lonely || yoonmin

08

"you mentioned arranging a meeting with taeyang, earlier, had you not?" yoongi spoke, taking his seat and spinning to face the back window again.

"oh- yes," jimin answered. yoongi was back to his normal self, thank fuck. jimin wanted to groan but didn't feel like being demon-slapped.

"well, then. what are you waiting for, mr park?"

"my office...?" jimin spoke carefully.

"of course." yoongi snapped his fingers and the two of them were in jimin's office once again.

jimin sighed, sitting down  in his spinning chair and logging into his computer. yoongi sat across from him, reading something out of what seemed to be a book in latin. jimin shook his head, delving back into his computer and starting to type up an email. he paused for a moment.

"what are you waiting for?" yoongi asked, suddenly behind jimin, his breath hitting the nape of his neck.

jimin suppressed a shiver. "i want to make it professional," he replied. "do i say mr taeyang? or his real name? what?"

"i suggest using his real name. sign it off using yourself, too. i would rather him think it isn't so serious that he chooses not to avoid it."

interesting. "yes, sir."

jimin began:

Mr Dong Youngbae,

Tomorrow at 12:05pm, a meeting has been requested. Please make sure to attend.

Best |
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"what do i say?" jimin groaned, throwing his weight back. fuck. he accidentally hit yoongi in his chin.

the demon's posture fixed quickly. he stood tall and rematerialized in front of jimin's desk.

jimin's mouth was shut in a grim line, his eyes blown wide. he fucked up.

"sign off," yoongi gritted, speaking slowly, "with your name. no need for any 'best this' or 'best that.' just. your. name."

jimin nodded, stiffly. "y-yes, sir." shit.

yoongi was fuming and jimin didn't really feel like having his soul consumed at the moment, so he quickly signed off with Assistant Park, and that was that.

jimin chuckled lightly as he pressed send, and in a blink of an eye, he was back in yoongi's office.

"excellent." it seemed that yoongi was back to his normal stoic mood. that's better... for now. "there isn't much for me to do with regards to entertainment, and i am bored. entertain me, jimin." he sat back in his chair, staring jimin dead in his eyes, an eyebrow was quirked. he looked way too smug.

jimin, on the other hand, was still trying to regain his balance. the teleportation magic thingy had a really weird after effect. then what yoongi had asked finally hit him.

"entertain you? the fuck?"

"pardon your language. you should know by now. swearing is not permitted," yoongi frowned, pointing to a new sign on his desk.

No Swearing

bullshit.

"i can still hear you swearing inside your head as well. i hope you haven't forgotten. so, you might as well work on your dirty habits."

dirty habits. what's that supposed to mean? jimin sighed in defeat.

"yes, sir," he finally shut up. he thought for a moment. what was he supposed to do? yoongi, that sadistic demon, really wanted him to entertain him? how?

"if you're going to take so long i might as well search for something most humans search for. what is it called? forno? pongraphy?" yoongi huffed.

"p-porn?" jimin asked. he couldn't believe his own words.

"that's the one. come, sit by me. let us watch this mystical pongraphy."

jimin internally groaned. "are you sure you want to do that?"

"why not? should i be concerned?"

jimin's face contorted. should i tell him?

"tell me what, jimin?"

"well... porn is just... people have sex and—"

"what? nonsense. come, sit by me. let us search for this forn."

damn it, jimin thought. eventually, he gave and sat next to yoongi in — that's new.

"it is new," yoongi said, answering jimin's thoughts. "i ordered a few new seats and sofas. i thought you might like them."

he got them for me? jimin thought. he thought that yoongi couldn't care less about him. he was just any other soul, right?

"if i own you, i might as well treat you nicely," yoongi stated.

"right..." jimin said, finally sitting next to yoongi on a leather chair. really nice.

"excellent. let us search." yoongi typed into the web browser:

forn
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porn

"is that right?" he asked, tilting his head.

jimin wanted to scream. "yes, that's right."

"excellent." he pressed search and multiple websites appeared.

pornhub
xvideos
nsfw twitter

jimin really felt like ripping out his eyes.

"which one shall i choose?"

suddenly, jimin felt his soul return to his body as there was a loud banging on the door. saved by the bell, much?

"i guess this will have to wait," yoongi sighed. "come in!"

the door swung open and a tall, buff man came in. jimin gulped.

"you're early."

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sorry for taking so long to update :(