yoonmin lace & leather nsfw

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Yoongi's POV

Early in the morning, I had received a message from a very tired Jisoo, informing me that the young model I had met the other night was scheduled for a photo shoot today in an hour. I exhaled and reported back ensuring I would arrive shortly and I hit send.

I dress casually for the occasion and grab a bag that contains the vital documents I would need Mr. Park to review and sign if he were to agree to the secondary modeling job.

I'm still a bit bothered that he just walked into my showcase, but I guess it was bound to happen eventually by someone. As long as he sticks to his promise and doesn't tell anyone, everything should be fine. I walk out the door, the morning air bitter and cold. I start the ignition to one of my sleek black sports cars and speed down the streets.

After making a few more turns, I park in front Jisoo's company building. I push through the heavy, tinted double doors and meet the gaze of a woman sitting behind the front desk.

"Excuse me, could you direct me to the room where Mr. Park Jimin's photo shoot is?" I walk over to her. She sets her paperwork aside,
"Ah, Mr. Min. My pleasure," she bows respectfully. She thinks for a quick second before nodding. "Right this way, please" She leads me through a long hall, the walls bare and a select few people making a beeline to their assigned workspace. The woman opens a door for me, "Here we are"
"Thanks," I stroll inside the room as a bright light flashes. The photographer shouts something and the model changes positions.

Standing in front of a black backdrop, I see Park Jimin posing effortlessly for the camera, clad in Jisoo's latest style. He looks flawless, like a perfect porcelain doll. I didn't get a good look at him during our last encounter, but.... damn. No wonder Jisoo wants him to model her other area of expertise, he's a natural and would look amazing in them. I have to admit, she has an impeccable eye for beauty. And Park Jimin is undeniably good looking. I wonder what style would suit him best. Silk? Lace? Strappy?

Quickly, I look around for the fashion designer before I allow my mind to get too clouded. It's not normal for me to think that way about people I don't know. Or even people I am aquatinted with and I'd really rather not start now.

"Oh! You're here!" the woman in question exclaims as she waves me over. I sit in the tall chair beside her as I become utterly infatuated with the sight before me.
"So this is him?" I ask, not taking my eyes off of the man who is now running his hand through his hair.
"Yup. That's my number one model. Although, by the looks of it, you seem like you would already prefer seeing him dressed up something else at the moment. Hm?" she grins as she playfully nudges me with her elbow.

Images of him play in my mind. In a lacy set of lingerie, kneeling in front of me, eyes looking up at mine, his- I clear my throat, ridding my conscious of the lustful thoughts,
"That's quite enough of that, Jisoo," I state coldly. As soon as the clock on the wall strikes 1:00, I watch Jimin saunter off to his private dressing room down a separate hallway.

"Just wait a few minutes for him to change, then you can go in there," Jisoo dictated before she walks off to tend to other matters. I bounce my leg impatiently as I give him time to dress. After about a good 5 minutes, I walk down the lightly lit hall. Not needing to search for long because I notice a room with the name 'Park Jimin' on it. Just when I'm about to knock, I hear a loud noise and some sort of rattling. Both followed by distressed mumbling.

Confused, I lean in closer and rest my hand on the door. To my surprise, it was open. Jimin lifted his shirt up in front of a large mirror, revealing various shades of mostly black, blue, and some yellowing bruises wrapped around his thin torso. My eyes widen. Last time I saw him, he had a bruise on his wrist and now this? What's going on?

He removed his shirt completely, showing many more marks and cuts scattered across his fair complexion. Even from here, his body looks so frail, it closely resembles a skeleton. He looked far too innocent and shocked at the showcase, so those definitely aren't from any BDSM punishment. Those couldn't even be classified as near BDSM. This is just abuse..... I nearly forgot what I came here for. I sheepishly knock on the door. Jimin whips his head around in a split second, eyes as wide as saucers as he slips his top back on.

"M-Mr. Min?" Jimin bows, in shock.
"Sorry about the disruption Mr. Park, but I came to discuss something that Jisoo has heavily requested. I'm assuming she hasn't asked you about it yet?" He shakes his head. "I'm guessing it's also safe to assume you have questions about the other night?" His face flushes a bright red as he slowly nods his head.
"Shall we assess this over a late lunch in my office? My treat," I offer. He stiffens and noticably hesitates, but agrees, nonetheless.