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For being just after midday on a Monday afternoon, traffic wasn't as bad as it usually is. But that didn't mean Jimin wasn't anxious to get where he was going because he had big news and he was so giddy he could hardly stand it.
But he was still a little sad at the same time, because opening up one door means closing another and this door had been something so meaningful for him the past three years. He had to keep reminding himself that this was going to happen eventually anyway and this is what he had been working towards for so long.
When the taxi stopped, Jimin handed over his credit card and pouted a little that the last thing he would use it on was a taxi. Not that he ever went on shopping binges with it, but he should have bought something for himself as a goodbye. It would have been expected. Tucking the card back in his wallet when it was handed back, he climbed out of the cab and headed for the front door.
The usual doorman smiled politely at him and opened the doors, welcoming him home. Not that it was Jimin's real home, but he had spent the majority of his afternoons here for the past two years. He headed for the elevator, swiping his keypass to gain access and stepping in when the door opened. With a sigh, he leaned up against the wall and watched the numbers climb up and up until the elevator stopped with a ding of a bell.
Jimin was not a materialistic person, but he did like nice things. He liked the comforts of knowing his bills were paid and he had food and if he wanted to buy something, he could. It wasn't that he feared being poor or anything, but he had grown up with a certain way of life. When his parents died in an accident shortly after he started college, his entire security net had fallen away. What little he got from his parents had been enough to cover tuition for the next year, and not much else.
That's where Daddy had come in.
Unlocking the door to the apartment, Jimin toed off his shoes and dropped his bag off on the hall table before going to the kitchen in search of a bottle of water. After two years, he was used to the expensive decorations and fine furniture and great views of the city. He had been overwhelmed by it at first, but now it was as easy as breathing to splay himself out on the italian leather sofa and wait for the owner of their little hideaway to come.
Jimin had heard of these kinds of arrangements when he was looking for jobs to pay his rent. One of his classmates told him about how she had a rich old man paying for all of her expenses for something as easy as sucking dick. She'd told Jimin that maybe he could find a rich older widow looking for a bit of attention from a pretty younger boy.
He hadn't really put it much thought until a few months later when he got his first eviction notice.
It took two weeks and rejecting plenty of weirdos before Jimin had got a message on the website his classmate had told him about. A man who went by the handle Sugadaddy who wanted to help Jimin get through school. Nothing weird, just some companionship.
But the first time Jimin met the man, a man who was half the age Jimin was expecting, he'd agreed pretty quickly to the arrangement.
Twice a week, Jimin would come to the agreed upon location, and keep the man company. They weren't to talk about their lives. They weren't to use real names, and if at any time Jimin wanted to break the agreement, he just had to say so.
So that's how he met Daddy. A man not much taller than himself whose hair color seemed to change on a whim. Jimin knew nothing about him other than he had a huge bank account, a black level credit card with Jimin's name on it, and a fat dick that Jimin loved to suck.
When the door opened and closed, Jimin perked up and set the water bottle on the floor next to the couch.
"Baby?" Daddy called and Jimin rolled onto his bell, letting his ass lift up a little.
"In here Daddy."
Jimin grinned when Daddy came around the corner, his newly black hair perfectly brushed and styled. Some days it was a rat's nest from him running and tangling his fingers in it from work related stress, and sometimes it was immaculate. Jimin pouted a little because the days where it was a mess where the days Daddy would fuck him the best.
"Hey, everything okay?" Daddy asked, shrugging off his tweed jacket to lay across the loveseat. "We don't usually meet on Mondays."
"No, but I have good news today," Jimin said, propping his head up on his palm. "Well, kind of good news."
Daddy frowned a little, undoing his watch as he sat down on the coffee table. "You know the rules Baby, no real life stuff."
"I know," Jimin said, averting his eyes. "But this is kind of important and it means things will change."
Setting the watch down next to him, Daddy still looked concerned and maybe even a little worried? It was an odd expression for him to have, but Jimin supposed he'd be worried too.
"Alright, what is it?" Daddy asked, clasping his hands in front of him, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
Jimin slowly sat up, twisting around to cross his legs under him. "I got a job. A really good job," he said, fussing with the sleeves of his striped sweater. It was one of the first things Daddy had bought especially for him and it was his favorite. "You always said that we could end this when I felt like I could support myself. So, tonight is going to be our last night."
"Oh," Daddy's eyes slowly opened and closed and he sat back up straight. "Well. That's great. I'm… I guess I'm proud of you? Congratulations."
"Thanks," Jimin chewed on his bottom lip, gauging Daddy's mood.
Sometimes when he heard something he didn't like he'd brood for a while, drink a finger of whiskey while Jimin would blow him. Other times he'd tie Jimin up to the bedposts and spanked him till he cried. And then there were the few times where Daddy would let Jimin ride him for as long as Jimin wanted and not touching him no matter how much he begged.
Jimin wondered what kind of mood this would bring out of him, and what he was in store for on their final night.
"Well, I'm a little sad, I would have gotten you a gift if I'd known," Daddy said. "But I'll make sure to drop you a larger portion this week, as a goodbye."
Jimin's eyes widened and he shook his head. "No, you don't… the regular amount is fine."
Daddy leaned forward, cupping Jimin's cheek with his large hand. "I want to. You've been so good for me the past few years. I appreciate how good you've been. You've been the best, most well behaved baby. You've ruined me for anyone else."
Jimin swallowed roughly at that, keening into Daddy's touch. He would miss these hands, he knew he would. "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not."
Chuckling, Daddy slowly stood up and pushed his other hand through Jimin's pink hair. It was the color Daddy liked best on him, said it made him look like a cotton candy fairy. "I know you're not. You're a good baby but you've got a mean streak in you."
"You've never complained," Jimin said, not needing to be told to unzip Daddy's pants and fish out his cock. He hoped this wasn't going to be the last time he had this in his mouth tonight. He hoped maybe Daddy would let him be a cockwarmer for just a little while later, after dinner. It was one of his favorite things to do for Daddy while he enjoyed his after dinner drink.
But now, he knew he was nothing more than a hole to fuck as he opened his mouth. Daddy gripped Jimin's hair when Jimin sucked the flaccid dick into his mouth and worked it to life with his lips and tongue. Before long, Daddy was holding his head still and fucking his mouth. It was the way he liked the first blow job of the night. Something to rut into and be in complete control. Jimin always wondered what Daddy's job was that caused him so much stress he had to work it out on Jimin's body, but he couldn't know. He probably never would know.
Jimin made the mistake of looking up at Daddy while tears were streaming down his cheeks. Daddy's smirk was feral, enjoying using Jimin until he was coming down his throat. Jimin had long since learned not to choke on it, swallowing and making sure he got every last drop. Daddy pulled out when he was spent and leaned down to kiss the tear tracks on his cheeks. "Thank you Baby," he murmured. "How about some italian tonight?"
No matter how much they limited talking about their lives, there was never a lack of things to talk about between them. They always had a rich and rewarding conversation during dinner. Sometimes about sex, other times about local news and celebrity gossip. Nothing either of them said gave a hint as to who they were in real life, other than Jimin was a student and Daddy a worker. Jimin didn't know if he had any siblings, a significant other (though he was pretty sure Daddy didn't). But Daddy didn't know what Jimin was studying in school. Had never talked about his major of vocals. How he wanted to be a vocal trainer. How he loved to dance. He never talked about any of it, or showed any of those skills when they were together.
Though Daddy had figured out pretty quickly that because of Jimin's dancing, he was pretty flexible. Maybe Daddy caught on to Jimin's love of singing when he would sing in the shower, but everyone sang in the shower.
And yeah, Jimin was really sad that he wouldn't see Daddy again after this. Daddy had been such a huge part of his life for so long that it was going to be like losing a best friend. Maybe even like a breakup. Jimin wasn't going to cry though. Because this is what he had wanted and he'd always known this was coming.
After dinner was eaten and taken care of, Daddy made Jimin go take a long bath, which Jimin knew was code for making sure he was extra squeaky clean. Daddy was going to do the thing Jimin loved best and he could hardly bath and clean himself out fast enough.
By the time he emerged from the bathroom in nothing but the black silk robe Daddy liked him in and nothing else, Jimin gasped slightly to see the room had been transformed by lit candles and black satin sheets on the bed.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" Jimin asked, gingerly stepping towards the bed where Daddy was waiting for him.
"It's our last night, I figured make it special," Daddy said, drawing Jimin down onto his lap. "Too much?"
Jimin chewed at his lip, looking around at the candles and wanting to say that of course it wasn't, but it felt too-
"It's too romantic," Jimin said finally, scratching his nails through Daddy's hair. "I'm just your baby, not your boyfriend."
"Noted," Daddy said, a twinge of an embarrassed smile before he pulled Jimin down into a kiss. It was slow, and meaningful and the kind of kisses that Jimin groaned into. Daddy liked kissing, and some days that's all they would do. Kissing for hours and working themselves up without release. That was saved for the sleepy morning sex that turned into rolling around all day in bed together. Jimin pushed those thoughts aside, and focused on where Daddy was touching him under the robe.
Jimin had been right, Daddy did the thing Jimin loved the most and that was using his incredibly skilled tongue to rim him and eat him out for longer than absolutely necessary. Jimin couldn't count the number of times Daddy had made him come from his tongue alone, completely untouched. But Daddy didn't let him topple over that edge this time, edging him a few times before he turned Jimin over onto his back.
Having thoroughly prepped himself earlier, Jimin hummed at Daddy's finger that tested how stretched he was before fucking his wrapped up dick inside of him. Jimin loved this feeling, this feeling of being so full and being fucked so well. Daddy knew just how to move his hips, just how to touch Jimin the places he wanted but couldn't voice out. Daddy knew that Jimin liked to change up positions often, never letting him get bored or used to any one sensation. Jimin was pretty sure he was ruined for the rest of his life, cause no other man would ever be able to fuck him this well.
Jimin came between them when Daddy had pulled Jimin into his lap and let Jimin fuck himself back on Daddy's cock. It was the deepest he could get that fat cock inside him and he loved the feel of sliding up and down on it. He also liked that he could lay his arms over Daddy's shoulders and kiss him feverishly before he came with a cry.
And of course, Daddy was super attentive in cleaning up and helping Jimin come down from his high. He was gentle with a wet washcloth and rubbed Jimin's calves and thighs where his muscles burned. Daddy was something else, and if Jimin cried a little because of how much e was going to miss him, well, he wouldn't because he said he wasn't going to.
Jimin fell asleep happy and warm and snuggled into Daddy's back. He liked being the big spoon, the creamy smooth skin of the back of Daddy's neck felt so nice on his nose. And Daddy seemed to like that Jimin would wrap his arms around his waist and tuck their legs together. It was nice, and gentle and soft and exactly what Jimin needed.
In the morning, Jimin woke before Daddy, and for the first time, he didn't wake him up with kisses or soft scratches to his side. What he did was slide out of bed, get dressed and head out to the kitchen. Jimin didn't have any personal effects here. Everything was Daddy's. Any gifts Jimin got from him were at his apartment. So there wasn't much he had to put in his bag, but there were a few things he had to take out.
Jimin left the keycard for the elevator and the credit card on the counter before zipping up his bag and leaving. Jimin hated goodbyes.
A week later and Jimin was taking a deep breath before heading into the building. The company that had hired him was on the fourth floor, and the bright splash of RS Entertainment written on the wall of the lobby greeted him when he got off the elevator. There wasn't much to the offices that he could see. A small lobby, a hallway off to the right and another to the left. When he'd had his interview, he'd been taken to a door down the left hallway and he was eager to see what was down the right hallway.
There was a man hunched over the computer at the front desk, squinting at the monitor. He either didn't notice Jimin or was ignoring him. So Jimin parked himself in front of the desk and cleared his throat.
The man looked up, mouth agape and wide eyes blinking at him. "Uh, hi?" he said, his voice low and smooth and not what Jimin was expecting to come out of his mouth.
"Hi? My name's Jimin, I'm starting today," Jimin said, bright smile in place.
"Oh, cool!" The man said, turning away to stare at the monitor again. Jimin waited five seconds but it was clear this secretary had no intentions of helping him.
"Um, so, where should I go?" Jimin asked, trying to keep up his smile.
"I honestly have no idea, ask Namjoon," the man said, not looking away.
"Right, where would I find him?" Jimin pressed. "It's my first day."
"In his office," the man motioned to the hall on the right. "If he's not there he's in the studio."
Jimin should have expected this, the guy who'd interviewed him said he would have to be self reliant since they were such a small company. But really, that was the worst secretary he'd ever met in his life.
Huffing a little, Jimin tugged on the hem of his shirt and headed down the hallway. There were a lot of doors, some labeled, some not, but he figured the one that was labeled Kim Namjoon, President was the right door. He knocked first, and listened carefully before a voice called him in.
Kim Namjoon was the man Jimin had the interview with the week before. A tall man with an imposing look to him, but the softest smile and cutest dimples that shaved off a bit of that edge to him. Not by a lot, but enough that Jimin didn't cower when he poked his head in the door.
"Ah, Jimin! I was wondering if you'd got lost," Namjoon said, getting to his feet. His office was all bare woods and colorful fabrics. Tapestries and posters were hung up around the room with obvious care. The only thing that was out of place was a shelf that ran the length of the wall with toys in various shapes and sizes.
"Sorry if I'm late, your secretary wasn't very helpful," Jimin said, not wanting to speak ill of a fellow employee on his first day.
"Secretary?" Namjoon blinked at him, motioning towards one of the brown leather chairs in front of the desk.
"Yes, at the front desk? He didn't seem interested in helping me," Jimin said, hesitantly sitting down.
"Ah, you mean Taehyung," Namjoon said, and the way he said that name with a heavy sigh was everything Jimin needed. "He's not a secretary, he's the stylist and photographer. We don't have a secretary yet, still hiring for one of those."
"Oh," Jimin blinked a little. "I'm sorry, I assumed."
"No, it's okay," Namjoon laughed a little, shaking his head. "He has his own office, but for some reason he keeps sitting out there and confusing everyone who walks in. It wouldn't be so bad if he would at least answer the phone but, ah well."
Jimin echoed Namjoon's laugh, though it was a little uncomfortable. He wasn't sure what to make of any of this, but it was his first real job and he was going to do whatever it took to do a good job. If that included getting along with a strange photographer and stylist, then he would.
"Well, why don't we go on a little tour," Namjoon said, clapping his hands together. "Meet the group, and my partner in the business, the producer."
"Sounds great," Jimin said, perking up. Meeting the talent, and the people he would be working with closely was a little intimidating, but considering this was a new label that didn't have any debuted artists yet, it wasn't like he was meeting any celebrities.
They left the office, Jimin trailing behind and listening earnestly to Namjoon. He pointed out which office would be his and how it was right next to the studio. The recording light was on so Namjoon said they'd come back to meet Yoongi when they were done. Jimin liked the look of his office and couldn't wait to turn it into his own space.
Taehyung had disappeared from the front desk, but found him in another room with three others.
"And this is the practice room," Namjoon said. "Where people are supposed to be practising, not gossiping."
"We weren't gossiping," a man said, his nose up the air. "Tae said there's a new employee and he was telling us all about him."
"His name's Jimin, and he's the new vocal coach," Namjoon said. "And you," he pointed at the man who'd spoken first, "be on your best behavior Seokjin."
"Me?" Seokjin looked aghast, hand to his chest. "Why, whatever could you mean?"
"You know what I mean," Namjoon said. "Jimin, this is Seokjin, one of the vocalists, please be careful of him. And then there's Jungkook, the other vocalist, and Hoseok."
Jungkook was a tank of a kid, but his smile was super sweet and his eyes so bright they were shimmering. Hoseok, had a smile that rivaled the sun and was up on his feet to greet Jimin with an awkward hug.
"Hi! Welcome to the family! I'm Hoseok. I'm the rapper, dancer, and a singer," Hoseok said, slapping Jimin hard on the back.
"Wow, all of that?" Jimin was impressed there was so much talent in one person. But, he hadn't seen any of their skills yet so, talent remained to be seen.
"Yup! And I'm the choreographer, cause Joon's too cheap-"
"I'm not cheap, I'm broke," Namjoon huffed.
"Oh, I can help with that too," Jimin said, perking up. "I'm a dancer too."
"That so?" Hoseok was eyeing him eagerly. "Show us something?"
"Maybe later," Namjoon said, snagging Jimin by the shoulders. "You three need to get back to work, and Tae? Please stop using the front desk computer?"
"But how else am I going to see you everyday?" Taehyung asked, batting his eyes at Namjoon.
"... You don't need to see me everyday," Namjoon sighed. Jimin wondered if that sigh was reserved for Taehyung.
"But I want to," Taehyung pressed, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Let's finish up the tour, shall we Jimin?" Namjoon said, turning Jimin around and nearly pushing him out the door. "Be very careful of those four," he said. "They're always conspiring against me."
"I don't understand," Jimin said, and he didn't. He didn't understand anything.
"You'll find out," Namjoon said with a grimace. "Come on, looks like Yoongi's done. Let's go say hi."
Jimin perked up again. Namjoon had waxed poetic about Yoongi's producing skills during the interview, and had been apologetic that he hadn't been there to do the interview together. So Jimin was very eager to meet this man who Namjoon was putting a lot of his hopes about the future of their company on.
"Yoongi and I started this company about two months ago," Namjoon said as they walked. "We left really good jobs at an established label. Put all of our money into this place because we had a vision of doing really good music that wasn't so formulaic. We wanted to write our music, and sign talented people. Those three you met, that's our first group, Remedy. They'll be debuting in a few months and if they fail…"
"I'm sure they won't," Jimin said. He couldn't imagine if they did, because then he'd be out of a job within a year of graduating and what would he do then?
"Well, that's why I need you," Namjoon said. "Yoongi is great with beats and producing, but he can't tell a singer how to hit a note. You'll be working really close with him on their album."
"I'm looking forward to it," Jimin said. And he was. He couldn't wait to get started and hear them sing and help mold them into successful singers. He was excited to be a part of that.
Namjoon tapped on the door, glancing at the recording sign that was now turned off. The door swung open and Namjoon stepped in first, blocking Jimin's view briefly. He caught a turned back in a black shirt from around Namjoon's shoulders as it went back to sitting at the mixing board.
"Hey, Yoongi, I want you to meet our new vocal coach," Namjoon said, stepping out of the way. Jimin stopped as the man in the chair slowly swiveled back around and Jimin's heart froze in his chest.
Even if he was dressed in a tshirt and jeans with his hair pushed back under a snapback, he'd recognize that face. He'd recognize those parted in surprise lips and widened eyes.
Jimin didn't even think, just blurted out in shock. "Daddy?"