Namjoon & Jungkook

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The glass walls of the skyscraper reflected the setting sun, painting the office in shades of scarlet and gold. Namjoon, arms crossed over his chest, looked out at the city below him, his face, usually smooth and calm, now clouded with a slight frown. Beside him, at a massive dark wooden desk, Jungkook clutched a stylus, his gaze fixed on a hologram of a financial report. Both men, in their mid-thirties, exuded an aura of power and inaccessibility, their presence filling the space with a cool, almost tangible energy.

In their life, so orderly and subordinated to the logic of business, there was one element that did not fit into the strict framework - Jimin. Nineteen years old, fragile, with eyes full of naivety and childish spontaneity, he was their... acquisition. Not love, not a partner, but rather a valuable, but soulless object that they kept in their golden cage.

Jimin sat in the living room, surrounded by luxury that felt foreign to him. Expensive furniture, art he didn't understand, and silence broken only by the ticking of a designer clock. He was provided for, his needs met instantly, but it didn't bring him joy. His days were spent waiting, trying to guess his husbands' moods, afraid to break their unspoken rules.

Jimin stood by the door, tying the laces of his sneakers. The simple act seemed like an act of rebellion in this world of ostentatious luxury. He was going for a walk, a short foray into reality.

“Jimin,” Namjoon’s voice sounded cold and commanding, sending shivers down his spine. “Going somewhere?”

"Go for a walk," Jimin stood up, pursing his lips and reaching for the door handle when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Jungkook. He left the office when he heard Namjoon and Jimin talking.

"I think you forgot something," Jungkook pulled Jimin away from the door more roughly than he had planned. "If you need attention, there's me, there's Namjoon."