One Shots: YoonMin Slow UD

Kitten~

Fluff ahead...

Yoongi did not sign up for this.

Well, to be fair, he never really saw a contract or anything, but working part-time as a pet-sitter was not that big of a deal, no formalities needed, thank you very much! Just making things complicated and shit, he can do gladly without that.

Moreover, pretty much nothing should be able to shock him by now. He does this job for two years now, he saw way too many weird things already.

Most pets were just cute little fluff-balls and most of the time he was content with his work. Yoongi liked to go on a walk with dogs, or just stay at the owner’s home and stroke the cats, play with the bunnies, feed the fish. Yeah. If it was as easy as that, he had no problems at all.

But this. This takes the biscuit!

This is worse than the time where had to go to manicure with a poodle. Worse than the time a hysteric guinea pig bit him so hard into the heel of his hand, he had to get stitches.

Yoongi had thought that it would be just a normal working day, he got a SMS from his boss as usual, sending him the addresses and some information on the pets he had to take care of.

He had just one, today. A kitten named ‘Jimin’.

The instructions were simple: “The cat’s master is gone for the day, so you should take care of it. It’s locked in the bedroom. Play with the kitten, so it won’t feel bored. Its name is ‘Jimin’. The keys for the apartment are hidden under the doormat.”

So, when Yoongi entered the flat, he was totally convinced to be greeted by the sight of a kitten. An actual kitten, small enough to fit in his palms, with fluffy ears and tail, whiskers, paws and claws, fucking fur, mewling at him as soon as he opened the bedroom-door.

What awaited him instead is something entirely different, and Yoongi – may god have mercy on his poor soul – was not ready.

Holy shit, of course he was not ready! Nothing could have prepared him for the situation he’s currently faced with.

He did not fucking sign up for this!

Right now, he’s currently standing awkwardly at the entrance of the bedroom, no fucking cat in sight.

Instead, there is a boy kneeling on the bed, and he’s actually pretty hot for Yoongi’s comprehension, all dark eyes, high cheekbones and plump, sinful lips. What disturbs the grey-haired pet-sitter, though, is the fact that the boy is naked. Stark naked!

His hands are bound with handcuffs in front of his body.

In his shock, Yoongi just stands there and gapes at the boy. He has a nice body, he thinks in his daze. Lean muscles jump under smooth, sun-kissed skin, thighs thick and strong, proportions sharp and well defined.

The boy looks up and into Yoongi’s eyes and there’s a challenge there, something fierce and cold, that sends a shudder of anticipation down Yoongi’s spine and reminds him faintly of an alarmed cat when someone intrudes their territory.

Yoongi is the intruder. And Jimin the cat.

He’s the cat! God-fucking-dammit!

The brown-haired boy is still just staring at him, obviously waiting for him to make the first move – oddly enough he seems not faced by the fact that he sits in front of a stranger in handcuffs, and without clothes on – and the longer Yoongi waits, the more awkward the silence gets.