Jimin sat quietly with a blank look on his face as he watched the movers bring in boxes full of all of his things into Taehyung's penthouse. All of the boxes had different labels instructing the workers to which room to place the items. But to Jimin, no matter where they placed his things, it wouldn't feel right.

His entire book collection, his childhood photos, his school yearbooks, none of them belonged in this apartment... because Jimin didn't belong in this apartment.

The blonde male sat still on the living room sofa in his usual spot, his elbows resting forward on his knees while his hands covered his cheeks.

This gives him a sense of deja vu. Watching each of the sweaty movers bring in another box of his belongings brings back the memories of the day that Min Yoongi moved into the Park mansion.

It's been a few months since then and a lot of things have changed. Jimin likes to think that he's changed a lot since that day, but there is one thing that has remained the same. Jimin has absolutely no control over his own life. It wasn't his choice to allow Yoongi to move in with them. Hell, he was appalled by the idea of Yoongi living there to become his mother's permanent play toy.

He can't help but wonder if the raven-haired male that day ever felt the way he does right now, like everything that he owned didn't belong... because realistically, he didn't belong.

He tried to end things with Taehyung, but it just didn't work out that way.

When the last worker finally left, Jimin allowed himself to fall all the way back on the couch and let out a giant, drawn-out huff of frustration.

Luckily Taehyung wasn't there to witness it. He had an emergency meeting pop up at his company that he was required to attend, leaving the blonde male alone in the penthouse for a couple of hours. Honestly, Jimin was grateful for it. It gave him some personal time to mope about before he had to slap on a happy face when the younger returned home.

He had a hunch that being alone here would be a common affair.

Jimin begrudgingly lifted himself off of the sofa. He started to wander around the excessively large apartment, looking inside each room and seeing piles of his boxes strewn about.

The master bedroom is where a majority of his boxes landed since he had a plethora of clothing he'd need to store away.

He sat in the center of the room on the expensive, fluffy carpet and opened the first box. He figures that Taehyung would be concerned to see that he left them all to sit, and he might as well keep himself busy until his 'boyfriend' gets back.

One box at a time, he emptied all the contents and placed them anywhere Taehyung had made room for him. Soon, the room was scattered with only empty boxes and now it was almost nine o'clock. The wall of windows showed the dark, starless night sky.

Jimin looks at his phone to confirm the time. He guesses he'll be having dinner alone, which he doesn't particularly mind.

He made his way to the kitchen, searching through the pantry and the refrigerator. He wasn't surprised to see that Taehyung had almost no food in his apartment. So take-out it was.

Just before Jimin placed the order, he heard the front door being opened. He can hear Taehyung grunt as he seems to struggle over toward the kitchen.

"Hey Jiminie!" Taehyung wore a large derpy smile while his arms were full of bags of food. Jimin hurried over to help the poor guy before he dropped all of the take-out bags on the wooden floors.

"Sorry I'm late... That meeting ran way longer than anyone had anticipated," Taehyung apologized. "I was worried that we'd have to miss out on dinner together on the first night that you're here, but I brought Chinese from your favorite place! Have you eaten already?"

"It's okay. I did some unpacking for a while. And no, I haven't eaten." Jimin shook his head, scratching his arm anxiously.

"Well, let's dig in then, shall we?" The younger male started to take all of the containers out of the bags, scattering them across the entire kitchen island. There was enough food to feed a large family, way too much for only two people, but leftovers were probably good since there was a lack of food in the apartment. "I wasn't sure what exactly you'd want, but I made sure to get all of your favorites, my Jiminie."

Jimin hated to admit it, but the gesture was thoughtful. It was enough of a redemption since his stomach was growling like crazy. He guesses that he can forgive his boyfriend for being so damn late. He made sure to show his gratitude with a sweet smile.

Once they filled their plates, they situated themselves in the dining area.

Though they've had many dates at Taehyung's apartment in the past that reflected this scenario, something just felt different. Maybe it was because Jimin knew he wouldn't be leaving later in the evening or first thing in the morning. He wasn't going home anymore because this was his new home. And the domesticity of it felt... wrong.

Jimin internally shook his head of his thoughts as Taehyung reached across the table and interlocked their hands, his large hand engulfing his tiny one. "I'm really glad you said yes," he whispered while caressing Jimin's hand with his thumb. "It's like you're giving me another chance... and I promise that I won't screw it up this time. I will do everything in my power to make you feel loved and cherished, whatever it takes. I love you, Jimin." He pulled the older's hand to his lips, leaving a soft peck.

Maybe a year ago, Jimin would have felt absolutely over the moon toward the feeling of the younger's lips against his skin. Now, it almost left behind a burning sensation that's reminding him of how wrong those lips are, partially because he doesn't deserve them from Taehyung for being a cheating monster, but also because they're not Yoongi's thin lips.

But nonetheless, Jimin put on a convincing grin and squeezed the other's hand. "I love you too."

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Yoongi secured the last ribbon of his garter belt with a huff, making sure his stockings were pulled up high enough, only to leave just enough skin showing. The spandex he was wearing left little to the imagination.

He hated the serving outfits Namjoon required them to wear. They were hardly practical for actually working, but at least the tips he received because of it were nice.

"Are you pouting again?" a familiar, annoying voice called out. Yoongi didn't have to look up to know who it was.

"Seokjin, can't you just shut up and let me hate my life as I please?" Yoongi jokes, but he frowned when the older didn't laugh.

Instead, Seokjin crossed his arms over his chest in unamusement. "You know, you complain a lot for someone who's done everything to himself."

"What are you talking about?" Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance, letting out a scoff. The older has always been too blunt, and maybe that's why he and Yoongi have never gotten along perfectly.

"I'm saying that all of the supposedly bad situations you are currently in have been by the doing of yourself. No one forced you to work here and sign that contract with Namjoon. No one made you marry that old hag. You did that all by yourself." Jin sat on a stool in front of the mirror to look at his reflection.

"Don't act like you know my life," Yoongi spat.

The older escort simply ignored his harsh tone, nonchalantly applying another layer of lip gloss to his thick lips and smacking them a few times. He turned back to Yoongi.

"Look, you have never had it that bad, Yoongi. From what you've told me before, you moved away from your parents right after high school because they didn't support your music dreams and you haven't had any contact since. I'll admit that they sound like pretty shitty parents. But you also told me that you already had a part-time job at a restaurant before coming here, but you chose to work here instead to make money faster. It was your choice and you knew what the contract entailed before you agreed to it."

Yoongi couldn't deny Seokjin's words because they were true. He knew that to become a music producer, he'd have to be able to invest a decent amount of money into his work for equipment and things, and his minimum wage pay wouldn't cut it since it was barely covering rent. He just happened to meet Namjoon at what seemed like the perfect time.

"I understand that you want out, but you have to deal with the consequences of your actions until you pay off your debt with Namjoon. Until then, suck it up and take each day at a time. Before you know it, this time of your life will be over."

This was probably the first time Yoongi has ever heard this much sincerity from the proud escort, and somehow, Seokjin's words were actually making him feel a little better.

"Now, agreeing to marry that old woman was stupid." Seokjin shook his head in disbelief. "Not sure how you were planning to get out of that one, buddy." He patted the younger's shoulder before heading toward the door.

And the moment's ruined. Yoongi deadpanned.

"By the way, Namjoon said that you have an extremely busy night, so be ready." Seokjin winked at the younger before making his exit.

Right as Seokjin made his leave, another male entered, one Yoongi was dreading to see.

"Hey Yoongi," Namjoon smiled widely, his dimples showing. "Did Seokjin just say my name?" He checked back behind him where Seokjin had walked down the hallway.

Yoongi grunted. "Yeah, he told me that you said I had a busy night ahead of me?" He questioned, quirking an eyebrow.

His boss started to awkwardly laugh, not expecting Yoongi to be aware of his plans for the evening. "Well... yes." He scratched the back of his head and avoided any eye contact from the older initially. "One of our performers called in. Apparently he came down with the chickenpox, so obviously he couldn't be here if that's the case. So I need you to cover his turn."

"What!?" Yoongi squawked in disbelief. "On top of the performance I'm already set to do? Why not have Seokjin do it? He actually likes it!"

"I already have him down a couple times this evening since it's Hoseok's night off." Namjoon shrugged. "You're just going to have to deal with it."

When Namjoon didn't leave immediately after that, Yoongi knew that there was more to be said.

"What else?" Yoongi asked, cutting straight to the chase, and the younger seemed to noticeably flinch at his agitated tone.

Namjoon took a big inhale of breath. "Mr. An is coming in this evening," he confessed. He paused, noticing how the escort seemed to tense at the man's name, his pupils dilated a bit. "He called ahead of time to find out if you would be here this evening."

Yoongi couldn't respond. He only stood there in thought. He wasn't even sure what exactly he was contemplating since he already knew what he was going to do.

"He's already booked one of the VIP rooms for later in the evening since I told him I needed you for two shows." When the older still didn't respond, Namjoon pressed, "It's a lot of money, Yoongs."

Yoongi groaned in frustration, pounding his fist on the makeup counter in exasperation. "You think I don't know that already!? I know it's too good to pass up, which is exactly why I'm not going to. But just know that I'll never forgive you after this." He turned his head away, closing his eyes in defeat.

"You were never going to forgive me for all these years anyways, am I right?." Namjoon slapped the counter in front of Yoongi twice, and turned to make his leave without another word.

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Sorry if this chapter seems more like a filler. We're about to get to some juicy stuff, so get ready!

I've been thinking about you all a lot lately. I hope you're all doing okay during these times. If you ever need someone to talk to, just know that I am here!

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