TAEGI SMUTS [ᵃᵒ3]

Red Hair And Golden Skin

Ao3 by : LoveVirgin

Summary :

Yoongi is given a pleasure slave as a birthday present from his father to alleviate some of his stress and loneliness, but then he starts to fall in love with the red-head.

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It'd been awhile since Yoongi's been thoroughly, completely surprised, but today, right now, would have to top the cake.

"You got me... a pleasure slave for my birthday?" He asked his father, shock and wary anger clear in his voice, his expression, which was usually closed off and at times cold.

"Yes, Yoongi; you need to calm down, and you're so adamant about no arranged marriages, what else am I supposed to do?" His father asked, as if all of the answers to his questions lay inside of the pleasure slave's head, bowed down as he kneeled before Yoongi, red hair falling down like water from a spring.

Yoongi isn't sure how to answer, how to react.

He doesn't want to hurt anyone, doesn't want to use anyone, but he's aware of the repercussions of a rejected slave, even if his father doesn't.

Or maybe he does, and he's using that knowledge as leverage.

That old dirty bastard.

"What's your name?" He asks the slave—he hates thinking of this person as such.

"V.''

Is all he says, and if his satoori wasn't like Yoongi's own, he'd have thought that the name was from a different language to his own.

"Well, V." Yoongi starts, a sigh escaping him as he sees his father's expression light up with hope, "You may refer to me as Yoongi. We'll be seeing a lot of each other, I expect."

And with that, he storms off.

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He stays stays in his room, confining himself with studies and looking to laws that he is more than willing to repeal when his own head lays heavy with his father's crown.

There've been multiple times his father had knocked on his door, exclaiming how unfair he was being towards V, but if his father hadn't bought him, he wouldn't be in this predicament.

This incredibly awful problem he's in the middle of...

It's when there's a different kind of knock that hangs heavy in the air like a secret that's been revealed that makes him start.

"Yes?" He calls out, and it's quiet before a lovely, deep voice reaches back to him.

"Yoongi? It's V, I think we need to speak."

And aren't the guards at Yoongi's door having the time of their lives, watching Yoongi's life unfold before him like some type of dramatic play.

"Alright." He concedes , and the creak of his bedroom door opening and the soft tap, tap of V's feet meeting the floor greets Yoongi's ears like a symphony.

V is taller than him, he sees as V stands before him, looking down at him with pretty brown eyes.

Long eyelashes encasing large orbs on a narrow, tan face and full lips to top it all off.

He looks like he belongs on a painting, or one of those marble statues that one other country are so fond of.

"I..." V starts, and he seems to be the type of person whom just starts to speak out rather than think about what's to come out of those pretty lips, and Yoongi feels like he already likes that about him.