POKER CHIP | myg sb!au (18+)

[PART 6]

The next morning you woke up to an empty home again, this time without a note; but you didn't mind. You were still on a high from last night, constantly playing and replaying portions of the evening in your mind.
During your shower, over breakfast, even while you tried to sign into your work account only to find it had been closed down entirely.

You almost didn't care, you knew that when Yoongi got home you could talk to him about it, he'd know what to do to get it back. Instead, you browsed the internet, searching his name out of sheer curiosity.

Nothing came up publicly, which was probably to his advantage. All you could find was a shipping company and some cargo vessels in his name. Not even any pictures.

When the elevator chimed, you snapped the computer closed, feeling as though you'd been caught red-handed.

"Hey, you're home early," you chirped, looking towards the elevator as Yoongi emerged.

"I didn't go to work, come with me," he nodded towards the door leading downstairs, and carefully you removed the MacBook from your lap so you could meet him there.

"What is it?" You asked curiously on your way down the stairs.

"You'll see," he smirked, placing his hand unabashedly on your lower back to show you back to the room you first stayed in. He shared another mischievous look with you after inputing a passcode into the new digital lock, then his free hand wrapped around the handle.

Slowly, he pushed on it, opening the door to reveal a completely redecorated space. Walls that were once white, were now black. The black-out curtains half-drawn and matching the upgraded quilt covers that were now a deep navy.

But what stood out most of all was the desk set-up at the foot of the bed, two landscape monitors and a third portrait so you could read live chats. Along the bed there were four rail-mounted camera's all directed towards the mattress
and, on each side of the glass desk, studio-worthy lighting.

But right now, the room was a dim shade of blue thanks to the built-in LED's.

Eventually you found yourself at the desk, trailing your finger across the pristine surface. "This is for me?"

"If you want to work, I want you to have a comfortable space to do so. Here, let me show you," he stepped into the room too, letting the door shut and automatically lock behind him as he walked towards you.

Meanwhile, you took a seat on the desk chair, waiting patiently for him. When he reached you he placed one hand on the table top to support himself, and he other on the mouse, effectively caging you in.

"I set you up your own lips website," he said from over your shoulder, navigating to the internet so he could open it up.

Your eyes doubled at the front page, and how professional it looked. Your stage name 'Bebi' in a banner at the top of the page overlayed with a photo of your nude backside tastefully draped in bedsheets.

"Your homepage will display your latest stream," he clicked, "this tab will organize the rest of your archives and this one's your gallery," he clicked again, opening a new tab from the top of the page.

There was already three photos in the folder, underneath were your options to edit or delete. "Where'd you get these?" You asked curiously, craning your neck to look at him above you.

He met your eyes by looking down his cheeks at you, the ghost of a smirk present on his lips. "I googled you, that was all that was available and now this is the only place they're available— behind a paywall," he explained, and you nodded slowly before looking back at the screen.