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Namjoon is head over heels.
He didn’t want to admit it, but it is now undeniable. He and Jimin don’t stop kissing, of course. He still has to get his money’s worth, doesn’t he? It becomes a running joke between them. After each and every date, the two return to Jimin’s room to carry out a contractually required kiss. Or two. Or four. Namjoon calls it his government sanctioned kiss. Jimin laughs every time.
The constant kissing brings up another issue. Namjoon knows Jimin is being genuine when he begs for sex. He certainly isn’t just trying to fulfil his contract.
Of course, the hot and heavy make outs make both Jimin and Namjoon unbearably hard. Tonight, Jimin is panting in his lap, his legs on either side of his thighs.
“Please,” he whines softly, his voice almost breaking. “I know you want it too.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” Namjoon leans in and kisses Jimin’s temple. “I just can’t do it while I’m paying for you,” he mumbles into his skin. “I’d feel disgusting and probably go soft.” It’s likely not true, no one with a pulse would go soft during sex with Jimin, he believes. While Namjoon doesn’t consider himself the most moral of people, he still cannot do it.
Jimin pulls back and pouts, but he relents as usual, sitting down beside Namjoon in a more safe position. What they both are thinking goes unsaid. If Namjoon stops paying for Jimin, yes they could have sex, and maybe even a normal relationship, but how would Jimin earn a living? He’d have to take on a new client and god, neither of them want that.
Jimin now knows he doesn’t want Namjoon to leave his life. He worries that their only choice is to continue living in this strange limbo, acting exactly like a happy couple and pretending the contract doesn’t exist. Jimin’s never had this much money in his life, but it’s still not enough to find his own place and get a new job. He can only hope that Namjoon one day gets over his aversion to paying for sex. The more Jimin thinks about it, however, the more he understands Namjoon’s point of view. He himself is beginning to feel strange about it and a part of him would be disappointed if Namjoon gave in.
The solution to their problem comes when they least expect it. Namjoon’s boss retires, moving everybody up the corporate ladder, so to speak. His manager becomes the new boss, and Yoongi becomes the new manager. Still guilty for once referring to Jimin as a sex-doll, Yoongi immediately abuses his position and offers Jimin a job.
“You’re smart, and passionate. We could use that around here.” Yoongi explains to Jimin.
Jimin sits in his office, flabbergasted. “But I’ve never grown a plant in my life.”
“You can learn. Although I think you’ll do better in our social justice department, if I’m being honest.” Yoongi says, cryptically.
Jimin shuffles a little in his seat, but he doesn’t look put out. Rather, he’s intrigued. “Is that what…the weapons are for?”
Yoongi smirks.
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Namjoon and Jimin end their contract the same day Jimin starts his new job. He’s so busy learning the ropes, he and Namjoon don’t see each other much. There’s no planned dates anymore, only quick smiles when they pass each other in the hallways.
Jimin moves into Jienne and Hoseok’s spare room. The three roommates become joined at the hip, going everywhere with each other and laughing loudly in the staff kitchen at inside jokes Namjoon doesn’t understand. It makes him smile. Jimin is free.
Yoongi must have an eye for good recruits. It isn’t long after Jimin joins that a young man with huge bambi eyes joins the brigade. To Namjoon, Jungkook looks like a baby, but when he sees him for the first time dressed in black with a couple of daggers slung around his body, Namjoon knows looks can be deceiving. He learns this lesson once more when Jimin rounds the corner.
Jimin’s got various weapons strapped to him too, but he shrugs on a black woolen coat that makes him look like some kind of young, rich trophy husband. He still has his pink hair too, Namjoon notes. He would have been sad to see it go.
“Ready to go?” Jimin asks Jungkook before he catches sight of Namjoon. “Oh, what are you doing here?” His eyes light up, his smile bunching up his cheeks.
“Ah, I was just passing through,” he explains. “Heading out on a mission?”
“Yes,” Jimin beams. “I’m going to charm a very bad man and then I’m going to tie him up.” Namjoon doesn’t ask for further details.
“I’m just there for backup,” Jungkook admits. “Jimin probably won’t need my help at all.”
“Of course I will,” Jimin slaps Jungkook’s arm. Namjoon isn’t exactly jealous, no, but his heart gives a little painful pang.
“I wish you all the best,” he smiles. “Have fun.”
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A month passes.
Namjoon misses Jimin terribly, but he knows he’s not alone in this. Jimin seeks him out whenever he can, whether it’s to peek over his shoulder in the lab to see what he’s doing, or it’s to ask a question he obviously already knows the answer to. Namjoon is happy to play along.
The others can’t understand their behaviour. Why don’t they just go back to how they used to act? They don’t understand that things aren’t so simple. Jimin needs to learn how to be his own person, out in the real world. Namjoon needs to get over his crippling guilt for ever paying for Jimin in the first place.
At last, the tension snaps in a rather unexpected way. Kim Taehyung is a new recruit, excellent with both plants and guns. Like Jimin, he worked in ‘Love on the Cheap’ as a blue-haired beauty, although Namjoon doesn’t remember ever coming across him. It seems that Yoongi’s taken to recruiting people from unexpected places, ‘Love on the Cheap’ being his most preferred location.
It’s Taehyung’s very first day on the job when he gives Namjoon a smirk and squeezes his admittedly beefy bicep. “God, is being hot a job requirement here or something?”
Jimin is unfortunately - or maybe fortunately? - present when this happens. Like a feral cat, he rushes over and snatches Taehyung’s arm away, his face in a scowl. Taehyung’s eyes widen at first, but then he is laughing. Laughing hysterically.
A couple of hours later, when the work day is done, Jimin and Namjoon are crashing into Namjoon’s apartment, already kissing and tugging at each other’s clothes. Namjoon kicks the door shut as Jimin hops on one foot, yanking his shoes off.
“I need you to fuck me. Now,” Jimin demands.
“Yes,” Namjoon growls, unable to come up with something more eloquent.
Jimin looks out of place on his grey bed sheets, with the lights of the city shining on his soft skin. He’s too bright, too beautiful. Namjoon’s hands shake as he tugs off their final layers. He’s not nervous, per say, he’s just desperate. Utterly desperate to sink his cock into Jimin and satisfy the man he’s come to love.
Jimin has always had ‘fuck me’ eyes, if Namjoon’s being honest, but now they’re just outrageous. Namjoon is helpless but to give in, moving quickly to grab the lube and slather some onto his fingers.
“Please, please,” Jimin mutters, barely audibly. With his hands under his knees, he throws his head back when Namjoon slips his fingers in, pretty pink hair like a halo on the grey pillow. Jimin is so responsive, his moans picking up in volume with each finger Namjoon adds.
Finally, Jimin is ready. As Namjoon leans over his lover, dick in hand, he swears his heartbeat is louder than the hum of the city outside. Louder than the vehicles, the planes, the people on the streets below. Maybe his heart isn’t really louder, but his ragged breaths certainly are. Jimin isn’t much better. He gasps into Namjoon’s mouth as his cock catches on his rim. Slowly, Namjoon sinks into the tight warmth, finally doing what he’s wanted to do for a very long time.
He cannot stop staring at Jimin as they rock together. “You’re so beautiful, fuck,” he gasps.
Jimin laughs, breathlessly, but it dissolves into moans. He grips at Namjoon’s body like he’s scared he’ll leave. As if Namjoon ever would. Jimin is like the strongest drug out there and Namjoon fears he’ll never get enough. His shitty bed creaks, probably annoying the downstairs neighbours. An ad-bus flies by his window, singing a shitty jingle for a shitty hardware store. Namjoon is in heaven.
When Jimin comes, he cries out and squeezes hard around Namjoon. Namjoon talks him through it, his voice low and reassuring. When Jimin collapses back into the sheets, his face relaxing, Namjoon pulls out and tugs at himself fast and hard until he’s painting Jimin’s body white, his cum shining in the light pollution.
Jimin smiles and huffs out a laugh. He throws his hand onto his sweaty forehead. “I love you, fuck,” he beams.
Namjoon smiles back just as widely and runs his hands down Jimin’s soft thighs. “I love you, too, Jimin.”
They may have met in an unconventional way, but Namjoon is so relieved they did. He thanks every star in the universe that he decided to do something out of the ordinary for once in his mundane life that fateful day. Jimin, with his pink hair and gorgeous smile, his bright laugh and tiny hands, his pout when he’s upset, his eyes full of warmth... Jimin is the burst of sweetness Namjoon needed in his life.
He also wants Jimin on his sour days, when he’s at his worst and in a bad mood and his black roots are growing in and he doesn’t feel like smiling. When he’s messy and human and far from the model in the window. Namjoon wants it all.
He looks down at Jimin beneath him, flushed and sticky and beautiful, his eyes fluttering closed with exhaustion. He’ll have to tell him all of this - his most honest and profound revelation. Jimin would want to know, wouldn’t he?
But for now, Namjoon smiles down at his love and simply admires him. He’ll tell him in the morning. They have plenty of time, after all.