Ciel [Yoonmin]

8.

"My apologies for making you wait, sir. I was standing out there waiting for you to come out. I decided to walk in since I did not get a response."

Yoongi slowly turned around. Jimin observed him from head to toe. This is not how he expected him to look, but he wasn't disappointed.

In fact, this man was extremely attractive and his aura was very sexy. He was around his height and the paleness of his skin made his hair look like it had a blueish tone to it.

There was some purple pigmentation under under his eyes showing that he didn't always sleep well. They were not too excessive that he looked dead or anything. It just added a more human characteristic to him since he didn't look real at all.

His posture was way to straight for a normal human. No expression was on his face that it was very difficult to read him. He looked in his early thirties and there was no sign of satisfaction on his look.

In reality, he had only looked at his face and not scanned him down. The direct eye contact was making Jimin a bit queasy.

"I assumed you were told to come in."

Oh.

His voice. He had forgotten how deep and sexy it was. It sent fluttery shivers down his spine tickling him down.

"No, I was not told. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" He asked compelled at his presence.

His hand was placed on his side on top of his gun. It was pretty clear he wouldn't hesitate to use it. When he had come close to Taehyung during the dance he was close to getting a bullet through his chest.

"I'm here to get down to business."

Jimin raised an eyebrows. Ah? He wanted to have sex with him. Was this even allowed? Taehyung made it pretty clear that if he was good to him he'd give him whatever. This was not being good to him.

Fucking his security guard was not doing him good.

And yet, Jimin felt so tempted to. Maybe it was his destructiveness that told him to do it. Of course he'd be in big trouble. Probably won't make it alive. How sadistic was it that he really wanted to?

As he scanned down Yoongi he grew more and more curious to see what he was capable of. Would he be in control? Would he push him against the wall? The impure thoughts about seeing this pale man naked was  taking over him.

Yoongi stood there so relaxed and a frown on his face that made him irresistible. He didn't look thirsty for his body which was a bit relieving to Jimin.

Seeing horny men drool and get aroused by his body didn't sit right with him. However, having someone like Yoongi do that would be very flattering. He was genially attractive.

Yoongi didn't show a sign of being aroused or of even wanting to be here. In fact, Jimin was the one that was thirstily fantasying about doing despicable things.

"Very well, I guess that will be okay. I just finished dancing so I'm sweaty and not clean. If you can ignore my musk then I can ignore the fact that you're Taehyung's security guard. Where do you want to do it? Standing here? Against the wall? On the bed? It's clean I swear. We change sheets and disinfect of body fluids after every client. Not that I have a lot. Fuck it, let's get this over with."

Before Jimin could half way pull up his shirt, Yoongi spoke up. "Are you stupid? Or do you have a death wish?" He sounded a bit annoyed which was the first emotion he'd shown.

"Well, it is fun to fantasize." He smirked.

"Stupid, I see." He stated not surprised.

"What?" He asked putting his shirt back down. What a way to kill the mood. He was not into degrading name calling when having sex.

"Do you honestly think I came here to fuck you? Are you so full of yourself that you assume every man that approaches you wants to fuck?"

Although this voice was steady and calm his words slashed through Jimin's ego. He felt the pit of his stomach burn from anger. Who the hell did he think he was? Did carrying a gun around make him think he was better or something?

"Last time I checked this was a prostitution bar. You came to my room and requested to be alone with me. What am I suppose to think? That you came here to have a fucking tea party? Do you really think I even want you?"

Of course he did, but he wouldn't admit that out loud. His egotistical narcissistic side was making him furious. Why didn't he want him like every other man? Was he simply not his sexual type?

That's what he decided to tell himself to stop the hatred he felt from erupting. After all, this man was still very dangerous and Jimin had forgotten that part.

"I'm not here to talk about me. This meeting was arranged by Kim Taehyung, my boss."

Jimin sighed quietly, the slight embarrassment was creeping up his neck flushing his face. Had he just looked desperate trying to rip off his clothes? Would Yoongi tell Taehyung of this and would he lose his opportunity?

"Of course. I was just testing you." He said unable to admit his defeat.

Yoongi didn't argue and continued with his speech. It really made Jimin wonder how the hell was he just so nonchalant. No emotions on his face at all. He looked tired and honestly pretty bored to be here.

"Mr. Kim liked your presence so much he wants to make you an offer."

Jimin smirked and took a seat on the bed. "Really? Is that so? What's the offer if I can ask? I get tons of them and I have to see what's convenient to me."

"You're forgetting we're talking about Kim Taehyung. You are disposable and replaceable. He doesn't care about your offers. He could get whoever he wants whenever he wants."

Shit. Shut the fuck up. He told himself panicking. "I'm sorry. I'm kidding. I have a big mouth and don't know when to stop blabbing." He quickly added getting up from the bed. "What—What's this offer?"

"He wants you to live with him for a year or until he does not want you anymore."

Jimin's eyes widen and he took a seat down again. He wish he could've gotten a warning before he told him of this offer. This is not what he expected to hear. Maybe another dinner or a sex offer. But this?

"If you do accept you will need to sign a contract. You cannot talk to anyone about this or you will be punished. He's giving you a limited amount of time to think about it. If you decline he will no longer seek any of your services."

"Woah, woah, wait. You cannot tell me all this so fast. I need time to process this." He said a bit panicky.

"I spoke at a reasonable pace. Get out of your head and pay attention." He told crossing his arms over his chest. One thing he could not stand was repeating himself twice.

"Please, I need a second."

Yoongi uncrossed his arms and turned his gaze away. He was a bit annoyed. How could Taehyung be so infatuated with someone so inept? Empty head? Egotistical?

"If I decline will he..." kill me? The words wouldn't even roll out his tongue. He kept forgetting that Taehyung had so much power.

Yoongi turned to face him and made direct eye contact. His hands were behind his back and he kept an unreadable expression.

"No. Unless you did something to make him do it. If you kept your mouth shut about that dance and dinner you should be good."

"How long do I have to think about it?"

"Seventy-two hours. I'll be back and I will need a definite answer by then."

With that being said, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind. Jimin remained still as his mind raced with so many thoughts. He was so taken back with the offer that he couldn't process it all.

As he looked up at the ceiling he was speechless. This is the opportunity he had been seeking for. And maybe it wasn't, but this to him felt like a sign.

Taehyung was offering him the world gift wrapped.

It would just be stupid to not take it.