Yoonmin Smut

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Yoongi
I said a million times that I would find a job and make something of myself. I never thought I would resort to this. I walked down the halls in the dim lighting, only to have the brightest lights showing a display. This wasn't window shopping, this was in fact a sexual desire trade. My job, to choose and use one of them. It was simple. They were there for that reason so it was consensual.
I have often wondered why things led me here. I've put in many applications elsewhere and yet nobody has contacted me besides this company my kinky friend referred me to. Why did I apply if he was like that? Well I needed a job. As I walk down the hallway, I see a boy - pureness- bundled up in silk blankets. The light illuminated his skin just enough that you could tell he wore a tint of low self-esteem. So I chose him. With me being new and uncomfortable with this job, it seemed right to choose someone who fits along with the confusion I expressed. Something told me to comfort him. I pushed the PIN number I was given into the keypad and the door made a swooshing sound, signaling it's opening. I step inside. He was doe eyes as I walked towards him. He seemed excited yet scared. He didn't know why I chose him and honestly I'm glad I did.

Jimin
I hadn't been requested in months and the pay is decreasing at a minimum rate. That, I'm glad of. I sat there lonely like I have for the last four months, peering into another capsule that was occupied but three bodies. Two of whom were strangers and the one being Jeon Jungkook. He was a popular request. Everyone envied him. Our shifts we're almost of though, just three more hours. Then this silver haired male - look to be around my height, opal skin that glissens, and a thin but masculine frame - walked closer to my room. He had rings on multiple of his fingers, no doubt he was rich. His earrring had me interested. It dangled slightly as his pace quickened up, reaching up to the keypad of my room. Room number 47. I'm nervous, I hadn't had to do my job in months. What if I mess this up?
I pushed heavy thoughts out of my mind and his body entered my atmosphere. He didn't smell of string cologne, instead cinnamon soap and frech vanilla coffee beans. Intoxicating. He was stunning under the ring light I had adjusted moments before. Then he spoke. The gods sang.

8ï8
"Hello, ah I am new to this.. office? What is my work exactly?"

"I-I'm sorry. I am Park Jimin. Your work is to do what you will with me. I am the server after all."

"Ah yes, I'm Min Yoongi. I don't particularly take advantage of people. I've only met you this time, so no worries. I give a beauty like you, a chance to warm up to me. I'm not even here for the sex. Just work."

"Finally someone sensible. I like you. Care to stay a while?"

"Of course. So how long have you worked here?"

"Four years strong. You seem to be new, what brought you here?"

"A kinky ass friend referred me and I was stupid enough to actually follow through haha."

"He sounds like a real treat."

"Yeah, he is.. do you like your job?"

"Sometimes. When things get physical, it's harder to control."

"I won't hurt you."

"I know."

He smiled as he knew his hyung was nearing his limit. His shift only had 10 minutes left. They got lost in conversation.

Yoongi
After a month they said I could request my option as a private if found to be exclusive. I'm not sure but I would like to be able to protect him. I'll continue to see him until my grace period is up, then I could request him as a private and place him in the office I'll be "working" in. I'm not sure what all this job has in store yet. I grazed my thumb over his knuckles before I left. I promised him I would continue to come back even though he didn't ask if I would. So I installed security so he wouldn't feel as lonely as he looked.

8ï8

It's been a month of visiting Jimin and today is the day I empose that he moves to my office. A more suitable place for an imperial gem such as him. I'll give him everything I can. His prescence radiates my bones and weakens them as if cancer has invaded my body and the chemo is eating away at my last cells. But it's cleansing. I feel something other than sympathy for middle class men as if I came from a high titled family. It's not the middle class, it's the lowest. And I hit rock bottom before I tried to make my way to the top.
We gathered his stuff and rode the elevator to the highest floor where each office was set up diagnal like an apartment complex. Indeed this is style to fit the wealthy and I am have the luxury of staying here. With Jimin to share it with. This job provids benefits the longer you're here. I open the door and carry his stuff to the one room that we have. He stood nervously as he awaited the next move.

"Well Jimin, I'm going to shower. I'll be back. Make yourself at home."

"Okay."

I gather a towel and head to the bathroom.

Jimin
I wandered a little, but soon come back to the bedroom. Deciding I need to change into something more comfortable. I got undressed and rummaged through my luggage. The shower cuts off and I panic because I have yet to find any clothes. He prances in with a towel around his waist, showing his milky skin lining over wrenched muscles. I was staring but embarrassment but through, because now he was staring at me. Naked. I covered my area.

"There is no reason to be ashamed. You're beautiful."

He moves my hands and doesn't push to touch.

"You're skin has no blemish, how lucky. I wish I was you." He chuckled.

"No you don't."

"And why not darling?"

"I've been through many unspeakable things and I met terrible people. When the business gets slow, it's gets hard to eat. When you're locked in a personalized room all day, you get bored of the same decorations."

"Well I'm here to grant you, your every wish."

I didn't know how to respond. He hasn't forced himself on me and we are having a normal conversation. He seems to care so maybe he'll be harder to push myself away from.
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There is a part 2 to this :) thanks for reading.
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