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Yoongi didn't know why he even bothered to show up at the annual business soiree in New York anymore.

After attending every single one for the past 20 years, Yoongi was sick to death of them. Mindless small talk about the same old profit strategies, fiscal years, stock market crashes, insider trading and proposal after proposal from the same lesser businessmen who only schmoozed up to him for his enormous wealth was extremely tiresome.

Not even the free whiskey made the trip worth it. Yoongi stared sadly at his half empty glass. He couldn't believe he had flown his private jet here (for the billionth time) from South Korea. He swirled the amber colored liquid around, wondering how much success he would have if he snuck out the back without anyone seeing.

However, considering he was the richest man in the world, Yoongi figured he would get caught immediately. After all, the paparazzi were swarming outside, the security barely keeping them back. At least a few of them would manage to snap some pictures of him leaving the function early, plastering him all over the first page news.

He sipped his now warm drink, wondering if he should grab a random member of the waitstaff to take with him. If the press saw him walking out with a sexy woman, they would assume he was leaving to have sex, and nobody would second guess that.

"Yoongi!" A fat American waved and hurried over. 

Yoongi recognized him as one of the Fortune 500 CEO's. However, since the man was below the top 100 mark, Yoongi never bothered to learn his name, despite having been introduced many times before.

"Hello, Mr. Johnson." Yoongi didn't lift his eyes from where he was scanning the ballroom, watching the people walk around, meet up in groups and fake laugh with each other.

He didn't know if Johnson was the man's name, but he figured it was probably close enough. American's had many surnames with 'son' in them, after all.

"Anderson." The man corrected. "Robert Anderson, of Anderson Oil and Gas."

"Fascinating." Yoongi murmured, sipping his glass.

"Your English is even better than the last time I saw you." Anderson complimented. "Must be because you're here all the time for work, must have picked up the language like it was second nature!"

"Actually it's because my father is from here." Yoongi was tired of telling the same story over and over again. He set his glass down on top of Anderson's, making the other businessman frown.

Tonight's soiree had been another waste of his time. A room full of conniving, greedy old white  men all trying to get in his good graces. There were some females, but they were all either married, old, or too busy focusing on their work to go home with Yoongi.

"So, I'm glad I caught you." Anderson was saying, and he was using that corporate tone that meant he was about to pitch yet another business plan. Yoongi could hear it from a mile away and he was about to just walk away when the massive doors across the banquet hall opened, catching Yoongi's attention.

Stunned, Yoongi stared at the man who walked through, and all his surroundings and the noise of hundreds of conversations fell away.

The man was walking and laughing with someone else, but Yoongi could only focus on the bright, dazzling smile, the golden colored skin, the radiant dimples, the soft, flowing hair, the crisp black suit, the long, long legs of...of...

"Who is that?" Yoongi interrupted whatever Anderson was saying.

He watched the pair walk to the buffet table, picking up two champagne glasses and clinking them together with a grin.

"Who?" Anderson adjusted his glasses. "Oh, that's Lee Pilsung. Owns some fancy sports car dealerships."

"Not him." Yoongi was already aware of the car salesman. "I mean his friend."

"Hmm, not sure. Haven't seen him around before. Must be Lee's plus one." Anderson shrugged. "Anyway, about my proposal-"

"Yeah, yeah, fascinating." Yoongi walked away.

He pulled out his phone and texted his driver to come pick him up. After that, he leaned against the wall, a few feet away from the pair of business men.

Opening his camera, Yoongi zoomed in on the handsome man's face and snapped a picture.

He texted it to his personal assistant, knowing she would be at the office still despite the late hour. He called her, and she quickly answered.

"Yes, Mr. Min?"

She had worked for him for years and was the only one Yoongi trusted implicitly. She knew his companies as well as Yoongi did, and honestly, she could probably run them just as efficient, maybe even better.

"Seona, I just texted you a picture of someone. I need you to find out everything you can about this man; his name, his background, even what type of pencil he prefers."

Seona was used to odd requests from her boss, and this one was no different.

"Would you like it as a Word document or a PowerPoint presentation?" She asked, and Yoongi could hear her already typing. "Or an infographic?"

"A PowerPoint would be lovely, my darling. I do love your creative spin. Add lots of pictures now, as you can see he's very attractive."

"It'll be in your email in a few hours." She promised.

"Actually," Yoongi hadn't taken his eyes off the stranger, following him as the man walked over to mingle with a group of environmental lobbyists. "I'll be in the office tomorrow morning. We'll go over it then on the big screen. I want every last drop of information possible, so clear my schedule for the day. The more slides the better, Seona."

"Consider it done, Mr. Min. Anything else?"

"Yes, my dear. After we go over it tomorrow, go ahead and take a week off. With full pay, of course."

Despite her professionalism, Yoongi could hear a note of surprise in her voice.

"Oh, of course, sir. If that's what you want."

"It's what you deserve, darling."

Yoongi hung up and watched the handsome stranger some more, until his phone beeped to let him know his driver had arrived.

He had barely shut the door to his limo when he received the text from Seona.

Got his name. It's Kim Namjoon.

"Kim Namjoon..." Yoongi mused with a smile, settling back in his seat.

He closed his eyes and pictured the honeyed dimples.

Finally, a soiree that had been worth attending.

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Seona was very thorough with her research.

Yoongi shifted in his leather seat, where he had been sitting for an entire afternoon, watching the presentation she had put together about every known fact about Kim Namjoon.

Yoongi had the PowerPoint also pulled up on his tablet, where he was currently zooming in on a picture of the handsome man at a charity event while Seona talked about how many suits were currently hanging in Namjoon's closet.

He knew everything about Namjoon now- his likes and dislikes, his age and occupation, everyone in his family, what his company was all about- Seona had even dug through the man's purchasing history and found out his favorite brand of pencil (it was Ticonderoga).

Kim Namjoon was 30 years old- young for an entrepreneur. He had started his business five years ago, which specialized in overseeing various charities. It housed victims of domestic abuse, ran multiple 24/7 helplines for suicide, PTSD, and the homeless, offered free therapy, and ran a small clinic, where an overworked but dedicated staff treated injured veterans, people without homes, or those who couldn't afford traditional healthcare. They even ran an animal sanctuary for abused and stray animals. They treated the animals and then made sure all of them were adopted to good homes. They were in the papers a lot for their good deeds- most recently for donating over five hundred gifts to local orphanages last Christmas. It was called Kim Charities Co., and had been in the news a few times for its generosity to the community.

Like Yoongi, Namjoon was originally from South Korea but had moved to America to pursue the American dream of starting a company and thriving.

Though, since the company was a non-profit, Yoongi knew Namjoon wasn't making much money and survived purely on donations, volunteer work, subsidies, and federal aid.

Namjoon didn't seem to mind that he wasn't a millionaire, however. He was always smiling, every picture a reflection of his happiness at helping others.

Yoongi didn't understand it. So much work for so little reward.

"-and he's a Virgo." Seona was saying. "Want to read the past 100 astrology entries from the newspaper Mr. Kim reads? I have them."

"I think we can put a pin in that, Seona dear." Yoongi trailed a finger down Namjoon's picture. "I have the information I need."

"Is this another business you plan to take over?" Seona asked.

Yoongi smiled, still looking at the picture. "In a way."

He glanced up. "You've done more than enough for me today, my dear. Go take that vacation, I'll handle it from here."

She powered off the presentation and turned on the lights. "You're sure?"

It was an odd request. Neither of them could remember the last time she had gotten any time off. Being the personal assistant to the world's richest man was just as busy as being the president.

"I'm positive." He assured her. "You deserve a break. And buy anything you want, use the company card."

She wasn't going to argue with that. "Alright, I will. Thank you, sir."

Yoongi watched her leave, before turning his attention back to the tablet.

His brain zeroed in on the handsome, dimpled businessman.

Yoongi had taken over multiple companies in the past- hostile takeovers of all sorts. It was part of how he had accumulated his wealth.

But this would be the first time he planned to take over a person.

It gave him more excitement than ever before.

-

Yoongi sat in his car with the engine off. He was parked at the very end of the small parking lot, under an overhanging tree to help obscure his vehicle.

Normally his chauffeur drove him around, but this was one errand Yoongi wanted to run on his own.

Night was falling, but despite the dark, Yoongi could see lights on inside Kim Charities Co.

It was a modest brick and mortar structure, five floors tall and surrounded by a fenced-in yard where a few rescued dogs were playing ball with a volunteer worker.

The building was open 24/7 to help those who needed medical attention, food, or a place to rest, but since it was getting late, more of the staff had gone home, leaving a skeleton night crew.

Yoongi knew Namjoon only had about fifty employees since the company couldn't afford to pay a full staff.

Normally he would never give a small business like this a second thought, but Namjoon had changed all that.

He watched the doors, waiting for the man to come out.

As the CEO, Namjoon would be one of the last people to leave. Another thing Yoongi wasn't familiar with. Owning so many companies himself, Yoongi could go weeks without stepping into some of his own businesses.

He yawned, getting tired. He had blown off all his meetings today to pursue this new avenue of interest and though he didn't regret it, he knew he couldn't keep it up forever.

He was just about to start the car up and head home for the night when he saw him.

Namjoon came out wearing a silver business suit (not a name-brand one, Yoongi could tell) and carried a briefcase. He smiled and shook hands with everyone as he left, waving and laughing to his employees and volunteers.

Yoongi started his own car at the same time Namjoon did his, slowly pulling up behind the dimpled CEO's cheap old Chevy.

He followed behind Namjoon, sometimes staying a few cars back to avoid suspicion.

He already knew Namjoon's address and had seen pictures of the man's small home, but he liked following the man.

Stalking his prey.

He stopped a few yards away on the other side of the street as he watched Namjoon pull into a cracked driveway.

The man climbed out and used his house key to get inside. The dark house sat still for a moment, before a light went on.

Yoongi turned his car off and watched the dark silhouette move behind the closed curtains in what he assumed was the bedroom.

The shadow went out of frame and Yoongi craned his neck to try and get it back in his vision.

Was Namjoon undressing for the night? Taking a shower, maybe? Watching porn after a long day?

Yoongi drummed his fingers on the wheel in annoyance that he couldn't see. He would have to get cameras inside Namjoon's house immediately.

The shadow came back just for a moment, before the lights flicked off and Yoongi could no longer see anything.

Namjoon must be in bed now, he assumed.

With a sigh, he started the car back up and started heading back to his own place- a billion-dollar mansion located in the middle of a private beach on an island that Yoongi owned.

A long bridge connected the island to the mainland so that guests and deliveries could arrive, but Yoongi preferred to take one of his many private jets to travel with.

He was singlehandedly destroying the ozone layer- not that he cared.

He drove off, his thoughts swirling around Kim Namjoon.

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Namjoon was at work early the next day.

Yoongi knew this because he was once again in the parking lot of Kim Charities Co., though this time he was in one of his many limos, with his chauffeur in the driver's seat.

Yoongi held his cellphone up to his ear.

"Do it now."

"Yes sir." The voice on the other end confirmed the instruction and hung up.

Yoongi pocketed his phone and slid out of the limo. He didn't say anything to his driver because he knew the man would wait for him, even if it took all day.

He walked swiftly to the front entrance, ignoring those around him. Some people stopped walking and stared in shock, others whispered and a few even pointed. Yoongi was used to this.

He strode up to the front desk, where a girl with a long ginger ponytail was working between two monitor screens. 

"Hello, can I help you?" She asked when she noticed a presence. She blinked, unaware of who Yoongi was.

"I'm here to speak with Mr. Kim." Yoongi smiled at her. "And no, I don't have an appointment but I believe he will want to see me."

She nodded and picked up a phone. "Good morning, Namjoon. There's a man here to see you- uh-" She put a hand over the phone and lowered it. "I'm sorry, what was your name, sir?"

"Yoongi Min." Yoongi told her, stating his first name before his last. They were in America, after all.

"His name is Yoongi Min." She spoke back into the phone. "Okay, sure. I'll send him up. Bye, Namjoon."

So Namjoon was the type of boss to be on a first name basis with his employees. Yoongi felt a twinge of jealousy. But no matter, he would be at that stage as well before long. And then he would pass it.

She hung up and smiled at him. "His office is on the top floor, last door on the right."

"Thank you." Yoongi gave her a nod and headed towards the staircase.

There was an elevator but Yoongi didn't take it because he wanted to look around. He took his time ascending, peering into every hallway and reading the encouraging posters that were tacked to the walls. News about their programs, pictures of the rescued animals, testimonies from the community and other boring stuff Yoongi didn't care about.

He finally arrived at the top, which had a decent view of the city below. 

The last door on the right was open, which Yoongi took as an invitation to enter.

And there he was.

Yoongi's breath caught softly as he took in the sight of Namjoon for the first time in close proximity.

Pictures and stolen glimpses from binoculars didn't do the man justice.

Namjoon was bent over his desk, elbows on top of it as he wrote something down. Upon hearing Yoongi enter he looked up and the sunlight that shone behind him caught his perfectly styled blonde hair, making it look like Namjoon had a halo. His skin was golden and blemish free, his eyes were warm and sparkling, and his smile was Yoongi's new favorite thing to view.

"Hello!" Namjoon quickly stood and walked around his desk, coming face to face with Yoongi. "It's such an honor to meet you, sir. I was absolutely shocked when my receptionist told me you were in the lobby. I still can't believe it- the richest man in the world is standing in my office. Wow. I didn't think a man of your status even knew about this place."

He held his hand out, and Yoongi shook it firmly. 

"We are truly honored to have you here." Namjoon beamed. "Truly honored. If there's anything my company can do to help you, sir, we would love to."

Yoongi smiled. Namjoon smelled good.

"I was in the area and I hadn't seen this building before. Are you new in town?" Yoongi asked, stuffing his hands in his designer coat pockets.

"Um, sorta." Namjoon gave a nervous laugh, clearly still shocked from Yoongi's sudden arrival. "I mean I've been in New York since I was a teenager, but I just moved to this city a few years ago. Originally I'm from South Korea."

I know. Your old address was 37 Seungbong-ri Jawol-myeon; an island off the coast of Incheon.

"I'm sure New York feels lucky to have you." Yoongi said, gazing around the office. Humanitarian awards were framed alongside photographs of Namjoon and the mayor on all the walls. A newspaper article was yellowed from age, framed behind clear glass near Namjoon's desk. The headline was something about a boys youth group camping trip.

"Would you like a tour, sir?" Namjoon asked.

Yoongi looked at him and smiled. "Please, call me Yoongi. And I would love one."

"Nice to meet you, Yoongi. I'm Namjoon Kim."

I know that, too. I know everything about you.

Namjoon led the way, pointing out the clinic (which Yoongi could barely hide his disgust at when all the smelly homeless losers began coughing and sneezing), and the animal shelter (where a bunch of ugly, loud dogs tried to slobber over his designer suit), and Namjoon introduced Yoongi to his employees (Yoongi forgot every single one of them).

They returned to Namjoon's office a few hours later, with Yoongi tired and unable to keep up this facade any longer. He wanted to return to his high-end lifestyle immediately and get away from these disgusting, dirty commoners. But first he wanted to take Namjoon with him.

"I hope you got to see everything you wanted." Namjoon said, taking off his jacket to drape over his desk chair. He rolled up the sleeves of his white button up to his elbows, and Yoongi took in the view.

"I've seen all I need to make a decision." Yoongi closed the door behind them.

Namjoon's smile remained but he couldn't hide the slight confusion from his expression. "Uh, we usually keep my door open, so everyone knows I'm available to help."

Yoongi walked up to the man, standing just a foot away. Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed together at the sudden proximity. Though the younger man was taller, Yoongi was clearly the one in charge.

"I'd like to buy your company, Mr. Kim."

At first, Namjoon just stared. Then he blinked. He seemed to snap himself out of it by taking a few steps back behind his desk, putting it as a barrier between them. He braced his arms against it, his forearms flexing.

"Uh, I'm sorry... what?"

"Kim Charities Co." Yoongi nodded. "I'd like to purchase it from you and take it over."

Namjoon blinked a few times. "I... think there's been a miscommunication. This charity isn't for sale."

"Everything is for sale when the right price is offered." Yoongi pulled out a checkbook from his inner jacket pocket. "I'll keep adding zero's and you tell me when to stop."

Namjoon shook his head. "No- I- I can't give this place up. Not for any amount of money. I'm honored you would take an interest in the work we do here, but it's more than just a job for me. It's my whole life. I can't put a price on that. I'm sorry your time was wasted."

Yoongi sighed and put away the checkbook. "No, I'm the one who is sorry. This is a big decision and I shouldn't have sprung it on you." He brightened, as if suddenly having a thought. "How about you take some time and think it over. This Friday there's a party at the Rockefeller Plaza, you can be my date and give your answer then. That'll give you a week to think about what you want to do."

"D-date?"

Yoongi scribbled his phone number down on the checkbook, ripped the paper off and handed it to Namjoon. "Call me anytime."

Namjoon took it numbly, still trying to process everything. "Uh, I- yeah, okay, I guess I can do that."

"Perfect." Yoongi's phone vibrated in his pocket and he took it out. It was a text from the man he had spoken to earlier this morning.

It's done.

Yoongi typed back a response. "I have to go. We can catch up later." He sent the text and looked up. "The party is a black tie event. Do you have a suit?"

Namjoon looked down at himself and remembered he wasn't wearing one. "Uh... I can get one by Friday."

Yoongi chuckled. "Don't go out of your way. If I'm dragging you to this thing then you shouldn't have to pay an expense for it. Let's go suit shopping on Wednesday. I have some meetings in the morning but I should be free and back in New York by evening. I'll take you to Armani."

Namjoon immediately protested. "No, no, I can't ask you to do that! That's such an expensive store and-"

"Wednesday at seven." Yoongi confirmed. He headed back to the door and opened it. He paused before exiting.

"Think about it," he told the dimpled businessman. "This is the most important decision you will ever make, Mr. Kim."

Only much later, after it was too late, would Namjoon discover the truth of that statement.

-

That night, Yoongi sat on his large bed, supported by numerous silk pillows in his luxurious bedroom on his private island. 

On his phone screen was a live feed of the camera's Yoongi had his men install in Namjoon's house while the dimpled CEO had been busy giving Yoongi the tour. There were hidden camera's in every room of Namjoon's house. Small as a pinprick and undetectable, they gave Yoongi clear visual and audio feedback of the mans house.

Currently, Namjoon was leaning against his counter, tossing back a glass of whiskey, unaware Yoongi was watching.

Yoongi didn't know how a man could be so sexy by doing something so simple. 

There came a soft mrr and then a small weight jumped onto the bed.

Yoongi reached a hand out for the fluffy white cat. "Good evening, my Sugar."

An equally fluffy black cat jumped up on Yoongi's other side, and Yoongi petted it as well. "And Agust."

The black cat flicked its tail and pounced on the white one- as always.

Also as always, Sugar quickly flipped them over. 

Yoongi smiled as he watched them fight. He knew the thrill of obtaining your prey.

He settled back against the pillows and watched the screen. The tiny Namjoon in the video was gone from the kitchen now, but Yoongi found him a moment later in the bedroom, already under the covers.

Yoongi scowled and kicked at the cats, jolting them apart with a soft but firm nudge. "You assholes made me miss it. You better hope he sleeps naked and gets up in the middle of the night or no more imported tuna and salmon for you two."

Agust hissed at him while Sugar sat back and licked his paw.

"Jerks." Yoongi said, but he was smiling.

Sure, he was a heartless monster, but he loved cats.

"Good thing your future daddy isn't allergic to you guys." Yoongi said, zooming in on Namjoon's sleeping face.

The cats curled up on either side of him for the night, dozing off as well.

Yoongi stayed awake long after the moon rose, watching the screen.

"He'll be here soon."

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"And he just offered to buy your company?" Lee Pilsung was shocked.

Namjoon nodded, sipping his coffee. They were in a cafe in downtown New York, catching up after their busy schedules always got in their way.

"I still can't believe it." Namjoon admitted, setting his cup down. "I just looked up from my desk and there he was. I've only ever seen him on a screen, so seeing him in person was just... crazy."

Lee shook his head. "Man, I've only had glimpses of him- and I've been in his same social circle for years!"

Namjoon leaned in conspiratorially. "He gave me his number."

Lee's eyes widened. "Are you serious? His private cell phone number?"

Namjoon nodded, pulling out his phone. "I put him in my contacts but I haven't sent anything yet."

"Why not?" Lee leaned in as well. "You know how many people would kill for that information? You could sell it and make millions. Yoongi would never even know it was you- hackers are trying to get his shit every second of every day."

Namjoon frowned, looking at his screen. "I couldn't do that."

Lee chuckled. "Yeah, you're too kind. That's why you went into charity work instead of sports cars like me."

Namjoon cracked a smile. "Be hard for me to sell them, considering I can't drive."

Their conversation veered away from Yoongi as they caught up on other topics, but as they finished their meal and headed to the door, the rich CEO came back up.

"So, you gunna text him?" Lee asked as he pulled on his coat. 

Namjoon shrugged. His phone felt hot and heavy in his hand. "Probably not."

"What?! Why not?"

"I don't know what to say!" Namjoon defended himself. "I haven't made a decision yet about the company and I don't know what else to talk about. He's the richest man in the world- no doubt he's extremely busy. Probably doesn't even have time to text or call. And besides, what if he has an assistant answer his phone for him? I don't want to get deep and personal over the phone only to find out I was talking to a stranger on Yoongi's payroll the whole time."

Lee snickered into his hand. "Imagine he never answers you."

Namjoon punched him playfully. "Shut up, don't jinx it."

"You know, he's single." Lee wiggled his eyebrows. 

Namjoon blushed. "Oh... I hadn't known."

But of course he had.

"Well, regardless of your decision, I'll always have your back, buddy." Lee clapped him on the shoulder. "I gotta get back- we're getting a new shipment of Corvette's in for the showroom tonight but I'll see you in two weeks."

Namjoon nodded. The Fortune 500's had a monthly party at rotating country clubs and Lee usually invited Namjoon as his guest whenever he was free to come.

"Thanks again. It would be nice to talk to someone in a higher tax bracket and see if they'll donate to us." Namjoon chuckled. 

"No worries. Hey, keep me updated about the Yoongi situation." Lee grinned. 

"Don't tell anyone." Namjoon pleaded. "I don't want all that attention."

"I won't. Just don't forget me when you marry him and become a decillionaire."

"Is that a word?"

"Shit, I dunno. I dropped out of college."

"And now you're a millionaire." Namjoon laughed.

Lee smirked. "Isn't America great?"

-

Later that day, Namjoon was going over the financial statements he was about to file with the IRS when he saw a large sum had been deposited into the company bank account.

Before he could call the financial department to ask about it, his desk phone rang and he answered it.

"Hello, Mr. Kim." Said a breathless voice.

"Hey, Michael." Namjoon greeted the volunteer. "I was just about to call you guys. I'm going over our quarterly reports and it says we received a hundred grand. What's that from? The government never gives us that much."

"It's not from the government." Michael said urgently. "It was a donation, we just received it like an hour ago. I was trying to call you."

"Sorry, my phone was on do not disturb because I was in a meeting." Namjoon frowned. "What company is the donation from?"

"Not a company, sir. A person. Min Yoongi. The richest guy in the world just gave us a hundred thousand dollars."

Namjoon was speechless.

"It took a while for our bank to accept it. Apparently they can only process twenty grand at a time, so we've been getting several notifications over the past hour as the money hits. It just keeps coming!"

"You mean there's more than a hundred thousand?" Namjoon felt dizzy.

"Another twenty just came in. We're at a hundred and sixty thousand now." Michael sounded as amazed and shocked as Namjoon felt.

"I..." Namjoon didn't know what to say.

"And Mr. Min chose 'gift' as the category!" Michael was clearly excited. "That means we can write this off and it won't be taxed! He knew that! Wow- I never knew he could be so generous!"

"I... that's great." Namjoon was still shocked. "We can finally hire a full time staff and no longer have to worry about not having enough volunteers. We can expand the animal sanctuary and afford more medicines to be stocked in the pharmacy."

"We could get that roving homeless bus we always wanted!" Michael said. "Now we can be proactive and take our care to the streets! We're gunna help so many more people with this! Oh- I gotta go, another twenty grand just came in and everyone's celebrating. Hey- can we order a pizza now? Since we can afford it?"

"Get whatever you guys want. Take orders from everybody here- the patients and the staff and even the animals- everyone is getting steak tonight." Namjoon smiled.

He hung up and pulled out his phone, turning off the do not disturb mode. The missed calls from Michael poured in as well as some emails and texts from other businesses, but nothing from Yoongi.

Namjoon bit his lip, wondering if he should message the man. He wanted to say thank you for the generous gift, of course, but what if Yoongi was too busy to answer a phone call? Or what if he never opened the text?

His thumbs danced over the keyboard, pondering what to say.

Finally, he decided to be professional and call instead of text. He dialed the CEO's number and while it rang, his heart pounded.

It rang out, eventually being picked up by voicemail.

Namjoon didn't know if he was relieved or disappointed.

"Uh hey," he said when the beep of the machine started recording. "I got your gift- the one that keeps on coming." He chuckled, then realized how that sounded. "Uh, I mean, I really wanted to thank you for it. This is going to help us help so many people. I really can't thank you enough. We've never gotten such a huge donation before." He wanted to say more, but he knew the small window to leave a message was almost up. "I know you're super busy so you might not hear this for a while, but I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you."

He hesitated, wondering if that sounded out of context, but then the machine beeped and hung up, cutting him off.

Namjoon sat in his chair for a long time, processing everything.

The euphoria slowly wore off and Namjoon began to worry.

Yoongi was certainly making it hard to say no.

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Yoongi didn't get a break from his busy schedule to hear Namjoon's voicemail until late that night.

He was in his large bed again, his twin cats fighting each other as usual.

Yoongi was surprised to see the new message waiting for him, but was very pleased.

"Be quiet." He told the noisy cats. He turned up the volume on his phone and hit play.

"Uh hey," came Namjoon's voice, and Yoongi immediately smiled.

"I got your gift- the one that keeps on coming." A chuckle. "Uh, I mean, I really wanted to thank you for it. This is going to help us help so many people. I really can't thank you enough. We've never gotten such a huge donation before. I know you're super busy so you might not hear this for a while, but I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you."

There was a hesitation, then the message ended.

Yoongi played it again, smirking to himself.

"...I appreciate you." Namjoon's voice repeated.

"Hear that?" Yoongi replayed that part a few more times, feeling a rush of giddy warmth at the words. "He appreciates me."

Sugar meowed and Agust didn't care.

Yoongi logged into his camera feed of Namjoon's house, switching from room to room until he found the businessman.

Namjoon was in his home office, dozens of papers scattered over his desk.

Watching the screen on his laptop, Yoongi used his phone to call him.

At first, Namjoon didn't react to the ringing- too absorbed in his documents. Then he looked up and quickly lifted papers, searching for his phone. He found it on the last ring and looked startled for a moment when he saw who was calling.

Yoongi watched him answer.

"Hello?"

At his voice, Yoongi found himself smiling again.

"Hello, Mr. Kim. I got your voicemail, so I assume you got my gift."

Namjoon sat upright in his chair, running a hand through his blonde hair. Yoongi enjoyed the sight.

"Yes- I was shocked, honestly. Still am. I-I really can't even begin to put into words how much this means to me and the company. I mean, I'm just..." He trailed off, clearly still processing the sudden gift.

"Don't worry about it." Yoongi hummed, zooming in on the screen to get a closer look at Namjoon's face. "I think you're doing good work there and I know you will use every dollar wisely."

"Oh, we will, sir, we definitely will." Namjoon nodded and Yoongi fought the urge to chuckle.

"We don't need to be so formal with each other, Mr. Kim. I'd prefer to be more casual, if that's okay with you. Call me Yoongi."

"Sure, I'm fine with that." Namjoon smiled. "And please call me Namjoon or Joon, everyone does."

Joon. Yoongi could have purred.

"You're still free to go suit shopping on Wednesday, right?" Yoongi asked.

"Uh, yeah, I believe so." Namjoon sorted through his papers. "I moved a meeting so we should be good."

"Great. I'm looking forward to it." Yoongi watched as Namjoon straightened up his desk and stood up.

Namjoon switched his phone to his other ear as he walked to the kitchen, unaware that Yoongi was following him.

He opened his fridge and peered inside. "I'm looking forward to it too. I've only been suit shopping once."

Yoongi settled against his pillows and he watched Namjoon put the phone on speaker so he could use both hands to make a sandwich.

"It's an experience, for sure. You need to know who to go to, have some connections. I'll introduce you to some people."

"You don't have to do that," Namjoon said, pausing his actions. "I don't want to intrude on your social circle."

Yoongi hummed. "Nonsense. Everyone is welcome. I don't want you to get scammed or robbed by a greedy, cheap salesman."

Namjoon closed the fridge and leaned against the counter, a sandwich in one hand and his phone in the other. "Well, I appreciate it."

There was that word again. Yoongi liked it.

"Of course."

He found it cute that Namjoon muted himself whenever he took a bite of the sandwich so that Yoongi wouldn't hear his chewing.

Namjoon walked to the living room and Yoongi switched cameras to follow him.

"So, since we're friends now, I had a blunt question to ask and I hope it doesn't come off wrong," Namjoon said, sitting down on his couch.

Friends.

"Ask away, Joon." Yoongi smirked, excited arousal flowing through him.

Namjoon took his time, clearly wondering how to phrase it. Yoongi patiently waited.

"Did you only donate that as an investment in my company, since you showed an interest in obtaining it? And was the gift a bribe to get me to say yes?"

Yoongi paused. Debating the best way to answer.

He decided to lie.

"Of course not. But I do see what led you to that conclusion. The timing was pretty coincidental, huh?" He chuckled to lighten the mood. "I just wanted to help out with your righteous cause."

On the screen, he watched Namjoon relax.

"Sorry to sound suspicious." The blonde laughed. "I was just... overthinking."

"Nonsense. You were being a businessman." Yoongi zoomed in again on the mans face, specifically on Namjoon's dimple.

Keep him smiling, so you can see it.

Namjoon yawned. "Ah, sorry, I had a busy day."

"No worries. I've taken up enough of your time. We'll talk later."

"Goodnight, Yoongi."

"Goodnight... Joon."

Namjoon hung up and stood, stretching his arms above his head.

Yoongi watched, rapt. He followed Namjoon back to the bedroom, enhancing the picture when Namjoon stripped his shirt off.

His fingers whipped off his belt expertly and his pants were quickly stepped out of.

Yoongi immediately zoomed in on the blondes abs.

Namjoon sighed and stretched again. He walked to his bed and sat on the corner, knees on his elbows and his cheeks in his palms, clearly thinking.

He stayed like that for a while, and Yoongi wished he could see what the man was thinking about. Was it Yoongi?

Finally, Namjoon stood up. He walked to the lightswitch and flicked it off. The cameras immediately turned over to night mode, and Yoongi saw everything in a dark green hue.

Namjoon went back to the bed and got in under the covers. He pulled out his phone and clicked around for a few minutes.

Yoongi was about to leave when a familiar tune played.

Eyes widening, Yoongi zoomed in again, this time on Namjoon's phone screen.

"Oh you perv," Yoongi grinned. He tapped a button to start recording his screen.

Namjoon had one hand on his phone, the other under the covers, between his legs.

Yoongi stared, his own arousal growing as he watched and listened Namjoon touch himself.

God- he wished he could be seeing this in normal lighting.

Namjoon's breathing grew ragged and his hips bucked up, fucking into his hand faster. The phone fell away, no longer needed as Namjoon brought himself to a climax.

He tipped his head back, his moan choking out as he tipped over the edge.

Yoongi stared, trying to zoom in even more.

Namjoon settled back and caught his breath. Then he tossed the covers off and walked to the connected bathroom.

Yoongi tried to view the mans front but the camera was installed on the opposite wall, but Yoongi enjoyed the sight of Namjoon's cute ass before the bathroom door shut him out.

He quickly switched to the bathroom camera, just in time to see Namjoon hop into the shower, sliding the curtain across the rack.

Yoongi sighed. "Damn it. So close."

Oh well. There would be many more moments like that to come.

Yoongi saved the footage to his private gallery. He would definitely be watching it again later.

He yawned, tired as well. He watched the camera lens slowly get steamed up from the hot water.

Sugar came up to him, purring.

Yoongi smiled and put his phone away. "Alright, you. We can cuddle now."

He glanced down at the end of the bed, where Agust was. "You coming, asshole?"

Agust attacked Yoongi's toes from over the blanket, biting the fabric.

"Asshole." Yoongi kicked at him.