considerate as Yoongi, so the slip is easy enough and the older keeps going forward until he’s fully seated inside the younger. He gives Jimin some time to adjust, leaning forward on both elbows to litter the younger’s face in affectionate kisses, Jimin panting harshly as he relaxes slowly around Yoongi.
“S-so big… so g-good,” he hiccups breathlessly and Yoongi feels a warm, tingly feeling inside his chest. If he met Jimin under other circumstances, he would have asked him for a date right after he first laid eyes on him. He’s sure of it. Yoongi isn’t the type to believe in love at first sight, but looking down on Jimin’s blissed-out face right now, makes him change this opinion.
Jimin is hot and tight around him, a delicious pressure on his dick, and it’s really hard to wait for Jimin’s signal to move.
Yoongi’s dick pulses inside of the younger and Jimin sobs, dragging on the handcuffs in a fruitless attempt to bring his bound arms down and around the elder’s shoulders, body arching up into Yoongi’s and his hips buckle, the wordless permission for Yoongi to let loose.
He does just that. Jimin said he likes it rough, so he doesn’t hold back.
Pulling almost all the way out, he pushes back in with vigour, setting a punishing tempo right from beginning. Jimin rolls his hips into every powerful thrust, urging Yoongi on with cries for ‘More, oh my god yes, more!’ and ‘Harder, faster, please!’ and Yoongi complies willingly, searching for Jimin’s prostrate again.
He reaches up to unhook Jimin’s handcuffs, and the younger buries his hands in the other’s grey hair immediately, dipping his head back to give Yoongi better access to his neck. The older noses at his pulse-point before sinking his teeth into Jimin’s shoulder lightly.
At the same time, he hits something deep inside the brown-haired boy and Jimin arches up with a heavy sob.
“T-there, right there!” he wails out, legs tightening around Yoongi’s middle, fingers pulling on the other’s locks, the handcuffs jingling.
Yoongi growls into the crook of Jimin’s neck, picking up his pace, hitting the younger’s sweet spot with every thrust.
He withdraws himself slightly, to look down on Jimin’s face.
He’s beautiful like this. All needy and wound-up, on the verge of coming apart. He lets Yoongi in so easily, gives up the lead without questioning it, so pretty and obedient, so eager to please.
“Y-yoongi,” the younger weeps, so far gone already, the pleasure shooting through him in agonizing waves.
He’s about to break, he can feel it. Yoongi pounds into him with strong, fast jabs of his hips, rubbing against his prostrate so deliciously… It doesn’t need much now, he can feel it. One particularly strong thrust, a flick on his neglected, aching dick…
“Please, Yoongi! O-oh my god, I want to come, please let me come,” he starts to chant, his mouth running mindlessly now and he’s close, so fucking close. Yoongi groans above him, because this is actually the first time the younger said his name out loud, and his arousal reaches new peaks. He totally could get used to this.
“Come untouched, then, Kitten, I know you can do it,” Yoongi demands and Jimin whimpers, body trembling, the apples of his cheeks damp with hot, blinding tears.
The older cups Jimin’s chin with one hand, fingers stroking over his jawline fondly, gaining the brown-haired boy’s attention once again. He blinks up at Yoongi, eyes glossy and glazed-over, pupils blown wide.
Yoongi closes the gap between them, leaning down to cover Jimin’s quivering lips with his, and they kiss open-mouthed, passionately, their tongues stroking against each other. At the same time, Yoongi buries himself as deep into the younger as he can go, and stills his movements then, the tip of his dick a constant pressure to Jimin’s prostrate. He drinks Jimin’s pitiful whimpers right off of his lips, tasting the salt of his tears and Jimin is a total wreck under him.
He brings a hand down, to stroke over Jimin’s chest, brushing one of his nipples lightly and tweaking it when the younger cries out, his painfully hard cock twitching against Yoongi’s stomach.
That one simple touch, in combination with the ongoing pressure against his sweet spot and Yoongi’s teeth nibbling at his bottom lip, is enough to send Jimin over the edge finally.
He arches up violently, body tensing, muscles going taut, hands and legs tightening their hold around Yoongi and he throws his head back against the pillow, a shuddering sob and something that sounds suspiciously like Yoongi’s name tumbling off of his swollen lips. Ropes of sticky white splash between them, and Jimin’s orgasm is like the rest of his passionate, emotional being; strong, wild, hitting with the intensity of a hurricane.
Jimin tightens around Yoongi, hard, and the delicious pressure in combination with Jimin’s fucked-out expression is actually enough to send the grey-haired pet-sitter over the edge as well, his toes curling, releasing his seeds deep inside of the younger.
It’s been a while since he last came this hard, and he sees actual stars for a few seconds.
The two collapse in a heap of sprawled out bodies and boneless limbs on the bed, Yoongi slumping down on Jimin with his head resting on his chest, both of them completely spent. They need a moment or two, to get back to their senses, and after a while, Jimin starts to comb his fingers through Yoongi’s sweat-damp locks soothingly.
They enjoy the silence and each other’s company for as long as they can allow themselves, then Jimin starts to push at Yoongi, to get him to stand up.
“You should go now, master can come home any second now,” he explains while Yoongi pulls out of him, his fluids dripping from Jimin’s hole down on the sheets. The older is not happy about this, at all.
Somehow, in the heat of the moment, he kind of forgot that the two of them are just strangers, fucking their brains out so Jimin wouldn’t get into trouble. Somewhere along the way, he started to imagine what it must be like, loving someone like Jimin, coming home to him every day, waking up to his beautiful, peaceful sleeping face every morning.
He hates how he has to leave the younger now, hates how Jimin has to call that asshole of a boyfriend ‘master’, hates how he can’t take care of Jimin properly. He wants to clean him and cuddle with him and thank him a million times, for being such a good boy for him, for allowing him to take the lead.
He hates how Jimin still has to wear the handcuffs, the skin of his wrists slightly swollen and red by now.
The boyfriend has the keys, Yoongi can’t even free him.
At a loss of what else to do, Yoongi stands up to slip into his clothes, Jimin sitting up on the bed to watch him silently. When the older is properly dressed again, he turns towards the other.
“This sounds probably a little lame, but… Will you be okay?” Yoongi asks and the younger just smiles and nods.
Yoongi sighs, frisking his pockets for something.
“Okay listen, you’ll definitely think that I’m crazy or something for saying this, because we know each other for literally a few hours and a quick fuck, but I think you’re something special and you deserve way better than this. I can tell that you hate being treated like this and if I could, I’d totally take you with me, right now. But I can’t. So take this, instead,” he explains, finally finding what he’s been looking for and giving Jimin a small card that contains Yoongi’s name, his phone-number and the number of the pet-sitter agency he works for.
“If you ever try to get out of here, just call me. I’ll pick up, I promise. I’ll give you one week, seven days, and if you haven’t managed to escape by then, I’ll come back with back-up. I have a friend that works at the police, so if your boyfriend refuses to let you go, Namjoon will have a serious talk with him.”
Jimin looks up at Yoongi with wide eyes, taking the business card with shaking fingers. He’s obviously a little over-whelmed by Yoongi’s suggestions, but he doesn’t protest and the older takes that as a good sign.
“I know this is all a little much right now, but I just want you to consider it. I seriously can’t bear the thought of leaving you behind in this hellhole, so I’ll get you out of here, no matter what. Just – try to withstand the next few days.”
Jimin just nods, clutching the card tightly in his hands.
Yoongi moves over to the bed, to lean down and give Jimin one last, passionate kiss, before moving over to the door.
He turns around one last time, looking back at the boy still sitting on the bed.
“Good-bye, Yoongi. I’ll miss you,” Jimin mumbles and Yoongi shakes his head.
“Don’t say it like that, Jimin. Don’t say it like this is farewell. We’ll see each other again, in seven days, at the latest.”
With this words, Yoongi leaves the bedroom and the flat, not looking back a second time.
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Four days later and Yoongi is on a walk with a few dogs, a Malmö, two American Shepherds and a Dalmatian. Although a few days went by already, Yoongi just can’t stop thinking about Jimin. It’s mind-wrecking, really. He can’t help but to be worried.
He wants to know that Jimin is okay, he wants to have him by his side, safe and sound. Three more days and he’ll get Jimin out of there, even if the younger probably thought he was joking or something.
He was not.
The Malmö comes over as if sensing his destress, licking at his hand and whining quietly. Yoongi chuckles a little, patting the dog’s head, before leaning down to take off its leash.
They have reached the ‘dogs-free’ area of the park now, and the dogs are well-behaved and friendly enough to run free for a little while.
He releases the other dogs as well and watches with an amused smile as they bounce off immediately.
“You really love this job, don’t you?” an all too familiar voice suddenly asks and Yoongi whips around sharply, heart leaping in his chest with anxious hope.
He wasn’t mistaken and sure enough it’s Jimin – in the flesh – standing a few feet away from him, this time not naked but wearing loose baseball-shorts and a tank-top, though. The younger fidgets with his hands, pulling on his fingers nervously, but his eyes are bright and his smile is brilliant as he crosses the distance between them, stopping right in front of the older.
Yoongi is still so surprised by Jimin’s sudden appearance, he needs a moment before he remembers how to talk.
“A-ah, yes… I do. The pets are really cute and- wait!” he interrupts himself, suddenly noticing that there’s something off with Jimin’s appearance.
There are red, ugly marks blooming on his upper and inner arms, his collar-bones, around his neck. They are plum-sized, round, like the shape of fingerprints littered on his skin, like someone grabbed and pushed him around roughly. His bottom lip is split, there are dark marks on his high cheekbone. To top it off, he spots a quite impressive back-eye.
It probably looks a lot worse than it is, but Yoongi can feel himself seething with white-hot anger.
“Did he do that?” he asks through gritted teeth, hands balling to tight fists against his sides. Jimin is taken a little aback by his possessiveness, and he tries to soothe Yoongi immediately.
“Yeah, but it’s okay now. He came home after you left and he was so angry, because we got a little too cozy with each other and he gets jealous easily. He didn’t like that we kissed so much and he kind of started to insult me, so I got up and said right to his face that I’m tired of his shit and that I want to break up with him. Needless to say, he was not too happy,” Jimin explains, a happy grin still plastered on his face.
“He kicked me out and this was his parting-gift to me, but he won’t bother me again. I’m finally free, now!”
He giggles happily and Yoongi heaves a relieved sigh, reaching for Jimin’s hands.
“Do you have a place to stay? You could come, live with me,” Yoongi suggests, but Jimin shakes his head.
“No, it’s okay. My friends tried to get me out of that relationship for a while now, I just needed a last push in the right direction. They made plans for me already. My friend, Taehyung, had a room for me in his dorms and I moved there already. It’s also the reason why I visit you only now, I had to sort things out, first.”
He turns his hands upside-down, to link fingers with Yoongi.
“I phoned your work-place and they told me you would be here, so I… kind of couldn’t wait until you got off work to see you, I hope you don’t mind,” Jimin admits a little sheepishly, and Yoongi can feel a pang of affection in his chest.
“Well… If you don’t want to room with me, maybe you’ll say yes to a date, then?” he asks before his sudden braveness leaves him again and Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise, before he breaks out into the most brilliant smile Yoongi has ever seen.
“Yes, of course, Yoongi. I’d love to,” he blurts out happily, dragging the grey-haired boy in a spontaneous, tight hug. Yoongi chuckles and slings his own arms around the younger as well, looking down on his crown of fluffy, brown hair and Jimin lifts his head slightly, to lock eyes with him.
Yoongi feels the sudden urge to kiss Jimin and he does just that, leaning down to press their lips together for a quick, innocent peck.
The younger relaxes into his arms with a content sigh.
“Thank you, Yoongi… I’m really happy,” he mumbles and Yoongi’s expression softens a little.
“Of course, Jimin. You deserve all the happiness of the world,” he whispers back.
Jimin is free and he is safe and Yoongi is able to protect him from now on. The future seems bright for them.
Their peaceful, little moment is destroyed all of a sudden, when a cold, wet muzzle wiggles in between them, demanding for attention. Yoongi almost forgot that he came here originally to look after some dogs, and it’s actually the first time he regrets working as a pet-sitter.
The dogs obviously got tired of the two humans lost in their little world, and they want some love, too.
Yoongi is a little grumpy for getting interrupted at first, but Jimin giggles and crouches down to pet the dogs, and they hurdle around him, enjoying the caresses very much.
It’s just so adorable, Yoongi can’t stay upset very long and he leans down too with a chuckle, and Jimin glances up and their eyes meet. Jimin smiles, shyly, sweetly and this is it, Yoongi thinks.
This is the moment where he realizes he is in love.
Needless to say, their first date went very well and half a year later, Jimin might have changed his opinion about rooming together with Yoongi.
The couple is very happy, and very much in love.