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"What do you mean you can't come ?"
Jimin bit his lower lip, looking at the ground.
"Something came up, I'm really sorry but I can't tonight." He tried to explain.
Jimin didn't know what Yoongi was thinking, and that scared him.
He started getting anxious that the older might know, and since Yoongi was a very calm person, it didn't really help him.
Yoongi was the type to act like he didn't know, and then pull up a random move on the blond to punish him.
It might be harsher work, a cut on his extra-payment or the most sexual one, having him sit there, watching Yoongi pleasure himself.
The older knew how much Jimin wanted him, he controlled every time the blond touched himself, how many times he'll cum and if he deserves it.
So naturally, it got the blondie all riled up, wanting Yoongi more than anything, but he never gave in.
That punishment was the worst one.
"What came up ?"
"It's kinda personal and I don't.. Feel like talking about it." Jimin answered, feeling horrible to lie.
He didn't like to lie, though interestingly, he was good at it.
Yoongi took a deep breath, nuzzling in his big comfy chair more.
Bingo, Jimin thought.
He knew the older hated being intrusive, so that was the perfect lie.
He praised himself in his head, a faint smile appearing on his lips but not expending since at the end, it was a lie that made him so proud.
"Then okay, I guess we can skip movie night.. If you need to talk about it, I'll listen."
Jimin nodded, muttering a 'thank you' as his grip on his saddle bag tightened before he turned around to leave.
"Oh and, Jimin ?"
"Yeah ?" He turned around, silently gulping.
"You're not lying to me, right ? You wouldn't dare ?"
Jimin felt himself stiffen, stomach anxiously heating up.
Did he know ?
How could he know ?
He covered well, right ?
He internally slapped himself, getting back in his right mind.
Yoongi didn't know, end of story.
"Of course not.. But I really have to go, Yoongi." He answered, trying to sound as less nervous as possible.
"Fine.. Drive home safe."
Jimin nodded and left the office, releasing a breath.
It was all too much, all of that for a woman he barely knew.
He sighed as he got in his car, driving home with soft music playing in the background.
When he got there he immediately started getting ready, having barely three hours to do so.
It wasn't his first time meeting with a potential person that'll keep him all pampered, but this time it was a woman.
He didn't know if she'd like him to look manly or more feminine, after all, he knew he could pull both.
But as always, he shaved and did a face mask, applying his signature faint pink-ish lip tint with a hint of brown eyeliner to elongate his eyes, all wrapped in his cozy robe with his underwear underneath.
He blow dried his hair and decided to give it small curls, picking small silver hoops for his ears with a long Chanel necklace and a few bracelets from the same material.
As for his outfit, he picked a fuzzy cream Chanel sweatshirt with the blue letters on it and a pair of blue jeans to match, along with black chelsea boots.
His phone lit up with a notification of a number texting him an address, making him gulp as he stood in front of his perfume collection.
It was all becoming real.
He let out a breath to calm his nervosity, keeping on telling himself that it'd all be okay.
Yoongi won't find out, Sydney'll be nice to him and he'll get home safe and sound.
He hesitated to text back and finally decided to reply 'thanks :)', a small smile forming on his face as he quickly got excited.
Just the thought of Sydney made his stomach turn and twist in all sorts of ways he couldn't even explain.
But it was good, felt good.
He grabbed his phone and keys, putting them in his pocket and finally got out of the house to go meet Sydney, really hoping everything will be just fine.
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Boyfriend. | MYG x OC x PJM
Fanfiction"I could be a better boyfriend than him." | Contains smut, angst & fluff. | English isn't my first language.
