Ciel [Yoonmin]

36.

"Of course." Jimin replied in an instant. He cringed at his own neediness and hoped Yoongi hadn't noticed his desperate tone.

After closing the door, they stared at each other once more. Though the room was spacious and cold, it suddenly felt smaller and warmer.

Or was that just his blushing face?

"Dog," he calmly spoke up. At first his breathing was quite unsteady, but it was slowly going back to normal.

"Brat,"

"I—"

"I—"

Yoongi cleared his throat motioning for him to continue. Jimin shook his head no instantly. Afraid that he would say something corny and regret it.

He sighed giving up and continued to speak, "I see you came back in one piece. Thank you for not making me fail at my job."

Jimin giggled a little disappointed. It wasn't the first thing he expected him to say. "I wouldn't let my obedient dog fail."

"How was the trip?" He asked not looking directly in his eyes.

Without even realizing, he was scanning his body in depth for any trace of Taehyung's doing. He didn't know why he was looking for traces knowing it would make him go insane.

Sleep hadn't been a part of his routine over the weekend. If he fell asleep, he woke up within an hour drenched in the horrors of thinking of the indecent things Taehyung did to him.

It was something that played on repeat. Though it wasn't Jimin's fault, he couldn't help feeling so angry at him. It was a deep rooted hatred that was mainly directed at Taehyung.

For doing this to him. For humiliating Jimin by hiring him as his escort. For showering him with gifts and money to make himself feel better about having him as a sex slave.

And yet a part of him felt angry at Jimin. Who had been so obsessed with money that he willingly signed that stupid contract. If only he could've stopped it.

"What's the matter?" Jimin whispered. He had noticed the way Yoongi harshly stared at him and the way his facial expression was disgusted.

"I have work on my mind. Sorry." He apologized, snapping back to his senses.

He had to keep reminding himself that it was wrong to judge Jimin. He too had been there before. Selling his freedom to Taehyung's family was a price he would never pay. Not even with all the money in the world.

"Mmm. The trip was fine. I got a little sick. I've never been up in the clouds before. So that was fun." He responded by not touching the work subject.

Yoongi smiled, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"Yeah. Uhh...how about you? Did you—did you have fun?" He wondered. What he really wanted to ask was, "Did you miss me? Or did you go see Tzuyu?"

"It was..." excruciatingly painful. "Okay. Definitely different from you not barking orders at me."

Jimin grinned, that basically translated to "I fucking missed you!". Well, at least in Yoongi's vocabulary it did.

"Did you go out?" He suddenly asked, remembering Tzuyu.

"No. I couldn't. I was left in charge."

"Ahh. Would you have gone out if you had the chance?"

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, catching on to the leading questions. "What's with the curiosity? What are you trying to ask exactly?"

"Nothing! Just curious. Gosh, stupid dog." He replied, looking away from his intimidating gaze.