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♠️Chapter 17 ♠️

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Wednesday

It was painful to wait, because Jimin had decided he was done pretending. His knees pressed into the carpet. He was weary. He turned his head when the doors opened to reveal Yoongi, who was adjusting his tie. Loosening its grip around his ironed collar, before removing it and throwing it on his work surface before Jimin.

"Kitten, what did you want to talk about?" Yoongi asked as he leaned against the edge of his desk and watched Jimin.

"I-I want to... do more with you." Jimin mumbled almost inaudibly.

"Can you be more specific, Kitten?" Yoongi's eyes softened. It was like he knew how hard this was for Jimin. Yet, the questions fuelled his rosy cheeks.

Jimin hated this, it was already hard to speak, yet here he was, almost begging.

The raven haired man looked towards the floor, "I want... to- to change the contract."

Yoongi nodded, he hummed as he sat on his chair. "I did say we could change the contract... but what's wrong with our current agreement Kitten? Is there a problem, when it was you who wanted this?"

And he was right. This was all his idea. No kissing. No oral. No sex. He dared to look up at Yoongi's face. He wanted it, he really did. "I don't want that anymore."

"Think about this clearly, we won't go back to the previous contract once we make a new one."

"I just want you." Jimin whispered shyly. "I'm sorry." He felt embarrassed, and he attempted to hide his blushing cheeks. Was this what Jin felt every time he said this to Namjoon?

"Kitten, never be sorry for wanting me." Yoongi reassured him, he proceeded to take a new contract from his drawer, "Alright, why don't you take a seat, and we can discuss the new terms of our contract?"

Jimin nervously took a seat, after hesitantly waiting for Yoongi to give permission. It was strange. He wanted, no needed permission for every movement.

"Let us start with names, what would you like to call me?"

The question was enough to cause Jimin's trousers to tighten around his hips. Was it not obvious enough?

"Master, and sometimes I want to call you Yoongi." Jimin mumbled. Yes, everything he was doing was very brave. And if he dared to look up into his Master's eye, how could he even form sentences the sentences he needed to explain what he wanted to say? When all his heart was set on was to whine his name. It was so hard to be good.

But Jimin wanted to be good.

The Chairman saved his submissive even more embarrassment by writing down a few words. "And I'll continue to call you Kitten."