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When you have a generous, hot and and a level-headed sugar daddy who pays you heftly for your company, why would you want another job－ an actual one, that would clearly demand more from you? 

Jimin knows Namjoon would want to ask the other if he needed more money. But Jimin already feels bad enough that he doesn't feel like his looks and his status of wealth is worthy enough to walk hand-in-hand with Namjoon in lavish parties. 

Signing up on that website, Jimin didn't know his situation was going to turn around like this. He's read and heard people talking about how their sugar daddies or mommies try to take what they are consenting to give. Jimin had been afraid. But he really, really , need to pay his mom's hospital bills. Jimin believes Namjoon didn't need to know what the money's for and he is glad that Namjoon never bring the topic of money. He gets it, why would Namjoon talk about something that he already had plenty of. 

But Namjoon loves to talk about the world, cultures and languages that Jimin can never even pronounce. Sometimes, Jimin catches his own self lost in Namjoon's eyes, and his lips, slightly wondering what it would taste on his. It's a huge distraction, those lips. 

The misconception about sugar daddies that all Jimin had was cleared after spending months, arranging and coming to terms with what works for the both of them. Namjoon is thoughtful and he fills every room with happiness with his mysteriously charming smile. Every time Jimin sees his dimple, his heart melts. 

Namjoon travels a lot, too. And he brings souvenirs for Jimin whenever. Every gift, though hesitant, Jimin accepts with a smile. Namjoon would give his cheeks a little kiss. 

This summer, Namjoon has been gone for a while and Jimin knows until he gets a Job that can pay him while Namjoon is away, he cannot pay his bills－ both his moms' s and his own. 

That's why Jimin has been looking for a job all summer but every application is returned with "we apologize but the vacancy has been filled.''

He had decided to give up on the idea of finding a job all summer when he receives a call from the 'Pawfect Blend' a cat cafe in Seoul. 

Jimin almost doesn't answer the call at ass o'clock in the morning but thanks to his alarm he has been up for a while, and he near damn falls from his bed when the other end of the line informs him about how he is hired now (but he needs to come for an interview) now－Jimin wonders, why?  and to show up in the evening.

Now, It's almost the summer's end and he has to start his classes soon and this semester, it's only going to get harder and more hours and less time with Namjoon But maybe he can negotiate for a flexible timing with the owner.

So he shows up to work that evening, to a cafe half full of people and cats running everywhere and he squeals a little " heaven ."

This café is cozy (and somehow familiar? he knows that he's seen a  picture of it from somewhere) and decorated with warm colors except for the varnished brown counter on the far left edge of it. The air is heavy with the smell of coffee and cat food and jimin scrunches his nose. 

Jimjn can't see any familiar face that he already met from the interview so he walks in small steps towards the counter,  avoiding the food plates lain for the kittens, and their fuzzy tails. 

There is a barista is working the coffee machines which jimin has no idea about but the thought of learning to make coffee excites him. that person doesn't turn around and Jimin clears his throat for the fourth time. 

"Hello," he turns around, a little pout on his lips and jimin cannot help but let his jaw fall open.

"H- hello?" Jimin is really confused. 

The man standing in front of him, with blonde streaks in his black hair that Jimin has touched many times, lips that Jimin wanted to kiss for a long time, stares right back at him, with equal confusion. 

“Umm, the machine's not working right now and perhaps wait a while till I can fix this?” 

Jimin sees Namjoon's cheeks flush. What is his sugar daddy doing in a cat cafe… as a barista?

“I'm actually here for the job? for barista's assistant?”

“Oh, Yoongi didn't tell me it's tonight, I'm going to strangle his tiny self,” he scoffs while turning to Jimin, a hint of frustration visible on his face, indicated by the way his brows are knit together and loosens to another endearing pout in his lips. 

That's how Jimin ends up in a cafe Namjoon owns, where he sometimes serves coffee. He says that he had initially wanted to be a barista and learn all the forms of coffee art. 

Jimin wants to ask Namjoon why he hasn't called Jimin after his trip but he feels like he has no right. It is only that day Jimin saw Namjoon in the cafe. Namjoon didn't ask Jimin questions but every time they meet for another party during the summer, whenever he catches Namjoon looking at Jimin, he knows that Namjoon wants to ask questions.

That's why Jimin tells him about the accident, and how that had paralysed his mother waist down and bedridden. How Jimin spends the time in her hospital room, studying and always ready to assist if she needs him. Namjoon holds his hand throughout his story and Jimin feels like his stomach is going to vomit it self out from his throat. He's been close to Namjoon, but not like this. 

Namjoon is sitting with him, under a tree on the edge of a cliff, sitting next to him, shoulder to shoulder, taking Jimin's hand in his, humming and squeezing Jimin's hand as the younger speaks about his life, university and his really adorable best friend. 

Namjoon asks Jimin if he's allowed to kiss him. And it's nothing sexual and not hurried like he's seen in movies. Namjoon kiss him deep and slow, as if he is making sure he is doing this right. Jimin takes what Namjoon gives him, imprinting in his mind every move that the older's lips make on his own, how Namjoon's tongue poked his bottom lip and how willingly Jimin opens his mouth to give room. 

Jimin really likes the fact that Namjoon wanting to kiss him every chance they get. Now, when he's with the other at parties, he isn't ashamed to say that he's Namjoon's boyfriend, because it's truer and all the feelings inside him spills like a dam overfilled with water that it can't handle, whenever someone would ask him why is he dating Namjoon. 

And Namjoon would find him in a crowd, takes him away to a quiet corner and kiss him like he's done it like the first evening they did. And everytime…

No, Jimin's wrong. He doesn't love Namjoon. Does he? 

Gathering all the courage in his body, Jimin asks Namjoon that he doesn't feel that it's right that Namjoon is his Glucose Provider anymore, (Jimin swears those are words that Taehyung asked Jimin to used) and Namjoon doubles over from laughing, nearly spilling over a pot of coffee on the counter. 

"Hyung… I can ask the hospital to split the bills in small amounts. Please… let me just be a normal boyfriend?" Jimin tiptoes to kiss Namjoon, giving his best puppy-eyes and how can Namjoon says no to that. 

"But I am still bringing you gifts, it's what boyfriends do," 

Jimin rolls his eyes. Of course he likes gifts bit sometimes Jimin thinks what is he really doing in Namjoon's life.

"Only small gifts," Jimin don't want to disappoint Namjoon by saying No to his gifts that Namjoon gives without expecting anything in return. "I don't know how to accept big gifts, you know that." Jimin sighs.

"I know. That's why I ask Taehyung to keep all of them in his room just in case you want them," 

Oh, so that's why Taehyung has stopped letting Jimin go into his closet space."And I have never felt like I give you enough in return  Hyung." 

"Don't you ever say that, Jimin. You in my arms, knowing that I am the reason that you find yourself smiling at random times, is enough for me." Namjoon takes Jimin's face in his large hands before leaning towards to kiss him. 

Days pass and their relationship grows. Namjoon brings him gifts, small collectibles that he finds on his travels with his family. One of Jimin's favourite is a little yellow lock that Namjoon brought back from Paris, saying that Paris reminded him of Jimin and he had the lock done, embossing Jimin's name on a lock. 

Since Jimin started working at the cafe, Taehyung started spending time at the place too, reading a book or playing with the cats that often tries to claw his eyes out. Namjoon tells him that Taehyung wants to hold too many cats at once and they laugh about it. Jimin also doesn't know (until recently) that Taehyung started flirting with Yoongi. 

Now that Jimin will work in the evenings, Jimin and Taehyung can spend the morning doing whatever they decide to do for entertainment- which really is watching some sappy movie together and enjoying a bucket of spicy popcorn. Sometimes they invite Namjoon and Yoongi to their apartment and they have a good time. 

It's crazy to Jimin how Namjoon is still with him. He tells about Namjoon, his boyfriend, to his mother and she asks Jimin to bring him to the hospital. It has been crucial to Jimin that Namjoon win over his mother. 

Does he… love…? No. 

Working at the cafe is one of the best parts of his day now.  Sometimes Namjoon stands behind Jimin and holds his wrist when he attempts to make coffee. Yoongi has caught them close- a hairsbreadth distance between him and his hyung- and just clears his throat to distract them. Yoongi makes a silly face, even if he's actually seen them kissing and being all already, just to annoy and make Namjoon embarrassed. 

Jimin cannot have enough of having Namjoon beside him, though. If it's up to him, he'd always stay close to Namjoon.

He likes the constant aroma of coffee whenever they are close. Namjoon never fails to compliment his drinks, even at his failed attempts to make latte art, and every time Namjoon stands behind him, jimin feels weak in his bones and he may drop everything in his hands. 

“You are doing so good, my love,” Jimin is packing some coffee beans for shelving when he feels Namjoon’s breath hot on his nape, goosebumps spreads over his skin.

Namjoon－

It's the first time he's called him something other than Jimin or My boyfriend. 

Jimin panics and tries to wiggle away. Good thing that It’s closing time and there are no customers. He's freaking out inside, his heart seems to beat louder than the music that's booming from the speakers.

"S-stop that," Jimin says, in a Small voice. 

“Stop what? Can’t I, your super good looking and hot boyfriend tell how good you are at work,” Namjoon takes a few steps back and gives Jimin space so he can turn to him.

Jimin turns around to face the older who’s perched on his elbows against the counter. Namjoon is now wearing his mustard Tshirt and his denim jacket. It is studded with tiny stones of orange and silver. 

“You can, of course. you are my senior at work, even if we are boyfriends… but calling me… love…… that's new,” jimin lowers his gaze to look at the ground. 

Namjoon has been good to him all summer, and making sure Jimin didn't lack any kind of support. He has even agreed to talk to Yoongi so that Jimin can have flexible timings to come to work even after college starts, and a huge increment in his salary because Jimin doesn't want to act like his sugar baby anymore. And Namjoon thinks it's fair because Jimin works for the money and later, Jimin's stopped complaining to Namjoon about his hesitancy about using the money. 

Jimin does not want to leave his job at the cafe either. It's become a happy place, filled with cats and good company and a lot of being near Namjoon and discussing life and world affairs. Namjoon reading him his favourite stories and telling stories about how his childhood dream had been to become a writer. 

It is one of those nights talking to each other that makes Namjoon tell Jimin that he is positive that he more than likes Jimin. 

“O-oh, you like me? me?“ Jimin is striker with surprise, actually.

“Yes, Jimin. I like like you, but it is totally okay if you don’t like me like that, we can move slow and still kiss like our first times,” Namjoon waggles his hands in front of in a manner of protest. 

“Oh  Hyungie ," Jimin purposefully bats his eyelashes at Namjoon, acting all cute and flirty. 

‘I’d really like to kiss you, jimin," Namjoon takes jimin’ hands in his. “Am I allowed to?” He moves closer, the only thing between them are their breaths  Namjoon's hitting on the tip of Jimin's nose and making its way to caress on his lip. Namjoon Pressing gently on the back of jimin’s hands. 

Jiminpicks up his gaze from the floor and stares into his boyfriend’s face. His almond shaped eyes, full of warmth, a streak of thin light through the window blinds on lips from the street lights. They are beautiful lips; plump, soft and narrow at the corners by how they are curved in a little smile, with a subtle cupid's bow on top. 

It is at that moment jimin realise he is in love. It's in that moment Jimin looks at Namjoon's eyes and then his lips. It is at that moment when he realised there is nothing more than in this world he wants but Namjoon to kiss his forehead and wrap his arms around his body.

“Please, kiss me, you can kiss me all you want,” Jimin’s voice finds its sound, weak like a whisper. 

Without any seconds to spare, Namjoon takes Jimin’s face into his hands, his thumbs rest softly into the pudge of his flushed cheeks. 

Then, Namjoon presses his lips softly once, twice and Jimin finds his hands settle on Namjoon's hips. He wants to savour the moment for as long as he can. Namjoon is gentle when he kisses Jimin, always is, his arm hooping under Jimin’s and pulling him closer to his body, their chests flush against each other. 

Angling his face to right, Jiimin brings his left hand to rest on the other's chest. He can feel the frantic thump of Namjoon's heart against his palm and he has no doubt that the taller man can hear his heart screaming for him to kiss Jimin more, and deeper. 

Namjoon pulls away and jimin feels the loss of contact on his skin. 

“Your lips are so soft, Moon Baby," smiles Namjoon and Jimin giggles at the pet name. “It tastes like strawberries.” Namjoon adds further as if it's their first kiss. 

“You say it like it's our first kiss,” Jimin shares what's on his mind. 

"Anytime we do, it'll always be our first, that's how we don't get old.” Namjoon leans in to catch Jimin's lips once more. 

They are kissing again, this time a tad bit ardently and jimin feels Namjoon's tongue swiping across his bottom lip and poking, asking for access again. Jimin welcomes the offer by opening his mouth for Namjoon to put his tongue in, and take the tip of his own tongue to suckle. Jimin can't help that thought that crossed his mind at that exact moment that Namjoon will be very good at doing things that Jimin fantasies that Namjoon would do to him  and it makes jimin to moan into the kiss and his stomach churn.

No. Jimin shouldn't… They should talk about it first. He tries to not think with his dick. 

But Namjoon  kisses him hard, his tongue inside jimin's mouth, licking and Jimin might as well go crazy from the heat that wouldn't stop coiling in his lower abdomen. 

He definitely wants more. Jimin pulls away, in a quick motion. 

“What happened? Is it too much?” Namjoon asks, his lips puffer and redder. 

“Oh no. just thought about something that involves more than kissing and– I don't think we are–” Jimin's sentence gets cut short.

Namjoon sighs then smiles, “let’s go home." Namjoon holds Jimin's hands and brings them to his lips to kiss them. Jimin’s cheeks flares in red again, almost said the three words that he's hidden in his heart for a while. 

"Hyung?" Jimin removes his shoes after he enters Namjoon's new place. Namjoon has said that he wasn't feeling well earlier in the day. That's why Jimin is in here. It is supposed to be a quick visit and see how the other enjoying his new place. Also  Jimin needs to go and stay with his mother too. 

The smell of fresh paint still heavy in the air. Jimin finds a can of air freshener in a cardboard box. After spraying the living room and the kitchen, and now the mixed smell of air freshener and paint too thick for his nose to tolerate, he hurries in his steps towards Namjoon's room. They have painted it and put some furniture in that room yesterday. 

"Hyung?" Jimin says as he turned the handle. The sound of coughing comes past the open slit. 

Jimin barges inside as fast as he can and he sees Namjoon on the bed  covered from head to toe. 

"HYUNG!" Jimin runs and scrambles to check Namjoon's temperature. 

"Hey, you're heeeaaerrr," Namjoon slurs and Jimin whips his head around to see some medicine for allergies and cough syrups. Namjoon is unable to handle those. He starts slurring his words after taking any kind of cough syrups. It has happened before. 

"Yes, now I want you to let me nurse you okay?" Jimin hovers over and speaks in his authoritative voice. 

"Nnndo. You go to study. I am fiiindd," Namjoon tries to tell his best. But his blocked nose only makes it clear to Jimin that he got to stay back. 

He makes a call to Taahyung and asked if he can stay in the hospital just enough time that he can bring the other"s fever down. The first thing he does is find a washcloth and soaking in water to keep over the other's forehead. Jimin gives a chaste kiss before he grabs Namjoon's keys and walking out the door. 

When he returns, he has fresh vegetables and juice containers. Jimin also bought some DVDs of English Movies that he thinks Namjoon will like. 

He uses the vegetables and cut pieces of chicken to make a nice soup. After, he heats up a bath for Namjoon so that he can freshen up. 

All the other days, Namjoon has taken care of him and today, yes , today is Jimin's day and Namjoon is too weak to resist his care, which Jimin knows he would do, if he weren't sick. 

"Okay, hyung!" Jimin's in the room now with a big round bowl of soup. Namjoon makes a face when he sees Jimin and his food. 

"Mm nnooo, I am dnot hungdry ," His stuffy nose makes him to talk like he doesn't know how to make the n sound.

"Yes, and that's why you, my dear  tall man, is going to eat all of this so you won't go hungry again," Jimin places the bowl next to the bed so he can try and straighten Namjoon to lean and sit up. ",because, I put some extra amount of love when I cooked this." He smiles and Namjoon does too. 

"Does this meands dat you dlove me?" Namjoon tries to look cool and casual and is giving Jimin his sexy stare.

"No, unless you have all of it, I won't tell you." Jimin leans in on to put his lips on Namjoon's forehead. 

Namjoon makes every kind of disgusted face every time he swallows a spoonful of soup and Jimin laughs. Now, he is only doing that on purpose, Jimin knows. 

When they are out of the birth and still warm and fresh, Jimin tells a secret. "I also have a secret disease of heart," he has a towel in his hand and Namjoon is sitting on the bed, waiting for his hair to get dried, "it's called love." Jimin slowly drops on his knees and sits on the back of his heels so he's eye level with the other. 

"I love you, hyung." 

"I love you, too Jimin." 

"You do?" 

"Way before we even got into a relationship." Namjoon says proudly. 

"Well, in that case, you win." Jimin doesn't protest. If this was any movie, there would be some background piano music and it would be a huge revelation and this moment is. But Jimin doesn't need piano music to intensify the scene because right now, their hearts beating in sync, fingers interwoven and smiles on their lips is more than evident that they are in love. 

And  Namjoon makes things so simple yet so meaningful and that's why Jimin is able to be confident when he reveals his heart out to the other. 

Jimin stays afterwards and tells Taehyung that he's going to stay the night. 

"I am so lucky to have you, babe." Namjoon tells him that night  as Jimin tucks a think blanket under Namjoon's chin. 

"And so am I," and they kiss, like it's their first time, slow, and taking all the time in the world.