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The Min Mansion is a quiet place.

A very quiet place.

My footsteps echo eerily along the marbled floors of the hallway as I make my way down to the palatial gardens of the estate.

Getting to the bottom of the main grand staircase, the space opens up into a gigantic foyer. 

I like it here because everything is open and bright, very much unlike the rest of the house which has a very dark and ornate vibe to it. 

If Yoongi was around more, then maybe it would be a romantic and sexy place to live but instead, he is never here. Which leaves me feeling creeped out and a little lonely even though I don't know him well enough to truly miss having his presence around.

I sigh after taking a deep lung-ful of fresh Spring air. There's a sprinkle of happy little birds hopping around in the garden and alighting on trees and this helps me not to feel so alone. 

I chuckle at the sight of the cute yellow belly of a tiny and assertive looking 'flycatcher'. His tiny head jerks around inquisitively until he spots a minute food source that only his piercing little eyes can see. He flies off in a flash and I look on as some others follow suit to find whatever food he's uncovered.

I trail along the path slowly. My thoughts are mostly empty.

I feel so relaxed with not a care in the world while here--with no rent to pay, no seedy job to turn up to-- and as strange as it seems, I do miss him.

Just a little bit

And I don't know why.

Yoongi has been gone for three nights. He didn't say when he'll be back. 

We haven't been intimate yet but I've also come to find that just the act of sleeping by his side is sensual enough.

Sensual enough for me to think about it day and night.

The slight parting of his plush, pink lips that emits a gentle stream of air onto my skin as he breathes softly through the night. The gentle flutter of his eye-lashes whilst he dreams and the brusk rise and fall of his strong and virile chest.

I draw a quiet breath in with the sharp realisation that I've been chewing on the corner of my lip while these thoughts run hauntingly through my mind.

The cold air vanquishes the heat rising in my cheeks and I look down at my feet, feeling silly.

The longer Yoongi takes to sleep with me, the more I find myself wanting him. Wondering what he feels like and....

tastes like.

"Diana."

I gasp in surprise and turn around to see Yoongi standing right behind me. 

"How long have you been standing there?" I ask, feeling almost out of breath and willing my turbulent heartbeat to slow down, "You scared me.."

"Did I?" a soft smirk crosses his face as he steps closer to me, removing the protective hand that I'd held across my chest.

He stands there, looking down at me. 

It is always so hard to tell what Yoongi is thinking. I want to know and understand him. Everything he does, his work and business is very private. 

Hoseok says that his father owns and runs a strong conglomerate of businesses and that Yoongi doesn't do much else except work. When I pressed him to find out more, about his hobbies, likes and dislikes- all Hoseok could tell me was that he enjoys playing basketball when he isn't tied up with work. Yoongi liked to keep most things to himself. 

So, that's all I know. 

On the nights that Yoongi makes it home, he is often tired or so mentally pre-occupied that one smile of approval in my direction has become the highlight of my days. 

Cressida bathes, perfumes and dresses me twice a day and yet, Yoongi hardly ever sees me. 

I am happy that he can see me today.

His eyes scan me up and down and I feel a surprising thrill of pride at the pleased look on his face.

"How are you?" I ask, "I haven't seen you in a while.."

Yoongi does one of his short and breezy laughs. Its almost pompous in a way and if I'd never been so lucky as to witness just how this shrewd and seemingly emotionless man can turn into an almost child-like and innocuous, angelic cherub at night-- I would probably be put off by his effortless arrogance. 

But I know that there must be more to him.

"Does my kitten miss me already?"

I needed to show Yoongi that if I was meant to stay here in this big, old lonely house with him that I wasn't going to be a just a prop!

"Yoongi, you've been gone for four days. You're barely ever around and when you're here, you have no time for me!"

"I've been...busy" He says slowly in his usual flat tone and I don't know what to make of it.

Impatience mounts within me to the point where I am no longer embarrassed to ask.

"It's just...I've been here for quite some time and..are we ever going to, you know...do it?"  

Relief flushed over me now that I was brave enough to say it.

"You mean FUCK?" Yoongi replied, a slow smirk twisting his lips.

To be presented with a straightforward "fuck" made me blush and I had to admit, it did turn me on a little bit too.

"Go on, Diana." He sauntered closer, taking a step toward me, his hands hidden in the deep pockets of his long black coat. 

"Go ahead, say. The. Word."

"The word?" I asked innocently, truly mystified for a second before it dawned on me. 

I laughed out loud, "Aahh! The "F" word?" I smirk and Yoongi shifts even closer towards me. 

"I'm grown, Yoongi. I can say that word, I just choose to use something less.....I don't know, tactless  to describe an age old act of love!"

"This isn't love, Kitten."

"I know...." I grumble moodily, "This whole arrangement just feels useless. I'm supposed to be doing a job, right? But all I do is get dressed up everyday and wander around this boring, empty Palace! I'm sick of it! What kind of business is it that you even do, huh? I don't even know anything about you!"

The balling of his fists at his sides and the tight flex of his jaw is very subtle but still noticeable.

I can see the irritation mounting in his demeanour but I carry on anyway. 

"Why am I here, Yoongi? Tell me!"

"Diana, stop it..." He warns in a low tone through clenched teeth.

"Will you at least tell me where you go when you leave like this for so long?" I rage at him. Unleashing all my pent up emotion and frustration.

"If I'm never going to see you, I'll just leave!"

A strangled squeal of surprise bursts from my throat when Yoongi's open hand suddenly finds its way around it. 

His slender fingers ensnaring my neck, holding me firmly enough so that I couldn't move but not tight enough for it to hurt.

"Listen to me, Diana." He breaths out in a hushed gruff, "You don't get to ask questions and bully me. Let's be clear, I call the shots- you belong to me. If the concept of a 'doll' is lost on you, then let me go over it again..."

I stare back at him with watering eyes, shocked and frozen by this different side of Yoongi that I'd never seen before.

He was treating me like his property and after signing away my freedom for the next few months in that contract, well I guess.... I was.

He leans in, holding his lips close to my ear.

"You are my doll, I'll take you out and keep you with me whenever I choose to play with you. I'll have you by my side whenever I want you. But when I don't need you, you are to stay in your box and look pretty. Now haven't I been so generous in giving you such a beautiful box to live in, Kitten?"

His fingers tighten around me a little more for an answer and I gasp out, "Yes!"

"Good." He smiles a strangely warm smile as if nothing happened before letting me go.

I look back at him in shock as I catch my breath.

"Don't ever ask me anything about my work or my whereabouts again." Yoongi turns around to leave me standing there alone in the garden. 

Everything is silent except for the lively trickle from a nearby stone fountain.

"I'll see you at dinner." He calls out without turning back, "Wear something red."

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