His.

II

Jimin stirred awake, eyes fluttering as the rays of the sun peaked through the curtains. He unraveled his body, stretching as if he were a cat that had slept for hours. He pushed away the covers, scrunching his nose as he became more aware that he was not gonna be able to stay in and sleep longer. There was small aches through out his body and as he kept stretching his sore limbs, trying to work out the knots along his claves and thighs. A soft whimper left his lips as he rolled his shoulders and cracked his back slightly. He could already hear the humming of cars waiting outside and he realized then that he was all alone in the bedroom. Despite how tired he was, he forced himself to get up and rush downstairs before Yoongi left for the day. A lazy yawn filled the air as he made his way into the walk in closet, his fingers tracing over the row of silk fabrics. There was various silk sleeping gowns, ranging in all the colors and brands. He didn't have time to contemplate what he wanted to put on, and so he reached for the first robe. A satin white robe that stopped mid thigh and made his butt look cute. 

As soon as he opened the doors of his bedroom, the dark roast scent of coffee swarmed around him. He wasn't much of a coffee drinker himself, but he knew that Yoongi always had a hot cup of coffee to start off his day. And sure enough, as soon as he finished descending the stairs and marched into the older mans study, he saw him reading his tablet, cup of coffee in hand. He had gotten used to seeing the slight arc in his eyebrow, a habit he had when he was fully immersed in something. Over the years, he had managed to learn of the small little habits that Yoongi wasn't aware he had. Like pouting his lips when he focused on reading, or the tick in his face when he was growing annoyed. 

He ran a hand through his hair, smile appearing wide as he plopped himself in the elders lap and pull him away from whatever he was engrossed in. His lips found the others and he let out a small sigh, hands circling his neck as he deepened the kiss. He could feel Yoongi trying to pull away, probably to check the clock resting on his desk. But he didn't let him, instead he held on tighter, lips trailing down the side of his neck, kissing endlessly until he felt a hand trailing up his thigh. Yoongi seemed mesmerized, eyes watching him darkly when he pulled away and focused his gaze on the screen of the tablet. There were news articles pulled up in different tabs, such a Yoongi thing to do. Knowing his job had been done, he got up, hand slipping behind Yoongi's neck to keep him looking at him.

"Thank you for last night, it was wonderful."

Yoongi hummed in response, seeming to turn his attention back to the iPad in his hands. It was peaceful for a few minutes, until Jimin felt the small familiar tap against his thigh. He rose to his feet, Yoongi rising with him while setting the device on the desk. And just like he had done so many times, Jimin reached for the suit jacket hanging on the coat rack by the door. Yoongi gave him a small smile as he turned around to slide his arms through and shrugged it on. 

"Any plans for the day?" 

Jimin followed him out of the study, a step behind while letting out a short 'hmm' for an answer. There wasn't much he could do, and most of the time he repeated the same activities for the day. There just wasn't much he could do without Yoongi questioning him too much. And for the most part, he had gotten used to making several trips to the spa, the shopping centers, or to any gyms. But this is what his life consisted of, following the same day to day schedule. Many might say he's too spoiled to think in such a way. But it wasn't no lie, no one saw how little freedom he had. Despite all the money and luxury he was living with, his life felt like a prison. That's what life has been since he became Min Yoongi's little trophy. 

"I might visit the spa. Maybe shop around a bit before coming back. Should I expect you for dinner?"

"I'm having a guest over, make sure everything is ready by 7pm."

Jimin didn't bother answering back. Yoongi had already walked out by the time he had finished his sentence. All he could do was stand by the door and smile as he watched him settle in his car and drive off. The smile on his face dropped as soon as he closed the door behind him. Eyes closing as he leaned against the door for a few seconds. He couldn't help but wonder how his life had gotten so stoic. It had been so long since he had felt any type of excitement with the life he was living. At first it had been mesmerizing to delve into a new world, one that he had never thought he would be close to having. But he learned very soon that having money and power didn't make him happy. And now he was living his life in a maze that he couldn't escape. He was running in circles, unable to escape. 

"Sir, breakfast is ready to be served."

When he opened his eyes, the butler was staring at him with such an empty gaze. Another reminder that despite being the lover of a powerful man didn't mean much. He was treated no different than an a dog. Yoongi's men didn't respect him, they all looked at him with mocking glares whenever he was in their presence. And the butlers and maids were no different, they treated his as if he was a guest in the place he had been calling a home. He gave a small nod, pushing away from the door and making his way up the stairs.

"I'll take it in my room." he called out.