B.

three

"That contract," Taehyung said, popping his neck as if this were the most casual thing to him, "is good for the rest of this semester, including holidays and weekends." He reached into his pocket, producing an expensive-looking fountain pen, continuing, "Considering that we are technically adults and this is a written contract between two parties, you can view this to be legally binding. But you look like a good boy who listens to orders, so we trust that we won't have to get Seokjin's lawyer involved if you disobey."

Jimin scrunched up his nose in disgust. What was he, some kind of dog? Why would they need a legal contract for a human toy?

"Yes," Jimin mused slowly. "But why does it exist in general? What would you or I need this for? And besides, you're college students; you can't afford lawyers."

"Don't assume that you know me or what I can afford," Seokjin snapped. Jimin reeled back in surprise.

Taehyung laughed, laying a hand on Seokjin's wrist. His chuckle chimed in their hollow room, and Jimin cross his arms in a huff. 

"Our last one ran out on us," Taehyung said. "We've been fooling around with a few other people in the meantime. It's not the same, though, as having one contract-bound."

As Taehyung spoke, Namjoon unconsciously traced a finger along the exposed hickeys and fading lipstick on his neck. Jimin winced, then winced harder as he understood Taehyung's words.

Taehyung continued, "We want another loyal pup to play with for a while. One that we can count on to be there when we want them." He clicked his fingers continuously, setting a tempo throughout the room. One that Jimin's heart seemed to follow.

"Sounds like you want a slave," Jimin pointed out, gesturing to the contract. "This seems to take away my rights as a human being."

Taehyung arched his brow, folding his hands on the table. "Would you prefer to be paid?"

"That's prostitution," Seokjin added with a small smile. "We're offering something a little more dignified. Consider this a friends-with-benefits position. But since we're insinuating each situation, we're offering you something as a reward."

Jimin glanced down at the contract, reading through the contents once more. Skimming over the few lines, he realized that it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He'd gone through his fair share of experiences. But this time, it would be more of his own free will if he agreed to it. Plus, Seokjin mentioned an offer, a trade.

They weren't afraid of Jinwoon or his status as the Headmaster's son. Maybe...

Jimin's gaze slid up to meet Taehyung's. "Why me?"

Taehyung smiled, shrugging. "Why not?"

Jimin huffed through his nose, sitting back in his seat. He couldn't believe he was genuinely considering this. He would practically be a toy. Which wasn't a bad thing; just not something he wanted to go through. That wasn't anything meaningful to him, but that didn't mean he wanted to just throw his body around, much less share it between three people.