NSFW |Yoonmin|

♣️VII ch 1♣️

It's been a long time coming, but we here now.  Not edited x

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Friday

There was a single gaze, one that followed Jimin's body. All his moments were captured like a film that held every frame. Because of this nothing escaped the Chairman. Like greed that swallowed everything in it's path. Like Lust which caged him away. A sin that was by no means evil. But not innocent either. This gaze was cold yet without it, was a peace Jimin knew he cannot endure. Because even though the gaze made him more nervous, Jimin didn't want him to look away.

Jimin needed confirmation once again, it took a lot to submit to the situation. But it was something that had to be done. The stage of the club felt like it was eating him up. The world around him was hazy and it felt like everything was spinning. But the only thing that kept him grounded was the glimmer of light in Yoongi's deep brown eyes. The Chairman knew all this time. His words from last week echoed in his head. 'Not because you lied to me, but because you don't trust me enough to tell the truth.' The club room was quiet. The girls had realised the tension and Joon Hee who was stood at the bar began to walk towards the Chairman. Jimin couldn't even begin to form words to express his emotions. There was a large void within him. One that was beginning to fill up with pain.

And in that silence, the Chairman spoke. "I'd like to request a private room with him."

Jimin was the only guy that worked in this club, there was no other person to mistake 'him' with. Joon Hee wore a worried expression, only because she didn't understand the question. There had been many customers that were interested with Jimin and it usually didn't end well, she was already signalling the security guard to prepare themselves. Jimin had to act fast. "He doesn't accept invitations to private rooms. Perhaps you would like to go with a few ladies-" Joon Hee tried to explain.

But she was cut off because the Chairman's eyes were fixed on Jimin... "I only want him." He glanced at the ladies around him. Even those that met him for the first time would have that instant attraction because the Chairman was an attractive man. They were all blushing at his gaze and the act alone brought an uneasy feeling at the pit of Jimin's stomach. "But if he is unavailable then-"

"I'll go." Jimin shouted. It was the first thing he said, he was panting from his performance and all the thoughts running through his mind. But there was one thing he knew he didn't want: if someone had to dance for the Chairman it had to be him. "Joon Hee prepare the best room." He breathed.

The Chairman got up from his seat and walked towards Jimin, their sights on each other and the closer he was the faster Jimin's heart raced. He could feel the Chairman's hot breath on him, the place on his skin tingled. Yoongi stood in front of the dancer and held his hand out like the gentleman he was. This was an act he had to partake in and Yoongi was leading the dance. Like usual, all Jimin had to do was follow.

Joon Hee had led them to the biggest hidden room in the club, they weren't a large club, even the Chairman's personal office was bigger than this room. There was a velvet red couch for Yoongi to sit by a large centre table that already had the best alcohol in the house waiting for him. In the far corner was a dancing pole and a few costume props for the clients, not that Yoongi would use them. Joon Hee leant towards Jimin, whispering into his ear. "I'll leave the camera on, signal if anything." She smiled towards Yoongi and then closed the door. They were alone once again.

The dancer glanced towards the direction of the camera. Luckily it didn't capture any audio. Because Jimin sensed they had a lot to talk about. He was still was just a little dizzy from the alcohol but the sight of Yoongi seemed to sober him up. It was fear, although he didn't know what kind. He approached him slowly, he began by kneeling on the floor. Jimin wanted to put on a good show even though he already had but his hands kept shaking as he watched Yoongi sit down. This performance wasn't like the last where he was confident because he was using his lust to drive his passion. But now it felt like sex without the blindfold, he was far more embarrassed. He felt exposed. And he was.

Jimin began to roll his hips slowly, his hands in the air as he swayed. He wasn't as confident as before. His whole job was to seduce but, in this moment, he was a mess. From a distance, Yoongi kept quiet. Those eyes were so hard to read. Jimin didn't really know what he was doing. He hated these mind games, he felt like he was always losing. They were approaching a dangerous line. What happens at work stays at work, but this wasn't a Master with his kitten scenario. It was a client with a dancer of the night. And right now, that was all Jimin was.

Jimin approached Yoongi as he swayed his hips until their eyes met. And Jimin wondered if he saw a glimmer of hesitation in those beautiful eyes. His gaze drop to Yoongi's hands which clawed into the arm rest. "Clients aren't allowed to touch." Jimin whispered lowly. He didn't want Yoongi to see this version of himself, yet here it was for display. He hated it. Every second he felt that gaze. How filthy was he in the eyes of this man he respected so much? Yet this was the truth.

"What do your clients usually do?" Yoongi asked. He looked angry, and Jimin wanted to reassure him, but this was who he really was. How could he lie when he was already buried under all his mistakes? He swirled as he continued to dance seductively, their gaze locked once again, sending scarlet streaks across Jimin's cheeks. He had no escape.

"You're my first client." Jimin whispered. This was the truth, he had only danced on the stage. He had never done this for anyone, his pride was all he had. He thought he had something to hold on to, but yet again, Yoongi showed him that it was all meaningless. Because under that lustful yet disappointed look, Jimin still submitted to the Chairman. "All you can do is watch." Jimin continued dancing erotically, his hands sliding down his chest, his eyelashes fluttering. Every part of him was meant to seduce. No. He still wanted to seduce Yoongi, but by the time he looked at the Chairman, the man had a different expression on his face. This time was it pity?

"Stop." Yoongi commanded.

Jimin froze. Was he displeased? Even out of the office, how could Jimin displease the Chairman? He hated himself the most. Jimin watched as Yoongi removed his blazer, the dancer wondered if he would ravish him on the spot. He had already thrown away his ego, he would agree to it.

However, even though he was willing, he couldn't understand why his chest began to hurt so much. Could someone just take his pain away? The humiliation. Anything, anyone. His heart was just hurting so much.

Instead, Yoongi placed the blazer around Jimin's body to cover him. The gesture felt warm and Jimin couldn't help but feel like he didn't deserve it. With gentle hands, the Chairman gestured for him to sit down. It was as if they were at the office, Jimin only obeyed.

He watched with a sickening feeling as Yoongi took out a pen and began writing on a cheque.

"I don't want your money." Jimin mumbled. He wasn't a whore that was paid for the night. He just wanted Yoongi to see what he really was. Dirt. So why was dirt treated with such care?

The Chairman ignore his remark and placed the cheque on the table. "See you soon Jimin." His voice was indifferent, there was neither hurt nor disgust. But Jimin felt nauseous, he felt like he was suffocating on the effects of his lies piling up.   

The name 'Jimin' hurt to hear when it was said by Yoongi, especially because he knew he was at fault. Perhaps it was because the Chairman always sounded sad when he said it. Jimin had betrayed the kind man that only wanted his best interest. Yet beneath the disappointment was a tender tone that Jimin couldn't let go of. The Chairman soon left the room, and although Jimin was sobered up, he needed a few more minutes to allow everything to sink in. Only then did the dancer dared to look at the cheque. A part of him wanted to see his value on paper. How much was he worth in the Chairman's eyes?

But instead of numbers was a word that couldn't be valued. "Forgiveness."

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For those who never left xx
I always planned to start this after graduation 💜💚💜 Thank you for waiting patiently.

You should all know my writing style by now. This arc will be better than the last. I hope you enjoy what I have planned for this arc xx

Isn't it crazy how even fluff could hurt x

Love Minty xxx