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Fifty Shades of Grey.

Everyone has seen it or at least knew of it.

The movie was a massive hit, but that didn’t mean the movie did anything good for the BDSM community and reputation. There were many many inaccuracies and stereotypes that became more widespread after the rapid popularity of the movie series. In fact Jungkook hated the movie. He hated what the movies had done for a community that was already so misunderstood, a community that Jungkook had learned to love and find safety from.

When Jungkook was a teenager he was always curious about BDSM, even if he didn’t exactly know what he was interested in was BDSM. He knew of submissives and Dominants and thought it was so fascinating. He didn’t even know back then about the amount of trust that went into Dominant/submissive relationships and dynamics. Because at the end of the day, D/s dynamics were about power, control, but also trust and respect. All young Jungkook knew was submissives would submit to a Dominant, and he found that very arousing.

But that didn’t mean teenage Jungkook was able to freely explore this side of him that was intrigued by D/s dynamics, because he was thirteen years old when he joined an idol agency, and the restrictions on him were hard (and not in the fun way).

It wasn’t until Jungkook was twenty that he first started exploring BDSM, he researched a lot. He found all the information he could on subs, Doms, safe words, plays / scenes, role playing, subspace, sub drop, D/s relationships, literally anything and everything. After Jungkook thought he had an adequate amount of information he tried his first D/s relationship, and let’s just say it didn’t end all too well for Jungkook unfortunately. His Dominant broke a boundary of Jungkook’s in a play whilst Jungkook was in subspace (his first time entering it too!).

Beyond pissed, upset, and just devastated that a dynamic that is built so heavily on trust was broken, Jungkook broke the relationship and told himself he wouldn’t get into another Dominant and submissive relationship again unless he was absolutely sure. That was when he learned the phrase “Dom’s don’t ‘get’ a subs trust and submission, they ‘earn’ it.” Which was really very eye opening to Jungkook. So he lived off that phrase.

He kept his trust and submission close to himself and only gave it out when a Dom had earned it. Which Jungkook quickly learnt that not many Dominants earned his submission, well that was until he met Kim Seokjin.

When twenty three year old Jeon Jungkook went to a high end party for some kind of celebration (honestly Jungkook never really cared for these kinds of things and went to keep up appearances), he met the one and only very well known and famous Korean actor Kim Seokjin. Everyone in Korea knew him, all the mothers praised Seokjin and hoped their children were just as successful and handsome as him. He was the person mothers loved, and children hated.

It was a pretty ordinary meeting, nothing too special, Jungkook was about to grab a flute of champagne off one of the trays the waitresses were carrying around when suddenly some guy picked his champagne glass off the tray before Jungkook could. About to complain he turned and came face to face with the Kim Seokjin. Well fuck he knew the guy was handsome, it was kind of his whole brand after all, but he was really hot and Jungkook really wanted to fuck this guy.

“Here, I wanted to give this to you,” super hot and handsome Kim Seokjin said, handing Jungkook the glass of champagne. “Thank you?” Jungkook really didn’t understand why the hell Kim Seokjin grabbed his glass just to hand it to him? He was weird Jungkook decided. He might have been really stupidly fucking sexy, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t also weird. “You’re very welcome,” and just like that he walked away.

It wasn’t a special meeting by any means, but it was definitely weird.

Jungkook might have drunk a bit too much because he had a huge gap in his memory after that point, but what he does know after talking about it a hundred times with Seokjin is that after Kim Seokjin did his weird ass thing and left a confused Jungkook, Jungkook went after Kim Seokjin and they ended up talking and drinking together. Which eventually lead to Kim Seokjin asking Jungkook if he wanted to go back to his hotel room, and really who the fuck would turn that offer down? What Jungkook does remember is waking up naked the next morning with a just as equally naked Kim Seokjin. Yeah Jungkook would always be so bummed that he didn’t remember the first time he and Seokjin fucked, and from what Seokjin said was it was really good (although definitely on the vanilla side of things).

The two stayed in touch for a couple of months, going on dates and hooking up whenever their very busy schedules allowed for it. Eventually Jungkook got the balls to ask Seokjin to become his boyfriend after talking for nearly six months, and to no one’s surprise Seokjin said yes.

Now, just because they were dating that did not mean Jungkook brought up his interest in BDSM and being a submissive. Yes of course when they fucked Jungkook definitely took on a submissive role, but not completely in the way he wanted to and desired to be. It took Jungkook almost being in a relationship with Seokjin for a year before Jungkook nervously told him about BDSM and D/s relationships, he gave Seokjin lots and lots of information, things for him to read, watch, and encouraged him to ask Jungkook any questions if he had any.

He let Seokjin take time to process everything, and reassured that if Seokjin did say no it wasn’t a deal breaker for Jungkook. To Jungkook’s utter surprise, Seokjin only had to think about it for a day before he said he wanted to give it a try. Jungkook was more than happy to take things slow and ease Seokjin into the world of BDSM and D/s dynamics. Besides, even if Jungkook trusted Seokjin a lot, he still needed to make sure Jungkook trusted Seokjin enough to gift him Jungkook’s submission.

It was a slow journey at first, but now almost six years into their relationship the both of them were very well versed into BDSM and how their Dominant/submissive relationship worked best.

Jungkook really wanted to have a 24/7 Dominant/submissive relationship but he knew it was extremely unrealistic with how busy the two of them always were with work. Besides he was perfectly happy with the arrangements of their relationship as it was, he didn’t need to be in a D/s relationship and dynamic 24/7 for him to be happy with Seokjin. He loved their relationship and keeping all of their dynamics and BDSM life conformed into their play room. But maybe one day that would change, when their lives settle down and they both could take their relationship a bit further.

“I mean are you really sure?” Seokjin stared at his partner with hesitation, he loved Jungkook more than anything and was very willing to try anything once, but this was well, it was very intense. “Of course I’m sure! Doesn’t it sound like fun?”

“Baby, need I remind you that you aren’t even a brat? You would crack under five minutes,” Jungkook rolled his eyes and very childishly turned his body to face away from Seokjin. Oh who was Seokjin kidding, he might have been the Dominant in the relationship but he also acted very childishly all the time. Who was he to call Jungkook childish? “I would not, I can be a brat if I want to, and besides you know I am very competitive and stubborn.”

Interrogation play.

That was what Jungkook wanted to try. Seokjin definitely couldn’t deny that the idea of it wasn’t appealing at all, it was really hot actually. But he was the Dom and he had to look out for his very stubborn submissive, Jungkook sometimes unknowingly pushed his limits and Seokjin had to make sure he knew what Jungkook’s limits were in times when Jungkook didn’t.

It wasn’t that he didn’t think Jungkook could handle the play, more that he wouldn’t be able to last very long. Yes he was competitive and stubborn, but when it came to their D/s dynamic? Jungkook submits before Seokjin could even fully get into a Dominant headspace. So yeah the likelihood of Seokjin only starting the interrogation and Jungkook cracking straight away was very high, and really where was the fun in that?

“Baby, I love you, I don’t think I have seen you be a brat once in the entirety of our relationship.”

“Fuck you, I could totally do it,” Jungkook crossed his arms in defiance.

“Hey! Don’t speak to me like that,” they didn’t have a 24/7 D/s relationship (even if they both really wanted to) but that didn’t mean they didn’t have some rules outside of their play room. Seokjin was still the Dominant and as the submissive Jungkook needed to respect him.

Realising his mistake, Jungkook deflated immediately, his eyes grew incredibly wide, he unfolded his arms, and he began to move towards Seokjin to apologise for his behaviour. “I’m so sorry hyung,” Jungkook kneeled in front of Seokjin and rested his head on Seokjin’s lap. Unable to stay mad at Jungkook for too long, he gently glided his fingers through Jungkook’s soft hair, “it’s okay I forgive you.” Okay yes he was the Dominant and probably shouldn’t give in so easily, but Jungkook was too adorable and Seokjin was very much in love, sue him.

“Come up here,” Jungkook immediately followed his instructions (always so sweet and submissive for his Dom), he lifted himself from the ground and sat on Seokjin’s lap, wrapping both his legs and arms around his body, and pressing his face into his neck. “It’s okay, I’m not mad, I was just reminding you okay?”

“I’m sorry, I love you hyung,” Jungkook murmured into his neck.

“I love you too baby,” Seokjin pressed a light kiss to whatever part of Jungkook Seokjin could reach from this angle (which was the back of his neck).

“If we were to do this, key word here being ‘were’, I haven’t decided yet. What were you thinking for how the scene would play out?” Seokjin had been thinking about the interrogation play for the past week, the idea was still really arousing but before they decided on whether they were or weren’t going to go with it, they both needed to be on the same page on what exactly this interrogation play entailed.

Jungkook flopped onto their bed and hummed, “me being restrained in the play room, you being all mean and cruel, probably even some overstimulation as well, like the overuse of lights or sounds. Hmm, some physical pain and torture, like impact play, but I think emotional and psychological torture will work best against me and I’d rather you use that. I mean like do whatever, physical or emotional torture is fine, but like yeah just saying.”

Seokjin sat on the edge of their bed, he was absentmindedly rubbing Jungkook’s very muscled calves. All those hours in the gym had definitely paid off. “What would be your hard limits?”

“The usual- piss, waterboarding, knife play, anything that leaves a scar, branding, breath play, anything really violent like punching or kicking me I guess.” Jungkook shrugged, “I haven’t really thought of it much, but definitely the usual and anything too extreme.”

“Okay,” was all Seokjin said in response. He leaned down and kissed the beautiful muscular calves before leaping up from the bed to start on dinner.

Seokjin found his boyfriend sitting on the dining room table, with his laptop open and pieces of papers lying nearby. Seokjin knew Jungkook was having a comeback soon and was most likely watching and analysing his dance practice from earlier today. He sat down on the chair across from Jungkook and slid a blank piece of paper as well as a pen over to Jungkook, “what’s this for?”

“I want you to write everything that you are okay with for the interrogation play and all of your hard limits. We will go through them together and anything I’m not okay with, we will add to the hard limits okay?”

Suddenly Jungkook closed his laptop and perked up, “hyung does this mean it’s a yes? We’re going to do it?”

“Yes Jungkookie, we’re going to do it,” Seokjin couldn’t help the soft smile that formed on his face. He didn’t realise Jungkook was so excited to do this. Without waiting any longer, Jungkook grabbed the piece of paper and wrote everything that was asked of him. Seokjin didn’t have to wait too long before Jungkook was finished.

“Okay done,” he slid the paper back to Seokjin for him to read over. “Let’s talk about the hard limits first okay?” Eagerly Jungkook nodded.

“Piss of any kind?” Seokjin already knew this one, most of the hard limits Seokjin knew, but he liked to review them before a more intense scene to reestablish boundaries and to make sure nothing new was added or nothing was removed. “Doesn’t appeal to me, it’s too gross.” Seokjin hummed and moved on, “branding?”

“Love the thought and pain of it, but too risky for work,” he knew Jungkook loved his job, even with all the struggles, and Seokjin loved that Jungkook loved his job. That didn’t mean Seokjin also didn’t hate it, work interfered with a lot that the two of them wanted to do or try out. “Scars of any kind?”

“Same as branding.”

“Breath play?”

“I can’t handle the lack of oxygen, I freak out.” They tried it once, like the true experimentalist that they were, but it led to Jungkook safe wording faster than Seokjin had ever seen before and it was soon added to Jungkook’s hard limits. “Knife play?”

“Again love the idea and pain, can’t stand the thought of blood though, and it might leave scars which we already know is too risky.” Knife play and branding were mostly only hard limits because of work, which was beyond frustrating. Seokjin really couldn’t wait for the day that they could have the chance to try both of them out.

“Waterboarding?”

“God, no thank you, that’s like a hundred times worse than breath play in my opinion.”

“Extreme violent acts?” Jungkook slumped back against his chair and sighed, “you know things like kicking me or punching, I just hate the thought. I know it won’t make sense, especially when we get to the things I’m okay with, but I feel like if you were to do that to me, I would take it extremely personal and feel like you really hate me you know? But you can slap me, that’s fine.” Seokjin reached across the table and took one of Jungkook’s hand into his own, “baby it’s okay, I’m really happy you’re telling me and trying to explain it. But don’t forget that your reasoning doesn’t have to make sense to me, as long as I understand that it’s a hard limit for you.”

Jungkook nodded, blushed a little as he mumbled a quick ‘thank you’, and indicated for Seokjin to continue, “last hard limit, anal fisting?” Seokjin couldn’t help the slight confusion in his voice as he read out the last one. Now this was interesting, it wasn’t like he and Jungkook did it often but they have definitely done it before and Jungkook enjoys it, so this being a part of the hard limit list was interesting.

“Meh, I don’t know, anal fisting takes a lot of prep and vulnerability which I’m usually okay with. But if this scene is going to be how I imagined, then that paired with the environment just, I think would really make things worse.”

“That’s totally fine, let’s move on to everything you’re okay with hm?” Seokjin couldn’t fault Jungkook for his reasoning, and besides in general Seokjin would never ever make Jungkook feel bad for a hard limit.

“Impact play, humiliation, degrading, fire play,” all pretty normal things so far, “sounding?” Now that one caught his attention. That took just as much prep and vulnerability as anal fisting. “I don’t know, doesn’t seem as scary as anal fisting in this situation.”

“That’s okay, I was just surprised. Okay where was I? Oh! Emotional manipulation? Clarify for me please so I know?”

Jungkook tapped a finger on his lip as he thought, “I guess like saying things like ‘how could you betray me like this?’ or ‘if you don’t tell me, I will’ and then like whatever you want to say.” Ah, so this is what Jungkook meant when he said extreme acts of violence wouldn’t make sense. “So you want me to use emotional manipulation and guilt to make you confess?”

“Yeah! Basically!” Jungkook expressed with some barely concealed excitement. “Forced overstimulation?”

“Too many stimulating things happening at once, lights, sounds, sensory, whatever you want to fuck with my concept of reality.”

“Non consensual touching?” This wasn’t something they did very often, it was usually a soft or hard limit for Jungkook depending on the day and scene. “I know it’s not usual for me at all, but since it is an interrogation and I’ll most likely be tied up, the thought of you touching me ‘non consensually’ seems kinda hot.” Seokjin himself would definitely have to think about that one. “Okay last one, gags, any other restraints, and the regular things we’re okay with, pretty simple.”

Seokjin looked over Jungkook’s list to see what he was comfortable with and what he wasn’t. Most of the things on the list was fine, things they have done so many times that Seokjin really couldn’t count (he wasn’t exaggerating!). “Alright!” He clapped his hands, “I’m putting non consensual touching as a soft limit for me, but I’m okay with everything else.”

“Okay that’s fine, I understand hyung.” Annoyed from being so far away from his boyfriend, Seokjin stood up, with his hand still entangled with Jungkook’s, and manoeuvred the two of them to move towards the lounge instead. Once seated Jungkook cuddled up with Seokjin instantly, breathing in the familiar scent of his boyfriend. “Baby let’s talk about the actual interrogation, how long it will go far and what kind of information you will be withholding from me.”

“I was thinking it can go for four hours?”

“Four hours?! Are you insane?” That was a crazy amount of time to be in a very intense scene for, especially for a first time. “I say no, it should be shorter.”

“Shorter? Hyung!” Jungkook couldn’t help but whine, any shorter felt less fun. “If you do really well this session, and we both like it, then we can consider making it longer next time okay?”

He huffed but eventually gave in, “okay fine what were you thinking then?”

“Two hours?”

“Fine! It will have to do,” Jungkook clung onto his boyfriend harder, almost as if he was trying to squeeze the frustrations out of him. “Kookie, I love you, but fuck I think you forget about your own strength sometimes.” Jungkook laughed and apologised for crushing his boyfriend. “Okay hmm, I need to be withholding a piece of information from you. How about I do something I know you won’t like and you have to try and get me to confess to it?”

Seokjin rested his chin on Jungkook’s head, “if it’s nothing too extreme like cheating or whatever then that’s fine.” Jungkook pushed himself away from Seokjin, his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes displaying a clear expression of heartache. “Hyung how could you say that? I would never cheat on you, even if it was for a scene or role play.” He didn’t really think much of the words he said, clearly, he just wanted to set a boundary but didn’t expect to upset Jungkook so much.

“Oh no, baby, no I’m sorry I didn’t mean to imply that you would do it, I just wanted to set a boundary. I’m sorry for upsetting you.” Seokjin and Jungkook had been together for a very long time, they knew each other better than anyone else, they knew what they liked, what they hated, what their boundaries were, but sometimes Seokjin didn’t know everything. Sometimes Seokjin did something that set Jungkook off, and that was okay, as long as they communicated and made sure it didn’t happen again. This was one of those times, Seokjin truly didn’t think he would get this type of reaction from something he said.

Jungkook quickly wiped at his eyes, Seokjin could tell he wasn’t crying but definitely had wet eyes, and breathed in and out, he steadied himself, Seokjin was so proud of him. “It’s okay, I’m okay, I’m fine.”

Seokjin lightly cupped Jungkook’s cheek, “I’m sorry.” He shook his head, “you don’t have to apologise hyung.”

“I’m really proud of you for how you settled yourself,” the bit of praise was immediately effective, Seokjin saw how Jungkook sighed in contempt and resumed his previous position hugging onto Seokjin’s side and pressing his face into the crook of his neck. “Thank you Sir,” it wasn’t common for Jungkook to refer to him using the honourifics outside of the play room, but sometimes when Jungkook was more vulnerable, feeling more submissive than usual, or felt that need of stability that came from their dynamic, Jungkook would call him ‘Sir’ and really why would Seokjin ever complain about that?

“You’re very welcome my pretty boy,” Jungkook beamed when it came to praise, and there was no way Seokjin wouldn’t praise his very beautiful and talented boyfriend. Even if Jungkook didn’t have a massive praise kink and liked to be all pretty for his hyung and Sir, Seokjin still would have praised him regardless.  He was way too easy to praise.

The two sat in silence for a little while, letting them both calm down and compose themselves from the tiny detour that just occurred. “Okay so,” Seokjin began after what he thought was an adequate amount of time sitting in silence, “how about a week before our scene I’ll let you know, and you have one week to do something I wouldn’t like?”

“Sounds good hyung, I’m so comfortable here. I might fall asleep.” On cue, Jungkook yawned and somehow pushed their bodies a little bit closer to become more comfortable. “It’s okay baby, you can sleep. Hyung will look after you.” Seokjin would always look after Jungkook, not just because he was the Dominant and Jungkook was the submissive (although that definitely played a role), but because Seokjin was so in love with Jungkook that he always wanted what was best for Jungkook and to look after him. Always.

Today was the day, they had been planning for about a month now, with lots of talks about what they expected to happen, how the room should be set, when they even had time to do the scene, a lot of consideration went into this play. Jungkook had been vibrating all week the moment Seokjin told him he had a week to do something Seokjin wouldn’t like for the play. He really had no idea what Jungkook did, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know or not. On one hand, if he found out that would mean Jungkook lost the game, would be annoyed, and Seokjin would have to punish Jungkook for it (which neither of them liked). On the other hand however, Seokjin would never know (he was curious okay?), and he would lose.

Which okay in normal situations with competitions between the two of them, they were both very competitive and Seokjin hated losing just as much as Jungkook. But in this situation, he wouldn’t be too upset if Jungkook won, in fact Seokjin would be so happy and proud of him for actually holding out for that long.

They both agreed that starting later in the evening was the best, it gave them plenty of time beforehand to mentally prepare themselves for the intense scene they both will have to endure for the next two hours, but also plenty of time to have adequate after care and decompress.

Seokjin had a plan, a tiny bit, the scene would start at 5 pm, but Seokjin would start setting the scene at 4:45. Both of them needed to be in the right headspace for this, and the beginning part, the world building, was just as important as the climax.

It was currently 4:20 pm, Seokjin breathed in and out as he went to check the play room (again), he needed to know everything was set up perfectly and exactly how the both of them planned. Neither of them needed things going wrong during the scene.

He picked up Jungkook’s sub collar that was lying innocently on the large bed in the play room (that unfortunately will not be used today). It was a pretty collar, for his pretty sub, a nice black leather collar with a silver ring attached to the front so Seokjin could attach Jungkook to restraints whenever it was needed. The leather collar had beautiful gold engravings on the side saying ‘property of Kim Seokjin,’ Jungkook really loved this collar.

He had a plan.

Find Jungkook.

Talk to Jungkook and reestablish boundaries and safe words.

Put the sub collar on Jungkook.

Start the play.

Seokjin got this, he was an experienced Dom who had years and years worth of experience with Jungkook. He needed to trust in his skills and expertise, he couldn’t hesitate or have doubts. He needed to be strong. He could do this, even if it was a little terrifying.

With the sub collar in hand, Seokjin walked down the stairs that lead into their main living area, this was where their kitchen, lounge room, dining room, a spare bathroom, a study, and a spare bedroom all were. Seokjin found Jungkook right where he expected him to be, sitting on one of their lounges playing a game on his phone.

Somehow Jungkook must have sensed Seokjin, as he immediately turned his phone off and threw it somewhere on the lounge next to him. Seokjin gave a soft smile to his boyfriend and raised the sub collar in front of himself so it would become visible to Jungkook. That was obviously the right move to do, Jungkook’s eyes grew visibly wide at the sight of his collar and relaxed considerably. They were all early signs of Jungkook entering subspace, which was normal, the sub collar always helped Jungkook to transition from Jeon Jungkook the idol, the person, into Jeon Jungkook the sub with a Dom.

The two of them weren’t too sure if Jungkook would be in any sort of subspace during the play considering how intense it would be, Seokjin just had to trust within himself that he can identify when Jungkook was in subspace (which he definitely could) and adapt as the scene goes on.

“Hello pretty baby, are you excited?”

“I’m so excited hyung,” Jungkook made grabby gestures towards his collar, very eager to be wearing it. “Soon baby, we need to talk first.”

Jungkook hummed, he placed his elbow on the head rest of the lounge, leaning his head against his hand, and stared at Seokjin waiting for him to continue. “Are you still okay with everything we agreed on? And are your hard limits still the same?” Seokjin needed to make sure they were on the same page about everything. Jungkook rolled his eyes, “hyung you’ve asked me this question like once a week since we started planning for this.”

“I’m just wanting to be sure!” A giggle came from Jungkook, he handed out his arm not holding up his head, and indicated for Seokjin who was still standing up holding Jungkook’s collar to come sit down with him. Seokjin was always so entranced by Jungkook’s beauty, he would follow Jungkook to the end of their life, always. With no hesitation he grabbed Jungkook’s hand and shrieked when Jungkook pulled him towards himself.

“I’m sorry for making you feel bad, I’m just impatient. Yes I’m still okay with everything we agreed and my hard limits are the same.” His sweet Jungkook, always so kind, Seokjin was very much in love. “You don’t have to apologise, I just want this to go as perfectly as it can okay?”

Their hands were still entangled together, Jungkook lifted them up and pressed a kiss to the back of Seokjin’s hand. “You are the best boyfriend ever hyung.” He could feel his ears and neck becoming red at the compliment Jungkook gave him, yes Jungkook had a massive praise kink, but so did Seokjin. Who said tops and Dominants couldn’t have praise kinks as well? Not his fault he also liked to be compliment and praised from his pretty boyfriend.

“Thank you, but you’re seriously the best boyfriend and sub anyone could ask for.” A blush coated Jungkook’s cheeks, “aish hyung don’t say things like that.” Seokjin let go of his boyfriend’s hand and softly brushed his fingers against the blush on Jungkook’s cheeks. He admired them for a couple of seconds before letting out a soft, “pretty,” noticing his cheeks becoming redder.

“Jungkookie.”

“Yes hyung?” Seokjin made sure his eyes were looking directly at Jungkook’s own ones. This was the most important part of their talk. “You have three ways to safe word tonight baby.” Jungkook nodded his head, listening intently to the words coming from Seokjin.

“The first way is to give me the information before the two hours is up. If you want to stop at any time, tell me what you did and I will stop everything immediately. Of course you could also give me the information within those two hours if you just physically, mentally, and emotionally can’t handle it anymore and that’s perfectly okay.”

“The second way is saying your safe word. What’s your safe word baby?” There was no hesitation or thought behind Jungkook’s words, Seokjin always made sure Jungkook remembered his safe word before any scene, and Jungkook never shied away from using it when he needed to. “Tiger lily.”

“Perfect. Now the third way is the traffic system. Please remind me what each colour means?” An endeared smile spread across Jungkook’s face, “green means you can keep going, yellow to slow down and pause, and red complete stop.”

Seokjin was always so proud of Jungkook, he leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss before pulling back away, “that’s right. What happens when you say red?”

“We stop everything immediately,” some ‘Doms’ might find the reiteration of safe words and the expectation of what would happen if Jungkook safe worded to be unnecessary. Those ‘Doms’ didn’t know what they were talking about. It was always always good to make sure Jungkook knew what ways he had to safe word so if he found himself in a scene and wanted to stop, he knew what options he had. “Yes exactly that’s right baby, I’m so proud of you.” Jungkook’s blush became a little redder (somehow), but with a voice that spoke confidence Jungkook said a simple, “your turn now hyung.”

This part was one of Seokjin’s favourite moments during their safe word talk. Jungkook steadied himself and moved his body to straddle Seokjin’s lap. Instinctively Seokjin wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s ridiculously small waist, they fit together easily like a puzzle. As if they were made for each other.

“Hyung, you have two ways of safe wording too.” Dominants should always have safe words as well, it wasn’t only subs who could have their limits pushed but Dominants too. It probably wasn’t common for a submissive to help reiterate a Doms safe word, but both Seokjin and Jungkook loved it. Seokjin nodded and kept silent, waiting for Jungkook to continue.

“Way number one is to use your own safe word. Hyungie, what is your word?” A small smile, and a soft, “hamster.”

“Correct, now the second way is the traffic light system. What does each colour mean hyung?”

“Green means keep going, yellow to slow down and pause, red is a complete stop.” Jungkook smiled and kissed Seokjin’s lips, “perfect score hyung. You can use them any time you need to, safe words are for you just as much as they are for me.” Seokjin had used his safe word many times before, he wasn’t afraid of using it when he needed to. “I love you, are you ready?”

An eager nod, “I’m so ready hyung.” Seokjin lifted Jungkook’s sub collar and placed it prettily on his neck with the perfect amount of tightness that Jungkook liked. He noticed his boyfriend’s instant giddiness once the collar was placed. He and Jungkook climbed off the lounge and once they were both standing, an instant shift in Seokjin’s demeanour was evident. “Jungkook, did you do something that you know I wouldn’t like?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, “Sir no of course not, I would never!”

“Is that so? See the problem is I don’t believe you,” Seokjin tapped his finger against his lip in thought, “what am I going to do with you?”

“Sir! I-“ Jungkook suddenly stopped mid sentence, “I’m so sorry Sir.” He was holding back a choked sound of distress.

“So you did do something? I knew I couldn’t trust what you said.”

“Sir! Please forgive me! I- I promise I will be better!”

Seokjin took a step closer to Jungkook, he gripped onto the ring hanging at the front of Jungkook’s collar and used that to pull Jungkook even closer. “Want to know how to make it up to me?”

“Yes! Of course Sir! Anything-”

“Tell me what you did.” The words halted from Jungkook, he looked down at his feet in shame, “I can’t Sir, I’m sorry-”

“Useless sub, can’t even do this right. Come on.” Seokjin released his grip from the ring and held on to his wrist instead, applying enough pressure to hurt, but not to bruise. He dragged the two of them upstairs and with subconscious steps to the play room. They stood outside the door for a second before Seokjin turned to face Jungkook who still had his head hanging lowly. “Strip.”

His face snapped up quicker than Seokjin anticipated, his bright big boba eyes filled with desperation and regret. “What? But Sir-”

“Did I stutter? Strip now.” He let go of his wrist and with a body language that screamed anxious, Jungkook quickly removed his pieces of articles. Seokjin hummed in approval seeing Jungkook entirely naked beside his pretty collar that claimed he was Seokjin’s. He opened the play room door and lightly pushed Jungkook into the room, the room was set up differently than what they used to.

A single chair was placed in the centre of the room, there were restraints ready for Seokjin to attach to Jungkook. Three speakers surrounded the chair, LED lights hung on the walls, and a large projector screen in front of the chair. He indicated for Jungkook to sit on the chair, and once he was comfortable Seokjin cuffed Jungkook’s ankles, wrists, and restraints to his ring.

Seokjin pulled his phone out from his pocket and set a timer for two hours, and placed it on the side somewhere where it wouldn’t distract either of them.

Hour one: Seokjin

“Jungkook, what did you do?” Only silence from Jungkook. Okay Seokjin could work with that maybe. “Do you understand why what you did was bad?”

More silence.

Seokjin hummed and slowly walked around Jungkook who was now restrained to the chair completely naked. He was considering what his next moves should be to make Jungkook talk. “Jungkookie, you know I love you right? So if you tell me now, I promise I won’t punish you too hard later.”

“I’m sorry Sir, but I can’t,” Jungkook seemed to have settled down since being seated and restrained as his voice wasn’t nearly as anxious or shaky as it was before. “Fine, have it your way then.”

On Seokjin’s left was a small table filled with toys that he might be planning to use tonight. He walked to the table and scanned everything at his disposal, Jungkook was quiet and kept still the whole time. He picked up one of their many leather floggers. Considering the fact this was supposed to be an interrogation and wasn’t for pleasure, Seokjin specifically chose a flogger with less tails to make the impact sting a lot more.

“What do you say now Jungkookie?” Seokjin turned around to show off the pretty toy he chose to use on his pretty sub. Seokjin glided his fingers against the leather tails as he walked closer to Jungkook. “I’m not saying anything, you could hit me with that as many times as you want and I won’t say a thing.”

The difference in demeanour in Jungkook from before being in the play room and afterwards was astounding. He was actually so so proud and fond, incredibly so. This sort of defiance from Jungkook has never happened in their relationship before, Jungkook always tried his best to strive to be the best sub for his hyung and Sir.

“Fine, have it your way,” with practiced ease Seokjin stood back so there was an appropriate amount of distance, and flicked his wrist down hard enough for the flogged to make contact with Jungkook’s right thigh. A groan that Jungkook tried his best to smother down, still ended up escaping his mouth. “What did you do?”

“Nothing.”

Another hit with the flogger, but this time on the other thigh. “Answer me right now whore, what the fuck did you do?”

“Ah fuck! I’m not telling you.” An even harsher hit than before on Jungkook’s right thigh again but towards the outer part. “Jungkook! I will not take your shit, just confess.” Seokjin quickly glanced down towards Jungkook’s dick and saw it was completely soft which wasn’t surprising. Yes, doing impact play usually got both of them ridiculously horny and hard, but the scene today was so different and intense that none of this was sexual. Seokjin didn’t feel an ounce of horniness, which wasn’t as uncommon as some people would think. BDSM and kink wasn’t always about sex.

Jungkook let out another exclamation at the hit, but remained silent. Back to the silence then, okay. Seokjin rolled his eyes and went back to his toys table, putting the leather flogger down. “You’re a real annoying person, you know Jungkook?” It was easier to say those words to Jungkook as he slowly slipped into a Dom space, but it still hurt his soul to be saying shit to and about Jungkook that Seokjin didn’t even remotely think or feel.

“Is that so? If I’m so annoying then why are you being so easy on me Sir?” The sarcastic tone at the word ‘Sir’ genuinely pissed Seokjin off a little bit. He suddenly turned around to stare directly at Jungkook, his thighs beginning to show red prints from the leather flogger.

Seokjin scoffed and decided to leave the room instead of giving Jungkook the time of day. As he opened the door he saw the pile of Jungkook’s clothes pooling on the floor, he silently picked them up and folded them neatly on his and Jungkook’s bed. With slow steps Seokjin opened the door to his and Jungkook’s walk in closet which was massive, one of the many quirks of being rich and famous. He sat crossed legged in the middle of the closet, next to him was a laptop Seokjin set up prior to the scene. As he opened up the laptop the first app he was greeted with was the one that controlled the LED lights. Hardly putting any thoughts to it, he turned the LED lights on to a setting that would constantly flash between a bright white and a dark red.

Once satisfied Seokjin opened another app, he also set up a camera that would have a perfect view of Jungkook. He quickly saw Jungkook trying to cover his eyes from the onslaught of flashing lights. A muffled “ah shit,” could be heard through the microphone. At least this was affecting Jungkook a bit more.

Making the app with access to the camera small on the screen and putting it to the side, Seokjin simultaneously opened another app which this time was the controls to the large projector. Seokjin preplanned heaps of videos for this exact moment, he let his mouse click on one of the videos randomly and through the camera could hear the sounds Baby Shark playing.

“What the fuck? Of course hyung would choose something like this,” Seokjin couldn’t help the laugh he let out at Jungkook’s comment. “Sorry baby, I had to choose something I knew would get on your nerves,” he apologised sincerely even if Jungkook couldn’t hear it.

After letting the song loop a couple of times, Seokjin opened another app and began playing loud siren noises through the three speakers surrounding Jungkook. He wanted forced overstimulation, he was going to get it. Thank god they were rich and soundproofed their play room.

“Oh fuck, this is worse than I thought it would be.”

Seokjin sighed sadly, he hoped Jungkook wouldn’t push himself tonight.

Noticing that his head was slipping a little from the Dom space, Seokjin tried to focus again on the scene. He turned off Baby Shark and a new video began playing, this time a very over dramatic and dramatised porn, whilst the onslaught of sirens and flashing lights continued.

What felt like five years but was probably only ten minutes, Seokjin suddenly turned off all the overbearing lights, sounds, and visuals. Leaving Jungkook in a dark and silent room.

Bracing himself, Seokjin walked out of the closet and back to the play room where he could hear slightly mumbled words from Jungkook but it wasn’t clear enough to understand.

“Had enough? Are you finally going to be a good boy and tell me what you did? Or will you continue to be a disobedient slut?”

Jungkook snapped his head upwards and looked into Seokjin’s eyes. The scene had probably only been going on for twenty minutes, but he could already begin to see the psychological effects it was having on Jungkook. The intensity in Jungkook’s eyes said it all however. He was still going to remain silent.

He tsked and walked over to his special toy table, he picked up a wooden cane without thought. Seokjin knew from experience that Jungkook wasn’t the biggest fan of canes, he much preferred floggers or paddles, but he had already assured Seokjin that he could use a cane if he wanted to, or even a whip if he was feeling like it. He probably wouldn’t, but the option was there.

“I lied earlier when I said you’re the best boyfriend and sub, why would anyone want someone who so easily breaks the rules and won’t even confess?” He remembered Jungkook mentioning that he thought emotional attacks would work on him harder than the physical ones. Seokjin already planned to use that a lot in the second half of this scene, but he decided to still say some verbal attacks. “I know for a fact I don’t.”

A quick flash of genuine hurt flashed across Jungkook’s eyes before he steadied himself and took a deep breath in. Seokjin was shocked he even saw the pain in his boyfriend’s eyes, that’s how quick it passed by. He had to trust in himself and in Jungkook that they would safe word when they couldn’t handle it anymore.

“What a useless broken sub, I don’t even want to look at you.” Seokjin closed his eyes and took what he hoped was a very subtle breath to calm himself. He was definitely enjoying himself, but he also couldn’t deny that it wasn’t easy. A fast hit to Jungkook’s left calf with the cane led to Jungkook trying to bend down, but because of the restraints he couldn’t go all the way down. “Are you finally going to tell me what you did?”

Hit with silence once again, Seokjin targeted Jungkook’s right calf with the cane. “You have to try harder than that Sir, if you want me to confess.”

“You are such a fucking brat.” He moved around Jungkook towards his back. The chair Jungkook was seated in had a little opening window, just wide enough that Seokjin could swat the cane at Jungkook’s back, which he did, pretty fucking hard.

“Shit! Fuck!” A few tears of pain spilled from Jungkook’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything else besides to express his pain and discomfort. Seokjin was genuinely so impressed with Jungkook.

He moved to stand back in front of Jungkook and tightly gripped his chin, with an adequate amount of force Seokjin lifted Jungkook’s face up. “Don’t try and act like you’re someone strong and brave, I know how truly weak and pathetic you are.” He suddenly slapped Jungkook on his cheek, a bright red handprint would definitely be left, and let go of his hold on his chin. “You can still confess now and you won’t be in as much trouble later on, you can end it all now and not have to put on a tough guy act.” He stood there for a few minutes waiting to see if Jungkook would reply, but in the end he said nothing.

Seokjin walked away without a word and found himself back in the closet again. He firstly checked the time on the laptop screen and read 5:37 pm, at least they reached the half an hour mark. Remembering that the flashing lights worked against Jungkook the best, he turned them back on, however this time made them interchange between the two colours even quicker than before. Instead of loud sirens he made each speaker play three different songs, all songs he knew Jungkook found irritating, on a loud setting.

He decided to leave the projector blank and focused on changing the songs playing through the speaker frequently. He compiled a list of twenty songs he recounted Jungkook not liking and switched between them whilst the lights flashed every half a second. Even Seokjin was feeling a bit overstimulated himself just seeing and hearing it through the camera, he couldn’t imagine how Jungkook must have felt.

It was hard to tell with the lights but it did look like Jungkook was mumbling some words, maybe he was cursing Seokjin out, or saying words to ground himself, or even confessing, who fucking knows what Jungkook was saying if he was even mumbling words to begin with.

Seokjin couldn’t lie but he actually really enjoyed this part of the play so far, trying to overstimulate Jungkook, strategically choosing things he knew would get to Jungkook the most. It was really fun, and he was even more excited for what he had planned for the second hour.

Waiting for the three songs currently blasting to finish, Seokjin thought about what he would do when he re-entered the room. He had a few ideas, anything from more emotional attacks, to slapping, using the cane or flogger again, or maybe even sounding. Actually that wasn’t a bad idea.

When the three songs ended, Seokjin played the loud sirens again, and suddenly a video played once again on the projector, this time was the movie Metropolis. He needed time to properly sanitise the toy. Before standing up he checked the time again and saw it was nearing 6 pm, almost one hour left, Jungkook was holding out a lot longer than he could have ever anticipated.

He quickly leapt up from the carpeted floor and quickly made his way to the play room, he tried not to draw too much attention to himself but couldn’t help but yell a “fuck!” when he finally understood just how overstimulating the room was. “Sir?” Jungkook asked with concern.

“I’m fine baby, don’t worry about me.” The concern from Jungkook and reassurance from Seokjin probably ruined the atmosphere of the scene a tiny bit but it was okay, they could easily rebuild it, and besides it wasn’t hard to get back into the play with how damn overbearing this room was. He made his way over to the table and saw the silicone sounding toy, he grabbed it and rushed out of the room as quickly as possible.

With the toy in hand he made sure to thoroughly sanitise the toy with boiling water and wash his hands repeatedly with unscented soap. He placed the toy in a bag that was sanitised and brought a couple pairs of gloves with him, Seokjin made his way back to the closet and turned everything off. A lot slower than previously, Seokjin left the closet again and entered the play room. Jungkook sat in his chair with his head hanging lowly, “you’re still being stubborn hey?”

“I’m not telling you anything,” Jungkook murmured, it was harder to distinguish his words since his head continued to look downwards. “That’s fine, I have more ways to try and make you talk.” Like a cat, Seokjin took precise steps to Jungkook and stared at his boyfriend once he was in front of him. With a tsk Seokjin spoke up again, “you’re really pathetic you know?”

He dropped down to his knees and was soon face to face with Jungkook’s soft dick. In order to insert the toy he needed Jungkook to be at least semi hard, Seokjin thought about it for a second before putting the completely soft cock in his mouth.

“Oh shit! Fuck!” Seokjin swirled his tongue around the dick, feeling it beginning to harden up a tiny bit in his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks and as the cock became harder, took more of it into his mouth. Breathy moans left Jungkook’s lips, encouraging Seokjin to go faster, but Seokjin popped off suddenly. His cock was semi hard and that was exactly what he needed.

“You’ve been such a disobedient sub, don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.” Carefully Seokjin placed the gloves over his hands and opened a bottle of water based lube and smothered it all over the sounding toy as well as on Jungkook’s dick. The two of them decided on the size of the toy beforehand, Jungkook only liked one particular size as it gave him maximum pleasure, however since this was an interrogation Jungkook consented for Seokjin to go up a size or two.

Carefully Seokjin slid the silicone toy down Jungkook’s urethra, a small hiss of pain came from above. He slowed his movements even more, “you know it’s funny how I’m here on my knees for you, and yet I still have all the power whilst you remain a powerless submissive.”

“When will you finally give in and stop being so bratty?” He kept pushing the toy a little further, but since it was made out of silicone and not titanium the slide wasn’t as easy. The stretch was also more than Jungkook was used to taking so Seokjin was trying to be more careful. “Baby, do you want to know how long this has been going for? How much longer you have left?” The tone sounded casual, almost like he was giving Jungkook a chance of relief, but the cruel undertone to his sentence gave his intentions away.

Jungkook remained silent beside the grunts of pain from the insertion of the toy in his urethra, Seokjin couldn’t have that. “Not gonna answer? Well I’ll tell you anyways, it’s only 5:20 pm. You still have a long way to go.” Obviously that wasn’t true, but it made the situation seem more dire.

A distressed whine from Jungkook, “yeah I know it must be so hard. So why don’t you be a good boy for your Sir and tell me what you did.”

“I- Kookie is a good boy,” Jungkook choked out. Well if Jungkook was referring to himself as ‘Kookie’ then he was definitely in subspace.

Seokjin sighed in disappointment, “you’re not being very good right now Kookie.” The majority of the toy was in Jungkook already, Seokjin didn’t want to push his limits too hard especially when he was in subspace, so he stopped, left the toy in, and stood back up.

“Kookie is good,” Seokjin noticed tears streaming down his boyfriend’s face, he looked exhausted mentally. Jungkook had sweat sticking to his hair, tears falling down, a desperate plea screaming from his eyes. It was always so arousing seeing Jungkook thoroughly fucked up, Seokjin could feel himself getting a little hard in his pants at the sight.

Seokjin gripped Jungkook’s chin again and looked him directly in the eyes as he slapped his cheek hard enough for the sound to vibrate in the room. “I don’t think so.”

“No! Kookie is good! I- Kookie can be better!” He let his grip go without responding to Jungkook’s declaration and instead walked to his table. He picked up a flogger once again but this time a chain one instead of leather. They didn’t use this one very often, but it was always fun.

“If you want to be a good boy, then fucking confess.” Seokjin’s tone was becoming harsher, he was a little desperate honestly. In his Dom space his drive to win the game had become a lot more prominent than it was when he was out of it.

“Please Sir, Kookie-“

Seokjin raised the chain flogger and hit it directly on Jungkook’s left thigh (he didn’t do it too hard to ensure there wasn’t any bruising). “Ah!” Jungkook screamed, the red marks from the flogger were immediate. More tears rushed down, “Sir- Kookie is being good, I swear!” He stumbled over his words, choking back on tears and saliva.

“Kookie isn’t being good enough apparently,” he gently rubbed over the spot he just hit Jungkook, trying to ground Jungkook even just a tiny bit. Jungkook knew his safe words, and he was able to safe word during subspace, so if it got too much Jungkook could safe word. He trusted Jungkook. Seokjin just wanted to give the tiniest bit of comfort even if technically he shouldn’t.

Taking a breath in, Seokjin closed his eyes to re-steady himself. He felt the weight of the chain flogger in his hand and decided to use it one more time. “Kookie, I’ll give you one more chance to confess or I will hit you again with this,” Seokjin said, emphasising the flogger in his hand.

“Sir please- Kookie just- Kookie good-“ the tears wouldn’t stop, he was definitely falling deeper into subspace and into a probable breakdown. “Kookie won’t say anything,” Jungkook tried saying with determination, but the endless tears and trembling voice disputed his attempt.

A loud sound of chains coming into contact with skin shook throughout the room, “I won’t be so kind next time Kookie.”

Hour two: Jungkook

Jungkook had no perception of anything. He didn’t know what the time was. He didn’t know if he was just imagining everything. He found himself falling in and out of awareness way too often.

The only thing he knew for certain was he was Jungkook, Seokjin was his Dom, and he was safe.

Oh and that he brought a pack of cigarettes.

That was the rule Jungkook decided to break.

It wasn’t that Seokjin forbade Jungkook from smoking, but he definitely didn’t like it and didn’t want Jungkook to make a habit of it. So they came up with a compromise, Jungkook was free to smoke or vape if he was hanging out with friends and it was offered to him, but he couldn’t buy his own cigarettes. After all Jungkook was his own adult and could do whatever he wanted, but Seokjin just wanted what was best for his health. So occasional and social smoking was fine, but buying his own cigarettes and smoking them regularly was not.

Jungkook decided on doing this early on (he didn’t smoke the packet, just hid them away somewhere Seokjin would never find them), it was the best one to break really. Low risk, easy, Jungkook wouldn’t get punished too much if Seokjin found it, and it definitely wouldn’t jeopardise their relationship in any way.

If only Jungkook could forget what he did during this moment, it would make it so much easier to endure everything Seokjin had done to him thus far, and he would be less tempted to just confess. But Jungkook was determined to win and even if he was so exhausted from the play, it was so much fun. He always loved seeing more of Seokjin’s cruel side, and this was the best way to witness it. Jungkook was having the time of his life.

Jungkook heard Seokjin sigh heavily as he walked back over to the table and placed the chain flogger back. It was hard to be fully aware of his surroundings, Jungkook constantly felt himself slipping further and further into a very floaty subspace. He tried focusing on things he could see, smell, hear, and feel, but god it was all so so hard for him. He could feel the tears dried on his cheeks, he could hear Seokjin’s light but calculated steps walking around him, he could smell Jungkook’s cologne he put on earlier before the play, he could see Seokjin stopping in front of him and crouching down to be on eye level with him.

“My baby, my Kookie,” his voice was so soft and comforting that Jungkook couldn’t hold back the whine in his throat. He wanted Seokjin to hold him, to comfort him, to do all the things he usually did when Jungkook was in subspace. But he knew Seokjin wouldn’t and Jungkook asked for it to be like this. “I love you so much, but I swear to god if you don’t confess I will leave you. I can’t be with such a disobedient sub.”

More tears streamed down his face as he whimpered at Seokjin’s words. He didn’t want Seokjin to leave him! He loved his boyfriend and Dom so much, what did he do so bad to be punished like this? “No! Sir please don’t! Kookie-“ he choked on his own tears and saliva.

“No?” Seokjin’s tone was so cruel, so cold, there was no love in it. Jungkook hated it, no that wasn’t right. Jungkook loved it, he loved seeing Seokjin all sadistic and mean. Kookie hated it. He hated the cruelness, he hated when Seokjin wouldn’t caress him with love and affection, he hated that he couldn’t be held.

But Jungkook was a masochist at heart, so yes even Kookie loved how mean and cruel Seokjin could get when he was in a Dom headspace.

“You seriously won’t? Pathetic.” A sharp sting on Jungkook’s cheek indicated that he had been slapped again by Seokjin. “Kookie is sorry Sir please!” His throat constricted as his breathing became heavier and more difficult. He was panicking, he knew the signs. Jungkook tried his best to slow his breathing, to focus on his surroundings. He knew he had his safe words, he knew his limits, and they hadn’t been reached but-

“Yellow,” was said with the smallest voice Jungkook has ever heard from himself. He didn’t want to stop, not even close, but he needed to compose himself and if he didn’t, then he or Seokjin would have to safe word whether he liked it or not.

Immediately Seokjin removed any touch he had to Jungkook’s skin and instantly went into action, “it’s okay baby breathe with me okay? Nice and slow.” Jungkook stared directly into his boyfriend’s eyes, even with his blurry vision from his tears he could easily see Seokjin’s chest rising and falling deeply but slowly. He tried his hardest to follow along with Seokjin, he inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. His boyfriend kept breathing with him and softly caressed his cheek giving him praise.

“That’s it baby, nice and slow okay? You’re doing so good, I’m so proud of you.” The praise did wonders to Jungkook’s subspace mindset, it was exactly what he needed at that moment. “Kookie, tell Sir your colour please?”

His voice was shaky as he said, “Kookie is still yellow but almost green again.”

“Thank you baby, can you tell me what you want me to do differently?” He shook his head, he didn’t know. Everything was so fuzzy, his body felt like he was floating. Thinking was the last thing he wanted to do. “Kookie, Sir needs an answer or otherwise I’m calling off the rest of this scene.” Those words brought a fear Jungkook didn’t know he had, he didn’t want the scene to end. Yes he was getting very overwhelmed and started having a panic attack, but he seriously was enjoying himself.

“Kookie doesn’t want Sir to stop!”

“Then please tell me what I can do to help,” he asked with almost an undertone of pleading. “I- Kookie doesn’t want anything to change, just,” he trailed off looking down at his bare legs and feet.

“Just?” Seokjin softly prompted.

He shook his head again, “Kookie wants Sir to keep going. Kookie liked it, Kookie just needed a break.” He looked back up to his boyfriend’s eyes that were so incredibly fond. “You promise? Sir won’t continue unless Kookie is 100% sure.”

“Kookie promises.”

“Okay baby,” he gave a soft kiss to Jungkook’s forehead, “colour?”

Jungkook took another deep breath in, he was okay now. He had a slight panic attack, which he wasn’t too surprised by, but with the immediate help of Seokjin calming him down, they avoided a huge breakdown and a sudden sub drop. “Kookie is green Sir.”

Seokjin nodded and breathed in slightly, Jungkook couldn’t help but subconsciously do the same. “Kookie, your Sir is very disappointed in you for not confessing you know,” the instant switch in Seokjin’s behaviour gave Jungkook whiplash, which became extremely confusing in Jungkook’s subspace mind. Jungkook wanted to apologise, wanted to beg Seokjin for forgiveness.

But before he even got the chance to get those words out, Seokjin roughly gripped Jungkook’s hair, tilting his head backwards. He spat on Jungkook’s face and left without a word.

Once he heard the door click shut, the tears began again. Everything was just so overwhelming and confusing, he knew he broke a rule that the two of them set, but it wasn’t that big of a deal! Why was he being punished so cruelly?

Jungkook loudly whimpered in the dark room when the white and red flashing lights started again. The strain on his eyes was immense, it was so difficult to concentrate on anything. Even with his eyes closed, it didn’t stop the bright lights from flashing through his eyelids. It became even worse for him once he heard those accursed loud sirens blasting throughout the room. Seokjin really wasn’t holding out on him.

Jungkook tried blocking out the lights by squeezing his eyes shut, and combating against the sirens by singing some of Jungkook’s favourite songs to himself to calm him down. It only half worked.

Way too delirious to notice, the flashing lights and loud sound stopped at once. Jungkook had no idea how long they were gone for or if they were even on to begin with at this point. He just knew that they were definitely off right now and Jungkook was in a very dark and silent room, alone.

It could have been three minutes, or two hours, Jungkook seriously couldn’t tell, but after some point the door opened. Seokjin flicked on the light in the play room, illuminating Seokjin. Jungkook hissed from the contrast of the dark room to bright lights.

“Kookie,” a very heartbroken voice. Jungkook instantly was alarmed. Why was his hyung so sad? “Sir?”

Seokjin didn’t say anything in response, he slowly made his way towards Jungkook, his head faced down and his arms rubbing at his eyes. “Sir?” Jungkook tried again with a little more desperation.

Jungkook became more confused by his Dom’s behaviour as he sat at Jungkook’s feet and placed his head on Jungkook’s bare thighs.

“Kookie,” again that heartbroken voice, it tore at Jungkook. “Why would you do this to me?”

Huh?

“Kookie, Sir is so so upset. All you had to do was confess but you’re making it so hard. Why?”

No! It didn’t make sense, none of it did. Jungkook was just following his Sir’s orders! Kookie wasn’t bad!

“Sir, Kookie good,” he needed Seokjin to understand that. Jungkook could taste his own tears in his mouth, but he didn’t care or worry about that. Seokjin shook his head at Jungkook’s words, “Kookie is very bad.”

“No!”

Jungkook remembered! When his Sir was attaching the restraints on to Jungkook, Seokjin told him, he said ‘baby be a good boy for your Sir and try to hold out on giving me the information okay?’ Seokjin said that!

Jungkook remembered. Why didn’t he?

That was what caused the most confusion for Jungkook, he was only doing what his Sir told him and he was being so cruel to him. Why?

“Kookie not good, Kookie good please Sir-“

Seokjin lifted his head from Jungkook’s thighs, he could see the utter devastation and disappointment in his Sir’s eyes and even-

“Kookie, your Sir hates punishing you. Why are you doing this to your Sir? Do you hate me?” He whispered those last few words, making Jungkook’s heart wrench. But Jungkook’s main focus was on Seokjin’s eyes. What really caught Jungkook’s attention from his eyes was the tears. It was as if Seokjin was having a breakdown, and Jungkook didn’t know what to do.

“No! Kookie loves Sir!”

“I don’t believe you.”

Jungkook’s head was in so much pain, one half of him wanted to just give in, confess that he brought a packet of cigarettes so his Sir would be happy with him again. But the other side kept repeating over and over again that Seokjin told him to withhold the information.

He was so confused and didn’t know what was the right thing to do.

“Please believe Kookie! Kookie wouldn’t lie to Sir! Please-“

Seokjin’s tears fell even harder, his voice was shaky when he spoke, “but how can Sir trust Kookie?”

“Sir! No please! Trust Kookie!” Jungkook tried to beg. He loved Seokjin too much. He would never be able to handle Seokjin leaving him. Jungkook would become one of those sad miserable stories of people who became depressed for life, a reclusive, and never found love again because the love of his life left him.

“I- Sir doesn’t know what to do. Sir is so upset with you, but I love you so much.”

“Sir please don’t! Kookie will be good!” Jungkook wasn’t even sure what he was saying anymore. Words just kept spilling out of his mouth, he would have said anything to keep Seokjin by his side.

Seokjin gently cradled Jungkook’s cheek and kissed him softly right on his lips. A slimmer of hope raised inside Jungkook, maybe finally his Sir won’t be so disappointed at him anymore.

“I think- Kookie, I might have to break up with you.” His heart broke and shattered into a million pieces. He didn’t think a broken heart could feel so heavy, and yet so soft at the same time. It was a weird way to describe a broken heart, but at that point, in that mindset, Jungkook was beginning to accept that it was his fault for Seokjin wanting to leave him.

“No! Please! Sir! Please,” he choked on his words and tears. “Kookie will be good! Please!”

“I won’t break up with Kookie if Kookie tells me what he did.” He nodded his head way too quickly, “Kookie will do anything.”

“Then tell me, or I will break up with you.”

Jungkook sniffled, he felt snot running down the bottom half of his face, some even getting into his mouth. “Kookie- Kookie did something bad.”

“What did Kookie do? Tell Sir.”

“Kookie-“

His words died in his throat as a very familiar ringtone played in the room.

“Congratulations baby, you won.”

Jungkook felt so much relief with the sounds of the restraints attached to him fell to the ground, the soft words of praise leaving Seokjin’s lips as he carefully helped Jungkook out of the chair. “I am so so proud of you baby,” a loving kiss was placed on Jungkook’s shoulder when the two of them were left standing together in the play room.

He had a hard time focusing on the movements of him and Seokjin, Jungkook was so so exhausted and knew he would be experiencing a sub drop soon. His vision was blurry, but even so he saw the door to their bedroom. Soon Jungkook felt the softness of their mattress underneath him. “Stay here for a second okay? I’ll be right back.” Another kiss but this time on his nose. Jungkook only half committedly nodded at Seokjin’s words, it wasn’t like he was planning on moving any time soon. The sound of rushing water could be heard, he assumed Seokjin was either getting the shower ready for him or running him a bath.

Soft hands touched his arms, lifting him from the bed. “Okay up we go pretty boy.” A whined ‘hyung’ left his lips as his shaky legs stood up, “I know, hyung will look after you okay?” He was directed into their ensuite where their shower was already on, steam was enveloped all throughout the bathroom, Jungkook looked towards the bath and saw that it was also filling up. Seokjin knew him so well.

Seokjin helped Jungkook get in the shower, he immediately sighed when he felt the perfectly warm water hitting his skin, he instantly became more relaxed. Without Jungkook noticing, Seokjin removed all his clothes and entered the shower with him. No words were said as Seokjin made quick but thorough work of cleaning both of their bodies. By the time he was finished washing them, the bath was filled up all the way, Seokjin kissed Jungkook’s neck, and turned off the shower taking them both into the bath.

Jungkook hummed happily as his body lowered into the warm bath water, he was even happier when Seokjin sat behind him. Jungkook slid his back up against Seokjin’s chest and rested his head backwards on his shoulder. “My baby, I am so proud of you. I love you so much.”

“Love you hyung,” the first words Jungkook uttered after the scene were words that had been true for Jungkook for years and years, and will forever remain true for the rest of his life. He loved Seokjin always and forever. “You are so cute,” Jungkook scrunched his nose on instinct as Seokjin peppered his face with a bunch of feather light kisses.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whined. “Hmm?”

“Stop,” he tried to turn his face a little to the side to avoid Seokjin’s lips. That only deterred Seokjin on even more, he tried twisting his body in a way where he could still kiss Jungkook. Unable to help it, Jungkook began to laugh uncontrollably, he really loved Seokjin. “Okay, okay fine I’ll stop. Lean forward for me, I’ll wash your hair okay?”

Jungkook easily obliged, he loved when Seokjin washed his hair. He was always so gentle and thorough. Jungkook swore he once fell asleep one time. The content sigh Jungkook let out once Seokjin started to scrub the shampoo in Jungkook’s hair echoed throughout the bathroom. “Feels good baby?”

“The best.”

“I’m glad,” Seokjin fell silent again concentrating on his task at hand. So caught up in his own mind, Jungkook didn’t even notice the choked sound escaping his lips or the tears rolling down his eyes. “Baby?” Seokjin asked with concern as he removed his hands from Jungkook’s hair, he washed off any leftover shampoo from his hands before softly running his hands up and down in comfort on Jungkook’s back and arms.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook couldn’t explain the tears, but even so he knew why he was crying. It was the stupid sub drop. After the adrenaline rushed through him during the scene and whilst he was in subspace, once his hormones calmed back down Jungkook always cried. He hated it. It was probably one of his least favourite things about going into subspace.

“I’m okay, just you know,” Jungkook trailed off.

“Yeah I know, it’s alright I’m here for you. Just cry and let it all out.” Jungkook nodded with his lips quivering. Another kiss on the back of his neck this time, he felt so loved.

After Jungkook cried, Seokjin finished washing Jungkook’s hair, they stayed in the bath until the water turned cold taking in the peace and serenity, Seokjin helped Jungkook out of the tub. He dried his body with so much care and love, like he was worshiping his body. He dressed Jungkook in his comfiest pyjamas and helped apply lotion on to his skin. Jungkook sat on the bathroom vanity as he watched Seokjin with much less care and time, dry and dress himself. A small giggle was heard from Jungkook, his boyfriend was an idiot in love. Seokjin looked at Jungkook with both confusion and amusement, he only shook his head in response and laughed again.

Hand in hand, they walked out of their ensuite and went straight towards their bed. It was only around 9 pm but Jungkook was always so exhausted after being in subspace, another consequence of sub drop. The two wordlessly hopped on to their bed and under their covers, Seokjin lied on his back and opened his arms up. Jungkook didn’t hesitate and slid right up next to him, holding on to him tightly. He hated being far away from his hyung after a scene.

“Here, for you,” Jungkook lifted his head that was resting on Seokjin’s naked chest and saw banana milk, his go to after care drink. “Thank you hyungie, I love you.”

“I love you too pretty.” Jungkook kissed Seokjin’s lips, it was soft, unrushed, and filled with so much love.

Jungkook woke up feeling very refreshed and no longer exhausted. Once he had a good night’s rest, he always felt better the next morning. The real problem was-

He moved his arm around blindingly trying to find a single presence of Seokjin but found none. His side of the bed was empty and cold, not a good sign. Jungkook sat up and looked around the room in a scurry. It was void of any other person however, sitting on Jungkook’s bedside table was a letter and a singular tiger lily in a small vase. In a haste, Jungkook grabbed the letter and read it.

Good morning baby,

I hope you had a good sleep. I wanted to let you rest for longer.

I’ll be downstairs whenever you wake up.

Love you.

Jungkook sighed and laid back down on the bed with a huff.

Jungkook was not the problem the day after a scene, Seokjin was.

With determination Jungkook leapt out of bed and made his way downstairs, he couldn’t spot Seokjin from the stairway, but he could smell food. Kitchen it was then.

The soft sounds of Jungkook’s foot as he shuffled along the floor was heard, once he made his way to the kitchen a soft endeared smile took over. What looked like fresh food (if the steam coming off it had anything to do with it) was dished on multiple plates, both coffee and banana milk was in cups on the table, and there was Seokjin pacing around the room.

“Hyung?” Seokjin snapped his head at the sound and immediately rushed over to Jungkook, “oh good morning baby, did you have a good sleep?” Seokjin fretted over him, Jungkook loved the attention but also couldn’t help feeling worried. “Of course hyungie, you took such great care of me yesterday.” The hitch in Seokjin’s breath didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook.

He looked down at the floor in silence, Jungkook’s lips turned into a sad smile. “Breakfast smells great hyung,” he tried to redirect Seokjin’s mood and make him focus on something else. “Huh? Oh yeah breakfast, here I made you all your favourites.”

The two sat down at their dining table, Seokjin pushed both the cups of coffee and banana milk towards Jungkook. “I wasn’t sure which one you wanted, so I made both.”

“Thank you,” he grabbed the coffee and hummed in delightment, it was made the exact way he liked it. “It’s perfect, thank you seriously. For the coffee, the food, and taking such good care of me.” Jungkook was maybe pushing it just a little bit, but he wanted to gauge what Seokjin’s mindset was at.

“Oh,” was all he said.

Jungkook left it at that, he picked up his chopsticks and dug in. “Oh man, this is so good,” Seokjin’s cooking was always incredible but something about it today took it to another level. “Seriously hyung you out did yourself,” Jungkook said with grunts of approval.

“Thank you Jungkookie,” a blush was seen on Seokjin’s cheeks. He smiled warmly at his boyfriend, and continued to eat his food in silence. It wasn’t until Jungkook was at his last few bites that he heard it, a choked distress sound from Seokjin. He dropped his chopsticks in an instant, his eyes immediately on Seokjin. Jungkook could easily notice the red rimmed outline to his eyes, and the clear distraught there.

“Hyung? What’s wro-“

“I’m so so sorry,” a few tears fell from his hyung’s beautiful eyes. “Oh no, hyung no,” Jungkook abandoned his food and slid his chair backwards. The only thing on his mind was comforting Seokjin, that was all he cared about. He crawled on to Seokjin’s lap and wrapped his arms around his neck, trying his best to give him as much comfort as possible.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I went too far yesterday, oh god I’m horrible.” He hugged him tighter, “no hyungie you are not horrible, why would you say that?”

“I shouldn’t have threatened to break up with you yesterday, or do literally anything I did yesterday. I’m a horrible boyfriend and Dom.”

Dom drop.

Dom’s experienced drops after scenes too, it wasn’t just subs. Whilst Jungkook experienced his sub drop immediately afterwards, he didn’t want to be left alone and was very easily prone to crying. Seokjin typically experienced Dom drop the day after, like a hangover, and he always felt guilty, and that guilt translated into self loathing and crying as well.

“Jinnie hyung, are you forgetting the part that I wanted you to do all of that to me? You are the best Dom ever,” he pulled backwards a tiny bit, enough so he could look Seokjin directly into his eyes that had tears in them. “I love you so much, I couldn’t have asked for a better Dom. You did incredible last night, I’m so proud of you.”

Jungkook was actually really fond of praising and complementing his boyfriend. Seokjin needed praise, love, care, and reassurance too, and Jungkook was more than happy to fill in that role for Seokjin.

He could tell by the slight lowering of Seokjin’s eyes that he didn’t believe Jungkook’s words. Jungkook was not having that.

“Hyungie,” Jungkook lightly kissed Seokjin’s nose, and then his left cheek, right cheek, his forehead, before finally placing one last kiss on Seokjin’s beautiful plump lips that Jungkook would never get tired of. “I love you, so so much.”

“I love you too,” his voice was so small, Jungkook hated it. “Would it help if we talked about the scene?”

A quick nod was what Jungkook saw in response. The two of them usually liked to talk about any scenes they did together, it helped them to decompress, and to let the other know about anything they really liked, or really hated.

“Okay, I’ll start off first then.” Jungkook took a quick breath, to help collect his thoughts a bit better. “I really liked it, yes I won’t lie. It was really fucking hard at times. I was really overstimulated, which I wanted but it was just a lot. But I liked it, it was something different and challenging. Plus I won so that’s always a bonus.”

They both softly laughed at Jungkook bragging about him winning, they truly were usually very competitive but neither of them minded too much about this competition and who won, Jungkook said it just for fun.

“Is it something I would do again? Yeah probably, but only like once a year or something. And definitely not longer than two hours, fuck that felt like forever. Oh! And I loved everything you did, I promise.”

Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to Seokjin’s lips to indicate that he was finished and was patiently waiting for Seokjin’s turn. “Thank you baby for your feedback. I think- I think I liked it a lot, I’m just so scared I went too far at times. The manipulation, the cruelty, everything. I feel so horrible, and I hate that I really liked it.”

He silently nodded, encouraging Seokjin to continue on. “I probably also wouldn’t do it often, and I agree, definitely not longer than two hours. That was enough time. Is there anything I can do in the future to avoid you from saying ‘yellow’ next time? Any way to improve?”

“No, you were absolutely fine,” Jungkook vehemently shook his head. “It just got really overwhelming at one point, I needed a break or otherwise I would probably have a sub drop suddenly and they always suck. But my limits hadn’t been reached, so I didn’t need to safe word or say ‘red’ you know?”

“Yeah I know, that’s why yellow exists for moments like those. Thank you for telling me, and thank you for all of this.”

“Hyungie,” a whine, “don’t thank me for something basic. My boyfriend is experiencing a Dom drop, of course I would help and look after you.” Jungkook hated when Seokjin acted like him helping Seokjin was something of an inconvenience to Jungkook. Especially when that was the furthest from the truth.

“I’m really lucky, you know? To have you.”

“No way, I’m the lucky one.” Jungkook kissed his boyfriend deeply, not wanting to hear Seokjin’s argument back to him. Seokjin easily followed along with Jungkook’s movements, he placed his hands on Jungkook’s hips and held them. Jungkook nibbled on Seokjin’s lip, trying to get him to either tighten his grip on him, or open his mouth. He ended up achieving the latter.

A tongue pushed into Seokjin’s mouth, and as soon as Jungkook felt Seokjin’s tongue against his, he slowed down the rhythm of their kiss. Going for something more intimate than heated. He sighed contentedly, he loved Seokjin, he always felt safe, like home.

Jungkook moaned inside Seokjin’s mouth as his boyfriend pushed his body harder into his boyfriend, their erections bumping and rubbing up against each other.

“Hyung, please,” Jungkook moaned breathlessly.

Seokjin pressed hard kisses to his neck, “what does my baby want?”

“Want you. Always.”

“I would never deny my baby anything,” with a bit of awkward shuffling, the two of them both removed their pyjama pants and underwear. Seokjin sleeps shirtless, so he was now completely naked sitting on his chair, whilst Jungkook was only wearing a silky button up shirt hung loosely over his body.

Jungkook felt Seokjin’s eyes rake over his body, he shivered slightly at his boyfriend’s intense stare. “Fuck you are so hot baby.”

He shook his head, “hyung hasn’t looked at himself in the mirror lately. If I’m hot, then you are sexy.” Seokjin laughed, which caused the both of them to jolt. “Is that so?”

“Mhmmm, hyung is like the sexiest actor ever. I can see why you are Korea’s top actor hyung. Your acting skills towards the end of the scene was really impressive actually.”

“Wow thanks, that means a lot coming from Korea’s favourite kpop idol.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, “okay yes yes, can you just fuck me now?”

“You’re really impatient this morning.”

“We haven’t fucked in a couple of days, sue me for being horny and wanting my insanely hot and sexy boyfriend to fuck me.” Jungkook moaned louder as he felt a singular finger enter him, he wasn’t sure when the fuck Seokjin got lube but he wasn’t complaining. “You’re so tight baby.”

A breathy voice, “I told you we haven’t fucked in a few days.” Jungkook leaned his face forward to rest against Seokjin’s shoulder. His moans became louder and breathier as Seokjin carefully fingered Jungkook. “Another one, please.”

“Can you take it?” Seokjin teased as he lightly pressed a second finger to his rim. “Yes of course I can take it, who do you take me as?”

Seokjin slowly pulled his finger out and even slower pushed two fingers in, “fine.” It felt so so good, his fingers were hitting all of Jungkook’s good spots. He couldn’t help all the whines and moans, Seokjin always took such good care of him. “You take my fingers so well, I can’t wait to get my cock inside of you.”

“Please hyung,” he panted into Seokjin’s ear as he felt the delicious stretch from Seokjin’s fingers. “Please what baby?”

“I can take it now, please just put it in.” Seokjin tsked, “no way, not with only two fingers you know this already.” He whined in frustration, fuck Seokjin and his stupidly big dick, Jungkook was horny and impatient, he wanted to get fucked now!

“You sound so pretty begging though, I’ll give you another finger instead hm?”

“Please, hyungie, please.” He breathed out louder as he felt the third finger, the stretch was more intense and stung, but he knew he could take it. He liked the burn anyways. Very masochistic of him.

“Feel good baby?” He nodded, feeling way too much pleasure to be able to respond verbally. Jungkook felt a kiss placed on the top of his hair, “you look so pretty on my lap taking my fingers like the good boy you are.”

A whimper.

“Yeah I know baby, just a little bit longer okay?” He was slowly losing his mind, Seokjin’s fingers were so good, but fuck Jungkook needed something more, something bigger. He could feel Seokjin’s fingers scissoring him open wide enough so Jungkook could take his cock. Suddenly a bolt of pleasure ran up his spine and the loudest moan thus far echoed in their dining room. “Right there yeah?”

“Mhm, again please.” Seokjin hit his prostate dead on over and over again, it was way too good. “Hyungie please- I’m gonna- I don’t wanna- please.”

“Okay, I got you pretty.” Jungkook whined as his fingers left him, suddenly feeling too empty all at once. “I know baby, hyung will give you what you need soon.” Jungkook lazily kissed Seokjin’s neck to distract himself from the overwhelming feeling of emptiness, he hated it so much.

“Lift your hips up slightly,” following Seokjin’s directions immediately and lifted up. He instantly relaxed when he felt the head of Seokjin’s cock rubbed against his hole. “Are you ready baby?”

Fast nods, “so ready hyungie.” A frustratingly slow push into Jungkook’s ass, he wanted Seokjin to just put his entire cock in at once, even if it wasn’t a very smart or safe idea. “You are taking me so so good baby, I’m not even all the way in and you’re already squeezing me so tight.”

“Just- just put it all in already please.”

“Okay,” a deep thrust from Seokjin had Jungkook sitting on Seokjin’s cock fully at the hilt. His cock was so perfect, it filled up Jungkook in every way he needed. Without being told, he leaned backwards from Seokjin’s neck and placed his hands behind him on Seokjin’s thighs, and started to lift his hips up and down. He was getting impatient and he really wanted to cum. “Hyung, so- so good.”

“Yeah baby, you make me feel so good too,” he also thrusted to help alleviate Jungkook, but ultimately let Jungkook set the pace for himself. “My baby, you are so wow.” Jungkook felt himself heat up at the undivided attention Seokjin was giving him, his eyes were intense like he was ready to eat Jungkook up at any moment, but also so fond as if he would give Jungkook the world.

“The way your tight hole squeezes my cock, I could watch you fuck yourself on me all day.” From the praise Jungkook rode his boyfriend with more determination trying to cum as quickly as possible. “Ah!” Jungkook completely forgot about his own prostate for a second until he accidentally found it. “Ah! Fuck- so so good- I’m- close.”

“Yeah?” Seokjin gripped on to Jungkook’s hips for leverage and thrusted even harder. “Yeah close,” the intense slide of Seokjin’s cock in and out, hitting Jungkook’s prostate, had him whining loudly as he spilled his cum all over his silky shirt and Seokjin’s naked chest. “You are so pretty when you cum baby, where do you want me to?”

Jungkook slumped forwards again and whispered an exhausted, “inside please.” A few fast, quick and unsteady thrusts later and Jungkook moaned in content when the feeling of Seokji’s cum filled him up.

The two sat in silence, trying to catch their breaths. “Thank you baby,” Seokjin wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s waist, and Jungkook absolutely melted. “What for?”

“For helping me, I love you.” Jungkook shook his head, “I’m not done.”

“What do you mean?” Seokjin asked in confusion.

He rolled his eyes, “oh hyung this is just the beginning. Okay you will go upstairs, go start a bath, I’ll clean up down here, I’ll join you afterwards, and then it’s my turn to look after you.”

Seokjin laughed, “I literally just came inside you, what are you going to do? Clean up with cum dripping down your thighs?”

“That’s hot and kinky,” retorted back Jungkook.

“And who would be cleaning that up?”

“Don’t worry no one, I came prepared.” Jungkook manoeuvred his body to grab his pyjama shorts that were lying on the floor. Seokjin steadied Jungkook by holding tighter around, once he grabbed the shorts he took something out of a pocket.

Seokjin couldn’t help the loud squeak he let out, tears fell from his eyes from how hard he was laughing. “When the fuck did you bring a butt plug down with you?”

“Hey! You can never be too sure when your hot, handsome, and really sexy boyfriend is going to fuck you. You have to always be prepared.”

“You are crazy and insatiable, you know that?” Seokjin tucked a strand of Jungkook’s wavy hair behind his ear. “Yep. But you love me anyways.”

“I won’t even deny it, but you love me too.”

“Of course, love you hyung. Now go! Get your bath ready!” Jungkook stood up from Seokjin’s lap and tried pushing his boyfriend to go upstairs.

“Yes, yes, see you soon baby.” Seokjin kissed Jungkook’s forehead before he left. Jungkook smiled to himself, he was seriously so lucky. He was never more grateful than in that moment for Seokjin’s weird antics over six years ago, for making Jungkook confused after a random interaction at a random party Jungkook didn’t even care about. But more than anything he was so happy that he trusted Seokjin.