It was better than he had ever imagined for himself. It matched every detail that the twenty-five year old male had ever envisioned for himself and more.

So why did it still feel so wrong?

I've earned this. Yoongi told himself as he let himself sink into the comfortable leather chair, his hands gripping onto the ends of the armrests of his throne. The studio chair was exactly what he needed to be able to sit in this very spot for hours on end and into the early parts of the morning to compose the pieces he's played over and over in his head.

Jiwoo promised him the fanciest equipment, which included the production program he's only ever dreamed about being able to get his hands on. He'd never be able to afford to buy it outright himself. And the electric piano that Jiwoo added felt so perfect under the young male's fingertips.

The monitors were extravagant. He had several, including a fifty-eight inch television screen above the rest of them to allow others to watch him work if he wanted, not that he had anyone who would come by... yet.

With the studio, Jiwoo had also promised to help him on his music production journey after he started to work on some pieces. Being in her position, she has connections to all of the right people.

She even took the time to make a sign for the outside of the studio, especially for him, naming his studio the 'Genius Lab'. It was literally everything he had ever wanted, so why was he feeling a consistent knot in his stomach every time he entered the room?

Yoongi's only been in the Genius Lab for an hour today, but he's found it difficult to stay focused. He's played around with a couple different melodies, adding different beats to try out the sounds, but nothing seems right. No matter what he tries, nothing is coming together.

Out of frustration, he shoves his chair away from the desk, letting out a loud groan. He decides to take a much needed break to clear his head. He's just in a funk today, that's all.

He makes his way over to the black couch against the wall that he requested to have, allowing himself to lie down, sprawling his limbs out over the surface.

This isn't the first time he's taken a necessary nap on the piece of furniture. He's only had the studio for a couple of weeks now and on multiple occassions, he's found himself staying in the room overnight, choosing to sleep on the not-so-comfy leather couch rather than sleeping in a bedroom he could never consider his.

Just as his eyes gently closed, the default ringtone of his phone started to blare from his pocket. He peeked at the screen and reluctantly answered.

"Hello?" he asked, his voice a tad groggy from how tired he suddenly felt. And it wasn't like he was excited to see what the other person on the line had to say.

"Hey sleeping beauty!" The voice on the other side said too cheekily, the excessive volume of it causing Yoongi to pull the phone away from his ear. "Did you just wake up?"

"I was just about to take a nap. Namjoon, what do you want?" Yoongi's tone had a bite to it. The younger man only calls him when he needed something. Yoongi didn't see the point of having useless chit-chat beforehand.

Namjoon dramtically hissed like he was being burned by the older's reaction. "Well jeez. I thought I'd be polite before I just came right out with it, but I guess we will just throw that out the window, Mr. Grumps." When Yoongi didn't make any comment to that, Namjoon let out a sigh. "Okay, hear me out."

Now anytime Namjoon starts a proposition with this, Yoongi can't help but roll his eyes because he knows exactly what the outcome will be. The younger will state what he wants, finding whatever means possible to try to get Yoongi to agree, and he'll win, proving to Yoongi every time that it was never his decision in the first place. Namjoon owned him.

"One of your old regulars, Mr. An, has been coming in every other night requesting your services. Now, I've already explained to him that you are no longer doing private sessions and that if he wanted to see you, he'd have to come on one of the nights you're performing."

Ah... Mr. An. Yoongi remembers him all too well.

He would say that Mr. An was more than just a regular. The man would visit almost every chance he had, and he only specifically requested Yoongi for services. The middle-aged man was clearly infatuated by the escort, and he would pay a hefty amount just to have Yoongi all to himself for a few hours a night.

The way the older man pined after Yoongi was flattering, but also concerning. It could come across as borderline creepy sometimes. It was one of the reasons that Yoongi wanted to get out of working at Teasers full time. He didn't feel safe.

"I know how you felt about Mr. An, Yoongs. I really do, but last night he approached me. He handed me a check and I'm not kidding you when I say that my eyes popped out of the sockets at the written amount. No one has ever offered this much for services. I already tried to recommend Seokjin's services, telling him that he's our most highly requested escort here, but he said it had to be you, Yoongi." Namjoon was almost pleading.

Yoongi scrunched his eyes shut and pinched the brige of his nose harshly. He was dissecting through everything his boss had recited.

Him and Namjoon have already made a deal. He didn't have to escort anymore with the amount that he was able to bring in from Jiwoo and with the promise that he would still perform a few times a month. Any additional prostitution services were supposed to be off the table for the older.

"Namjoon, I can't. With Jiwoo's deal, I'm not supposed to be escorting anymore."

For some reason, when thinking about selling himself out to another person, Jiwoo wasn't the first person that actually crossed his mind. He didn't feel like he would be portraying the woman; he felt like he was betraying someone else... It was odd.

He heard a tsk come from Namjoon. "We can keep it under the table from Jiwoo, Yoongi. And if she finds out, I can handle her. Besides, this transaction will help you get that much closer to paying our contract out. Not that I want you to do that at all, but realistically Yoongi, you'd be stupid not to take this."

The raven-haired male, shot up from his position on the couch, clenching the fist that wasn't holding the phone, unable to believe that he was seriously considering this.

But honestly, who was he kidding? His life wasn't even his own. And until he could completely pay out his and Namjoon's contract, he'd never be free from it.

"How much are we talking?"

When he and Namjoon got off the phone, Yoongi let himself fall back into the couch behind him. He rested his elbows on his knees and held his face in his hands, letting the sobs wrack through his whole body. He couldn't hold them back.

As soon as the call was over, Yoongi was reminded as to why his stomach hurt every time he set foot in his studio. It's because it's not really his.

Whenever he pays off his debt to Namjoon and he decides to leave Jiwoo for good, all of it will be taken from him. Every penny. The Genius Lab.

Jimin... not that he really has him in any sense. He can't. He's married to the boy's mother.

He'll be left with absolutely nothing. All he'll have is the freedom he thought he so desperately wanted.

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The atmosphere was intensely awkward in the Park's formal dining room. Jimin poked at the broccoli on his plate with his chopsticks, not really feeling hungry at the moment.

Jimin's mother was back from another one of her many business trips to wherever and insisted that they have a proper family dinner together. Complaining, "We haven't sat down and had a meal together since the night I introduced the two of you. Though it really doesn't count since you, so rudely, ran off."

So here the three of them were, all seated at the end of the ridiculously long dining room table. Jiwoo took the head of the table, while the step-dad and Jimin sat across from one another, blatantly avoiding eye contact at all costs.

The silence was shattered like glass as Jimin's mom let out an exaggerated sigh of contentment. "This is really nice, isn't it?" she rested her hands on the table and glanced back and forth between the two males.

Initially there wasn't a response from either of them, but eventually Yoongi reached over and clasped his hand with hers, intertwining their fingers. He softly smiled at the woman, "This was a great idea. It's very nice, sweetheart. Thank you."

And something about how Yoongi used a pet name for her that was very similar to the one he used for him made Jimin's gut twist. He wouldn't dare to glance at their interlocked hands. He felt too disgusted.

Suddenly, he really wasn't hungry. "I don't feel very good. I think I'm going to go back to my room. Thanks for this mom." He stood from his seat and bowed politely to the woman, trying to ignore Yoongi's concerned face. But before he could turn away, his mother stopped him.

"Have a seat anyway, Jimin. You don't have to eat the meal I had Ms. Kang prepare, but I have something I need to discuss with you." Judging by her raised eyebrow and annoyed expression, Jimin knew he wouldn't be able to escape this time.

Begrudgingly, the young man sat back down.

"I had a conversation over the phone with Mr. Kim this morning before my flight. And what he had to tell me was quite interesting." Jimin tilted his head in confusion. Did she mean Taehyung's dad?

"Did Taehyung ask you to move in with him?" The blonde male's eyes widened. It's almost been a week since Taehyung proposed that Jimin moved in with him, but he still had not given the other male an answer.

Jimin nodded, and he couldn't help but notice Yoongi's peculiar face. He seemed to look troubled, almost as much as he did.

"And why haven't you agreed to it yet?" She queried, perching her chin on her hand that was supported by her elbow on the table.

"I mean..." Jimin scratched the back of his head, looking for an unsuspicious answer. "I just thought that it might look... kind of... I don't know, bad if we were to move in together before marriage. The media might hound our families for it."

The woman looked unaffected by her son's answer, not agreeing nor disagreeing.
"Well, it's true that everyone might have something to say about it. But, Jimin honey, you're twenty-three years old. What can the media really say? If anything, people will be intimidated. The world's most valuable and desirable heirs have plans to be married someday." She clapped her hands together in excitement.

The blonde gulped at his mother's indications. It was really a household expectation that Jimin marries Kim Taehyung. Wait no, it wasn't just a household expectation, nor a company-wide expectation. It was the world's expectation.

The alliance between Park Industries and the Kim's Group was something that many business women and men were counting on.
"So," his mom continued, crossing her hands in front of her, "I expect for you to tell your boyfriend yes and that you have my blessing. I'll have the moving company here on Saturday."

There was that word 'expect' again. Jimin knew that there was nothing he could say to convince his mother otherwise. He couldn't come out and say, "No, mom. I don't like Taehyung and I've been sleeping with your hot husband for months now." He could never say that.

"Okay, mom. Thank you." Jimin tried to keep his tone light. And even though he attempted to ignore it, he couldn't help but notice the disheartened look on the other male's face as he exited the dining room.

And god, it crushed him.

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