minion gyatt.

Chapter 1: The cheeks.

Jim was just a regular minion. He never really found himself participating in Gru's weekly assemblies, and although he was happy to help out whenever he was asked, more often than not he'd keep to himself and lead a quiet life.
That was, until that one, fateful day, in which his fate was written and sealed, once and for all.

"Hey, Jim! Are you listening?!" yells Gru, his voice unmistakable, yet distant, in a way.
Jim's mind was foggy with thoughts of new terminology he could use to help out with Minions Daily, the local paper in Grutopia.
The younger minions had grown attached to "brainrot" terms, but after a long, pensative daydream, Jim came to the conclusion that mindless slang wasn't the solution. However, newspaper sales WERE dropping... and he DID need something to keep his audience, or they could go out of business.
Not that he cared- it wasn't really his problem. But then again, he'd feel bad for Gru. Gru had always been there for him, through his highs and his lows, so naturally, Jim felt the need to help out in any way he could. He was a kind-hearted soul, really. Quite good-looking aswell, although he probably shouldn't have been thinking that. After all.. he was only his minion. Nothing more, nothing less...
Jim often found himself having to repeat these kind of sentences to himself mentally, over and over. Lately, Gru had just been taking over his mind.

"Damn it! Focus, Jim.." he whispers to himself. "You can't afford to let your mind wander."

"Jim!" growls Gru, managing to somehow make the singular syllable sound oddly seductive, in a way. Or maybe that was just Jim's mind playing tricks on him. Silly Jim. Anyways!
Back on track.
"My apologies, Sir Gru." he responds, a slight glint of admiration glistening somewhere within his eyes. He searched for something similar in Gru's, but was met with nothing but the usual cold, blank stare.
He sighed.
Better luck next time. Screw you, Lucy.
"Listen, Jim. I want you to help make the newspaper of the century. It'll be a catch- I just know it. I've already done a survey and all of the younger minions here say it'll get sales up by up to 7 times - you know what that means, don't you?"

Hmm.. higher sales, higher profits.. he considered for a moment.
The higher the profits, the higher the... funds for the new project? He wasn't quite sure as he hadn't been paying much attention to Gru's lectures during meetings this week. He'd been far more concerned with the smaller details- the way Gru would almost smile slightly, when he'd be explaining things he was excited about; the way his scarf sat upon his neck, shielding his broad, manly shoulders. The way his lips looked when he-

Enough.

"Uhh.. More funding for the project, Sir Gru. The... time travelling experiment. If I'm not mistaken, that is. My sincerest apologies if i appear to b-"

Gru interrupted in that authorital tone he always used when talking to his minions, "Yes, yes, enough with your blabbing, Jimmy. What we need, is a newspaper that is going to knock this town's socks off. In other words, we need a model. A gyatt model."

Jim froze. He stood so still he could feel the muscles in his body tense up as the blood began racing through his veins, faster and faster, lighting up his face with a pink, bushy glow. A gyatt model. This could only mean one thing. They needed his cheeks on display.

Gru winked nonchalantly and whispered,"Oil up. I'll be expecting you in the photography studio in half an hour. Sharp.