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A nurse helped me remove all of the wires monitoring my heartbeat and IV drip from my forearm. Peeling away the heavy, light blue material, the nurse cautiously guides me into a standing position. As soon as I got to my feet, my weak knees buckled beneath me. Yoongi was quick to be of aid, catching me and helping me stand upright again.

"Well, I suppose you're in good hands then, Mr. Park," The nurse adds, referring to Mr. Min with a slight smirk.
"I already signed the release forms. Let's get you out of here," Yoongi mumbles as he swoops me up, bridal style. Holding me close and secure, but still with care. I accidentally let out a small yelp, not expecting the sudden action.

"W- Why are you...."
"So you don't have to strain yourself. You've been through enough already, just allow me to do this much. Okay?" He looks down at me, cradled in his strong arms. My heart skips a beat, I've never been treated like this before.

"O- Okay" He carries me out of the hospital, catching many questioning glances as he does so. The 4 teir parking lot outide holds various types, makes, and models of cars, dimly lit by flickering yellow lights. The air outside is bitter and chilling, complimenting the dark, star-scattered sky.

"Um, Mr. Min?" He exhales as he looks down at me.
"You can call me Yoongi, you know," he chuckles at my formalities.
"Oh, okay. Well, Yoongi, thank you for all of this. Also, may I ask what time it is?" I ponder under the night sky's deep hues.
"You're welcome. It's currently around 1:30 AM, I believe," he estimates, not able to look at his wrist watch. 1:30 AM? That late?

"I am so very sorry to trouble you this late, you really didn't have to go out of your way like this. I would've been fine" I ramble on with apologies, confused as to why he would take time out of his night to help me.

"Nonsense. It was my decision. And if what you mentioned earlier is true, then I would simply be doing my job," the CEO brushed off.

"Your job?" My eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"Yes, my job. As your dominant" He opens the passenger side door to his car and carefully sets me down. I gulp.
"Right.... My dominant..." I repeat under my breath.

Yoongi straps my seatbelt over me and clicks the two pieces together.
"Unless, of course, you had another change of mind. I would be okay with that," he notes sincerely, face not far from mine. My voice sounds small,
"I haven't" He closes the door and walks to the opposite side. I feel like this whole situation hasn't hit me yet, I don't feel anything. Not even the slightest bit of sadness, anger, or even excitement.

"-Rk. Mr. Park? Are you okay?" Yoongi called out to me as he flicked on the blinding headlights and exited the lot.
"Um. Yes, sorry," I muttered as I came back down to Earth. Seemingly lost somewhere in space without being aware of it.

"And please call me Jimin, calling me 'Mr. Park' makes me sound like I'm a person of importance," I laugh. The man beside me sighs as his face falls into a frown of dismay, but holds back what he truely wanted to say in that moment.

"That reminds me. You left you bag in my car last night" My bag? With my prescriptions?
"I won't ever think lowly of you if you ever need to talk about any problems. I'm here for you and I'll listen, okay?" The look in his eyes seemed dim and distant, but nonetheless his words were filled with genuine truth and care.

"But why?"
"Why? What do you mean?" Yoongi looked lost.
"Yes, why? I mean, you don't even know me. The only relation we have is via a contract we haven't even signed yet, so why? Why did you go through the effort to come back when you didn't need to? And beat Jackson? Why are you offering to listen to my issues? Why do you act like you care so much?" My voice gradually became louder as I asked each question. I shook as hot tears of frustration and confusion cascaded down my bruised cheeks in a violent sob. I wouldn't dare cry aloud though, Jackson always hated when I did that.

Yoongi's face softened and he reached out to hold my hand, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles soothingly.
"I can assure you, this is no act, Jimin. I do care, even if I barely know anything about you. I went back because I was worried. I had seen the contents of your bag and the marks that so-called 'boyfriend' of yours had left on you. At your house, I reacted the way I did because of rage. What he was doing was far beyond wrong"

Yoongi huffed, his eyes blazing with anger at the memory, "I'll be more than happy to listen to you because it's human decency and my role as a dominant to not only ensure my submissive follows rules; but to also guarantee that their happiness, needs, wants, and well-being are tended to. Despite the horrific ways you've been treated and the mindset he forced on you, you have to realize that you have so much more worth than he allowed you to think you actually have"

"Oh. I see...." I yawn.
"Tired?" Yoongi asks, returning his attention to the long road ahead of him. I sleepily nod. "Do you need anything from your home before we get there?" I want to stay far as possible from that place. That place was hardly ever a home to me.

"No, I don't think so. But if I may, where exactly are you taking me to stay for tonight? A hotel? I'm sure I can find a place after tomorrow morning," He seemed appalled at the notion.

"Of course not. You will be staying at my house until further notice," he stated in such a tone that allowed little to no room for argument. The words repeat in my head.

I will be staying with the Min Yoongi.... This has been one hell of a day....