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No one really knows who Agust D and Chimmy are when it comes to how they look.

No one's ever seen them, knowing who they are, and lived to tell the tale.

Except for Jungkook and a select few others from Buleugi.

That's why Changhyun didn't get suspicious of Yoongi.

He's just another pitiful whore in his mind, after all.

Changhyun swipes a keycard over a scanner and the door beeps open. He pulls Yoongi in the room after him, motioning for him to settle down on the sofa beneath the window.

Changhyun's room is nice. There's a simple mahogany desk by the right wall, tall bookshelves towering over the desk behind it. Two simple cushioned chairs sit before the desk as well as a black one behind it. A lamp, clock, and stacks of paperwork sit atop the desk, as well as a silver laptop. Two sofas sit in the room, one beneath the window and one to the immediate left of it, on the adjacent wall. A vibrant rug lays on the floor and a few paintings have been hung up in an attempt to make the office seem more homey.

As Yoongi settles into the sofa, Changhyun rummages through his desk drawers. After a moment, he huffs and walks towards Yoongi, holding a bottle of disinfectant, a few cotton swabs, and a towel.

Changhyun crouches next the Yoongi who has his head held down, hands clasped together in his lap. His whole body is shaking and Yoongi effortlessly makes tears appear. Changhyun clicks his tongue.

"Now, now, kitten. Don't cry. Look at me." Yoongi lifts his head as Changhyun pours a bit of disinfectant onto a cotton swab. He then reaches up with the towel and wipes away the blood (sweat) and tears on Yoongi's face, marvelling at the boy's beautiful features.

Changhyun takes the cotton swab and dabs it to Yoongi's cut, making Yoongi recoil at the sting.

"Come, now, kitten. This'll help. Don't want to get it infected now, hmm?" Yoongi hums and winces the cotton swab touches the cut again. After a moment, Changhyun pulls and nods, satisfied. He walks back to his desk and places the disinfectant back where it belongs, the towel in the sink, and the used cotton swab in the trash can.

As he is doing so, he speaks out to Yoongi.

"Now that I've helped you, kitten, I believe a payment is in order." He turns around and faces Yoongi, a certain glint in his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry. M-Master doesn't g-give me anyth-thing." Changhyun approaches Yoongi and Yoongi recoils from the aura he radiates.

"Oh, kitten. So naïve. It's not money I want." He leans down and Yoongi can feel his hot breath on his face. Changhyun reaches down and grasps the front of Yoongi's shirt, lifting him up and pushing him against the wall beside them. He pushes himself onto Yoongi as Yoongi squirms in discomfort.

"Don't you know, kitten?" Changhyun licks Yoongi's earlobe and Yoongi shivers from the unwanted contact.

"It's you."