Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/8546959. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS Relationship: Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Park_Jimin, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga_&_Park_Jimin, Kim Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin_(BTS), Kim_Namjoon_| Rap_Monster/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga Character: Park_Jimin_(BTS), Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim Seokjin_|_Jin, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Jeon_Jungkook Additional Tags: Master!Namjoon, Pet!Jimin, Daddy!Yoongi, Dom/sub, Master/Pet, not_hybrid, Shameless_Smut, Eventual_threesome_M/M/M, Porn_With_Plot, Porn_with Feelings, Lawyer!Namjoon, Student!Jimin, School_nurse/teacher!Yoongi, other_members_eventually_appears, Hate_to_Love, Love/Hate, Plot_Twists, Traumatized_character(s), Not_gonna_specify_tags, all_the_dirty_shit_is in_this, lol, Angst, Love_Triangles, very_slow_build, side_other_ships, Final_ship_is_secret, Emotional_Roller_Coaster Stats: Published: 2016-11-13 Completed: 2017-04-20 Chapters: 22/22 Words: 45763 ****** Master and Daddy ****** by Tokotohko Summary Jimin knelt down in front of his master Namjoon, as he looked up at him with dim eyes, filled with tears. "He is your new trainer. Can you be a good puppy?" Yoongi was staring at them from behind, lips slightly curved up. Jimin nodded, but he didn't really like his new sadist trainer. Notes I wanted to write something really kinky and erotic, so this is what I come up with. This is gonna be reaaaally kinky and erotic all the way, so please be aware of that! And I can't give you warnings for some scenes and for some developments because I don't want to spoil you anything. So please make sure you're reading this with your own responsibility! *no deaths and violence included.   Also, I'm not sure how in the other countries works, but in my country, school nurse teaches health class too so I addressed Yoongi as a teacher.   *I'm not a native speaker of English, so I'm sorry if there are misspellings or wrong grammar. I recently re-read this, and I noticed there's so much errors. I'm so sorry about that. But because there's tons of them, I'm too lazy to fix it (I still fixed some of them, but gave up) See the end of the work for more notes ***** Chapter 1 ***** == Jimin's POV ==   I was sitting on the staircase, reading a novel, waiting for Namjoon to pick me up. Everyone walked pass me like I don't exist, nobody greeted me 'goodbye' or 'see you tomorrow', but I was used to it. It was not really that I was friendless and a total outcast in my school. I pretty much kept to myself and was always rather shy. I had a secret. A secret none of my friends knew. And I was scared of anyone finding it out, so I just stayed quiet, always sitting at the corner and read a book. I wasn't lonely, I liked being alone. I don't really care about any of people in my school. I had Namjoon, and that is all I cared and all I wanted. Until I met him.   "Yah! Why are you sitting there? You're in everyone's way." I startled, and I pushed my glasses up on my nose and looked up confused, a guy with black hair and dark eyes glaring down at me. He was the new school nurse/health teacher Mr. Min. Although I haven't really talked to him before, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him everytime I see him inside the school, he was easy to remember. First of all, he was scary. He looked like he could kill people only with his glare, even though he suppose to heal them. Second, he reminded me of Namjoon. I didn't know why or how, but the way he looks at me is something similar to him. My pulse raced as I looked up at the scary teacher towering me, I slightly bowed to apologize as I bite my bottom lip, and moved closer to the wall. His dark eyes makes me nervous. "That's not what I meant. Read somewhere else." I stood up quickly and fixed my glasses again, looking down at the ground. I marked my page, closing the hardcover book and tucked it under my arm, then bowed again. But this time I didn't have a courage to look at him in the eyes. "Wait, kid." I glanced back at him hesitantly, and found the teacher still staring at me. Not to my face, but somewhere lower. I reflexively fixed my shirt to hide the bruises and scratches around my neck and shoulders, even though I was always careful not to show them. "What's your name?" "P-Park Jimin, sir." I turned my head slightly and looked down at my feet, pretended to scratch my neck to hide my bruises again. Mr. Min lifted up his brows and grinned a little, his gaze tracing my eyes, nose and finally landed on my lips as I bit it again. "If you're trying to hide your bruises, you have to cover your wrists too, Mr. Park." My eyes flew open and I quickly pulled down my sleeves to cover my wrists. It was summer, but I always wearing long sleeve shirt. I furrowed my brows as Mr.Min was still staring at me, almost observing me, his lips slightly curved up. "I think your ride is here, Mr. Park. See you again." I heard the familiar noise of Namjoon's sports car, and saw his car pulled up in front of the school. I turned around again just to greet the teacher goodbye, but when I did, Mr. Min was already gone. "Hey, pup." Namjoon grinned, taking my backpack from my shoulder and threw it on the backseat. He was wearing his favorite gray suits, his khaki hair neatly combed back. He was stunning as always. With those long legs, long arms, slim fingers. Everything I didn't have. "How was your school?" "Uh, good." Namjoon always ask this question, and my answer is always the same. Either 'good' or 'tiring'. Because I didn't have anything to report. "Who were you talking to?" "I, uh, h-he's the new health teacher, sir." I hated that whenever I get nervous, I always stutter and bite my bottom lip, even though there's nothing to be nervous about. I was just talking to my new teacher and there's nothing wrong with it, but I still got scared when Namjoon found out about it. "Oh, yeah? How is he?" "H-he's scary." I bit my bottom lip and looked down at the book I was holding. Namjoon laughed a little, and ruffled my hair. "When we get home, take a shower before you do your homework. We'll have a visitor."       After I took a shower like Namjoon told me, I wore my usual over size t-shirt and put my collar on but I remembered we will have a visitor, so I knocked on Namjoon's study to ask what should I wear. "No, you look just fine." "B-but," Namjoon was sitting at his desk, doing his work. I wasn't sure what he does for living, but he always carry around a lot of papers and folders. So I assumed he might be a lawyer, but I never asked. Because I didn't need to know. "Come here, pup." I walked around his desk as Namjoon tapped his thigh. He neglected all of his paper works as I sat on his lap, facing him, my hands lazily rest on his shoulders. "Today's guest is very special to me. He is my old friend. Can you be a good puppy?" "Y-yes, I will, master." I wrapped my arms around Namjoon's neck and gasped as my master grasped the buttplug behind me, teasingly pulling it but not all the way out, and pushing it back again. I wasn't wearing a boxers because I'm not allowed to. This is my secret. I'm a pet, Namjoon's pet. We live together for almost a year now, and I knew him even before that, but I became his pet when we started living together. After he lost his previous pet. I didn't know how he lost his pet, again, I never ask. And I think that's what Namjoon likes about me. I never probe his personal life more than I should as a pet. "This buttplug is too small for you." "That's what I wear to school." I gasped again as Namjoon pulled out the plug without any warning. My rim was still twitching from the stretch, it wasn't a small buttplug. But I was already loose enough because I wore it thoughout my classes. "Put this in." Namjoon grabbed the pink dildo from the drawer, and hand it to me. It was my favorite vibrating dildo, but I bit my bottom lip in nervous because I knew Namjoon will make me wear it while the guest is here. "Hurry up, our guest is coming." I slid off from Namjoon's lap and knelt on the floor, just beside his feet. "Can I have a lube?" "No, you don't need them." I held the pink dildo with both hands and mapped my tongue over the head, and slowly slid it between my lips to cover it with my saliva. I looked up to Namjoon as I fill my mouth with the dildo, and he was looking down at me, lips slightly curved up. I slid off the dildo out of my mouth with a popping sound, and spread my knees as I parted my cheeks, sliding the dildo in between. The head slid in smoothly, so I didn't waste any time and lowered my body to fill myself with the dildo with one long stroke. "Aah, fuck," I couldn't help but groan deeply in my throat as I almost sat flat on the carpet, full length of the toy inside me. "You're such a good boy." Namjoon bent over and tipped my chin to pull me up and kissed me. I tilted my head and opened my mouth widely as he thrust his tongue deep and rub inside my mouth deliciously rough and dominantly, like he is pulling out my voice from my throat. I was lost in pleasure until we sprang apart when the door bell rang. "I'll get it!" I stood up quickly and ran to the doorway, but everytime I move, the dildo sliding out so I pushed it back again before I open the door. I was nervous before I open the door, but after I did, my eyes flew open and I froze in place, couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Hi, Park Jimin. Nice meeting you again." It was him. The new health teacher in our school. But he was wearing a leather jacket paired with ripped jeans, like he is totally a different person as he was in school. "Can I come in?" He lifted up his brows and smirked, he didn't seem to be surprised to see his student wearing only a oversize t-shirt and a collar. "Yes, come in." Namjoon shouted from the hallway as I was totally shocked to react. I looked up to Namjoon with worried eyes when he came closer, but he just hugged me by the shoulder and invited him inside. "M-master, h-he's," "Your new teacher? Yeah, I know." Namjoon and I followed the teacher as he walked inside the house without hesitation, Namjoon still holding my shoulder tightly. "Is this your bedroom?" "Yeah." He opened the door and Namjoon just let him explore his house. Namjoon's bedroom is the biggest room in the house besides the living room, he has a king size bed at the center and a couch on the right side. "You have a glassed-in bathroom?" Mr.Min lifted up his brows and asked, "No, that's my pet's bathroom." And Namjoon laughed. My room      not really a room, but a corner      is inside Namjoon's bedroom, just at the left corner. I have my bed, desk, and everything. Next to my glazed bathroom. I usually sleep in Namjoon's bed at night so I just use my bed when I wanted to take a nap. "You really are a pervert." Mr. Min laughed and peeked at me as Namjoon laughed along, but I was still biting my lip in nervous.       "So, have you introduced me to him?" Mr. Min was sitting in front of me across the table, cutting his steak in small pieces. I just sat on my chair, waiting for Namjoon's permission to eat. But Namjoon seemed to forgot about it, because he already ate half of his steak and talking to Mr. Min without noticing I haven't eaten my steak yet. "Not yet. Do you want to introduce yourself?" "Yeah, sure." Mr. Min grinned at me, and I peeked to Namjoon first before I look at him, my head slightly tilted down. "Give me the remote." He put out his hand to Namjoon, and Namjoon lifted up his brows, looking at his hand. "I know you don't invite me unprepared. Give me the remote, Namjoon." Namjoon laughed a little and shook his head, fishing something from the backpocket of his pants. I was looking at them quietly but when I saw the remote controller on Mr. Min's hand, my eyes flew open in surprise and worry. It was the remote for the pink dildo. My body jumped and I gasped as I felt the dildo vibrated inside me, I was sure it wasn't the lowest setting. But it stopped immediately, and I let out the breath I was holding without realizing. "Don't pout just because your master didn't give you a permission to eat yet." Mr. Min said it with deep commanding voice, glaring at me with his dark eyes. I was panicking because Namjoon didn't say anything, just eating his steak quietly. "B-but," I gasped again as the dildo moved again, fiercer and longer than earlier. I bit my bottom lip and hold the chair with both hands, trying my best not to react too much. But it was too hard when my master is looking at me quietly, just letting a stranger torture me in front of him. "Don't say 'but' to me." Mr. Min said it as he stopped the vibration, and I glared at him with my dim eyes, filled with tears. But I looked away immediately and rubbed my forehead to stop my brows from furrowing, because I remembered I promised to Namjoon I'll be good to him. "Yoongi, you're scaring the poor boy too much." "Well, I need to be scary if I'm gonna be his new trainer, aren't I?" I reflexively ran my gaze to Mr. Min and Namjoon with my eyes filled with shock. I couldn't believe what I just heard. But again, Namjoon just laughed and Mr. Min smirked at me, but I was still biting my lower lip in nervous.   ***** Chapter 2 ***** I was still pouting and frowning when I knocked on Namjoon's study. After Namjoon allowed me to enter, I tried my best not to pout, but I wasn't doing a very good job at it. "What's wrong, pup?" Namjoon stopped his hands and look at me with worried eyes as he sighed. I walked towards him, biting my lip. "Tell me why you're sad." The tears filled my eyes again as I dropped to my knees, clinging to his legs. I rested my head against his thigh, and he combed back my hair with his long fingers and wiped my tears. "I don't like him." He then cupped my chin in his hand as I whined, and pulled my head back to look up at him. "He doesn't make a good first impression, but you will like him eventually. I promise." Namjoon pulled me closer to him, as I slid my legs up next to the chair's casters. This allowed me to rest my head in his lap. I know this wasn't my best behavior but he didn't push me away, he instead allowed me to get comfortable in my position. "You have bruises on your neck. And some on your wrists, right?" Namjoon asked me with calm voice, and I just nod. "I don't like seeing you hurt like that. That's why I asked him to train you, because I've been busy this past few months, I couldn't teach you properly." I just nod again as he slid down a bit in the chair so that I could pull myself up right next to him. I felt so secure and protected in this position. I felt the warmth of his body, and could smell the cleanliness of him. "He will stay here for few months. I want you to be nice to him, listen to what he says. And I'll tell him not to scare you too much, alright?" Namjoon placed his hands on my shoulders, gently pushing my upper body backwards. I remained in the kneeling position in front of him and sat down upon my own heels. I was then staring up at him as he was looking down at me with soft smile. "Yes, master."       When I walked in to Namjoon's room, Yoongi was sitting on the couch. I stared at him as he kicked back, his legs sprawled out in front of him. "So, are you ready to start your lesson?" I gulped as he was too looking at me, but definitely not nervous as I was. His lips sort of curled into a cocky sort of grin, as he sat there observing me. "W-what are we going to do?" I asked with shaking voice, I felt myself shivering. "You're a pet. Act like one." Yoongi's voice was still scary and commanding, making me nervous even more. I slowly moved closer to him, and dropped to my knees like I did to Namjoon. Yoongi was smaller than him, almost same height as me, but when I knelt down in front of him, I still felt smaller and weaker. "I've noticed Namjoon didn't train you that much. How much do you know?" "Uh, I don't," I gulped, and open my mouth to speak. But my heart was throbbing crazily as Yoongi leaned closer, resting his elbows on his knees, and looking down at me. "He haven't even teach you how to respond properly, or you're just scared of me?" I did not look away from him, even though I was really scared. I don't think I would have been able to had I tried, for he was staring directly into my eyes. "Uh, I'm s-scared of you, sir." "I'm not your master. Just call me daddy." I furrowed my brows in confuse, because calling my teacher daddy is weird. And he seemed to sense my thoughts because he laughed a little and ruffled my hair. "I know what you're thinking. But you'll eventually know the reason." His voice had softened, he was being quite gentle, which sort of shocked me. But that didn't last long. "Now, suck me." My eyes flew open as his commanding voice returned, I was getting really frightened at this point. Maybe he was just toying with me, or this is just a game he was playing, a sort of bullying. But then I already knew that was not the case. Because I knew Namjoon trust him enough to let him train me, without him watching. "I can't touch you unless you're comfortable enough to touch me." And Yoongi still explained the purpose of it, making me less nervous than before. "Y-yes, daddy." He grasped the bottom of his shirt and smoothly pulled it over his head. He must have noticed the quick intake of breath, sort of a short gasping sound, that I made as I first observed him shirtless. He wasn't muscular like Namjoon, but his skin was smooth and beautifully pale. I knelt up on my knees and he spread his legs apart slightly more than they were already. I moved my hands slowly up his legs and into his thighs, but I hesitated before I reached the bottom of his jeans. I wasn't sure if I needed a permission to unbuckle his belt. "Go ahead, you don't need my permission. I told you I'm not your master." He was not surprised by my hesitation. He seemed to be guiding me so gently, teaching me to trust him. I think I made that little gasping sound at that point, it felt forbidden as I have a master but I'm kneeling in front of other guy, about to put his cock in my mouth. But that forbidden feelings kind of turned me on, my mouth was suddenly getting dry with lust. I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans as he helped me by lifting up his hips, and I grasped the waistband of his boxers. And this time, I didn't hesitated. I pulled down his boxers over his half hard cock and got his legs out of his jeans and boxers completely. I pushed his knees apart to get more closer, before I wrap my fist around his shaft. "Show me how good you are at it." Yoongi leaned back to the couch and combed back my hair, as I looked up at him with submissive eyes. I slowly stroked his cock with steady pace, teasing his head with my thumb a little. I started to map my tongue over the head as it's getting bigger and harder, throbbing against my fist. He isn't as big as Namjoon, but he is still thicker and longer than mine, even thicker than the pink dildo. I stopped my teasing as he grabbed a handful lock of my hair, and I slid in his rock hard cock between my lips. It felt different from Namjoon's but it still felt so heavy and smooth in my mouth. "Yeah, that's it." Yoongi groaned and let out a long sigh of pleasure. I knew I was good at this. This is the first thing I learned to do after I became Namjoon's pet, and what I did most. Namjoon didn't touch me or let me do more than this for few months, until I was comfortable kneeling down in front of him, serving him. I looked up at Yoongi as I bobbed my head, sucking three inches of him in every stroke. His lips curved up as he look down at me and his fingers playing with my hair, he looked so calm. But I wanted to hear him groan and moan. I moved even closer to him and tilted my head to angle better, then pushed my head down to swallow every inch of his cock. "Aah, fuck," He tilted his head back and groaned, grabbing my hair tightly. I would have grinned if I was able to, but instead I bobbed my head few times before I repeated to fill his cock in my throat to hear more. "Fuck, you're so good at this." Yoongi started to thrust his hips up, and grasp my hair as I suck him more feircely and faster. And his groan is so beautiful, my cock was throbbing under the t-shirt I was wearing. I couldn't help but reached in front of myself, down to my groin, thinking I was allowed to, since he told me I didn't need a permission. "No! Don't touch yourself." But Yoongi instructed me, looking down at me with warning eyes. I pulled my hand away quickly, being unable to do anything but obey him. I continued sucking his cock with steady pace when I heard the door open behind me. I knew it was Namjoon, but I couldn't look back as Yoongi was holding my head and thrusting his cock deeply into my mouth. Instead I closed my eyes and concentrated on sucking him, holding his calves with both hands as I let him use my mouth as a jack off toy. "Can I come inside his mouth?" Yoongi spoke, but I knew he didn't talk to me. "Yeah, go ahead." I heard Namjoon said it calmly, and I could picture him grinning by the tone of his voice. "Are you ready kid?" Yoongi pulled my hair to force me out of his cock and let me breathe for a while, and I just nod, too tired to speak. But Yoongi leaned closer and gave me that same warning gleam in his eyes. "Use your voice." "Y-yes d-daddy." I forced out my words, my voice was hoarse and shaking, but my eyes were heavy lidded with pleasure. I tilted my head down again to suck his cock and repeated the same fierce and fast pace, but this time my stroking was shorter as I concentrated to press my tongue against the sensitive spot under, just below the head. "Aah, shit, I'm so close." I grasped his calves tighter as I deepthroat him again, making him groaned deep inside his throat. "Fuck,          " He thrusted his cock deeply inside my mouth as he comes, and I pulled out slightly just enough not to choke on his cum. I continued sucking throughout his orgasm and swallowed every bit of his cum. Suddenly I felt a hand tipping my chin and pulling my head back, forcing me to arch my back and push my hips forward. Namjoon bent over and kissed me, his face is other way around as his tongue thrusting deep and mapping inside as he caressed my chest and abdomen, his hand slowly sliding lower. When his hand found my rock hard cock, I pulled up my shirt to my chest and let him stroke my shaft with his big hand I loved so much. "You can come now, baby." Namjoon pulled away his mouth just a fraction of an inch and muttered, and his deep voice was enough for me to come undone. Just a few more strokes and I came in his hand, moaning loudly into his mouth. I collapsed in Namjoon's arms and stared at Yoongi also collapsed on the couch, both of us panting hard. "What do you say, baby?" Namjoon combed back my hair and kissed my forehead gently. I was still panting hard, but I opened my mouth to force out my voice again. "T-thank you master. Thank you daddy." Namjoon grinned beside me and Yoongi smirked, and I smiled for the first time.   ***** Chapter 3 ***** The school infirmary's bed became my new reading spot. Just because it was quiet than the staircase and I can concentrate on reading while I'm here. If only Yoongi wasn't bothering me. "So, do you wear your buttplug everyday at school?" "N-no, not when I have PE class." Yoongi smirked at me. It was odd to see someone inside the school who knows I'm a pet. But I didn't avoid him or anything, I thought it will be weirder if I did. "But why? I'm sure Namjoon didn't tell you to wear it." "No, he didn't. B-but I wanted to." I was looking down to my book, refusing to look at him. I knew he was making fun of me. The way he smirked and stared like he is observing me still makes me nervous. "I asked you the reason, kid." I glanced at Yoongi as he lowered his voice, it was something similar to his commanding voice but more softer. More like a teacher disciplining his student. Just like what we are now. "B-because I can't wear my collar to school. I wanted something to remind me of Namjoon. Something to remind me I'm still his pet even when I'm in school." I murmured as I still looking down to my book, which I wasn't reading at this point.     I remembered last night, when I saw Yoongi went to Namjoon's study late at night. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't hold my curiosity, I listened to their conversations through the slightly opened door. "What's in your mind, Namjoon?" "What do you mean?" I couldn't see them, but I could imagine Yoongi is standing in front of the desk while Namjoon is still looking down at his paper works as I could hear him flipping them. "How can you be a Dom if you're afraid to touch your Sub?" The flipping sound stopped. "I'm not." Namjoon muttered, and I gulped. I was scared to admit it, but I was also sensing that Namjoon is afraid to touch me. He was always being careful and gentle, but lately, I began to worry that it wasn't because he loves me. It's because he is afraid of hurting me. "Don't fucking lie to me. I know you are." Namjoon didn't say anything. I waited for him to deny Yoongi, to get mad at him, but he never did.     I panicked when tears started to fill my eyes and stream down my cheeks. The book fell from my lap as I quickly wiped them off with my sleeves, but the tears streaming endlessly. "Why are you crying?" Yoongi slowly came closer and took my glasses from my face, and then picked up the book fell on the floor. His voice wasn't gentle, he was mad. He was mad that I started to cry all of a sudden. But I couldn't stop it. "Master hates me now. H-he thinks I'm not good enough. That's why he asked you to train me, I wasn't being good! I shouldn't have moved! I shouldn't have hurt myself! Oh God, what if, what if," I was sobbing and crying inside my hands, I was totally a mess. Then suddenly the bed spring squeaked loudly as Yoongi pushed me down into the bed and leaned over me. My tears immediately stopped as I looked up to Yoongi with wide eyes, but he was just looking down at me expressionlessly. He wasn't glaring, he wasn't frowning, but his unreadable expression frightened me more than anything. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Tears streaming down my cheeks again as I wiggle my hips to escape from him, but Yoongi was stronger than I thought, I couldn't move as he pinned me down to the bed. "He's a Dom and you're a Sub. Whatever he does or say, you should be pleased to follow. If he likes you to be a pet, be one. If he asked you to have sex with stranger, do it. If you don't want to, then find yourself an other Dom. Just as simple as that. You don't understand that?" "No! I want him! I understand, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I wiped my tears with my sleeves again and looked straight into Yoongi's eyes. I saw him swallow but that's the only expression I could see. "Go wash your face. You don't want Namjoon to see your eyes swelling like that."         After I did my homework and took a bath, I went to Namjoon's study, but he wasn't there. Instead, I found him in the living room. Sitting on the recliner, and Yoongi was sitting on the couch next to him. Both of them didn't greet me or even turned their heads as I walked closer, their gaze glued to the movie. I crouched down next to Namjoon and then slid over in front of his chair, positioning myself so that I was between his legs. He spread them apart and let me rest my back against his chair. He picked up the remote and turn the volume up, seeming to not even be thinking about my presence. I pulled up my knees up to my chest and hugged them, wanting really badly to reach over to touch his leg. I didn't want to do anything like that without his permission, though, I just sat there quietly. Three of us watching the movie quietly for a while, but Namjoon brushed his knee against my shoulder suddenly, for which I was extremely relieved, taking it as a sign that it was okay for me to touch him. I moved closer and rest my head against his knee, and his fingers brushed through my hair, playing with them gently. "Turn around." Namjoon said quietly, and I immediately complied, shifting myself into a kneeling position as I turned to face him. "Did you eat?" "Not yet, sir." As I muttered, looking up straight to his eyes, Namjoon reached over to the side table and I noticed there is a box of pizza. Namjoon then opened the lid of the box, suddenly causing me to realize just how hungry I had become. "Open your mouth." He stuffed a big wedge of the pizza slice into his mouth, biting it off while I watched. I opened my mouth and he held out this same piece to me and I bit off a much smaller bite than his and chewed while I watched him doing the same. "Thank you, sir." I grasped his calves as he repeated, biting for himself and feed me afterwards. After we finished one piece, he looked down at me and held out his finger as if pointing it to me. I opened my mouth as he slid it in past my lips, and I licked his finger clean. Then he did the same with his thumb. I stared up at him while he had his finger against my tongue, and he looked back at me. I sucked his finger much more than necessary to clean the sauce, and he didn't protest. I slid my hands closer to his crotch and looked up straight to him, hoping he could read my mind. What I really wanted to do. "Go play with Yoongi." But he pulled his thumb out of my mouth and suddenly picked up the remote and clicked off the television, standing up in front of me without explanation. I just sat there on the floor, gazing him until he closed the door behind him. I looked down to my hands I held on my lap, and feeling my eyes getting dim again. "Don't cry." I heard a voice behind me, and then I remembered Yoongi was still sitting on the couch. I bit my bottom lip and tried my best not to cry. And this time, I was succeeding. "Come here, kid." I slowly crawl towards Yoongi and sat on my heels in front of him, but I couldn't look up to his face. I was afraid he might get mad at me again, and I prepared myself to whatever he might do, but Yoongi didn't do anything. Just sitting on the couch, probably looking down at me. "I really don't understand why Namjoon chose a weak Sub like you. He usually likes someone who are as strong as he is, and someone well-trained." "He didn't choose me. I begged him to be my master." I murmured, hating how my voice and hands are shaking. "Do you want me to make Namjoon touch you again? Because I can." "H-how?" Yoongi leaned forward and tipped my chin, forsing me to look into his eyes. He was again expressionless, or maybe I was just poor at reading his mind, but I couldn't tell if he was mad or not. "It's not gonna be pretty, but you need to trust me. Can you?" I gulp as he was looking straight into my eyes. I couldn't answer his question, even though I knew he was waiting for me to answer it. I wasn't sure if I trust him, but I didn't have a choice. I nod slowly, still looking into his eyes, and muttered, "Yes, daddy." Yoongi smirked, and slid his fingers from my chin to the back of my head. He grasped the nape of my neck and pulled me up so I'm kneeling up on my knees. I parted my lips slightly, as I thought he was going to kiss me because our faces were just few inches apart. "I'll show you how a good puppy acts."       "Ready?" I swallowed hard as Yoongi smirked, fisting my t-shirt at the back. I wasn't sure what we're going to do, but I nod anyway. But he suddenly pulled me violently and pushed open the door to Namjoon's study. Namjoon's eyes flew open as Yoongi bent me against the desktop and pushed my back to pin me there. "Put your hands flat on the desk." Yoongi commanded, and I obeyed him immediately. I didn't care about the papers on the desk and Namjoon looking at me with wide eyes. "Don't ever move your hands from there, you understand?" "Y-yes daddy." I couldn't look at Namjoon as I bent over the desk and Yoongi was standing behind me. Because I didn't want him to notice that Yoongi's strong grip around my neck and his deep commanding voice turned me on so hard. I felt my cock spring to life as Yoongi spread my legs using his knees and positioned himself in between. "What are you doing?" Namjoon finally spoke, his voice is still calm but I saw him gulped at the end. "I'm teaching you how to train your puppy properly, Namjoon." I also gulped as I heard Yoongi unbuckling his belt and parted my cheeks with his strong hands. "You'll hurt the kid, Yoongi!" Namjoon shouted, but Yoongi didn't stop. I felt his warm and hard cock against my entrance and I bit my lip to prepare myself but I still gasped as Yoongi thrusted his shaft all the way to the deepest in one long stroke. "Aah, fuck!" I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my forehead into the desktop. I wanted to grab something but I dared not to move my hands, like Yoongi instructed me. Yoongi thrusted again, my ass opening and letting him in as he continued the long stroke teasingly, making my thighs hit against the desk everytime he thrust. I was glad Yoongi slicked my entrance earlier, or else his cock definitely ripped me. "Fuck, d-daddy," I couldn't hold my whimper as he continued his delicious thrust, it simply felt good. I couldn't even remember when was the last time Namjoon fucked me, I was getting frustrated and more needy. My whole body is throbbing and I felt myself melting inside as Yoongi fucked me hard. "Tell your master how good it feels." Yoongi muttered, and grasped a handful lock of my hair. He didn't pull my head back, but I tilted my head back anyway, and looked straight to Namjoon with my eyes heavy lidded in pleasure. He was frowning. He wasn't mad but more like surprised, or shocked. "I-It's feel so good. P-please don't stop," I panted my words as Namjoon watched my hips move, tiny motions I couldn't stop. I felt so naughty and slutty, but not something I disliked. "D-daddy, harder! Please harder!" "Wow, Namjoon. You got a very slutty puppy." Yoongi's thrust got faster and harder, my legs are shaking and I was moaning shamelessly in front of my master while my daddy fucks me from behind. I planted my elbows on the desk and pushed up until I was braced on them, arching my back. But I still wanted to feel my master. I still felt incomplete without him. "M-master, I want you, I want you so bad." I wanted to hold him and pull him closer, but I wasn't allow to move my hands. Instead, I wanted him to reach for me, but Namjoon was just sitting on his chair, looking straight at me. "P-please, I want to feel you too." I pushed back more this time, groaning. Yoongi speeding up and pushing harder, fucking me in earnest. Namjoon finally grasped the back of my neck and pulled me closer, making me stand on my toes. "Why? Daddy's cock isn't enough for you?" "N-no, b-but I want you too." I whimpered and rolled my hips, rubbing my cock on the deskstop. "You're so needy. Tell me more. Tell me how it feels." Namjoon licked my lips and I opened my mouth widely, and let him deepen the kiss. Our tongue twined as he kissed me open mouthed, making my moans and groans more audible. "Feels good... Aah, master...," I felt Yoongi's body pressed on my back and pulled my hips to angle it better, and few more thrust, he made my back arch and groaned into Namjoon's mouth. "Oh, God," Yoongi thrust his cock again and again, hitting the same spot. I couldn't help but clawed the desktop but I was still careful they were still in the same place. "Right there, daddy, oh God, fuck," I couldn't even form a proper words at this point, I was too much lost in pleasure. I was panting now, and up on my toes, moving as Yoongi fucked me and Namjoon continuesly rubbed and swept his tongue inside my mouth. "I'm gonna come, m-master, please! Let me come!" "Come, pup, both of you." One last thrust of Yoongi's cock deep inside me, it felt like his cock pushed my cum out of me as I shot hard over the desktop and over the papers, moaning and whimpering with the release. I felt a warm liquid filling me as Yoongi came inside, continued thrusting until he dried out. "Well, done." Namjoon kissed me again, not gentle, definitely not sweet, but demanding mouth fuck. I collapsed on the desk panting, I couldn't even open my eyes properly, I was so tired. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was Namjoon pulling Yoongi by the back of his neck and kissing him, just exactly how he kissed me earlier.   ***** Chapter 4 ***** Chapter Notes WARNING There is a slight non-con in this chapter. Or maybe all of the chapters, but well, I still warned you :D "Mommy?" I was sitting on the floor, playing with my stuffed toy. All I can remember is it was raining, and it was dark. It was cold, and I was scared. "Jimin, stay here, okay? I'll come back." She held my hand gently, and smiled at me. She was carrying a bags, and somehow I know that she might not coming back. "Can I come too?" I quickly stood up and held her hand tighter, but she let go of my hand anyway. "No, stay here." She kissed my forehead and caressed my cheek before she turned around, walked towards the door. I ran to follow her, but I stopped. I thought that if I listen, she will change her mind and take me with her. I looked quietly at her picking up the bags, and before she close the door, she turned around again. I stepped forward, still holding my stuffed toy. She smiled softly and hand out her hand, stooped a little bit. I smiled too, and stepped forward again. But she didn't grab my hand. My eyes flew open when I saw her picking up the dog, and held it carefully in her arms like it was her treasure. "Stay here, okay? I'll come back." She closed the door in front of me. But I didn't cry. I was too shocked to do so. I opened the door to check if she was still there, but she was gone. All I can see is it was raining, and it was dark. It was cold, and I was scared.     "Pup?" I blinked open my eyes and surprised to feel my eyes swollen and my cheeks were wet. I was crying. "Are you alright?" Namjoon wiped my tears with his fingers, and held me tight in his arms. I held him back and buried my head under his chin, pressing my forehead against his chest. "I'm sorry." I murmured into his chest as he caressed my back. I felt so secure and protected under his arms. I could stay like this all day if he allows me to, but I knew Namjoon has to do his work. "It's alright, puppy. I'm here." I pulled away and looked up to see his eyes. He was looking down at me with a soft smile, his dark eyes gleaming in the dark. "Can you kiss me?" I murmured again, and dropped my gaze to his lips. It curved up a little bit, and his hand held my cheek and tilted my head to angle it better. "Sure." He whispered, and I felt his face leaning closer, his lips brushing against mine. I closed my eyes and I parted my lips to invite him, and soon his tongue slid between my teeth, forcing me to open my mouth wider. I dared not to open my eyes, but I was responding by kissing him back. His tongue rubbing and sweeping inside my mouth, and I thrusted my tongue into his, wanting to give him as much as I take. He grasped the back of my neck and tilted my head back a little more, his other hand sliding down on my back. I was moaning and melting inside his arms, and I held his torso tighter because I felt like I would drown in pleasure if I didn't. Namjoon's kiss is so hot and delicious, it makes my mind go blank and forget about the nightmare. His kiss is all I needed. And nothing more. "Are you alright now?" "Yes, master. Thank you." He wiped my eyes again to make sure there is no more tears falling out, and kissed my forehead before he got up from the bed. "What do you want to eat?" "Anything is fine, sir." He smiled again, grabbing his robe from the couch and walked towards the door. When he opened the door, a delicious smell of pancakes carried inside the room, and we both smiled. "I think our breakfast is ready. Get ready and come eat." "Yes, master." Yoongi was already sitting on his chair, his head resting on his palm lazily, as he waits for us to sit down. There was a three plates of pancakes placed on the dining table, and two cups of coffee and a glass of juice. "You made this?" "Yeah, I cook. And I was wondering why you don't." Yoongi glared at me, but I just shrugged. Namjoon never asked me to cook before, and I think I could cook something easy if I've tried, but I wasn't sure if I'm allowed to. All he asked me to do was to wash the dishes and do the laundry, but other than that, he hires a maid once or twice a week to clean the room and makes a food for us, but mostly we just ordered. "Thank you for making us a breakfast, Yoongi. Let's eat." Namjoon is already in his suits, his hair neatly combed back. I was already wearing my clothes and glasses too, to make sure I'm ready in case Namjoon wanted to go to work earlier. "I'm going out tonight. I have a dinner meeting with my client." Namjoon muttered while cutting his pancakes. And I looked at him with curious eyes, he never went out late before. Yoongi paused his hands and grinned, but Namjoon seemed to not noticed it.   When I got home from school, Namjoon wasn't there. But I discovered that Yoongi wasn't there too. I looked around every room in the house, and finally went to Namjoon's study. And I was surprised to see him there, sitting on Namjoon's chair. "W-what are you doing here?" "Come here." I swallowed as I heard his commanding voice, his expression is unreadable as always. I slowly walked towards him until I was standing in front of him, but then I knelt down and looked up into his eyes, it felt more natural to me. "Take off your clothes." I didn't question anything. I bit my lip and obeyed, slowly taking off my clothes one by one. I didn't know what's in his mind and what are we going to do, but I felt myself getting hard. I reached down and unbuttoned the top of my shirt, I was still wearing my school uniform. I looked up to his eyes again, and very slowly, I advanced to the second, then the third, then the fourth buttons. "Are you teasing me, kid?" Yoongi smirked, and I gulped. Maybe I was, but I didn't want to admit it. After I took off my shirt, and t-shirt underneath it, I moved my hands to my waist and undid my belt loop, then the button on my pants, and finally unzipped it. My breathing was becoming more rapid as I grew more and more excited, though I was still nervous. I crouched down to take the rest of my clothes, but I paused before I reach my boxers. But then I remembered he told me I didn't need his permission, so I slowly slid it over my erection and down. "I haven't even touched you but you're already hard?" He smirked at me, seeming to take in the sight of me. I wondered what his thoughts were during those few seconds. Did he liked it? Did it turn him on? But I was afraid to ask. "Are you allowed to play with yourself when Namjoon's away?" Yoongi leaned forward and rest his elbows on his knees. My heart rate doubled as his face was just few inches away from mine, and he was looking straight to my eyes. "Y-yes." "I want to see it." My eyes widen and I swallowed, I'm sure Yoongi noticed every movement. I crawled to open one of the drawers on Namjoon's desk. The drawers he keeps some of my toys. I grabbed the tube of lube there, and crawl back to where I was kneeling before. "H-here?" "No, on the desk." I quickly stood up, but I hesitated before I sit on Namjoon's desktop. I wasn't sure I was allowed to. But Yoongi is sitting there quietly, waiting for me, so I sat on the desk and spread my legs a little. "Spread them more, so I can see. Both feet on the desk." I bit my bottom lip, and felt my body getting hot, it was almost burning. Not unlike the previous two encounters I'd shared with Yoongi, but this time there was something strangely different. I still felt nervous and slightly scared, but it felt so exciting to be with him, in his presence and under his control. I lifted up my legs to place my feet on the desktop and spread them as much as I can, and I placed my hand behind me to supported my weight. I was so hard then as I sat there exposed to him, but I couldn't tell if he is, because he is wearing a jeans. "Now, stop the teasing and get started. I'm not that patient." He picked up the lube and I held my right hand up to him as he squeezed some into it. I squeezed my eyes shut, as I started to lube up my cock. I slid my hand back and forth on my already hard shaft, being very nervous and very much aware that he was there sitting, watching me. It was quiet for a while. The moans and whimpers I couldn't suppress and the wet sound of the lube only echoing in the room, and I finally opened my eyes. Yoongi was still there, looking straight at me with his seductively dark eyes, still fully clothed. I gulped again when I saw his lips curved up as I stroke my shaft faster and harder. "What a slutty puppy. You like it when I'm watching you, don't you?" "Y-yes." I confessed, and continued to stroke myself, becoming more and more turned on. He slowly stood up and pushed my shoulder to lay me on the desk, but my hand never left my cock. "I knew you were a slut when I first saw you. I knew you will be moaning shamelessly underneath me. Even though I fucked you hard and rough, you will still be begging for more." He pressed his slicked finger against my hole. Making me gulp again and couldn't help my hand move faster and faster, like I'm chasing my orgasm as he looked down at me with those dark eyes. I managed to slow down as he continued to slid his finger into me. He was moving his finger in and out, gradually entered me deeper and deeper. But suddenly the phone rang on the desk, and I was too much in pleasure to bother about it, but Yoongi wasn't. My eyes flew open when I saw his hand reaching the phone and he answered it. "Hello?" I stopped stroking myself and covered my mouth instead as Yoongi continued fucking me with his finger. Or fingers now. "Yeah, he's here." Yoongi held the phone up in front of me, and I furrowed my brows. "It's Namjoon. He wants to talk to you." I shook my head but I knew I should answer it. I took the phone from Yoongi's hand and slowly place it against my ear, biting my lip in nervous. "M-master?" My voice was shaking and I was whimpering, and I was sure Namjoon could tell. But it was hard to hide what I'm doing when Yoongi is smirking down at me, pressing his fingers against the same spot again and again. "What are you doing, pup?" Namjoon's voice was calm. He must have known that Yoongi wouldn't leave me alone when he is away. "P-playing with daddy." So I confessed honestly. And I was relieved to hear him laugh over the phone. "Are you close?" "Y-yes, sir. I'm gonna come," Namjoon's deep voice added more pressure to my chest, I was literally throbbing now, and very close to orgasm. Yoongi pumped his fingers in and out of me as I moaned into the phone. "Not yet. Not until I call you again, alright? You can't come until the phone rings." I wanted to whine so bad. I was so close, I really couldn't hold it anymore. "I'm still your master, pup. Don't you ever forget that." "Y-yes, master." But I whispered before I hung up the phone, biting my lip again. "What did he say?" After I hung up the phone, Yoongi asked me, he was grinning as always. "H-he said I can't come until he c-calls again." I was panting and whimpering on the desktop but I concentrated to keep calm so I wouldn't come soon. But I swallowed hard when I saw Yoongi smirk again, and I knew something is up on his mind. "Then I hope he calls you soon, because he didn't tell me I can't make you come." My eyes flew open when he fisted my shaft, and I reflexively reached down my hand to stop him. But Yoongi began to stroke my shaft again, and his fingers still rubbing my prostate. "N-no! Please, daddy!" My back arched and my body trembled, knocking everything on the desk as Yoongi's hands moving ridiculously fast, and I was screaming and sobbing, I couldn't even breathe from the too much pleasure. "No no, I can't come! Daddy, please!" All the sensation quickly settled into my cock. I was heat and need and ached terribly, I wanted to come so bad, but I didn't want to disobey my master. "No, I know you want to. Go ahead puppy, shoot it!!" Almost instantly he released the tense muscles in my groin and blasted a huge load from my cock. He shoved his fingers deep into me, as far as it would go, I felt it moving inside me. It was like he was forcing the cum right out of me. He was fucking out my load from me using his fingers. "Oh, God! No, Aahh!!           " I was screaming as I blasted jet after jet of cum all over myself. It shot far up into the air, some hitting my face, and landing on the desk. It was the best orgasm of my life, and I would be lying if I say I didn't like it, but tears still streamed down my eyes. I disobeyed my master for the first time. Namjoon never punished me before, and I was terrified to know what he will do if he found out. "Don't worry, he's already been punishing you by not touching you. I told you I'll make him touch you again, didn't I?" Yoongi snapped his words as he stared back into my eyes. And I was sobbing there on the desktop when the phone rang again. I wanted to cry, and ignore the call, but Yoongi answered it anyway. But then a tears fell down like a waterfall when I heard Yoongi's words, I thought it was the end of the world for me. "Sorry, Joon-ah. He came."   ***** Chapter 5 ***** "Sit down." Namjoon motioned me towards the bed. Unable to do anything other than exactly what he told me to do, I obeyed him and sat down on the edge of the bed. He stood in front of me, looking down. "What are you being punished for?" He asked calmly. I gulped, and opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. "I asked you a question, pup." He was looking me in the eye. His voice was so calm, so deep and so quiet. But I was trembling. Eventually I forced myself to speak, saying only three words. The three words I never thought I would say ever in my life. "F-for disobeying you." I answered with my shaking voice, bowing my head a little. He cupped my cheek with his hand and caressed it with his thumb. Namjoon walked away slowly, and I heard him getting something from his dresser, but I refused to shift my gaze from the bed, thinking I wasn't allowed to. He then sat down in a desk chair which he'd pulled out towards the edge of the bed. "Come closer." I crawled to him and sit on my heels again when I reached where he can touch me. And my eyes flew open when I saw what he has in his hands, it was a black leather collar with a D-ring, and a heavy chain attached to it. "M-master?" My voice had seemed to have risen at least an octave higher than its normal range, and my word were spoken shakily, almost fearful. "I'll tell you what I do when my puppy disobeyed me." He used his feet to push his chair back slightly, his long legs sprawled out in front of him. "First, I chain them. And spank them with a crop until they could feel the pain turns to pleasure. But since it's your first time, I'll do it differently. But next time you disobey, you'll get spanked. You understand?" "Y-yes, sir. I understand." Sure enough, I was biting my lip and my fingers were twitching, the oversize t- shirt doing nothing to hide my erection. "Sit on your heels on the bed. Put your hands on your legs, but don't touch yourself." He said softly, and went closer to me with the collar and chain. I obeyed him without hesitation, kneeling with my head bowed as Namjoon put the collar on me. And when he fixed the chain to the bed frame, I shivered again. "Did Yoongi tell you to come?" I reflexively tilted my head up and look at Namjoon with wide eyes, I was again shaking. But this time, he did nothing to calm me, just standing before me. "N-no! I, I mean he did, b-but t-that's not," I stuttered, suddenly panicked. I wish right then that I could tell him what I really was thinking. I wished that I could tell him how much I loved him and how much I wanted to obey him, but I struggled to form a words, I was on the verge of tears. "Do you still want me?" "Yes, I do! P-please," I shouted, tears now streaming down my cheeks. I did want him, and I wanted him to want me, more than anything else in this world. Namjoon started unbuckling his belt and work on his fly, and pulling his suit pants down, exposing himself completely to me. He wrapped his own fingers around the base of his shaft and stroked up and down a few times. He did this slowly and I knelt there on the bed in awe watching him. His cock was rock hard now, it must have been almost twice longer than my five inch one. And very thick, the cockhead also was very full. I gulped as if a voice inside me was screaming for me to get in front of him right then, and I wanted to touch it, to taste it. "Come here." I could not even speak, but instead moved myself closer to him. I crawled on my knees, without removing my hands from my thighs, shifting my body to inch closer to him. He was still gripping his shaft with his right hand, and he moved it outwards, away from his body and towards my face. Now I was inches from him, and I slid closer so that I was almost touching his cock with my lips. "Tell me who's your master is." Namjoon's face got serious. He continued to stare at me, waiting for me to answer. "You, sir." Through my tear-filled eyes, I stared up at him. "Say it properly, pup." "Y-you're my master and I belong to you, sir. Only to you! I want to serve you, please, master," Another tears streamed down my cheeks, I was literally crying. He was the only person that excited in the world at this moment. He was the only thing that mattered to me. "Open your mouth." I immediately opened my mouth, not really wide at first, but enough to slip his cockhead into my lips. I tilted my head forward and closed my eyes as I felt it touch my lips. I pressed my tongue against the underside of his shaft, it was just below the tip of his cockhead. I wanted to get deeper, but the chain attached to the bed wouldn't allow me to. "P-please, master," I moaned my words, his cock still in my mouth. I felt his left hand against the back of my head. He was not pressing against my head, but gently touching my hair. And slowly thrusted his cock deeper inside my mouth. I had open my mouth wider as I took more of him in me. I gripped my thighs tightly, and moaned really loudly, yet it came out muffled, for my mouth was clamped around his shaft. I tried to remove myself from his cock to breathe, but at this point I could feel his grip on my head. "Suck." He said calmly, and I obeyed. I began to suck on his cock and concentrated on applying pressure from my tongue while pushing my lips down past my teeth so that they slid against the shaft as I sucked. I was only sucking in about three inches of him as I slid back and forth. "That's it. Use your mouth to remember who is your master." On the down stroke I pushed myself further onto his shaft, opened my jaw wider when he was in me deeper. My eyes had watered when his cockhead rubbed the back of my throat. On next down stroke, Namjoon pressed against the back of my head, but not forcing me, as he quickly pulled me back, but he never pulled out of my mouth, just out of my throat. After I was familiar to the thickness of his cock, I continued sucking and bobbing my head against his cock, as I shortened that distance with each thrust. Then I heard the cap of lube opened, and Namjoon bent down a little to grab my hand from my thigh. "Prep yourself." I spread my legs wide and moaned softly as Namjoon poured some of the lube into my hand. I reached behind and slid my slicked finger between my cheeks and slowly pushed in a finger into the entrance. Namjoon held my head in both hands and started to thrust his cock into my mouth as I concentrated on thrusting my finger in and out of me, gradually adding a digit, opening even more for him. "P-please master, I want you, please!" I pulled out my mouth from his cock and begged, I was getting more and more frustrated. But I widen my eyes and gulped as soon as I realized I made a mistake. Namjoon tightened his grip on my head and bent down, looking straight to my eye. "I didn't tell you to stop." I opened my mouth to apologize, but Namjoon's dark eyes made me nervous. My heart was throbbing crazily, I couldn't even breathe at this point as I felt tears filled my eyes again. Namjoon reached behind me, he was almost like hugging me, but his body is just close enough for me to feel his body heat. "Aah," I gasped as Namjoon's long finger slid inside me along my two fingers. "I thought I was teaching you how to obey to your master?" "I, I didn't mean to," Slowly pushing and pulling his finger, he grabbed my hand to thrust my fingers at the same rhythm, and kept a steady pace until he added another digit. "Aah, m-master!" I jerked and gasped, but Namjoon held my shoulder with his other hand and pushed me down, forcing me to spread my legs even more from my kneeling position. "Oh God, " I lift up my hips a little as Namjoon pushed at my prostate, rubbing it hard. I started to stroke my fingers willingly and Namjoon got a good long look at my cock, standing stiffly away from my hips. "Take out your fingers," Namjoon said and I complied, putting my hands on my thighs again. Namjoon's finger slid out soon after, and I felt a wash of disappointment. I felt something against my entrance again, and Namjoon slid in his fingers, but when his fingers slid out, I felt something is still inside me. Namjoon seemed to tower over me, and I knew I was going to begin shaking again. I expected him to step towards me or to order me to move closer, but he didn't. "Don't come until I come back." I gasped as Namjoon turned the vibrator on to medium level, and turned around. I couldn't help but grab his arm, although I really shouldn't have done that. "N-no, master! Please!" "I'm turning it to higher level, just for that." Namjoon did what he said, turning the vibrator to higher level and adjusted it so that it was rubbing against my prostate. "Aah, fuck, ahh," My whole body was shaking and throbbing as I watched Namjoon walked out the room, and I saw the remote lying on the floor.       == Yoongi's POV ==   "What the fuck, Namjoon?" As soon as I saw Namjoon coming out from his room, I unfold my arms and sat up on the couch. He sat on the recliner and sprang his legs in front of him, facing the TV, but he wasn't actually trying to watch the TV program. "You left him there?" "Yes." I knew that Namjoon didn't just left him, but he left him with the vibrator in his ass. That's what he always does. "You didn't touch him again?" Namjoon just licked his lips, still looking straight to the TV. I really couldn't understand him. When Namjoon and I are highschool students, he was the most dominant Dom I've ever met. He didn't even need to try to be good, he always had it in him. But somehow now, I wasn't sure if he wants to dominate the kid. It seemed like he is just doing a favor to the boy. "If you're being an asshole, can I have him instead?" Namjoon looked at me for the first time, I thought he would be surprised or mad, but my eyes widen when I saw him grinned. "You want to be his Dom? But have you ever dominated someone since highschool, Yoongi?" I bit my lip and gulped. I tried my best not to show him that I was nervous, but I couldn't stop swallowing. Namjoon seemed to know about me too much. And of course he does. "That's why I want him. Because he is weak." "I knew you'll like him." Namjoon grinned again and turned off the TV, shifted his body to completely face me. I gulped and looked over the opposite wall, avoiding his eye contact. "Why do you think I asked you to train him, Yoongi?" Namjoon stood up and walked towards me, and my heart rate doubled as he was getting closer and closer. As I sit there looking up at him, I remembered when I first met him in highschool. He always seemed to tower over me. That was when I found myself quickly looking back at the floor. Just like how Namjoon knows too well about me, I knew him well too. So, I didn't really need to know the reason, but I asked him anyway. "Then tell me." I looked up to his face again, wanting more than anything to allow my gaze to travel down his body. I wanted to see it, I wanted to touch it. But I could not pull my eyes away from his face. "Because you were my first and my best pet."   ***** Chapter 6 ***** When I woke up, it was already starting to get dark outside. Slightly confused, I looked around a bit, until I was fully aware of where I was. I was in Namjoon's bed. But I couldn't remember why I got here. Quietly I stood up and went outside the room. I heard sounds coming from the living room area, and I realized it was the television. I found Namjoon sitting in a recliner in front of the TV, his head tilted back and eyes closed. He'd fallen asleep. He probably slept here because I was sleeping in his bed. "Why do you think I asked you to train him, Yoongi? Because you are my first and my best pet. You can't have him. Whatever you do, he is only attached to me." Namjoon's words came across my head again and suddenly I felt my head ache. I then just realized my throat was drying. I heard another noise coming from the kitchen as I walked inside and found Jimin washing the dishes. "What time is it?" Jimin turned around and blinked. "Almost seven. Are you alright?" Jimin paused his dishwashing and looked at me. I could see few scratches around his neck, slightly hidden under his collar. He couldn't stay still again. He probably moved around while Namjoon was out of the room, and scratched his neck with the leather collar. "I was just, thinking." I shook my head as I grabbed a tea towel and started drying. I was thinking of a lot of things. Like, why Namjoon wanted me to train him if he isn't going to touch him anyway. And what is so special about this boy that he doesn't want to let go of him. When it comes to Dom and Sub relationships, balance is more important than love. It was clear that they don't have the balance. "I'm fine even if Namjoon doesn't want to touch me yet, if that's what you're thinking." Jimin shut the water off and took the towel and plate from my hands, and then started drying it. When I looked over, he was very carefully studying the plate he was drying, not meeting my eyes. "But why?" "He once told me that it might takes time for him to accept me. And I could tell he was trying at first, but he suddenly stopped touching me." I never thought I could be more confused than I was already. I finally got to the point where I just gave up thinking about their weird relationship. "I don't understand." I sighed and went to put the leftovers in a container. I could tell Jimin was looking at me, maybe he wanted to ask something or tell me something and I waited, but he turned around and continued drying the plates. I suddenly remembered what Namjoon told me. That, Jimin is only attached to him whatever I do. Before I could stop myself to do stupid things, I was already placing my hands on his shoulders and made him turn around. "D-daddy?" He looked confused, and of course he was. I didn't even know what I was trying to do. He continued to look up at me but my eyes no longer met his. I was scanning his body as I touch him so gently. Then I shifted up my gaze to his face, his very young looking face. I think I was trying to search what is so special about him, but I wasn't sure. I was just looking at him as he bit his lip in nervous. "Next time Namjoon punish you like that, ask for a blindfold." My voice was almost a whisper as I continued to touch him. Still staring at him, my hands moved around to his shoulders and then slowly down his back. "B-but why?" His voice was also a whisper, as I shifted my body around, taking him with me, so that his back is against the sink. Grabbing the top of his legs, just below his butt cheeks, I picked him up and stepped forward so that he was pressed right against the counter. "So that you can't see your master walking away." I gently released him so he was sitting there in front of me, his legs dangling down from the counter, not touching the floor. I looked into his face, and he was at this point staring directly into my eyes. "I don't like how you stated it." "What? Walking away?" I snorted in laughter as he tilted his head forward, almost like a nod, but his gaze glued to the floor. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile before." I pushed his chin up with my fingers and made him look into my eyes. I observed his gleaming eyes, but all I could see was sadness. "It makes me wanna dominate you." I slid my hands to the back of his head and held him there as I moved closer to his lips with my own. Finally they were touching and I grabbed his head in both of my hands, covering his mouth completely with mine. His eyes closed as I felt the warmth of his body pressing against my own, and cautiously I pressed myself to him. I don't usually kiss, especially if he is someone's Sub, but I was so aroused as I felt his lips against my own, tasted his breath, felt his tongue. But Jimin suddenly turned his head, and broke our kiss. "You're not my master." Jimin murmured and looked at me again, his eyes still filled with sadness. "I'm not." I said after a long silence, both of us just staring at each other's eye. I swallowed and looked away, and walked out the kitchen. I was getting irritated, but I didn't know why. I again saw Namjoon sleeping in a recliner as I went to the living room. Quietly I went in front of him and leaned in, looking directly at his face. I started to think again. Suddenly he moved his arm very quickly, and grabbed my wrist. It startled me and I almost screamed, purely out of reflex. He opened his eyes and looked right into my eye. "I told you, you can't have him, Yoongi." I pulled my arm out of his hand, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. "I'm not your pet anymore, Namjoon. You can't control me." "Then, who are you?" I widen my eyes as I heard his words. His words quickly brought back the memories I hid deep inside my head. Namjoon reached around and grabbed my other wrist with his opposite hand, and pulled me in front of the chair so I was now standing before him. "Who are you?" He asked again, and I swallowed. "Hold on tight." Namjoon lifted up the paddle and smacked my back hard, without any more warning than that. I jumped and grunted, but didn't make any noise as Namjoon spanked me. Five strokes into it, he stepped up the pace, hitting faster and harder, and I closed my eyes and took it, my breath coming in pants. Finally, Namjoon dropped the paddle on the floor and went in front of me, tipping my chin up to make me look at him, but I refused to look at his eye. "Who are you?" "I, I don't," "Who are you?" Namjoon asked again, picking up a crop. "I, I'm," I whispered and gulped afterwards, still looking everywhere but Namjoon's eye. Namjoon walked around and spanked me again. "Stop thinking. Just answer my question. Who are you?" "Y-Yoongi, sir." Another stripe. "I told you to stop thinking! Who are you?" "Min Yoongi, sir." Two more stripes. "And what are you?" "Your pet, sir!" "Who are you?" I tried to pull out my arm again, but this time I was helpless, unable to pull it free. "Why are you doing this?" "Because I want you back." Namjoon was looking straight into my eye, like he is searching for something. I didn't say anything, waiting for him to explain what he meant. "You know that balance is more important than love when it comes to Dom and Sub relationship. But unfortunately, Jimin and I don't have that." "Yeah, clearly." "That's why I need you. To balance us out." I took a deep breath and slowly let it out, looking at the floor again. I was thinking of what should I do. "You mean you're still keeping the boy, but you're making me do all the trouble?" Namjoon laughed a little and looked down to the floor, but he didn't say anything. Frankly, I felt more confused than ever about the whole damn situation. But if I wanted more information than this I have to ask the right questions. And I already got them in my mind, but I was afraid to ask. Or, I was afraid to know. "You really are an asshole. Don't blame me if he got attached to me. It's easy to domesticate a pet if he is abandoned by his master." "I won't." I was also looking at him, but then I saw Jimin coming out of the kitchen, so I quickly pulled my arm out of his grip. "Master, do you want tea?" Jimin asked, and furrowed his brows, probably noticing the tensed tension between me and Namjoon. "Yeah, tea's good." Namjoon said absently, He seemed to be studying the far wall. "Come here, pup." Jimin ran to the living room and slightly grinned. I moved back a bit as Jimin set himself in front of Namjoon, kneeling between his legs. "Yoongi will help you make it. Will you do that, pet?" Jimin's eyes flew open and he turned his head to look at me. Namjoon was still looking at me, but smirking. My gaze ran over Namjoon and Jimin, and finally at the floor near my feet. I gulped and forced myself to say two words. The two words I was dying to say, but now, it just killed me inside. "Yes, master." Namjoon's grin grew wider, and Jimin furrowed his brows. I ignored them and walked toward the kitchen, and soon after, Jimin came inside. "D-did I hear it right?" Jimin's voice was shaking, but he was trying to hide it. I couldn't say anything, or look at him, but Jimin came closer and grabbed my arm gently, making me turn to look at him. "Do you remember when I told you you'll eventually know the reason why I made you call me daddy?" I managed to speak and Jimin nodded, looking straight into my eyes like he is waiting for me to say the reason. "Because I was Namjoon's pet too." Jimin's eyes widen. He didn't say anything, he was probably too shocked to think of what to say. I slowly pulled out my arm from his hand, but he didn't protest, or maybe he didn't even noticed it. "D-do you," Jimin finally said with shaking voice, it was so quiet, and I felt his hands grabbing the hem of my shirt, but I didn't look down. I was still looking to his eye as he looks back at me with eyes filled with tears. "Do you want him back?" I gulped as he started crying in front of me. His question was a shock to me. Do I want him back? I don't know. It would be a lie if I said I do, but it would also be a lie if I said I don't. But I was sure about one thing. "I don't want to go back to where I was. Don't worry, I'm not gonna take your master from you." I grabbed his hands and made him let go of my shirt. I swallowed again as I felt my chest tightened, and my breathing got heavier. "But I'm going to take you away from him."     ***** Chapter 7 ***** I was looking at him through the infirmary's window, my head resting on my palm. He was sitting at the staircase again, reading a book. I sighed as I remembered saying to him many times that he shouldn't read there, but he doesn't listen to me. I almost shouted when I saw a student running down the stairs and pushing through the crowd, but it was too late. The boy ran into Jimin and knocked him down, the book flew ahead of him. "Shit." I stood up and put on my white coat over my plain white shirt, but paused as I saw the boy helping Jimin to stand up and bowed few times to apologize. I hesitated for few seconds if I should go, but I thought that it wouldn't be weird even if I did, since I'm the school nurse. "Are you alright?" When I went to the staircase, the boy wasn't there anymore. Jimin was brushing off the dust on his pants as he looked up at me, his book is still lying on the staircase. I picked it up and grabbed his wrist to make him turn around. "W-what are you doing?" "I'm checking if you're injured." I rolled up his sleeves and checked his elbows down to his hands, but I didn't see any scratch. "I'm fine." "I told you to stop reading here." Jimin frowned and looked down to his feet. I sighed again and hold out the book to him, but he didn't even look at me as he grabbed the book from my hand. "Jimin, I already told you I'm not gonna take Namjoon from you." "I don't want to talk about it. Not here in school." Jimin held the book in his arms and walked pass me, still avoiding my eye contact. I sighed again and stare at his back until he's out of my sight, then I jumped slightly as the phone rang inside my pocket. "Hello?" I said, picking up the phone without looking at the display. "Hi pet. Come to my office after finishing your work." It was Namjoon. His voice was smooth and deep, and I could tell he is grinning by the tone of his voice. "I don't know your office." "I sent you the address." I shifted the phone to my other hand as I licked my lips. "Okay." I simply answered, and hung up the phone. Knowing better not to question him. I didn't bother to go home and change my clothes as I went to Namjoon's office. But when I pulled up my car, I noticed that the building was already dark inside. I picked up the phone and hit the speed dial as I walked to the front door to see if it's locked, the line ringing in my ears as I pulled the door. The door was locked. It rang several times, but just before I would have expected Namjoon's machine to pick up, I saw a figure walking toward me. "Hi pet." Namjoon unlocked the door and grinned, holding the door open for me to enter. "Why is it dark?" "Because our office closes at six. No one's here now, except the guards. So be quiet." Namjoon tossed the key in the air and caught it as he walked inside the building. "So we're breaking into your office?" I stopped walking, I wasn't overly impressed with the idea. "It doesn't call breaking in if I have a key, and if it's my own office." Namjoon didn't bother to stop walking, knowing I will always catch up sooner or later. Namjoon's office was placed at the corner of the third floor. I lifted up my brows as I entered his office, I didn't expect him to have such a big private office for himself, since he was still young. "Lock the door." Namjoon turned around to face me and said, the sudden words sounded very loud in the quiet of the room. I did what I was told, and when I turned around again, Namjoon was standing in front of me. I swallowed as Namjoon walked closer, making me walk backwards until my back touched the door. Namjoon just grinned and started to undo the buttons on my shirt. "What are you doing?" I asked, watching the little bits of plastic slip through the holes. It was a stupid question. It wasn't like I was expecting us to be talking about our life plans in his office, I knew this will happen. "Undressing you." Namjoon said, simply. "Why here?" I swatted Namjoon's hand away as he undid the last button on my shirt. "You don't want Jimin to see us, do you?" Namjoon looked into my eyes, and ran his hand over my chest. Pausing only to tease my nipple and examine the responding gasp I made. "Wow, you cared about the boy. I'm surprised." I managed to say, with something like my usual sarcasm, and Namjoon just snorted. "You know, I was surprised too. I didn't expect you to agree to be my pet again that easily." "Just because I agreed to be your pet, it doesn't mean I'm submissive." His hands trailed down to my stomach, so his fingers could outline my abs, and finally work on my fly. "That's what I like about you, Yoongi. You have the attitude of a Dom, but you still like taking orders and getting fucked. Perfect for my pet." "I am a Dom." I glared at Namjoon as he wrapped his hand around my cock. It was a very unfair but incredibly effective way to win an argument. "I'm just telling you, very politely, that you belong to me." Namjoon told me, with a hint of his usual bossy self and started to slowly stroke my erection. Yeah, very polite. I fought desperately to keep control of my body. I put my hand over Namjoon's hand to move his hand faster, I was getting impatient for his teasing. But Namjoon's grip tightened. "Yes or no." Namjoon whispered in my ear. "You can say stop. But you can't instruct me to do how you like it, pet." I bit back a moan but dropped my hand away. Namjoon went back to exactly what he was doing. I should have known that I couldn't win over his dominance. He was a perfect Dom, and I wanted to be willing to agree with anything Namjoon said if it kept Namjoon's hand on me and working more firmly, but my pride was getting in the way. "Say it." "Say what?" "Say you belong to me." Namjoon ordered, his other hand held my waist, holding me still so he could jack me off as he pleased. I swallowed, and closed my eyes. Namjoon's hand never hesitated. "I'm not doing this because I'm horny. I'm checking if you're willing to be my pet. So if you're not gonna say anything, I will stop." I stared at his lips until I remembered I wasn't supposed to, then I snapped my gaze up to his eye again. "I belong to you." I said, whispering the words out loud for the first time. Somehow, right then, I didn't feel forced to say it. I said it with my own will, but still my chest tightened. I felt like a kid lying to his mother that I will do better, even though I knew I could never be a good son like how she expected me to be. "Good boy." Namjoon leaned over and kissed me. I forced myself to at least make an effort and try to take control of the kiss. But it was no use. Namjoon slid his free hand into my hair and held my head still, tilting it back to give him a perfect angle. Namjoon slid up his other hand up to my back and held me there, pulling me with him to walk to the couch, but our lips never left each other's. He gently laid me on the couch and continued to slowly jacked me off. In seconds all of my clothes were tossed aside. Then Namjoon leaned back, breaking the kiss to look down my body. My cock was flushed with arousal and slicked with my pre-cum, sliding perfectly through his hand. "I was starting to think you're asexual." I whispered, involuntarily waiting for him to connect our lips again. "Unfortunately, I'm not. I actually really missed doing this." I dropped my head back on the couch and gasped for breath. Namjoon stroked me a few times as he shifted down the couch. When I looked down to him, he was holding a bottle of lube and started pouring some into his palm, not sure where he was hiding it. I pulled up my legs back as Namjoon slid his fingers gently against my entrance and slowly slipped a finger inside. "T-two." Like Namjoon, I was also missed doing this. I missed doing this with him. After highschool, I never got a steady partner. I  went to a club often and find a guy for one night, but that was it. Not gonna say out loud, but I never found someone better than Namjoon. "You are instructing me again, pet." Namjoon reminded me, but my sarcastic spirit made a sudden return. "You know what would make me shut up? Two fingers." Namjoon shook his head and laughed as he moved his finger back and forth some more. And I groaned as Namjoon quickly slid another lube slick finger inside me alongside the first one. "Three," Moments passed, and I demanded again. But it seemed Namjoon was past the point of demanding slow, he didn't argue. He added an extra coat of lube to his fingers and stretched my hole wide open around his three digits. "Cock?" Namjoon whispered against my lips as he stole a kiss, but I could already hear him working on his fly. "Yes," "That's not the magic word, pet. Don't get carried away just because I'm being nice to you." Namjoon whispered against my lips as he stole a kiss. "Please, master." I whispered, realizing Namjoon wasn't going to move until I said it. "Say it again." "Please, master. I want you now," Namjoon stole whatever else I would have said with a kiss and slid into me, and began to thrust. My eyes dropped closed, my lips parted with pure pleasure. "Aah, fuck," I gasped as Namjoon caught my legs on the inside of his elbows and pushed them back to my chest, opening me further. The angle changed, and I grasped the couch with both hands as my master's cock rubbed my prostate. "Now you finally look submissive." Namjoon thrusted harder into me and reached down to wrap his hand around my cock. I couldn't hold back the weak little noise in the back of my throat at this point. "P-please," I couldn't tell if the pleasure was coming from my cock or my prostate, but I knew I wouldn't last long whichever it was. "Please, I'm gonna come!" "Beg for it, pet. Come on, say it!" "Please master, let me come! Please!" Namjoon stayed deep inside me then his hand moved faster and harder, his other hand dropped down to massage my balls. I rocked between his hands and cock, fucking myself on his cock and thrust into his hand as he rolled the tightening sacs in his hand. "Come now, pet." Those words changed everything. I gave up any effort to hold back and came all over Namjoon's hand, and Namjoon went back to thrust hard and fast until he finished himself inside me, and only had enough strength to half collapse on top of me. "Fuck," I murmured underneath him, trying to catch my breath. Namjoon gradually built up the energy to stand up and grabbed a few tissue from his desk and cleaned me up. "I still have something to do. Go home." Namjoon fastened his suit pants, tucking his cock back into place. It was my cue to pull myself together. I started to pick up my clothes one by one on the floor. A few minutes later Namjoon was out of the door. I stared at the closed door for a few minutes and sighed. At least I know now that Namjoon isn't an asshole to Jimin, but to all of his pet.     I went home like nothing happened. But I still felt guilty when I saw Jimin sitting on the floor in the living room, the room was so quiet, and he looked really sad. "What's wrong?" I walked toward him, and he looked at me for few seconds and shifted his gaze to the center table. Then I noticed there's a box in front of him. "He left you something." Jimin muttered, it was so quiet, it didn't seem like he was trying to tell me, but more like he was telling to himself. I looked away from him and grabbed the box, and ripped it open. Roughly than I intended. It was a collar. The exact same collar Jimin was wearing, but mine was black instead of light brown like Jimin's. "We have matching collars now." I snorted and dropped the box to the floor, still holding the collar in my hand. I stared at it for few minutes, then looked down to Jimin. He was looking up at me. But I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I involuntarily hoped he wasn't mad, but I shrugged that thought aside. "Daddy?" Jimin finally broke the silence between us, and I just hummed a response. "I made a friend today." Jimin softly smiled, his eyes disappeared in a cute crescent shape. I felt my chest tightened as I still sensed his sadness behind his smile. I knew he wanted to tell Namjoon about it instead of me. But I still forced a smile for him.     ***** Chapter 8 ***** "Why are you staying up late? Don't you have school tomorrow?" "I have, but I wanted to tell that I made a friend." Jimin smiled again. It was a soft smile, but it was still a smile. "You told me, now go to bed." I didn't want to sound harsh but it was almost two in the morning. I reached down to held him by his neck, and grabbed his collar as he stood up. "Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" "Kid, you know I can't do that." "Please?" I didn't realize that I was caressing his collar while I stared at it. Then I quickly shifted back my gaze to meet his. "Alright. But promise me you won't tell Namjoon about this." "I won't." Namjoon gave me three rules. Not to kiss him, not to cuddle with him, and not to take him out. It was simple. I'm not allowed to do all the things Namjoon can do, but I'm allowed to do things Namjoon can't, like have sex with him. I didn't complain because in that case I assumed I'm allowed to care about the boy, or even love him because that's definitely something Namjoon can't do. I tucked him under the blanket and lie down next to him, resting my cheek on my hand. Jimin looked up at me with curious eyes, but he didn't say anything. "Close your eyes." I told him, but he was still looking at me. "I do have a few friends at school, you know? Only close enough to ask what's the assignments are, but I still have friends." Jimin murmured as he moved closer to me, his head cradled in the crook of my shoulder. I licked my lips nervously and think if I should move away, but I didn't. "But he actually asked me to be his friend. It was my first time someone asked me like that." Jimin moved his hand across my chest, touching me gently, almost reverently. "What's his name?" Without looking at him, or even moving any part of myself, I finally responded to him. My voice was quiet, though not really a whisper. "Taehyung." Jimin muttered, and I lifted up my brows. "You mean Kim Taehyung?" "Yes, you know him?" Of course I know him. He is the most popular boy in the school. All the girls talks about him, he is friend with most of the students, not a honor student but most of the teachers likes him too. It wasn't surprising to know that he asked Jimin to be his friend. He probably had asked every student to be his friend. "Isn't he the one knocked you down on the staircase?" "Yes, he is. But after that, we met again at the gate and he apologized to me again. Then, he asked me to be his friend. He said we could play video games sometimes. Do you think Namjoon will allow me?" Jimin looked up at me as he asked, and I looked down at him for the first time. "Of course he will. Now, stop talking and close your eyes. I'm not gonna wait all night for you to fall asleep, kid. I have work tomorrow too." I grabbed his hand and put it away from my chest, and moved my body away from him a bit, so we aren't actually cuddling. "Okay. Good night, daddy."       I tried to concentrate on my work. It was impossible. The longer I sat at my desk staring into space, the longer I had to spend thinking about what I had done the night before. I thought it was the natural thing to do as a pet, but when I went home and saw the boy sitting alone in the living room, I realized that I betrayed the kid. I took a deep breath and forced myself to think about the whole situation calmly. I agreed to be Namjoon's pet because I didn't want to leave the kid alone. But I'm still keeping all the rules Namjoon gave me. Maybe Namjoon was right. Maybe I like being obedient. Although I still think that it was different from being submissive.   "Uh, Mr. Min?" I didn't even noticed someone opened the door, but when I heard the familiar voice, my thoughts pulled down to the earth again. I turned my head, and saw Jimin was standing there by the door. "What's wrong?" "I, uh, I just wanted to read a book here. I won't bother you." Jimin closed the door and walked toward me as he held the book in his hand. Jimin sat on the bed next to me, and waited for me to respond. I just sighed and looked back at the laptop, but it was enough respond for him to know that I don't care if he is here. I glanced at my laptop's clock and pretended that it didn't bother me that Jimin hasn't talked to me since he entered the room. But I couldn't help but turn my head and look at him, and I realized he wasn't even reading a book. The book is totally neglected on his lap while he looked outside through a window. I turned my chair and looked outside the window, trying to follow his gaze. And I saw Taehyung playing ball with his friends at the school field. "Why don't you go out and play, kid?" Jimin turned his head and looked at me, he looked surprised that I caught him staring at Taehyung. "I, I can't." Jimin looked down and opened his book again, pretending to read it, but I knew he isn't. "Why not?" I asked, but Jimin didn't respond, only biting his bottom lip nervously. "Don't tell me you're still wearing a plug." Jimin tilted his head lower, almost like hiding his face to me. I sighed as I closed my laptop and stoop up. "I told you to stop wearing it at school." "You always tell me to stop doing things." Jimin pouted, and held his book tighter. I didn't like that he needs something to remind him of Namjoon at school. I let him be his pet at home, I don't care. But at school, he is mine. I put my hand on his shoulder, but he was still refusing to show his face to me. I moved my hand to his neck, and caressed his skin with my thumb. "If you want to remind yourself that you are a pet even when you're in school, I will remind it to you." I grasped a handful lock of his hair and forced him to look up at me. Jimin gulped, his face was flushed. I started to unbuckle his belt and unbotton his pants as I looked down at him, but he didn't stop me. "Kneel down on the bed, and hold the headboard." "B-but they might see us." "Why do you think I made you kneel there by the window? They can see your face, but not what's going on behind here. Just do what I say, puppy. I also told you to stop saying 'but' to me." Jimin made a whining sound, but he still obeyed. I pulled down his pants to his knees, and then his boxers. I grabbed his ass with both hands and spread his cheeks wide. I was surprised that I didn't see a buttplug, but a string coming out from his entrance. "Are you wearing anal beads?" I slowly pulled the ring attached to the string, and pulled out a bead. The bead was almost a size of golf ball but I assumed it wasn't long, only two to three beads. "Namjoon doesn't know what he's missing. You're too good for him." Jimin groaned as I pushed the bead back inside him. I pulled his cheeks to spread more, and dragged my tongue over his hole. "Aah, d-daddy," Jimin turned his head to look at the door, maybe making sure no one could see us. The door wasn't locked, but I didn't care. My tongue danced and flicked across his ass, teasing his hole and threatening to push inside. Jimin gasped, eyes closed tight as I took him deeper.         == Jimin's POV ==   "Oh, God, please!" I didn't mean to say it, but I did. I wasn't even sure what I was asking for, but I wanted it. Wanted more and wanted hard and fast and so very, very much. "Please, m-more," I begged. I never thought I was needy, or maybe a slut, but I really liked it when Yoongi touched me. I reached down to fist my shaft and started to stoke it as Yoongi's tongue finally pushing through and inside me over and over. I closed my eyes tight and pressed my forehead against the window. And suddenly remembered about last night. I was waiting for my master to come home. But when Namjoon and Yoongi didn't come home until midnight, I knew they were together. And when I smelled Namjoon's perfume on Yoongi, I was certain of they had sex. It would be a lie if I said I didn't care but surprisingly, I wasn't jealous. I thought that Yoongi wanted Namjoon back, but he looked sad when he held the collar in his hand. It seemed like he was sad about finally realizing where he belongs to now. I didn't understand why though, he is the one who told me every Sub have a right to choose their Dom. "Stop thinking." My back arched slightly as Yoongi spanked me, and I immediately stopped thinking. Yoongi slid his finger along his tongue inside me, and pushing the beads even deeper. I tried my best, but I couldn't suppress my moans at this point. I groaned and reflexively arched to allow Yoongi's finger easy access. "Oh my God, he's looking! D-daddy, he's looking at me!" My eyes flew open when I saw Taehyung was looking up and waving his hand at me, his other hand blocking the sunlight from his eyes. I moved away from the window so he couldn't see me, but Yoongi spanked me again and pushed me back closer to the window. "Don't be rude, pup. Say hi to him." I looked down to the field again as I bit my bottom lip. Taehyung wasn't waving his hand anymore, but he was still looking up at me. I involuntarily stroked my shaft harder and faster, not realizing that the fact that someone is watching turned me on so hard. But Yoongi must have noticed, because he darted down to lick over my hole, his tongue slick and fast. "Oh, God, I'm so close," The touch of Yoongi's tongue sent bolts of electricity through my body. I whimpered, and tried        tried really hard to keep still. It was hard. I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead and see my flushed face reflected in the window glass. I couldn't even think of how Taehyung seeing me. "I'm gonna come, I n-need to, please!" I stroked faster and harder, I was ready to shoot anytime, and I know I didn't need a permission, but I still waited for it. "Then come." Yoongi suddenly tugged the string and the beads pulled out swiftly. "Ahh!!" My body went stiff and still, arched as far as I could and I screamed as I came. It shot powerfuly out of me, splashing against the headboard. I continued to fire jet after jet of cum, and finally collapsed against Yoongi's chest. "You ruined our friendship. There's no way he still wants to be my friend after what he saw." I panted my words, but Yoongi just snorted. "He's not smart enough to notice, kid. And he's not even looking anymore." I looked up at Yoongi as he caressed my head, his fingers playing with my hair. He let me lie against his chest until I was able to move again. And when I sat up, he reached his hands in front of me to fix my pants, almost hugging me from behind. "I hate you." I whispered as a tease, but I still noticed the quick pause of Yoongi's hands. He stoop up from the bed as soon as he finished fixing my clothes, and I slowly moved closer to the window again. I searched for Taehyung, and like what Yoongi said, he was laughing and playing with his friends. I breathe out a sigh of relief. He really didn't seemed to noticed it. But what I didn't know was, there was an another boy looking up at me.   ***** Chapter 9 ***** "Master? It's already six-thirty." Namjoon was dead asleep when I gently shook his shoulder. I set a mug of hot coffee on the nightstand as I watched him rolling over and rubbing his eyes. "Thanks." Namjoon sat up, leaning on the headboard as he reached for the mug. I sat on the edge of the bed next to him, watching for an opportunity to tell him about my new friend. "You look tired. Did you work late last night?" "No, just another drinking session with my client." With a shake of his head, Namjoon took another sip of coffee, starting to feel more awake. He didn't come home until late last night too. Before Yoongi came to this house, he never went out late, but lately it was becoming his habit. "Do you want to have breakfast now?" "No, I'll take a shower first." Namjoon put down his mug on the nightstand and stretched. I grabbed Namjoon's robe and held it open for him. But Namjoon didn't bother with a robe, he went straight to his bathroom, wearing nothing more than a T-shirt and boxers. I threw the robe on the couch and went out into the kitchen, unsurprised to find Yoongi there, hair still damp as he mixed eggs in a bowl. "He's taking a shower now." I informed Yoongi as I boil a water, and set two mugs on the counter. I put instant coffee in a mug, and a tea bag in the other one. And poured a milk in a glass for myself. "Get the toasts and put them on the table now. Egg's done soon." "Okay!" I put three plates of toast on the dining table and came back in just a minute to finish making the coffee and tea as Yoongi busily making scrambled eggs. "Good morning." Namjoon said as he slipped into a chair. His hair was wet, and he had on his suit pants and white undershirt. I put the mug of coffee in front of him, and the mug of tea beside Yoongi's plate. Then sat next to Namjoon as I held my glass of milk with both hands. "Are you going out tonight too?" I hesitated for a second, but asked him anyway. Namjoon shook his head and reached for the mug. "I'll come home tonight, don't worry." Namjoon said softly, and touched my cheek with one hand for a moment. I just smiled and sipped my milk. "Help yourself." Yoongi came out from the kitchen with a big plate of scrambled eggs and sausages, and put it on the center of dining table. I grabbed the spoon before Namjoon can, and put some scrambled eggs and sausages on his plate. "Thanks. Let's eat." Namjoon smiled, and I found myself smiling again. I was happy that we could eat breakfast like this. Sometimes I think if I'm being greedy. I always wanted more, I wanted Namjoon to love me the way I love him, but for now, this was enough. We started eating at the same time, neither of us saying anything. "Master? Can I tell you something?" After a long silence, I finally opened my mouth to speak. "Yeah, sure. Go ahead." Namjoon simply said and sipped his coffee. "I made a new friend at school." Namjoon looked up at me and blinked, pausing his movement of sipping his coffee. "Really?" "Yes. His name is Taehyung." I said with a nod, and glanced at Yoongi quickly, but he was looking at his plate and said nothing. "Wow, that's great! I'm really happy for you, pup!" Namjoon leaned closer to me and grabbed the back of my head to pull me closer, and kissed my forehead. I smiled shyly as he raffled my hair afterwards and grinned, he really does look happy about it. Maybe because it was my first time to tell him something like this. I never really talked to him about how I do in school. "Can I go out and play with him sometimes? He said he can introduce me to some of his friends too." "Of course! Wait a minute." Namjoon suddenly stood up and went to his room, and when he came back, he was holding a cellphone in his hand. "Here. You can use this one. I bought it last year for work but I ended up not using it. I think it still works just fine." He handed out the cellphone to me and I took it carefully with both of my hands. I stared at it for few seconds and looked up at Namjoon. It wasn't the one of those fancy smartphones but I didn't care. I didn't have a cellphone before, and I never thought I needed one since I don't have anyone to call to anyway. And I always stays at home. "I'll give you my cell number, but you only are to ever call if it is an emergency. You understand?" "Yes, sir." I handed him the cellphone back, and he punched a bunch of buttons, apparently adding his number to my call list. "Give him your number too." Namjoon handed the cellphone to Yoongi. Yoongi put down his fork and did the same, and handed it back to Namjoon. "Just press the down arrow button and it takes you to your phone book. Then select a name by pressing the green bottun. You can add your friend's number too if you want to." "Thank you master. I love you so much!" I stood up just to quickly hug him, and went back to my seat again. I did what Namjoon told me, to make sure I know how to use the phone. And I grinned when I saw Yoongi registered his name as 'Daddy', even though Namjoon registered with his name. "Can I invite him over?" I asked and bit a mouthful of my toast, but Namjoon paused his movement again. "Well, uh, let me think about that." Namjoon licked his lips and looked down at his plate. It seemed like he was thinking something. "You can't invite him over." Yoongi spoke for the first time, and when I turned my head to look at him, he was glaring at me. "He mustn't know that you live with your teacher. Or even know that you know me personally." "Okay, I won't." I quickly glanced at Namjoon and pouted, and started to eat my breakfast again.       "Hey, Jimin! Can I sit here?" Taehyung grinned widely, and put down his tray on the table. Before I can answer, he already slid into the chair next to me, and another boy sat in front of me across the table. "You don't mind if Jungkook eats with us too, right?" "Uh, no." I quickly glanced at the boy     Jungkook, as Taehyung points him. I never saw him in any of my classes before, so I thought he is in upper grade or lower grade. But he didn't look older than me, even though he was taller. So I assumed he is in lower grade. "Wow, you bring lunch box to school? It looks really yummy!" Taehyung leaned closer and opened his mouth. I laughed and grabbed a sausage with my chopsticks, and threw it in Taehyung's mouth. "It's delicious! I bet your mom is good at cooking." "Umm, actually my daddy made them. I don't live with my mother anymore." I didn't have to say that, but it slipped out of my mouth. Taehyung blinked rapidly and glanced at Jungkook, like he is asking for help, so I quickly changed the subject. "I saw you playing at the field yesterday." As soon as I said it I realized that it wasn't a best subject too, because Taehyung might get mad at me about why I didn't waved back at him if I knew he was looking. But Taehyung didn't seemed to mind it. "Yeah, I saw you too! Why were you at the infirmary? Were you sick? Or hurt? Are you alright?" "I, uh," I bit my bottom lip and looked away from Taehyung. But then I saw Jungkook staring at me. And the way he stares at me made me feel uneasy. "M-Mr. Min let me read a book there sometimes." "He does? But he looks really scary, isn't he? When I went to infirmary after I got a scratch on my knee, I thought he's going to scold me about it." "Well, umm," Taehyung laughed, but I dropped my gaze to my lunch box and poked at my lunch. "I saw you too. You and Mr. Min seemed really... close." My eyes flew open and I reflexively looked at Jungkook. I gulped as I saw him smirking. And at that very moment, I knew he noticed. My heart rate doubled and I was breathing heavily, I was panicking. But I couldn't look away as he keeps looking into my eyes. "I, I have to go." I didn't bother to put away my lunch box as I stood up and ran out the cafeteria. I rushed into the nearest restroom and snatched up my cellphone inside my bag, not even thinking. I did not even give it any consideration that Namjoon must be working at this time, nor did I think about the fact that Namjoon had specifically told me to never call him unless it was an emergency. I quickly pulled up my phone book on the digital display and selected his number, initiating the call. My heart was pounding so fast by the second ring that I thought I would stroke out right there. "Pup? What's wrong?" It was Namjoon's voice on the line. "M-master," "What's wrong?" He repeated, little louder than earlier. "I, uh," I just realized that I shouldn't have called him. What should I tell him anyway? That someone saw me having sex with Yoongi in the infirmary? I was getting nervous now, and it was quiet on the other end of the line for a very long, uncomfortable moment. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I called you, I was..." "Listen, pup. You understand when I told you you only are to ever call if it is an emergency, right? I meant if you feel threatened or in danger. Not if you missed me or if you are just freaking because I didn't come home early. Those reasons are not acceptable to call." "...I'm sorry." I knew I should hung up the phone, but couldn't, quite. "Joon-ah, hurry up and put on your shirt. We need to go back now." I heard another male voice behind him. Namjoon spoke back at him, but I couldn't catch what he said. I assumed Namjoon blocked the mic on his phone as he spoke. "I need to go now." Namjoon quickly said, and I heard the clanging noise of belt buckle before he hung up. I held the phone still against my ear as I listened to the beep beep sound that tells me the line had ended. I didn't get jealous when Namjoon and Yoongi had sex. Because I trusted him. I thought it was one of those Dom/Sub thing Namjoon and Yoongi always talks about. But this was different. This was like a knife in my heart. I pulled the phone away from my ear, moving it in front of my face, focusing on it through my tear-filled eyes.   "Found you." I heard the door open, and I saw Jungkook standing by the door, panting. I quickly wiped my tears with the back of my hand, then turned around to face him. "What do you want?" I glared at him. But he just grinned and leaned against the wall as he fold his arms, almost like blocking my way out. "I didn't mean to scare you like that. Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell anyone. I actually like you a lot." Jungkook grinned wider. And if the way he looks at me didn't make me nervous, I might thought he's cute. "I asked you the reason why you're here." I didn't like that I sounded just like Yoongi. I shook my head and sighed, trying to control myself. There was so much emotions going on in my mind, I knew I was just taking it out on him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it harshly. I'm just panicking right now." "It's alright." Jungkook walked toward me, and I stepped back a little. There's something about him that makes me nervous, but I couldn't figure out what it was. "I'm going out with Tae tonight. And I wanted to know if you want to come." "Umm, well... yeah, sure." I knew I should ask Namjoon first, but I didn't. Not now that I know he's been hiding something from me. I gulped and licked my lips nervously. And when Jungkook grinned and turned around to leave, I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. ***** Chapter 10 ***** == Yoongi's POV ==   I heard Namjoon set his keys on the foyer table and hang up his jacket before making his way into the apartment. I quickly turned on the TV to make me look like I was doing something, not just staring at the walls for almost two hours. "Where is he?" "He went out with his friends." Namjoon walked over and sat with me on the couch. "Out where?" I scooted over as he stretched out his arm on the backrest. I didn't know why but being alone with him felt awkward, so I picked up the remote and surfed through the channels. "I don't know." I clicked through the channels and settled on evening news. I didn't really care what to watch, I just had to distract myself from his gaze. "He didn't tell you?" Namjoon leaned forward and looked at me, resting his elbows on his thighs. "You're the master, not me." I didn't react as Namjoon sighed and scratched his head. When I came home, Jimin was wearing his clean pair black jeans and his favorite blue shirt, he was about to leave the house. I actually asked Jimin where he was going, but he didn't tell me. He just quickly said he'll be home by midnight and slammed the door behind him. But I didn't tell Namjoon the details. If Jimin wanted his master to know, I know he would have said it by himself. "He called me earlier, but he didn't tell me about going out." "He called you? But didn't you say it's for emergency only?" Namjoon sighed again as I lifted up my brows. "That's what I said. Maybe he wanted to ask for a permission. But I hung up soon." "You know what? You really need to stop being a jerk to the kid." I snorted tauntingly. I got to the point where I don't even get surprised to know how he treat the kid so badly. "He just kept on mumbling. And I was in a hurry. What do you expect me to do?" "Maybe it was an emergency. But because you were being a jerk, he couldn't say it." Namjoon suddenly snapped the remote from my hand and turned off the TV. "What emergency could possibly happen in school? Is he getting bullied?" "No. I was just joking, relax." I stood up from the couch and went to the kitchen to escape from the tensed air between us, but Namjoon followed me soon after. "I was actually worried about him. He didn't want to make friends before. He was too attached to me, he didn't want anyone to be close to him. So I got really surprised when he told me he made a friend. Maybe inviting you over was better idea than I thought. So he can get used to being with someone other than me." Namjoon murmured. He looked relieved and sad at the same time. "Or maybe you're just losing him." I remembered the first time I came here, Jimin was so quiet and so submissive. But I noticed that he became more talkative, and sometimes he even talks back to me now. He still cries often but he lost his lost puppy eye look. He became more like a... teenage boy. "I won't stop him if he wants to leave. That could be better for him, like how it was for you." Namjoon looked down at his feet and shook his head lightly. I was about to boil a water but I stopped my hand and put the kettle in the sink. I didn't really want to talk about how I was before. But I also knew that we cannot avoid having a conversation about our highschool years sooner or later.     In highschool, I was the guy everyone knew but no one could recall speaking personally. Everyone had a friend who had seen me talking to someone, but no one had ever talked to me directly. I was a ghost wandering the halls, head down, backpack over one shoulder, eyes focused on where my next step would take me and nothing more. I side stepped conversations, ate lunch by myself, and practically ran home after school. And when I first met Namjoon, I had been walking through the halls as I normally did. Head down, concentrating only on getting out of the building. I pushed open the door, but a loud "Fuck!" followed as the door hit something. And I saw a guy stepping back few steps as his hands covered his face. "Shit, are you okay?" I asked like an idiot. Of course he wasn't all right, the door just hit his face, that was pretty far away from okay. "You hit my goddamn nose!" He said, the two huge hands cupping his nose and mouth protectively. "My bad. Let me see." I asked, not quite daring to move his hands aside by myself. "No, I'm fine." The guy said and tried to leave, but I grasped his backpack to stop him. "Just let me see." "I said I'm fine." He insisted, his both hands still covering half of his face. "You're not. You're bleeding." I could see blood between the cracks of his hands and knew his nose must be swelling. "Shit, my dad's gonna kill me. He specifically told me to look nice for tonight's family dinner thing," "Just trust me, okay? I'm good at this." His hands refused to cooperate at first but then slowly moved aside. "Well, it doesn't look that bad." I lied. It looked really bad. But I tried not to react to the amount of blood that was gushing out of his nose and down his face. I didn't thought I pushed the door too hard enough to broke his nose. I told him to sit on the nearest bench as I grabbed a wet tissue from my backpack and gently wiped the blood from his face. "You've done this before," He said as a fact and not a question. "Hold still." Without the blood, it looked better than I thought. I cleaned his face completely with the wet tissues and put handkerchief under his nose. "Hold it tight, it's still bleeding." His hand grabbed mine and held the handkerchief there by holding my hand still. "Did you get into a fight again?" He gaze the bruise I got just few days ago. "What?" "I saw you had bruises before too. And I heard rumors about you. They say you like picking a fight downtown." I gulped as I turn my head and pulled my hand from under his. "I, uh, I think you're good now. I'm really sorry I hit you." "Why won't you fight back?" I paused my action of leaving as he spoke. That simple question hit me like a truck. I looked at him again, my eyes wide open. "W-what?" "You still have bruise on your face but your knuckle is clean. You didn't fight back." He said, moving his hand away from his nose. That's when I noticed I hit Kim Namjoon. I knew who he was, of course, everyone did. He was the smartest guy in our school. He wasn't perfect-looking, but he was good-looking enough to get you to turn your head at least once. "It's not that I like picking a fight. Well, I do. But not because I like to punch random strangers." "But because you like to get punch by them?" He asked in a whisper. I took the handkerchief from his hand and put it under his nose again. "You need to hold it still." "You like pain, don't you?" Namjoon asked, looking straight to my eye. And I knew it wasn't a question. "It's none of your business." "You crave for pain when you're stressed. That's why you pick a fight." I hated that he seemed to know about me even though we just met. It was like he can see the real me through my eyes, and reading my mind from my gleam. "You shouldn't allow anyone to punch your beautiful face. If you need pain, I can help you."   "You were my only friend in highschool." I muttered, and shook my head to shrug off all the terrible memories. "He reminded me of you back in highschool." Namjoon scoffed and shook his head a little. He didn't say the name, but I knew he was talking about Jimin. "That's why I thought he will like you. And I knew you'll like him too. Because you guys are similar." "Then why did you ask me to train him if you knew I will try to take him from you?" I turned my head and look at Namjoon's eye finally, and I saw him looking straight into my eye. "Is this what you wanted?" My voice was shaking as I asked. But Namjoon kept his straight face. He didn't even blink. "You wanted me to take him, didn't you? That's why you kept saying things to arouse my competitive spirit. That's why you gave me a collar! I thought it was weird, you knew I hate being tied down! I really don't get it, Namjoon. Why can't you just say you don't want to be his master anymore and just leave?!" I grabbed him by the collar and yelled, but Namjoon grabbed my arms and easily pulled me away from him. "Because I can't! I love him, Yoongi. I really do! I don't want to hurt him or make him cry, but like I told you before, love is a simple word but it has a lot of meanings. I love him, but I can't love him the way he loves me." Namjoon grabbed my arms with both hands and sighed. I saw his eyes filled with tears, but he refused to show his face at me as he hide it behind my arms he was holding. I remembered the time Namjoon told me that. Love is a simple word but it has a lot of meanings. And I remembered that he also told me if he wanted a lover, he will make a boyfriend, not a pet. "Fuck, Namjoon. Just tell me what's the deal with you and Jimin." Suddenly I felt so weak. I lost my strength to fight him or get mad at him, I just wanted to know the reason. And the story behind them. "Well, he's," Namjoon didn't have a time to respond as his phone rang inside his pocket. "Shit," Namjoon sighed and fished his phone from his pocket, and furrowed his brows as he look at the screen. "It's Hoseok." He muttered. And I needed few seconds to recall who it is, but then I remembered. He is one of Namjoon's close friend in highschool. The guy who liked to dance in front of the school building. "Hello? Hoseok?" Namjoon put his phone on a speaker so I could hear Hoseok's voice too. Maybe he did that to make me believe he is actually talking to his friend, even though he didn't really need to do that. "Joon-ah? It's been a while!" "Yeah, it really is. What's up?" I could hear a loud music over the line. It seemed like Hoseok is in a club or party. "Didn't you say your Sub is a cute little puppy with baby cheeks and baby hands? And his name is Jimin?" "Yeah, why?" Both of us furrowed our brows and exchanged a quick glance. Both confused and worried. "I think he's here in our club." "What!? Why the fuck is he there? Shit, j-just keep an eye on him! Don't let him go anywhere, you got me?" Namjoon shouted and hung up the phone. I was still confused, it not like Jimin is seven years old. He's a little underage but I didn't know Namjoon was too strict to not letting him sneak into a night club. "Why are you panicking? It's just a club." "No, it's not just a club. It's a gay club for Dom and Sub." Namjoon rushed to the doorway and grabbed his jacket, and I didn't have time to grab mine as we ran out the apartment. "Shit, wait up!!"   ***** Chapter 11 ***** == Jimin's POV == I pushed my glasses up on my nose as Jungkook led me through the crowd. Taehyung was dancing to the heavy bass club music while we walk, and Jungkook was holding my arm to make sure I won't get lost. "A-are you sure this place is safe?" I shouted, but Jungkook and Taehyung didn't seem to hear me. "Three beers." Jungkook said as he sat on the bar stool. I sat next to him, but I was still looking at the crowd with Taehyung as he dance to the music. "Are you old enough to drink beer?" The bartender asked, and I glanced at Jungkook nervously. But Jungkook just scoffed. "Come on, Hoseok hyung. Just one drink." "Jungkook-ah, I told you to stop coming here. This club is not for kids." The bartender sighed but served us beers anyway. Jungkook thanked him and sipped his beer. I never had a beer before and I knew if Namjoon found out about this he will get mad at me, but I sipped mine too, because I didn't want to be rude. "You come here often?" I had to lean closer to make sure Jungkook can hear me. Jungkook nodded and sipped his beer again. Taehyung came to the bar just to drink half of his beer, and went into the crowd to dance soon after. "Have you been to club before?" Jungkook asked, and I looked down at my drink and swallowed. "Uh, yeah." I lied. I never went out with friends before, so I just assumed that it was normal for highschool boys to go to clubs. "But have you been to gay clubs before?" Jungkook asked again. "G-gay clubs?" "Yeah. Didn't you notice?" I turned my head to see the crowd again and noticed that there's no female. And I suddenly got nervous even more when I noticed something else. Half of the guys here is wearing a collar. "Go home after you finished that." The bartender said as he finished serving drinks to someone else. "The guard let you in because he likes you. You know that right?" I was just listening to the bartender and Jungkook's conversation as I sipped my beer. I didn't know what to do other than that. "I'm not interested in dominating someone ten years older than me. I like someone my age." "That's why I'm warning you. He doesn't know you're a Dom." The beer almost choked me when I heard what the bartender's said. I coughed few times before I looked at him, my eyes open widely. "Are you alright?" Jungkook caressed my back and laughed, but he didn't seem to notice that I was panicking beside him. "I told you beer is not for kids!" The bartender took the glass from my hand and went to take Jungkook's too, but Jungkook took the glass first and stood up quickly so the bartender can't reach him. "Come on, Jimin. Let's go to the VIP area." "Uh, I'll just have a glass of water first." "Okay, I'll go get Taehyung and come back, alright?" I nodded as Jungkook walked backwards and disappeared into the crowd. I looked for my phone inside my backpack, but then I hazily realized that the bartender asked me something and he was still waiting for an answer. "Pardon?" "Never mind. Glass of water?" Before I could answer, he already put a glass of water in front of me. I thanked him and sipped the water, and looked up at him sheepishly. He was still looking at me. "Little puppy like you shouldn't be here." The bartender muttered. And without thinking, I reflexively answered, "How did you know I'm a puppy?" But when I saw him lifting his brow, I soon regretted saying that. "Your name is Jimin, right?" He asked, but it seemed like he was just trying to remember it rather than question it. I don't know why, but it made me nervous. The bartender went to serve other customers again, and I took that as a cue to leave. I grabbed my backpack and rushed into the crowd, and tried to find Jungkook and Taehyung. But unfortunately I was too short to find them in the crowd of grown-up men. "Jungkook! Taehyung!" I yelled, but the music is much louder down here. "Hey, baby boy. Are you looking for something?" The guy grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. My heart was pounding fast, and I felt like I couldn't breathe properly. I was panicking. "N-no, let me go!" I shouted, but the guy was much stronger than me. "You're not wearing a collar, but you're a Sub, right? I was looking for a new Sub. Come on, I'll buy you a drink." "N-no!! I already have masters!" I shouted again, and this time I was succeeded on pulling my arm from his fist. "You have masters?" The guy furrowed his brows. "I, uh," I was surprised of what I just said too. I never thought I was thinking that way. Yoongi was always telling me he is not my master, but somehow, I just realized that I was treating him like my master too. "Yes. I have two masters." I muttered, not actually telling to the guy. I felt another hand grabbing my arm from behind and I reflexively pulled my arm again and turned around. But then I saw Jungkook. "Jungkook!" "I was looking for you. Don't talk to anyone." Jungkook pulled my arm again, and I grabbed his hand with my other hand to make sure I won't lose him. "Are you alright?" Jungkook asked after we entered a room. The room has a king size bed under the dim light, and nothing else. Taehyung grinned at me on the bed, and my eyes flew open when I saw him holding a collar. "W-why do you have collar?" "That's the rule here. If you're a Sub, you need to put a collar." Taehyung said as he put the collar around his neck. "What's wrong, Jimin? Are you nervous?" I swallowed hard as Taehyung grinned wider. I was so confused and worried, my breathing was getting heavier each breath. "I, uh, I'm not sure about this." "You were having sex with a teacher by the window, Jimin. Don't tell me you're shy." I didn't realize Jungkook was still holding my arm until he pulled me closer to the bed. Jungkook smirked. The kind of smirk that made me nervous before. "H-how do you," I wanted to ask how did they find out that I'm in a Dom/sub relationship too. But I realized that Jungkook and Taehyung didn't really know I was already a Sub when Jungkook continued. "Taehyung is my partner. But the problem is I'm a Dom, and Taehyung is a switch." "Switch?" "Yeah, he can be both Dom and Sub. Like Hoseok hyung in the bar. But because I'm his partner, he's been a Sub. He was whining that he wanted to be Dom sometimes, so when I saw you in the infirmary, I thought you would be a great guest for our game." Jungkook motioned me to sit on the bed right next to Taehyung, and I sensed that they are both waiting for me to answer. "You mean, you want to have sex with me?" I asked nervously, and Jungkook opened his mouth to answer, but I didn't need to hear him say it. I already knew the answer just by looking at him smirking. "You're not actually dating Mr. Min, are you?" "N-no, we're not dating, but," But he is my master, and I'm already taken. I wanted to say it out loud, but I knew I shouldn't. "We're not trying to dominate you or anything. This is just for fun. You know, like friends with benefits thing." Taehyung held me by the shoulder and leaned his head on my shoulder playfully. "Don't worry, even if you say you don't want to, we're still friends. I told you, I like you a lot." Jungkook stepped forward until he is standing in front of me. And slowly put his fingers on the top button of my shirt. "So?" Jungkook unbottoned the first button and slowly slid his fingers down to the next one. "I, uh," I couldn't even think straight as Jungkook smoothly unbuttoned the second one. I suddenly remembered Namjoon and his love affair. And a little voice inside me whispered that if Namjoon is having sex outside, why can't I? "Just for fun, Jimin." Taehyung whispered into my ear and kissed my neck as Jungkook continued to unbotton my shirt. I shut my eyes tightly, then Jungkook lightly pushed my now bare chest to lay me on the bed. He knelt over me and looked down as Taehyung moved down his lips from my neck to my chest. "Last chance, Jimin. If you don't say anything, We'll take that as a yes." I opened my mouth slightly to answer, my eyes are still shut. "Jimin!!" The door sprang open and my eyes flew open as I heard a familiar voice shouting my name. "What the fuck are you doing to him?" Namjoon shouted. Jungkook quickly moved aside and Taehyung sprang up the bed too, but Namjoon didn't let them leave the room. "I said, what the fuck were you doing!?" Namjoon stepped closer to Jungkook, but I sprang up from the bed and wrapped my arms around his torso to stop him. "N-no, please stop! Please! They didn't do anything! I'm sorry, please don't get mad at them. They're my friends!" "I didn't allow you to come here, Jimin! Do you know how dangerous is this club is!?" Namjoon grabbed my shoulders and shook my body. I couldn't do anything but cry and apologize. "Joon-ah, calm down. He's fine. Let's go home." Yoongi said gently and grabbed Namjoon's arm. "You two, go home. Now!" Jungkook and Taehyung ran out the room as Yoongi said with his commanding voice. After the two left the room, Namjoon held me tight in his arms and didn't move for a while. "You called me Jimin." I muttered to the floor. When I heard him calling my name, it was like it broke the enchantment between us. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Namjoon tried to hug me again but I pushed him away. "I know you had sex with someone else when I called you earlier. But I can't have sex with someone else? Why is that? You don't want me anyway," I walked pass Namjoon to get out of the room, but Namjoon grabbed my arm to stop me. "Jimin, please." I couldn't hold my tears anymore as I brushed off Namjoon's hand. "I knew you would leave me someday." "Jimin," "Stop calling me Jimin!!" I pushed Namjoon into the bed and pinned him down with my hands and knees. I was crying but I was mad. I was mad that whatever I do, Namjoon wouldn't look at me. And I was tired of waiting, and hoping. "Pup, you know I love you! I would never leave you." Namjoon shouted beneath me. "I don't want you to love me the way my mother loved me! That's what my mother was always telling me, but she left me anyway!" I cried out loud. I didn't care if Yoongi was watching. "No, you're my puppy. She didn't leave her puppy, did she? That's why you wanted to be my puppy, remember?" Namjoon's voice was weak and shaking. I remembered when Namjoon graduated college. I cried like this too, because I didn't want him to leave me. "But you don't love me the way I love you." I muttered, and Namjoon muttered back, "You know why I can't." Namjoon held me and caressed my head as I cried against his chest.   "Because you're my brother."   ***** Chapter 12 ***** == Namjoon's POV == "What happened to your nose?" My dad asked, he was clearly mad. "Sorry, the guy at school hit me with the door." I scratched my head and looked down at my feet. Dad didn't say anything more. He just instructed me to enter the room, so I opened the door without a question. "You are late, darling." My mom said and turned her head to look at me, but her eyes flew open when she saw my face. "Oh my God, are you alright?" She stood up and cupped my cheek with her palm. I didn't want to explain twice, so I gently moved her hand away from my face and went around the table to sit on the other side. When I sat down, I noticed a little boy was sitting across the table. He was just sitting there quietly, his gaze is glued to the empty plate in front of him. "He is your new brother, Namjoon." My mom noticed me staring at the boy and said briefly. "Oh, yeah? Let me see your face." The boy sheepishly looked up at me, he looked so nervous. I wasn't really looking forward to meet my new brother when my parents told me they want to adapt a child, but when I saw his puppy eyes, I was glad they chose him. He was so small, so cute, and so beautiful. "His name is Jimin." My dad said, but I just nodded. I was busy staring at the boy. "How old are you?" "Uh, I'm e-eleven, sir." I grinned as he murmured to the table. His voice was even cuter than I thought. "You have a very pretty eyes. Just like a puppy." I laughed shyly. It was almost comical how his eyes flew open. He didn't say anything, but he was looking straight at me, so I covered my face with my hand. I suddenly got embarrassed that I have a huge band-aid on my nose. "Nice meeting you, Jimin."     "So... he is your brother?" Yoongi asked hesitantly. I didn't look away from the road as I drive, but quickly glanced at the rear-view mirror to check if Jimin was still sleeping. He got tired after crying for almost an hour, and fell asleep on my chest at the club. "He is my step-brother, to be exact." I corrected. "I first met him the day I first met you. But I was living in a dorm, so I couldn't meet him that often." Yoongi didn't say anything for a while. Maybe he was thinking of what to ask, but I knew he was curious, so I just continued. "When I told my dad I wanted to be a lawyer, he didn't stop me. Instead, they adapted Jimin so we have someone to take over our family business. I liked him a lot, and I think Jimin liked me a lot too. He looked really happy when I took him to the park on weekends. We were just taking a picture, walked and talked, but it was enough for us." As I continued talking, I remembered the days Jimin and I used to be just like a normal brothers. He was more attached to me than my parents, but my parents didn't mind it at all. "But everything changed when my parents bought him a puppy on his fourteenth birthday. Because my parents got busy, Jimin was always alone at home. So they thought it was a best gift for him, but we didn't know that Jimin has a cynophobia." I glanced at the rear-view mirror again. I knew Jimin wouldn't like it when he knew I talked about this to Yoongi. But I thought I had to. "When he saw my mother carrying a puppy in her hands, Jimin's expression turned to fear. He was clearly panicking. Before my parents can do about it, he ran away into his room. And when I followed him inside, he was crying. He thought he gets replaced again. That's when he told me his biological mother left him when he was five, but she took the dog with her instead." As I continued talking, Yoongi did not question me when I drove out of the city and eventually all the bright lights and noises were far behind us. Maybe he was focusing on listening, so he didn't even noticed that I wasn't driving us home. "If Jimin doesn't like dogs, how come he wanted to be your puppy?" Yoongi turned his head to look at me and asked, but I didn't look back at him. "I don't know," I muttered quietly. "Before I graduate college, he suddenly begged me to be his master." "And you agreed?" "Well, he was crying and begging and... I didn't know what to do. But I couldn't leave him alone." I drove for nearly fifteen minutes before we entered another city, it was more of country side. And I was sure Yoongi will notice this place, but he still didn't say anything. "Why me?" Yoongi hesitantly asked again. "You have other Dom friend like Hoseok. But why did you choose me? I'm not even a Dom." "I told you that already. You were my best pet, you were my bestfriend, and you guys are similar. But most of all, because I trust you." It wasn't a lie. I thought about Hoseok too, and I have few other Dom friends. But when I thought about who I want Jimin to be with, Yoongi is the first person I thought of, and I didn't question it at all. "But he wanted to be loved, Namjoon. You know I don't even know how to love myself." Yoongi muttered. It was so quiet, like he is ashamed of saying it. "No, you just don't realize it yet. And maybe you're not good at showing it. But you are the most caring person I've ever met, Yoongi." Yoongi licked his lips. It was his habit when he is thinking something, so I just waited for him to speak. I had sex with Jimin once, just once. It's not that I was scared of touching him. But when I had sex with him I realized that we can't do this forever. For Yoongi, or for the other Sub I had when I was in college, it was simple. If we got tired of each other we can quit anytime. But for Jimin, because we are brothers, it doesn't work that way. That's why I decided on ending this before we get too far. Before it's too late. "I'll take him." After a long silence, Yoongi said simply. And our gaze met for the first time. "I'm gonna be his new master." Yoongi didn't seem to notice where I was heading to until we were pulling up to the front of the building. And when the car stopped, he furrowed his brows and looked at me. "Is this my apartment?" "Yeah. I'll send you your stuff, and Jimin's." "How did you know I'm gonna agree on taking him?" I didn't. But even Yoongi didn't say it willingly, I was going to beg him to be his new master anyway. I never thought I would have to leave him this soon, but the enchantment between us clearly broke when I called his name. I turned off the engine but none of us moved to get out of the car. We were just looking at the white wall in front of us through the front window. It was awkwardly quiet, but we just sat there. "You're not gonna say goodbye?" When Yoongi asked, I was already thinking the same thing. "No." I knew I had to tell Jimin, but I was scared. I was scared of making him cry again. "He's not gonna forgive you, you know. If you leave him like this." "I don't care if he hates me, I'm not expecting him to forgive me anyway. I just want him to be happy." I glanced at the rear-view mirror for the last time. Love is a simple word but it has a lot of meanings. But if I can't give what Jimin wants, those words of love is meaningless. "I'll carry him inside." Yoongi sighed and opened the side door to get out. I got out of the car too, but I was just looking at Yoongi carry Jimin on his back. "Are you sure you're alright?" I asked just in case, but not really intending to help him. "Yeah. I'll just ask my roommate to open the door." Jimin is small, but Yoongi is almost as small as him, it was little funny to see him carrying Jimin heavily. "I didn't know you had a roommate." "Well, I have friends now, brat. Stop laughing." Yoongi glared at me, and I took that as a cue to leave. "Yoongi," But before I get into the car, I needed to say one more thing. Yoongi turned his head, waiting for me to speak. "Thank you." Yoongi just grinned as I said, and went inside the building. I was just standing by my car for a while. I didn't regret it, but it was still sad. I know there was a lot of other ways. But I wasn't strong enough to do it the right way. Jimin started to smile again after Yoongi came to our house. I know he will eventually be happy without me.     == Yoongi's POV == I waited behind the entrance door until Namjoon's car drive off. And when it did, I immediately dropped Jimin to the floor. "Ouch!" Jimin gave me a cry of pain as he fell on his backside. "You dumbass!! Why did you pretend to be asleep! Namjoon just left you, stupid!" I noticed that Jimin was awake when I was about to carry him. But he pretended to be asleep, so I didn't say anything. "I know! B-but, I didn't want him to feel bad about it." Jimin looked down at the floor. His eyes were getting filled with tears again, but I could tell he was trying to hold it back. "I'm really sorry you had to take me. When I saw him crying in the club, it killed me inside. I didn't know I was tormenting him that much." I sighed and hand out a hand in front of him. Jimin dried his eyes with the back of his hand like a child and took my hand to stand up. "Don't apologize, I'm the one who said I'll take you. But if you're going to live here, I'll have to give you a few rules." Jimin looked at me curiously. I sighed again and simply led him to my apartment. "First, don't call me daddy or master when my roommate is around. He doesn't know about Dom/Sub relationships." "Then, what should I call you?" "Just call me hyung." Jimin followed me as we went up to third floor. It's only been few weeks, but I already missed my own apartment so much. "Second, don't tell him anything. I'm your teacher, you're my student, you got in trouble so you can't go home. That's it. You got me?" Jimin nodded, but I was still nervous about this. Not about living with Jimin, but about introducing him to my roommate. I took the key from my wallet and unlocked the door, but before I turn the knob to open it, I turned around to look at Jimin again. "And third. Don't make fun of me or laugh at me. I'm still your master." I could tell Jimin was confused as he furrowed his brows, but I didn't bother to explain it. He will get it soon after anyway. I opened the door nervously, and soon after, a loud voice echoed to the doorway. "Yoongi-ah!! Where were you been!! I was crazy worried about you and you didn't even call me where you went or if you're still alive!! I had to pay the last month's rent for both of us, you know that right?" I sighed as I heard a foot steps coming closer. But I knew he wasn't finished, so I took my shoes and just waited for another yell. "And you didn't tell me you quit your job! I called your office the other day to ask about you but they asked me where you are instead! So I had to lie that you broke your leg, and I'm... wait, you brought someone with you?" His eyes flew open when he saw Jimin. And Jimin's eyes was also open widely when their gaze met. "Jimin, he's my roommate, Jin hyung. Jin hyung, he's my student, Jimin."   ***** Chapter 13 ***** Chapter Notes I received a comment about this, so I thought it would be nice to share it. This is the playlist of BTS songs I listen to when I'm writing this fic, and I think this playlist is also perfect while you're reading this too ;) "I need you urban mix" "hold me tight" "love is not over" "house of cards" "you're my" "dead leaves" "run ballad mix" "Save me" "Fools RM and JK cover" "So, you're a teacher now?" "School nurse. A licensed school nurse, by the way." Seokjin was standing in front of us, putting his hands on his hips. It was actually two in the morning so all I wanted to do was to sleep, but I should have known that Seokjin will scold me about leaving the house with only a note on a piece of paper. "And Jimin is your student." "Hyung, I know you're curious but can I explain it tomorrow? He needs to sleep. He has school tomorrow too." I answered all the questions with slightly annoyed tone. Jimin was just sitting beside me, looking at us nervously. "Fine. But I still need your rent for the last month." I sighed and grabbed my wallet to give whatever Seokjin needs and stood up from the couch, taking Jimin along with me. "You can use my bed. I'll sleep on the couch." I just showed him where is my room is and went back to the living room to sleep. I was already tired, but being yelled by Seokjin finished me off. I just wanted to sleep so bad. Thankfully, Seokjin went to his own room to sleep, so I immediately turned off the light and lie down on the couch. I didn't even bother to get a blanket. As soon as I closed my eyes, I fell deeply asleep.   I didn't know how much time had passed, but I was woken up by a ticklish feeling on my neck. The room was dark, so it took me few seconds to adjust to the dark. "Jimin?" I blinked open my eyes and saw Jimin leaning over me, licking and sucking my neck hungrily. "Hey, s-stop." I grasped Jimin by his shoulder and pushed him just enough to pull away his face from my neck. But when I see his face, my eyes widen. Because he was crying. "W-why," I gulped as I open my mouth to speak. "Why are you crying?" That was the question I had in mind, but it was a stupid question. His master just left him without any warning. I should have been surprised that he even held it back until now. Jimin leaned down to kiss my neck again, but I held his shoulders tighter to stop him. "Jimin, I told you, Jin hyung can't know about this. I just introduced you to him that you're my student." I said, my heart pounding in growing panic. "P-please, daddy. I'll be quiet, I'll be good. I, I need you right now, p- please." Another tears ran down his cheeks. It ached my heart so bad, but at the same time, it aroused me. I gulped again as I stared up at his face. No matter what the situation is, seeing him begging like this actually aroused me. "Tell me what you want." I pulled him a little closer and whispered. I bit my lip nervously as I waited for Jimin to answer my question. What if he says he want me to love him? I closed my eyes and hoped he wouldn't say it, because even if I want to, I don't know how. But Jimin's answer was much simple, much familiar, but it still surprised me. "I want you to dominate me." Jimin kissed my neck and whispered in my ear. I groaned and dropped my forehead onto his shoulder. I'm not good at dominating, but I'm good at being obedient. And when I saw Jimin crying above me, I thought I would do anything for him. Anything he asked me to do. Everything Namjoon couldn't do for him. "If you make noise I will stop." I whispered with a warning tone. "I'm good at keeping my voice down." "Oh, yeah?" I couldn't hold my grin as I heard him say it. Lier. He was never good at keeping his voice down. I knew I shouldn't tempt fate but Jimin made it sound like a challenge. I held him by the waist and sat up. And pushed him to his back on the couch, so now I'm the one leaning over. Jimin's eyes were already dried, but I still kissed his swollen eye. Then moved down to kiss his lips hard, suddenly greedy for his taste. Jimin wrapped his legs around my waists and his arms around my neck, forcing me to get closer, go harder. I rubbed my hips against him, and I felt the rumble of his quiet groan. At least he was trying to be quiet. What I wanted, though, was seriously going to test that. "P-please," Jimin whimpered. I didn't know what he wanted, but I did know that he didn't want me to stop. I didn't work my way down his body. I just got on my knees and went for his cock. As soon as I released his already hard cock from his pants, I sucked it right into my mouth without hesitation. "Ahh, fuck," Any second, he jerked and cried out, arching up, his hands on my head. The sound he made was too-loud noise that would shock Jin hyung awake, so I glared up at him. "I, I'm sorry," I listened to any sound coming from Seokjin's room for a second and when I didn't hear anything, I opened my mouth and took Jimin in again. I'm not the type to tease, so I angled to take his cock straight down my throat and worked him that way several times. Jimin spread his legs, letting me have anything I wanted, and I took everything. "Oh, God. I, I can't." Jimin covered his mouth with both hands, and I realized that he is not used to get head, because he was always the one giving. "If you can't, I'll stop." "N-no! Please don't, p-please," "Then keep it down." Jimin nodded violently. His cock was so hard that I had to pull it back from his stomach before I could take him into my mouth. Jimin moaned again, just loud enough for me to hear the sound, muffled behind his hands. Jimin's suppressed moans and groans was getting higher and faster as I continued to suck him, my head bobbing in his lap. So I knew he was close. I pulled back a bit and opened my mouth wider, taking Jimin in deep. "D-daddy        ," Then he made a strangled sound, arched up, and came in my mouth. I kept all of his cum inside my mouth and moved up. I pulled his hands away from his mouth and replaced it with my mouth, making him take all of his cum. Jimin eagerly licked and sucked all of his cum on my tongue, and swallowed every bit of it. "Good boy." I whispered. "You didn't wake up Jin, at least." I chuckled weakly, and I moved away from him just to fix his pants. But when I grabbed his arm to pull him up, I noticed that he was blankly staring up the ceiling, and tears trickled down his face. "He said he would never leave me." Jimin murmured. And I know he wasn't actually talking to me. "But he left me anyway. He didn't even ask me if I wanted a new master." I counted the tears falling from his eyes, until he covered it with his hands, sobbing. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know what to do. So I just stared down at him crying there. It felt like hours when Jimin's sob finally quiet down. He wiped his eyes on the back of his hand hard, but I grabbed his hand to stop him. "Don't rub them too hard." Jimin stared at the ceiling again. His eyes were swollen from crying, his lips were also swollen from biting it to suppress his voice. "I don't have to be your master, if you don't want me to." I muttered. And looked away from him. He was lying on the couch and I was sitting beside him, resting my elbows on my knees. "No, I want you to. I don't want you to be kind to me. I don't need pity, I want dominance. Please use me and fuck me until I couldn't think anything. I'm tired of thinking." Jimin's voice was so weak and hoarse, I thought he will start crying again. "Be careful what you wish for, kid. I'm a Sub trying to dominate you. which means I'm not interested in your submission. All I care is how you can take the pleasure and bear the pain better than me." Jimin chuckled weakly. "That's actually sounds sexier."       "So, you owe me an explanation." Seokjin immediately asked me as soon as I sat to eat my breakfast. Jimin was already eating his breakfast quietly beside Seokjin, and when Seokjin asked, he glanced up at me real quick and dropped his gaze to his breakfast again. "My friend offered me a job, so I took it. And since I don't have a car, he even offered me to stay at his house until I get mine." "Well, you could have at least called. Or he had to offer his phone too because you didn't have one?" Seokjin said sarcastically. I am a sarcastic person myself, but Seokjin is the most sarcastic person I've ever met. "So, you got your car now?" "No, not yet. I was... busy." "Well, I can drop you guys on my way to work today. And I can pick you up later, if you want me to. I'll be home early anyway, 'cause my date got cancelled." Seokjin sighed as he grabbed his plate and went inside the kitchen. I exchanged glance with Jimin again without expecting it. He was biting his lip, but he didn't seem nervous, maybe just uncomfortable being in someone else's house. But when Seokjin shouted from the kitchen, Jimin's eyes widen, like what Seokjin said was a big shock to him. "Yoongi-ah, hurry up and eat your breakfast. We need to go now." ***** Chapter 14 ***** == Jimin's POV == "Joon-ah, hurry up and put on your shirt. We need to go back now." "Yoongi-ah, hurry up and eat your breakfast. We need to go now." It was him. I'm sure it was him. There is no way I would misheard his voice. I was blankly staring at the students going home since I don't know when. I couldn't concentrate on any of my classes, I kept thinking about Seokjin. When I first saw him, I was shocked, I never seen such a beautiful person before. But now, I'm starting to hate him. And it wasn't a lie when I said I wanted Namjoon to be happy too, but now, I'm not sure if I still think that way. He left me because he found someone. Not a pet, but a lover. The one thing that I couldn't be. "Jimin? Are you alright?" I don't know how long Taehyung's been calling my name. But when I noticed, he was sitting next to me at the staircase, looking at me worriedly. "I'm sorry about last night. Did we get you in trouble?" "N-no, it wasn't your fault." I pushed my glasses up on my nose and sighed. I was getting frustrated. I was mad. But as I kept thinking about it, it just made me want to cry again. And that irritates me even more. Why am I so weak? And I hated that even though Namjoon didn't love me at all, I couldn't get over him. I'm still thinking what was wrong with me. What is the thing that I don't have and Seokjin have? Well, besides the obvious beauty. But I don't think Namjoon fell for him because of that. "I hope you're not mad at Jungkook. He really likes you." "I'm not mad at him. But why did you want to have sex with me? Aren't you partners?" I weakly smiled at him, being somewhat confused by the thing he was saying to me. "Well, we like threesome. But more like, I like watching Jungkook having sex with other guys." I was taken aback, I'm sure the furrow between my brows was deeper than ever. "You mean, you find guys to have sex with your partner?" I asked, looking at him in disbelief. "Well, it's not cheating, if I'll be there too. It's really fun to watch him fuck much more submissive guys than me. He is so sexy and dominant, it arouse me so much! I think it's my kink." Taehyung grinned, and I would be lying if I said I didn't get curious. And a foolish idea run through my head that Namjoon might have the same kink. He liked watching his Sub getting fucked too. That's why he asked Yoongi to train me. "Oh, God," I ran my hands over my face and groaned. I can't believe I'm thinking nonsense. I know he just wanted to get rid of me. He is not your master anymore, Jimin. He doesn't love you. Get over him now, stupid. "Are you sure you're alright? You're getting pale." "I'm sorry, Tae. I'll see you around, okay?" I wasn't sure where to go, but seems my feet does. Because without realizing, I was standing in front of infirmary's door. I opened the door slowly, and peeked in if anyone's there. But it seems like Yoongi was the only one inside. "Daddy?" I called, and Yoongi quickly turned his head around and furrowed his brows at me. "Don't call me daddy at school, Jimin. Someone might hear you." "I'm sorry. Can I come in?" Yoongi just nodded and turned around again. I closed the door behind me and dropped my backpack on the floor. "Is Jin hyung here now?" Yoongi asked while typing something on his computer. "Not yet." I walked closer to him and took off my glasses. Yoongi finally looked up at me when he noticed me standing just few feets away from him. "Why are you pouting?" Yoongi frowned again. I didn't say anything as I knelt down in front of him and rested my head against his thigh. Yoongi then cupped my chin in his hand and pulled my head back to look up at him. "What's wrong?" "Just one minute. Please, just for one minute." Yoongi didn't move a muscle, probably just staring down at me. So I moved my body up on his lap and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against his abdomen. I used to do this to Namjoon when I get anxious or lonely, but Yoongi's body was so different to Namjoon's. Yoongi's body is much thinner, I got scared of breaking him if I held him tighter. "I liked doing this to Namjoon." I muttered weakly. But then Yoongi's hand reached down to slowly push me away from his lap. I remained in the kneeling position in front of him as I looked up, confused. "Go now, someone might see us." Yoongi turned around again, and I was still on the floor, looking at his slim fingers flew over the keyboard for a few minutes. It was the same as last night, Yoongi doesn't want to be seen with me. "But you fucked me here." Yoongi's fingers paused on the keyboard as I muttered to the floor. "I didn't fuck you, Jimin." "It doesn't matter if it was your tongue, fingers or cock, it's still a sex!" I didn't mean it to say it like I was blackmailing him, but Yoongi sure does heard it that way. "Are you saying why am I worrying about getting caught when I literally fucked you here? Is that what you wanted to say?" Yoongi was clearly mad. And I thought I was already used to see him yelling at me, but I was still trembling before him. "N-no, sir." "No, I think you do." "I said I don't!" I bit my lip and glared at the floor. I was mad at Seokjin, I was mad at Namjoon, and I knew I was just taking it out on him but I couldn't help it. We can't do anything in his apartment because Seokjin is there, and now he is saying we can't do anything at school too. Because obviously, it's school, but he didn't care about it before. Why everyone starts avoiding touching me when they became my master? I could feel my eyes getting dim again even though I tried really hard not to cry. "Oh God, Namjoon spoiled you too much. And apparently I've been spoiling you too. Stop crying everytime you didn't get what you want! If you whine like that one more time, I'm gonna punish you." "Then do it. At least I'm getting something." I muttered again as I glared down at the floor. A tear finally ran down my cheek, but apparently, Yoongi doesn't care if I cry or beg. He grabbed me by the collar and throw me on the bed. I looked up at him with wide eyes but he was keeping his expression straight, making me even more nervous. "You really want to be dominated that bad, kid? You like my rough sex? Or you just want to be seen? Because I can make you crawl down the hallway with only a collar, you know." "N-no, please," Yoongi leaned over me and pinned my arms on the bed. I didn't protest though, I just lay there and stared up at him. "Then I will have you in chastity for a week, so you can't even touch yourself." "No!! P-please not that, I will do anything, just not the chastity." I struggled to free my arms from his hands, but Yoongi was stronger than I thought. Namjoon had me in chastity before so I couldn't get hard easily, but it was my least favorite thing in this world. Crawling down the hallway naked seemed even better idea of punishment than the chastity. I just hated it so much. "It's not a punishment if I let you do what you like, kid." "No, daddy please, p-please not the chastity." "Will you listen to me now?" I nodded violenty. Yoongi finally let go of my arms, but he was still leaning over me. "I still need to punish you though." "W-what are you going to do?" I was scared of asking it, but I was curious at the same time. I prayed that Yoongi wouldn't actually make me crawl down the hallway, but I know he can't spank me here. Yoongi suddenly get down from the bed and walked towards his desk. I sat up on the bed to get a better view of what he took out from the unlocked drawer, but when he turned aroud, I didn't need to ask what is it, because it was familiar. My favorite pink dildo. "W-why do you have it?" "I brought few toys from Namjoon's desk in case you wanted to play here. And you are clearly asking for it now." Yoongi threw the dildo and a tube of lube on the bed and sat on his chair. His lips slightly curved up. "Put that thing in and set it on the highest level. If you came before home, your punishment is chastity. If you didn't, I'll reward you my cock at the apartment." "B-but how am I supposed to walk with this thing inside me?" "That's your problem, not mine." Yoongi looked away from me and continued his work. A familiar sound of his fingers flying over the keyboard echoed in the overly quiet room. I picked up the tube of lube and slicked up my fingers. I needed to prep myself before Seokjin comes, or else Yoongi might say I failed to do this. Kneeling upright and still facing Yoongi, I reached around, and pushed a finger inside myself. "fuck," Yoongi wasn't looking at me, but I knew he could hear my voice. I was panting hard as I pushed in one more finger inside, wanting to hurry the process by rocking my hips, I was literally riding my fingers. I sighed heavily, and my eyes slid closed as I pulled my fingers free. I slicked the dildo with just enough lube to push it in, but not enough for it to drip down my thighs as I walk. "Oh, God," I spread my knees wider, and place the dildo in the space I created between my thighs. I groaned loudly as I lowered my hips slowly, sinking onto the dildo and letting it fill me as I moved. I wished Yoongi will look at me. But he didn't. So I didn't hold my voice. I just waited for him to come here to cover my mouth. "Ahh, fuck!" I set it to highest level just like Yoongi instructed me before turning it on, but I soon realized that it was a bad idea. I gasped as the dildo moved inside me violently. I quickly gripped the base of my cock so I wouldn't come, then froze, breathing in deeply and puffing the air out until I'd relaxed again. "Did you come?" Yoongi finally looked at me, and I just shook my head weakly. It was so close, and my cock hurt, like it will explode. But at least I didn't come. Yoongi's phone rang on the desk, but I was too fuzzy-headed to listen to their conversation. Few seconds later I just noticed that Yoongi was standing in front of me, seems to towering over me. "Jin hyung is here." Yoongi said simply and I nodded weakly. I knew I couldn't walk like this, so still gripping my cock in my fist, I reached around to hold the dildo at its base again and started to move. "Oh, God, this is impossible," A tears ran down my cheeks again as I pushed the dildo even more. "You can do it, baby." Yoongi tipped my chin up and kissed me, pushing in his tongue into my mouth. My groans and moans muffed into his mouth as I shove the dildo deep until it's fully inside me. I screamed inside Yoongi's mouth, and trembled, but I made sure I don't come. I was panting, tears falling from my eyes and fairly flushed, but I didn't care any of it. I was only concentrating on not coming. "You really hate that chastity, huh?" Yoongi laughed against my mouth and wiped away my tears with his thumb. But he didn't show any mercy on me. He just fixed my pants and started to gather his stuff. "Let's go, baby." And then I remembered that Yoongi is a sadist. ***** Chapter 15 ***** Chapter Notes Oh god, this chapter is a mess. I apologize in advance. "Is he alright?" Seokjin kept on looking at me through the rear-view mirror. So I hid myself into the corner, hoping Seokjin can't see me anymore. "Ugh, he has a fever." Yoongi said hesitantly. I was sweating beside him. It seems like my whole body is heating up, I was panting hard, and it was impossible to keep my whimpers. "Why didn't you call me? If I knew he's sick I came earlier." "He was resting in the infirmary anyway. Hyung, just mind the road. I got him." Yoongi put his hand on the small of my back. It was a simple gesture but I knew he was trying to comfort me somehow. "Just three more minutes, Jimin. We're almost there." I didn't say anything but nod. But I couldn't help but unbuckle my belt and shoved my hand inside my pants to grip the base of my cock again. "Okay, we're here." As soon as the car pulled up in front of the apartment building, Yoongi opened the door for me to get out, but I grasped his wrist and looked at him with my heavy-lidded eyes. "I, I can't walk," "I will carry you upstairs. Hold on." Yoongi got out from the car first. He put his hand around my shoulder and the other one behind my knees, and carried me out of the car. I whined because this position made the dildo push deeper inside. "Do you need help?" Seokjin asked, still seating behind the wheels. "No, just close the door for me." Seokjin did what Yoongi asked him and look at me worriedly as Yoongi carry me inside the building. But soon he got in his car again and drove away to park the car. "I will drop you now, okay? Let's turn it off." Yoongi said gently, but I shook my head. "N-no, we're not h-home yet." "Don't worry, I'm not gonna put you in chastity. You did good already." I shook my head again and wrapped my arms around his neck. Yoongi looked down at me worriedly but he didn't say anything more. I didn't know where Yoongi got the strength to carry me upstairs but it didn't took him much to reach the apartment. He dropped me in front of the apartment door just to quickly get his key to unlock the door. And when he did, he opened the door and support it with his back before he carry me again inside the apartment, and straight into the bathroom. I leaned against the wall and soon started working on my fly. I just pulled down my pants to my knees and as soon as I pulled down my boxers, I came untouched. I groaned, and involuntarily grabbed Yoongi's bicep tight as I shoot hot jizz in my hand. I buried my face in his neck, panting, and my whole body was shaking. "Ahh, fuck, it hurts," I groaned again as I quickly reached behind me to pull the dildo out and just dropped it on the floor. The dildo still vibrating, moved around the bathroom floor. Yoongi just held me by my waist, supporting my shaking body. I don't know why, but his touch was so gentle, like he is touching a fragile. "D-daddy?" I whispered weakly against his neck, and Yoongi just hummed a response. "Are you crying?" "What? No. Why?" I didn't see his face, but I knew he was taken aback by my question. Because I heard him swallow. "Your hands are shaking." I weakly laughed, and still panting, I started to take my pants and boxers off. I left my shirt on and pulled Yoongi to lightly kiss him on the lips. Yoongi swallowed again, but his face was void of expression. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him even closer, until our chests are pressed to each other. "Jimin, Jin hyung is coming back," Yoongi muttered. But I covered his mouth with my own. I didn't want to hear Seokjin's name at this moment. I just wanted Yoongi to care about me, and only me. "Fuck me, daddy. I did good," I whispered to his ear, almost like a whine. Yoongi groaned deep and tighten his grip on my hips, but he was still fighting his feeling. I knew he wanted me too, but something is stopping him. And I know what it was. Seokjin. "Jimin," Yoongi muttered again. It kind of sounded like a beg, and I didn't like that. "You said you would reward me." "I did, but not now." Yoongi grabbed my arms and pull them away from his neck. His hands was still shaking. I looked straight into his eye but he was avoinding to look at me. Yoongi kept his gaze to the floor. He looked sad, or maybe just fed up, but I couldn't tell. He was good at keeping his face expressionless. "I'm going to take a shower now." I said, finally giving up, but Yoongi was blankly staring at the floor until he realized that he has to get out of the bathroom. After he closed the door, my whole body suddenly went weak. I collapsed on the floor and just blankly stared at the wall. I was frustrated, but I didn't why. It seemed like I don't belong here. This apartment was too uncomfortable for me.     "Jimin? Are you alright now?" When I got out of the bathroom, Seokjin asked me worriedly as I passed by him in the living room. I didn't answer. But I saw Yoongi sitting on the couch looking at me, so I nodded to Seokjin hesitantly and locked myself inside Yoongi's room. I tried not to throw myself on the bed and bury my head in a pillow like a twelve year old girl. I tried, but I know I failed pretty badly. But then I heard a knock on the door. "Can I come in?" It was Seokjin. "Yes." I tried not to frown as Seokjin opened the door. Honestly, I didn't want him to come in but I didn't have a choice. This is his apartment anyway, not mine. "I made you a porridge. I know you're not hungry but you need to eat." "I don't want it." I answered quickly as I sat up on my bed. "No, you have to," "Why won't you ask?" I interrupted Seokjin and asked. He was taken aback of my question, and I could tell he was confused. "Why won't you ask why Yoongi brought me here? Didn't you think it's weird that Yoongi brought his student home?" Seokjin looked at me for a second and put the porridge on the desk. "Of course I did. That's why I didn't ask. Because it's not normal for him to bring someone home. I thought he must have a legit reason. And sometimes, it's better not to ask." "I sleep with him." I muttered, frankly not caring anymore about anything. Shortly after that, Yoongi walked into the room. He was probably eavesdropping our conversation. But I didn't care. "Yeah, maybe it was something you shouldn't ask because Yoongi doesn't want you to know about it, Namjoon doesn't want anyone to know that I'm his brother, and I'm tired of any more secrets," "Jimin stop." Yoongi said with a warning tone in his voice. "Wait, you're Namjoon's brother?" Seokjin looked over at me, confused, and I amended my words with, "Step-brother. And I sleep with him too." "Jimin!!" Yoongi shouted, then gripped my bicep and turned to begin dragging me out towards the living room. "Let me go!" I yelled back, but Yoongi continued to pull me. "Why do you care about him so much? You were sleeping with Namjoon too!" Yoongi immediately stopped, completely froze in his place. The room filled with silence as Seokjin looked at Yoongi with shock, and Yoongi kept his gaze to the floor. "Y-you, slept with him?" Seokjin finally broke the silence. "B-but you," "Hyung, I'll explain later." Yoongi started pulling me again, but this time, he wasn't dragging me. He led me out of the apartment and sat on the hallway as he closed the door behind him. I looked down at him as he opened his mouth to say something and then closed it again. "I'm sorry, but I know Seokjin was dating Namjoon and I didn't like it. I don't like him. " I looked down at my feet, knowing there was no way I could get through this if I was looking at him. Yoongi said nothing, so I continued, "And you seemed to care about him more than me." I took a deep breath as I forced myself over the emotions that threatened to get caught in my throat. "I'm sorry." He looked up at me for the first time, unblinking. "I know." I whispered. "No, you don't understand. It was my fault." Yoongi said in the same whisper and reach out to hold my hand. I looked down at him as he lick his lips nervously, and waited for him to explain. "I introduced Namjoon to Jin hyung." I looked at him in shock for several seconds before I shook his hand off. And before Yoongi can react about it, I ran. I heard him calling my name, but I continued to run. I didn't know where I was heading to, but I just needed to run away. ***** Chapter 16 ***** Chapter Notes Another rough chapter, sorry :/ But it's longer yehey! With the emergency key under the door mat, I unlocked the door nervously, even though I was sure that Namjoon wasn't home yet. Since I didn't bring anything with me      I wasn't even wearing a shoes     , I needed a money to pay for the taxi. I listened carefully for a sign of life in the house, and when I didn't hear anything, I locked the door and went to Namjoon's study. Namjoon trusted me enough to tell the combination of the lock, but it was my first time to open the safe. Unexpectedly, there was more of files and papers than money, but still there was enough money for me to pay for the taxi. Or even buy myself a new car, but I only took how much I needed. But before I close the safe, a thick envelope caught my attention. It was a simple brown envelope, but when I looked closely, I saw my name written on it with Namjoon's ugly handwriting. I looked at it for few seconds, thinking if I should open it or not. Because I didn't want any more surprises or secrets. But when I heard a sound coming from the doorway, I reflexively grabbed it and shoved it in my pocket, and closed the safe. I ran to the doorway and quickly grabbed one of my sneakers. I knew Namjoon takes time to open the door, because he always loses his key inside his bag. Then I opened the other closet where we hung our coats, and hid inside. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I heard Namjoon's key in the door, and the door opened right after. But I didn't expect that, there was another person with him. "What do you mean you lost him?" Namjoon's voice was obviously angry, and I heard him throwing the key roughly on the foyer table. I involuntarily held my breath and leaned closer to the door to eavesdrop their conversation. "He ran away! I don't know where he went, he didn't bring anything with him, but I thought he would come back here." It was Yoongi. Yoongi's voice sounded angry too, but his voice was shaking, like he was panicking. "It's fifteen minutes drive from your apartment to here, Yoongi. How can he come here if he didn't bring any money?" "I don't know! You know him better than I do. I don't know where to look." They were talking in the hallway, just in front of the closet where I was hiding, but I heard Namjoon sigh and walk towards the living room, Yoongi's footsteps following him after. "I can't dominate him, Namjoon. He started to rebel, he doesn't listen to me at all!" Their voice was muffled behind the door, but I can still hear them, because they were literally yelling. And hearing Yoongi's voice made my chest tight, I don't know if he was crying but his voice was trembling and getting huskier everytime he shouted. "I'm sorry, Yoongi. I really am." "I don't think leaving him was a good idea. If you want him to have 'choices', you need to talk to him, Namjoon." Their voice got softer and quieter, it was hard for me to hear them now. And I wasn't sure if I still wanted to. Maybe it was something close to the feeling to hearing my parents argue because of what I did. A feeling of something I cherished slowly but surely breaking in front of me. I couldn't take it anymore. I opened the closet door and burst out of the apartment. I took the same taxi again, and I told the taxi driver to go to the only place I know besides Namjoon's apartment, Yoongi's apartment and school. To the club. When I got to the club, it was little bit past nine. I wasn't sure if Jungkook and Taehyung would be here, or even if I'm going to gain entry. But when I pulled the heavy door open, the same door man was sitting lazily on a chair, and thankfully, he still remembered me. "Oh, you're Jungkook's friend, right?" "Y-yes. Is he here?" "Yeah." The door man said lazily and opened the door to let me in. As I got further into the club, I looked around myself, trying to find Jungkook and Taehyung in the crowd. It was still early so there weren't crowded than before. I didn't notice when I first came here, but I just realized that a lot of customers here dressed rather unusually. There was punk couple dancing, one of them has his nipples pierced with large silver hoops, and a chain attached to each of them, connecting them together. And I walked pass a boy wearing a leather studded collar and a leather arm band around his right bicep. He looked almost as same age as me, but he was kissing a guy that looked twice his age. I remembered Namjoon saying how dangerous this place is. I stopped looking around and tilted my head down as I walked straight toward the bar. As I got to the bar, I was relieved that I saw someone familiar. "Tae!" "Oh, hey Jimin." Taehyung greeted me with his signature wide grin. I sat beside Taehyung as he yelled to the bartender, having to raise his voice over the music. It was the same bartender I met when I first came here. "Oh, I know you. Jimin, right?" "Yeah, give him a beer too, Hoseok hyung." "Ugh, just diet coke please." The bartender    Hoseok nodded to me, immediately filling the order. Taehyung paid him for me and handed me my cola. "I never thought you would come here alone. Did you like the place?" "Um, I actually ran away from my, ugh, house." Taehyung looked surprised for a second, but he softly grinned and hug me by my shoulder, trying to comfort me. "I know, parents sucks sometimes right?" I just grinned, didn't know what to respond to that. "Hi," As we sat there, another patron approached us. My heart was pounding faster when I suddenly realized the man was standing right beside me. He appeared to be in his late twenties. I thought Taehyung knew him so I just stared at him, but I didn't realize that he was actually talking to me until I felt as if he was staring holes through me. "Are you looking for a fun tonight?" I turned around to look at Taehyung, almost like asking for help. But Hoseok spoke instead. "Sorry, he's with me. Actually, they both are." Hoseok's intense glare must have silenced him, for he turned and walked away only few seconds after that. "He's kinda hot though." Taehyung muttered to his drink, and looked at Hoseok through his lashes. "That guy has a weird kink. He doesn't go along with Jungkook, trust me." Hoseok said, and Taehyung pouted. And I just remembered that the door man said Jungkook's here. "Where's Jungkook?" "He's there somewhere in the crowd. We are looking for third tonight." "Oh." I looked down at my drink and think for a moment. I had to admit that I was curious about the threesome with Taehyung and Jungkook. I was curious of how other Dom/Sub does their relationship. And I suddenly remembered what Yoongi was saying earlier. Like he said, maybe it was some kind of rebellious feeling. That I wanted to prove that I don't need Namjoon or Yoongi to tell me what I can do. "Ugh, how about me? I mean, ugh, if you still want to," Just as I said that, Jungkook seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Yeah, I want to." Jungkook said, and then glanced over to Taehyung. Taehyung smiled most graciously at that point. "This would be so much fun!" Taehyung put his hand around my shoulder and grinned widely. "Play nicely boys." Hoseok sighed and handed Jungkook a key, probably a key to the VIP room. The room Taehyung and Jungkook led me was the same room we went before. Taehyung's arm was still on my shoulder as Jungkook locked the door behind him. "I'm not sure how to do this." I said nervously. I didn't mean the sex, but how to play the role here. "I will lead you. Both of you. Just do what I say." Jungkook grinned as he worked at his fly. "Get naked, now." "Yes, sir." Taehyung let me go and moved away a few steps. He tugged off his T-shirt and jeans and tossed them on the floor. I followed what Taehyung was doing and undressed myself. And when Taehyung pulled down his boxers, I did the same, and we are now both standing naked. "Wow, you're prettier than I imagined. Don't you think, Tae?" Jungkook teased, his voice light to soften his voice. "Yeah, he is." Taehyung grinned wider, turning back to Jungkook. "Sit on the bed, baby." Jungkook ordered, and Taehyung immediately obeyed. Jungkook then put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me toward the bed, making me walk backwards and Taehyung pulled me down to sit between his legs. "Want to help?" Jungkook smiled and looked over at Taehyung. "Yes, sir." Taehyung answered with a similar smile and started to caress my thighs, and spreading them a little more as Jungkook moved to the edge of the bed. "You're gonna call me sir, understand?" "Yes, sir." That words came out naturally than I thought. Jungkook is younger than me but he has the strong dominant aura almost like Namjoon, but more playful. I waited until Jungkook leaned closer and then took a kiss, pushing his tongue deep. And at the same time, Taehyung's hand reached to stroke my cock. I was already hard, not desperately so, but definitely nicely aroused. I returned the kiss with interest, and thrusted my tongue into Jungkook's mouth. "You wanna suck Taetae, Jiminie?" "Y-yes, sir," Taehyung moved to lean on the headboard, taking me along with him. I waited until Taehyung is comfortable in his position, and took him slowly into my mouth, sliding over his erection until I could feel the head of his cock at the back of my throat. "Ahh, nice," Taehyung giggled, pushing a little deeper before pulling back. I focused on sucking him, sliding up and down the length of Taehyung's cock, making wet sound and soft muffled moans. I didn't even notice that Jungkook took the lube out until his slicked finger pushed into me. "Ahh, fuck," I slid out of Taehyung and turned my head to look at Jungkook, and I realized he already undressed himself too. "I didn't tell you to stop." Jungkook looked down at me and slapped my ass cheek once, making me wince involuntarily. "S-sorry, sir." I turned to Taehyung again and continued on sucking him. Taehyung moaned, his hand stroking through my hair. I winced again as Jungkook slipped a second finger into me, going slowly but still getting a needy gasp. "He's tight." Jungkook told Taehyung. Taehyung moaned for him in response and gripped my hair to guide my head to bob faster, and Jungkook's finger sliding into my ass and matched their pace. I moaned, my ass lifting higher. "Feels good?" "So good, sir." "I can make it better." Jungkook and Taehyung both giggled. Jungkook then hooked his fingers and I cried out; my own cock throbbed in response. Taehyung tightened his fingers in my hair and growled. "Oh, god!" Taehyung gasped, his hips starting to work as he moved into my mouth. "Don't come yet, Tae." Jungkook warned him, and Taehyung finally loosen his grip on my hair. Clicking the tube of lube open with a flick of the thumb, Jungkook squirted lube into his palm and smeared it all over his length. "Ready, Jiminie?" "Y-yes, sir." I turned around again and saw Jungkook grinning. And soon a strangled moan escaped me as Jungkook pushed inside. "F-fuck," Jungkook grabbed hold of my hips as he started rocking back and forth, thrusting his cock deep inside. I completely neglected Taehyung's cock and gripped his thighs tight, I haven't even adjusted to his size, but Jungkook didn't seem to care. "Tae, you want to chain me?" "Oh yes, I do, sir." Taehyung grinned wide, and quickly stood up from the bed, almost like an excited little kid. And I turned around again to see where he's going. Jungkook then leaned closer to me, almost pinning me on the mattress as Taehyung climbed on the bed behind Jungkook, and grabbed the lube. "Tae, hurry up." "Need prep?" "No," My eyes widen when Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's hips and slid his cock inside him. "Aah, fuck!" Jungkook growled loud and paused for a moment. But Taehyung laughed and started moving, making Jungkook move along inside me. "Oh, god," I buried my head into the pillow and moaned loudly against it. Taehyung thrust roughly into Jungkook and Jungkook moved his hips harder, like they are fighting over dominance. And all I can do was lie there and moan. "Tae, faster," "As you wish, sir." Taehyung thrusted his hips harder into Jungkook, the sound of his pelvis hitting Jungkook's ass echoing loudly in the room. And As Jungkook gets closer, his thrust got faster too, and I was so close myself, but apparently, they don't care about how I was dying underneath them. "I, I c-can't," My voice was shaking and muffled against the pillow. But Taehyung only seemed to care about serving his master, and Jungkook only cared about his own orgasm. I whimpered and buried my head into the pillow again. Jungkook and Yoongi are both rough and hard when they fuck, but I started to notice the difference between them. Jungkook fucks like he wanted to have an orgasm, but Yoongi fucks like he wanted me to have an orgasm. "I, I'm coming," Taehyung said with shaking voice, but Jungkook ingnored him. Taehyung groaned, his hips rocking harder trying to make Jungkook come. And I was starting to pant and cry out in turns, yelling involuntarily at the top of my voice. "Aah, fuck              ," Jungkook thrusted one last time and stayed deep inside me as he came. I yelled, my ass clamping down on Jungkook's cock as I came, shaking and moaning. I just assumed that Taehyung came too, as Jungkook slid out from me and we all collapsed on the bed. One on top of another. "Oh, god." Taehyung said panting, almost lying flat, but I could see him taking a few breaths to admire Jungkook. "Thank you, sir." Taehyung grinned and kissed Jungkook's back. "That was nice." Jungkook grinned and stood up to get a towel. He was panting, but he looked like he can go another round. "You were yelling 'master' and 'daddy'." Taehyung grinned playfully, and I felt the blood race to my face. I didn't notice it at all. "Yeah, um, that was my secret." I bit my lip nervously as I whispered to Taehyung. Taehyung was lying beside me as we both trying to catch our breaths. "Yoongi, ugh, Mr. Min is one of my masters. I call him daddy." "Oh, yeah? You have more than one master?" "I have two." Taehyung wasn't surprised to know that I'm also in Dom/Sub relationship. Maybe he had sensed it already. "Is he the one that came here before?" "Yeah, he's my master. But I, um, ran away from them." Jungkook came back holding a towel. He just tossed the towel to Taehyung to clean himself up. "Well, don't feel bad about it. That's the only choice we have as a Sub." Taehyung then cleaned me up with the towel, and pulled me up to sit on the bed. "Actually we had our problem too. I couldn't give up my free will to Jungkook willingly. Because I'm not a complete Sub, and sometimes we fight over my disobedience. That's why Hoseok hyung advised us to get third some times, for balance." "Balance?" I was surprised to hear that word. Namjoon was always talking about balance, and I thought he was just saying that, but I didn't really thought its actually common in Dom/Sub relationships. "You should talk to Hoseok hyung. He knows a lot about Dom/Sub relationships. If you don't have any place to stay now, you can ask him if you can stay in his house. Trust me, he's very nice. We go to his house twice a week too." Taehyung grinned widely, and Jungkook picked up our clothes from the floor and tossed them to us. "We need to go now, Tae. Your mother already left you crazy missed calls." "Alright. See you at school, Jiminie." After we left the room, Taehyung asked me if I wanted him to come with me to the bar, but I told him I can go alone. But when I got there, Hoseok wasn't in the bar anymore. "Excuse me? Is Hoseok hyung here?" I asked the other bartender, and he furrowed his brows at me, maybe thinking what a minor doing in here, but he nod his chin to the back door and said, "He just left. I think he's still in the parking lot." "Oh, thanks!" I ran out from the back door and looked for Hoseok, and thankfully, he was just stepping in his car. "Hoseok hyung!" "Oh, Jimin. What's wrong? You're not with Taehyung and Jungkook anymore?" Hoseok asked, but I looked down at my feet and bit my lips nervously. But Hoseok mush have sensed what I wanted. "You want a ride?" "C-can I?" "Of course!" Hoseok grinned wide, and I returned with same grin before I step into the passenger seat. "Did Namjoon punished you for last time?" Hoseok asked me worriedly as he started the car. And I looked at him, my eyes open widely. "How do you know about Namjoon?" "Who do you think called him when you were here last time? He's my friend. We met here at this club, you know." Hoseok grinned. "We went to the same highschool, but we officially met here." I sat quietly in the car next to him, occasionally looking over at him as he drove. "I was surprised when he came here with Yoongi that night. He told me about you when we met at the city, but I didn't know he kept Yoongi by his side." I don't usually trust people when I don't really know them, but Hoseok has a very welcoming personality that made me want to talk about myself. "Yoongi is Namjoon's pet too. But he is also my other master. It's complicated but Namjoon has two Sub, and I have two masters, and Yoongi has a Dom and Sub." "Oh. So Namjoon chose Yoongi for balance, huh? That's not surprising." Like what Taehyung said, Hoseok seemed to know about Dom/Sub relationships a lot. And I took this as a chance to ask him about it, since Namjoon didn't tell me much about it before. "Is it normal? I mean, is it normal to have someone as a balance?" "Of course it is! Jungkook and Taehyung keeps searching for a Sub at the club to have threesome with them. That's balancing too." I just nodded as Hoseok continued. "Namjoon came to the club often to find someone for a quick sex too when he was in highschool." "But he had Yoongi that time, right?" "Yeah, that's just part of the balancing too, I guess. Because Yoongi knows about that too. I believe Namjoon and Yoongi didn't usually have sex. Yoongi was into spanking, and Namjoon only did that most of the time." I listened curiously as Hoseok told me about them. Namjoon and Yoongi doesn't talk about themselves so it was refreshing to know. "Namjoon doesn't touch me too. I have Yoongi for that. And I like having sex with Yoongi, but Yoongi doesn't try to dominate me." "I wasn't close with Yoongi, so I'm just assuming, but I think it's not that he doesn't want to dominate you. He can't. He doesn't have the ability to." Hoseok paused for a second, probably thinking how to say it. And I waited patiently. "I think that was Yoongi's problem when he left Namjoon. He wanted to be a Dom so much. But unfortunately, you can't be a Dom if you don't have a confidence. A confidence that your Sub loves and trusts you no matter what you do." I remembered Yoongi's hands was shaking earlier when we were in the bathroom. Maybe he was scared. He was scared that I would hate him after what he instructed me to do. That's why he told me he wouldn't put me in chastity. Namjoon probably wouldn't say that if I failed his order. "B-but, is it normal that your master doesn't touch you?" "I've met an asexual Dom at the bar before. He said his Sub doesn't mind it at all, but the truth is, I think he doesn't have any choice. As long as he chose to be owned and to obey, he was stripped to all other freedoms. If you don't like it, leave. If you love him, obey. That's how this works. At least Namjoon is trying to make it better for you, not all Dom do that." Hoseok laughed awkwardly. "You're still young. And Namjoon likes to keep things to himself so I understand that you get worried sometimes, but you need to trust him. Dom will lost their confidence when their Sub couldn't trust them anymore." Hoseok's words hit me like a truck. The night when Namjoon came to the club flashed back to my head. "I know you had sex with someone else when I called you earlier. But I can't have sex with someone else? Why is that? You don't want me anyway," "I don't want you to love me like how my mother loved me! That's what my mother was always telling me, but she left me anyway!" It was the first time I rebelled to him. I was so mad that he cheated on me, I had said all the terrible things to lose his confidence. Namjoon didn't left me because he found someone else. He left me because I didn't trust him. It was a simple math, yet I didn't realize. Without love, without balance, all we had is trust. And I broke that. "So, do you want to stay with me for a while?" "Huh?" I was taken aback by what Hoseok said. I noticed that he didn't ask where should he drive me to, but I didn't notice that he was taking me to his house. "I heard your conversation with Taehyung. You ran away, right? Do you need a place to stay?" Hoseok didn't ask me anything other than that. And I realized that he told me about Dom/Sub relationship and about Namjoon and Yoongi, because he knew that I was struggling in our relationship. "Yeah," I looked down to my hands and think. I obviously can't go back to Yoongi's apartment. My heart was pounding fast, I was so nervous and uncertain of what to do. Hoseok seemed really nice, and I can trust him since he's Namjoon's friend. staying with him is the best. This is probably also what Namjoon and Yoongi wants. I know this is what I should do. "I'm going back to Namjoon's." But the words came out of my mouth was unexpected, in spite of myself. But Hoseok just grinned and turned the wheel. ***** Chapter 17 ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes "Thanks, Hoseok hyung." I said, as Hoseok pulled the car up to the drive. I hurried out of the car, but Hoseok called out my name. "Jiminie! I'll give you my number. Call me if you want to talk about it, or if you want to ask more." Hoseok leaned over and hold out a piece of paper, so I ran back to the car again and grab it. "Thank you so much, hyung." "Be a good boy." "I will." I grinned shyly, and Hoseok backed out of the driveway. I looked back at his car as he sped off. After that, I quickly shoved the piece of paper in my pocket and ran to the apartment. I thought of what to say when I meet Namjoon. And I was nervous and excited at the same time because there's too much in my head, I didn't even know what I really wanted to tell. "I've been looking for you, Jimin." But my feet stopped when I heard a familiar voice from behind, and suddenly I felt a wave of fear sweep over me. I literally froze in place. I didn't need to see his face because I already knew who it was, but I turned around anyway. "W-why," My whole body was trembling as I looked at him. Because Namjoon's father was the last person I would want to meet at this moment. Or maybe ever. "Namjoon must have done whatever he could do to hide from us, but I'm still your guardian, Jimin. If you went missing, the police are gonna call me, not Namjoon." Father grabbed my arm and pulled me toward his car. "N-no!" I cried and protested, but it was no use. He easily pushed me into the passenger seat and warned me not to ran away. And all I could do was cry like a little baby. "F-father, please," "No, Jimin! I'm taking you home." His eyes narrowed in anger, and he looked away as he started the car. I barely got the seat belt on before he threw the car into reverse. I heard the tires squeal as he turned the car with one hand and slammed it into drive with the other. "Father please, take me back to Namjoon!" I cried again, but he said nothing. "Please," I was bursting into tears and sobbing, a waterfalls of tears running down my cheeks. I was a total mess, but father didn't care. After a long drive, we parked, and father got out of the car. I huddled there for a few seconds, staring at the familiar house I used to live, but now it looked like a hell to me. Father looked at me through the front window and pointed for me to join him. I got out slowly, knowing better to do what he instructed. I walked around the front of the car but kept out of arm's reach of him. "Get inside." He held the door open for me, and I bit my lip as I stepped into the hell. "Jimin? Is he here now?" I heard mother's foot steps as I entered the hallway. Her voice was shaking, like she's been crying. But I didn't really want to see her either. I ran up the stairs and went straight into my room, and locked the door. "Jimin? Please open the door." She said on the other side of the door. But I ignored her and slid into my bed, pulling the sheets over my head. And I cried. I didn't even wonder who called the police, and I didn't really care. I just lie there and cry. It was my first love. Maybe it was just a little crush at first or something I misunderstood as love, I don't know. And I knew I shouldn't feel like this toward my brother and I knew Namjoon would never think of me the same way, but I still loved him. "Hyung, can you help me with my homework?" "I'm sorry pup. I'm a bit busy. Ask mom instead, okay?" "Okay." Just like before, Namjoon drove me home after school when he had time. He was always waiting for me in front of the school and everyone side glanced at him, his model like figure caught everyone's attention. And I was so proud. "I'll see you around, pup!" "Thanks, hyung." Namjoon kissed my forehead as we approached the front door. He never stayed long. Just like that, he turned around and drive away. The house was always quiet. I didn't bother to walk into the living room because I knew no one's home yet anyway. That day, I went straight to my room and opened my backpack to take my homework, but then I noticed I forgot to return Namjoon's book to him. It was just a novel, and I knew he didn't need it right away. But I thought it will be a good excuse to visit his apartment. I walked thirty minutes to his apartment, just holding his book and nothing else. I was little excited and nervous at the same time. I never visited his apartment unannounced. But I was sure Namjoon doesn't get mad even if I did, even though he said he was busy. I was about to knock when I heard someone screamed inside. It was more like a loud gasp, like someone is in pain. I got worried, so I opened the door without knocking, thankfully it wasn't locked, but then I heard another voice. "Say it!" It was Namjoon. And his voice was deep and commanding, I thought they were fighting. And it surprised me because I never seen Namjoon get mad before. "Use your voice! Say it!" Namjoon shouted again. And I tiptoed inside the apartment. I was simply curious. Curious of what made him mad. But when I peeked into his room, my eyes flew open and I literally froze in place. Because I saw a naked guy tied down on his bed. "I-I want your c-cock, sir." "Say it properly." The guy underneath him was panting and shaking, his arms tied behind his back as his ass pushed up to the air. Namjoon was still in his clothes, looking down at the guy's back as he knelt behind him. "P-please fuck me with your cock, sir! I want you inside me, please!" The guy begged, and Namjoon unzipped his pants. I held my breath as I continuesly swallowed, it was a shocking scene, but I couldn't look away. "Were you been a good puppy? Do you deserve my cock?" "Y-yes, I've been good, p-please!" Puppy. He said puppy. Suddenly a wave of insane jealousy mixed with fear washed over me. Why are you calling him puppy? I'm your puppy! Please don't call him puppy! I shouted inside my head, but absolutely nothing came out of my mouth. "Then come and get it, slut." The guy pushed his hips back, and moaned. Namjoon didn't even pull his pants down to his thighs, and I couldn't see what's happening, but I could guess it. "You're so eager for my cock, aren't you? Do you want me to fuck you hard, pet?" "Y-yes, please! M-master please fuck me hard!" The guy screamed as Namjoon thrusted his hips. I gasped and held the book tigher in my hands, it was hard to believe what's happening in front of me. Namjoon is having sex with a guy. And I felt my own body heating up, and I kept on swallowing. And without realising, I was imagining myself lying underneath him instead of that guy. "Were you been a good puppy?" I imagined Namjoon asking me, leaning over me as I lie on the bed, my arms tied down just like that. And it aroused me so much, I almost forgot how to breathe. "Take it, pet. Take it like a good puppy, just like what you are." Namjoon said, his voice was deep and commanding. And at this very moment I was sure of my feelings. I want Namjoon. And if someone can be his good puppy, it's me. Not that guy, or anyone else.   I woke up tired, and my eyes were swollen. I needed few seconds to remember where I was. But when I saw the soft blue wallpaper in front of me, I thought I was going to cry again. But it seemed like I ran out of tears. "Jimin?" I heard a knock on the door as mother called out, her voice was shaking just like yesterday. "Honey, please open the door." I don't know how long she's been knocking on my door, but I didn't respond. I curled up under the sheets like a cat and burried my head onto my knees. "I'm so sorry, Jimin. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you." I heard her sob, and her voice was getting weaker and weaker as she speak. And I immediately know what she was sorry for. I think it was few weeks before Namjoon's graduation. We had a dinner together to celebrate him, and after finishing a bottle of red wine with father, Namjoon slept like a log in my bed. And I knelt down on the floor as I looked down at his face. I was just admiring his handsome face at first, but I got driven by an urge to kiss him. So I leaned closer, and slowly, I pressed my lips to his. "What are you doing?" I jumped, and sprang away from Namjoon as I heard mother's voice. She was standing by the door, and she gave me a shocked look or maybe more like a disgusted look. "I, I'm sorry," I apologized out of reflex. And then she muttered as she looked straight into my eyes, "Maybe adopting you was a bad idea." I shut my eyes and tried my best to shrug off the bad memories out of my head. And I stayed like that until I hear her footsteps going away. "Master," Another tears ran down my cheeks. I held my knees tighter, and I felt something in between my stomach and thighs. And I remembered about the envelope. I quickly sat up on my bed and grab it from my pocket. I held it carefully in my hands for few seconds as I bit my lip nervously. The envelope hadn't been properly sealed up. So I just tilted the envelope and let whatever was inside fall on the mattress. It was pictures. The pictures we took when we went to the park before. Namjoon kept all of them. I took time and looked over at the pictures one by one, and another tears burst out of my eyes. I think I understand now what Namjoon meant when he told Yoongi that he liked it when we looked like a normal brothers. I missed Namjoon's smile like in the pictures, and I can't remember when was the last time I smiled like this. After I became his pet, there was always a sheer wall between us. I wanted to be good to him, I wanted to obey him so much that I shut my desire and my feelings deep inside me. And I even started to lock myself inside the house, because all I wanted to do was stay with my master all the time. I don't know what was Namjoon's intentions, but I didn't even tried to know. I just assumed everything and blamed it all to him. "Jimin! Open the goddamn door!" I jumped as father banged on the door. I immediately started to shiver, and I looked at the door fearfully. I thought father was going to batter down the door. "If you keep act liking that, I won't let you see Namjoon ever again." Father shouted on the other side of the door. "W-what? No!" I jumped out of the bed and ran to open the door. And when the door opened, father immediately stepped into my room. I swallowed and took a few steps back, not liking the look on his face. "You're supposed to take over my compony, Jimin. I don't know why Namjoon hid you in his apartment, but I'm not happy about it." He wasn't shouting anymore but still he said in a voice that sounded to me like a pure anger. And I was again trembling in front of him. "It's either you study business in Busan, or Namjoon will quit his job. You choose." Chapter End Notes omg so much angst in this fic, wtf? ***** Chapter 18 ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes == Namjoon's POV == "This is not a favor, Namjoon. This is an order." "Bullshit! You can't order me to marry a person I don't even know!" "I let you do whatever you want. Now this is how you pay me back." I stood up almost violently, hitting the table with my fist. And I could have thrown the chair or anything I can to hit him in the face, I was so angry. But instead, I just walked away. I hated my parents. I hated this house. I should have left the house, but maybe because of my habit as a teenager, I went up to my room. Clenching my fist tightly, I slummed the door shut as soon as I crossed the threshold. Jimin was there, hugging his legs on the floor like a little child. And that's when I remembered Jimin was using my old room at that time. "I'm sorry you had to hear that." I apologized as I walked past him, and threw myself on the bed. I was still angry. Furious, even. But I tried not to show it to him. "Everytime I come back to this house, it reminds me that I have a fucked up life." I wasn't actually talking to anyone, and Jimin must have noticed that, because he didn't say anything. As I stare at the ceiling blankly, I realized that the wine got into me. Suddenly my eyelids felt heavier, and I started to doze off. I didn't try to fight it though. Since it was convenient for me to fall asleep and just forget about it. And before I can remember when, I passed out. The next thing I remember is, Jimin's shout. "No! I won't do it again. Please don't return me!" Almost at the same time, I jumped off the bed. "What happened?" Jimin was crying on the floor and my mother was standing just outside the room, pure shock on her face. "What happened? What did you do to him!?" I shouted. My mother's head snapped up to meet her gaze to mine. But like a statue she remained there, and I wasn't sure if she was so shocked that she didn't know what to say or if it was because she was scared of me. But it didn't really matter because I didn't care about her. I just cared about Jimin. I slammed the door shut in front of her, and picked up Jimin from the floor. He refused to look at me as he cried. He was sobbing hard in my arms, and all I could do was lend my shoulder. "I'm gonna leave this fucking house after I graduate. I'll leave and never come back. I hate this house." I muttered as I felt anger rise in my heart. But then Jimin's head snapped up, and just like my mother, his expression was pure shock. "N-no! Please don't leave me here, hyung. Please!" "Jimin, I can't take you." "No! You're all I have! You can't leave me," Jimin wrapped his arms around my torso tightly, still crying hard. It crushed my heart so much. I wanted to take him with me, but I was too afraid to do so. Or maybe I was just selfish. Because I knew taking a minor means there's a high chance of getting caught. "I'll do anything. Just don't leave me, please," "You're still a minor, Jimin." I gently pushed his shoulder, but he held me tighter, burying his head against my chest. "Take me as your pet," Jimin muttered. And at first I thought I heard it wrong because his voice was too weak. "I can do it better. Better than anyone!" Jimin suddenly dropped to his knees, and I literally froze in place. I was too confused. But when Jimin started to unbuckle my belt, I instantly panicked and grab hold his arms to stop him. "Jimin, w-what are you doing!?" Jimin looked up at me through his eyelashes. And that look was familiar, yet I couldn't quite figure out how. "I don't want to be Jimin anymore. I want to be a puppy. Please make me your pet." Another tears ran down Jimin's cheeks. I was literally stunned into silence as Jimin's words penetrated my heart. Jimin was looking straight into my eyes with the same look before. And as I stared down at his eyes, it suddenly hit my mind. Those eyes... Those was the eyes of submission. "Make me your puppy. Master."   Yoongi and I both startled when we heard a loud footsteps, followed by a loud noise of the frontdoor slumming shut. And we quickly exchanged a glance before we rushed to the doorway. And we both know it was Jimin. Yoongi was faster than me, but Jimin was even faster. When we burst out of the apartment, Jimin was already running down the stairs and at the time we reached the driveway, Jimin wasn't there anymore. "Fuck, that kid runs so fast!" Yoongi shouted, and it was the first time I heard real anger in his voice. "How did he even get here!?" I could tell that Yoongi was panicking, and I wanted to tell him to calm down, but I didn't. I knew there's no point of saying it. "The safe. He came here to get a money." Suddenly it hit me, and Yoongi looked at me wide eyed. We both ran back to the apartment and went straight to my study. I taught Jimin the combination in case of emergencies, but Jimin never tried to open it. So I didn't bother to change the combination as I started to use it as my personal safe. Yoongi stood behind me as I unlock the safe. To be honest, I don't remember how much money I kept inside. So when I opened it, I couldn't tell if Jimin took the money or not, because it looked just like how it was when I last opened it. But then I noticed one thing. "The envelope is gone." "What envelope?" Yoongi asked, but I was lost in thought to answer him. Jimin took the fucking envelope. "Namjoon, what was in the envelope?" Yoongi asked again, this time a little louder. "Pictures. The pictures we took together before. And," I had to swallow few times to hide the fact that my voice was shaking. But I know Yoongi noticed it anyway, because he didn't rush me to say it. "And the papers. The papers of his real mother." "What? Why?" "I was searching for her. I was just...curious. And it was easy for me to do it, since I'm a lawyer. But I never meant to tell him about it." My voice were getting weaker and weaker as I spoke. I was smart. I was a successful lawyer for my age. I was sure about that. But the thing is, when it comes to my own problem, I suck at making decisions. I thought not telling him the truth is better than hurting him. That's how the secrets increased. And by the time I realized I was hurting him just by hiding everything to him, it was too late. "What's wrong with his biological mother?" Yoongi asked hesitantly. And I hesitated to answer too. But I knew I had to. "She died." I muttered as I closed the safe. You could have heard a pin drop in shocked silence. Obviously he didn't know how to react to that, because he kept on licking his lips nervously, thinking of what to say. "Maybe he was too shocked to know about it. That's why he ran away again." I said to fill the gaping silence. "Why would he ran away?" Yoongi finally spoke. "I don't know." And I really didn't. I was getting to the point where I don't want to think about it anymore. My head was aching badly. "No, he ran away because of me." Yoongi muttered, still licking his lips nervously. And he was thinking again, so I waited. "I don't know where to start," He warned me as he scratched his head. And I prepared myself for whatever he was going to say, but he sure knows how to get my attention. Because the next thing that came out from his mouth almost shocked me to dead. "My roommate... is Kim Seokjin." "What!?" I shouted as I looked at him in disbelief. "When you first called me after few years, he was there, listening to our conversation. And because I was confused of why you suddenly called me and asked me to train your pet, he noticed and asked me who was I talking to. So I told your name. And unexpectedly, he knows you too." "He already knew me back then?" "Yeah. Well, at least he knew your name. He said you were supposed to meet him, but it got cancelled. He seemed so interested in you." I fell back on a chair, almost like collapsing to it. Yoongi was standing in the middle of the room, still avoiding to make an eye contact with me. And I patiently waited for him to continue as he took a deep breath in between. "When you invited me to your office, I was so pissed after the sex. You were a complete asshole." Yoongi snapped it like it was a joke, but I knew it wasn't. "And I wanted Jimin so bad back then. I wanted him to be mine. That's why I used your computer to send a message to Jin." "Well, that explains why suddenly Seokjin came to my office. And that fucked up everything. The timing was perfect, you know? That was the time when I was losing my confidence to dominate Jimin. Confidence to be with him, to make him happy. And That was the time when I started to blame myself. And when he came, I thought it was my fate that I can't run away from my fucked up life. And I had to face it sooner or later." I started to tap my leg under the desk, out of pure reflex. I couldn't look at Yoongi too, I was so frustrated and stressed. "I didn't know, I swear. I just thought that Seokjin is a very pretty guy and if you met him, you might get interested in him. Since he was already interested in you." Yoongi said apologicaly, and that's when our gaze met after a long silence. "He sure was. Because I was supposed to meet him through an arranged marriage." Chapter End Notes I was soooo unmotivated to continue this fic (You must have noticed that from the previous chapters) but your comments motivated me to write again. I try harder to finish this fic before I start writing another one. ***** Chapter 19 ***** "Yeah, he told me about it. I know your father has an issues but I can't believe he negotiated a business by arranging a marriage." "Well, it wasn't the worst thing he had done. At least he arranged me with a guy, not a girl." I said, a bit surprised that I can be thankful of his concern even as a sarcasm. As we talked in my study, Yoongi was just standing in front of me. It didn't bother me at first, but as the conversation was getting longer, I started to wonder why he doesn't want to sit down. But then my phone rang in my pocket, dispelling my thoughts for the moment. "Shit, it's Jin." I muttered as I saw Seokjin's name on the screen. I quickly glanced up at Yoongi, and saw him licking his lips nervously as I answer the phone. "Is Yoongi there with you?" Seokjin asked abruptly. "Yeah, why?" I answered, trying to keep the shortness out of my voice. "You have a lot of explainings to do, Joon-ah." I silently groaned because I knew what call this was. "I will, but not now Jin." "Did you find Jimin?" Hearing Jimin's name from Seokjin made me a little uncomfortable. But I tried not to show it and simply said, "No, not yet." "I called the school, but he wasn't there too." "You called the school!?" I reflexively shouted. And I assumed Seokjin was surprised by it because he was quiet for few seconds. "Yah! I'm trying to help! Why are you shouting?" He was clearly offended because I could almost hear the irritation radiating from of him. My hands shook as I tried to keep my temper. But the way he fired back annoyed me, and I was unable to keep it out of my tone. "What did you tell them?" "I told them that Jimin ran away and we can't find him!" He said, obviously exasperated. "Why did you tell them that! They will report it to the police, Jin!" "And what is wrong with that!? Is there something the police shouldn't know about you!?" "No, forgot it." He was prying, and he knew it. After I uttered, I ended the call before it became an actual thing. I slummed the phone down and tried not to scream"Fuck!", but from the way Yoongi stared at me, I'm pretty sure I failed. "What did he say?" Yoongi observed when I had said nothing for several minutes. "He called the school. And the school probably report it to the police by now. My father applied to the police few months ago to search Jimin. I'm sure they will contact my father." "Shit," He cursed, since he knew my father pretty well. I needed to lean back to the chair to calm myself, just by staring at the ceiling. "How far does he know?" My question made Yoongi snaps his head up. And I knew he was getting nervous because his Adam's apple bobbed. "He knows that Jimin is your step brother." Yoongi said as he examined the patterns of the carpet intently, not wanting to make eye contact. "And?" Yoongi licked his lips for the hundredth time since we got to the study. And I finally understood why Yoongi didn't want to sit down. He was being what he is. Submissive. Maybe losing Jimin made his confidence drop. The rebellious aura he had before was completely gone. "Say it, Yoongi. I know you're hiding something." I commanded, my Dom spirit made a sudden return. "Jimin basically told him you're a fucking whore who sleeps with everyone, including your own brother. Happy?" Yoongi snapped, and his tone reminded me of Seokjin so much. "Why did he say that? Does he know I had sex with you at the office?" "Yeah, he does." Yoongi licked his lips again. I started to hate that I could read his face too clearly. He is still hiding something. And I've reached my limit of patience. "I swear to god, Yoongi, if you don't tell me everything        " But then suddenly, all the light bulbs in my brain went on at the same time. Sitting up straighter, I think about it for a few seconds before I asked, "He knows I was meeting Seokjin too, does he?" Yoongi didn't say anything, but I knew I guessed it right when I saw him blink rapidly. "Did he know I was arranged to marry him?" "I don't think so. He was just... jealous. Maybe he thought you replaced him to Jin." "I would never replace him." When Seokjin came to my office on that day, I thought my father finally found me. He didn't tell me about who was I arranged to, but when Seokjin said, "Nice to finally meet you, Kim Namjoon. I think you owe me a dinner." It automatically translated in my head to "I finally found you and you can't run away from me" in my father's voice. I was shocked, but more scared. My parents had planned for my entire life to handed their company over to me. I was just fourteen when my father decided to send me to Busan, to study business. I was trying to make an excuses not to go, but he kept pushing, I kept dodging, and that one night I just snapped that I want to be a lawyer. My father went nuts. He just couldn't handle that his only son, his pride and hope, didn't want to take over his work. It was my mother though who finally brought some kind of acceptance. She took father out one day, I have no idea what she said to him but when they returned to the house, father was changed. He would never be completely happy about it, but he stopped complaining. I think it was my mother who suggested on adopting a child too. I didn't care about their decision. I wasn't excited about having a new brother. I didn't see whoever that is as a brother, but just a 'replacement' of my shitty life. But Jimin wasn't what I was expecting. After I ran away with Jimin, I know he won't give me a second chance. I thought I could convince Seokjin to break off the engagement, but Seokjin wasn't the type of guy who says "yes" without a reasonable excuse. I knew what I should do. I knew it was all on me. I just needed to say that I will take over the company, and Jimin can be happily shirk from his responsibility. But my ego of losing to my father was getting on my way to say "yes" either. "It's all my fault," I muttered to the desk. "Namjoon," I could tell that Yoongi was trying to encourage me, but he didn't know how. And my last bit of confidence was about to drop there. But then my phone rang again. I frowned as I saw an unknown number on the screen, I was confused. But I answered the phone rather quickly, hoping it would be good news. "Jimin?" "Hi, Namjoon." But it was nothing close to good news, because it was my father. Of course he found out my number too. I literally froze in place as I held the phone against my ear, unable to answer him. "I took Jimin home with me, I hope you don't mind." I gulped, still unable to form a word. Father's voice was calm and soothing, but I still knew he said it as a sarcasm. Even though I knew my father will find Jimin, I never expected it to be this soon. "Who is it, Namjoon?" Yoongi asked, but I was too shocked to answer him either. "It's fine if you don't want to talk. I just need you to listen." My father continued. "I'm sending Jimin to Busan." "What? No!" I shouted to my phone. "And since I just opened a branch office in Malaysia, I'm thinking of making him a CEO there afterwards." I clenched my jaw and try to calm my temper. I knew he was just being provocative, but still, the thought of Jimin forced to be sent to other country made me angry. "I'm gonna fucking kill you." I snapped before hanging up the phone. I knew going back to my house means I caught up in his trap, but I didn't care. "Let's go." I said to Yoongi before I grabbed the car key. ***** Chapter 20 ***** --- Yoongi's POV --- I have seen Namjoon lost his temper, but nothing major. Well, at least nothing major than now. I didn't ask anything and just sat on the passenger seat, trying not to grab the door handle and jump from a car rolling around at God knows what speed. When Namjoon parked at the driveway, I couldn't remember whose house is it at first. Until Namjoon burst into the house without knocking. He didn't even bother to take his shoes off, so I just followed him without taking off mine. "Jimin!!" Namjoon shouted, not hiding how angry he was. When he pushed the door down the hallway, his father was sitting at the dining table. He didn't even look up from the newspaper and sipped his coffee as Namjoon flung the door open forcefully. "Where the fuck is he?" Namjoon clenched his fist. I prepared myself to stop Namjoon in case he decided to start a rough and tumble fight with his father. But he was doing well at keeping his temper, at least for now. "I asked you a question." Namjoon said, and his father finally looked up from the newspaper. I noticed that his mother was watching us behind the kitchen counter. She looked as nervous as I was. "You just left for a year, and now you feel manly enough to threaten me?" Namjoon's father scoffed, and put the newspaper to the side. "Jimin!" Namjoon shouted again. And I finally heard a sound coming from upstairs. It was footsteps. "Hyung!" Jimin almost knocked Namjoon as he ran into his arms. Namjoon hugged him tight, and whispered something to his ear. I couldn't hear what he said, but I assumed he apologized for leaving him. Jimin's eyes were swollen from crying. When our eyes met, I weakly grinned at him. Thankfully, Jimin grinned back. "Sit down. Don't think you can take him." Namjoon's father offered the chair to Namjoon but he ignored his offer. I was standing right beside Namjoon, but his father didn't even once looked at me. "I know you're not patient enough to let me talk for an hour, so I'm just gonna cut to the chase. I heard that you met Mr. Kim Seojun's son. I want you to engage with him. Now." The man said, still sitting comfortably in his seat. As I look at him, I can clearly see where Namjoon got his dominating personality. "If I do that, would you let Jimin go?" I was surprised that Namjoon sounded like he was begging to his father. And his father must have noticed that too because he fall silent for few seconds. "Hyung, no!" Jimin shouted, his eyes were wide with fear, and he shook his head very quickly. "Why? Don't you think this is for him too? He is going to the one of the best colleges in Korea. And right after he graduates, he can have his own company. I'm giving him a future, Namjoon. What can you give to him?" Namjoon's father smirked. And that was the most disgusting smile I've ever seen. Namjoon clenched his fist, and I could tell that his father's words hit home. "Bullshit!! That's not what he wants! You don't know him." I yelled, my head spun around as I readied myself to kick this old man's ass. I was supposed to be the one stopping their fight, but I was too disgusted to even care at this point. "Yoongi, stop." Namjoon stopped me, but his voice was weak and diffident. "I'll talk with your dad." "What? Are you serious?" Namjoon whispered angrily. And I know it wasn't actually a question. "Jimin chose to be your Sub. And I chose to be your Sub too. You're a Dom who has two Subs, Namjoon." "I know that." "Then stop acting like you are your father's Sub." Namjoon's brows twitched as he clenched his jaw. He was clearly offended. "Your plan better be good, Yoongi." "Just go." Namjoon began to walk away, but Jimin's hand clasped on his jacket prevented him. "W-where are you going?" "I'm taking you home." "No, you can't, Namjoon!" The man said, slamming his hand down on the table. "You don't own him, I do." Namjoon said fearlessly. And I knew Namjoon gained back his confidence at this point. Namjoon gently grabbed the nape of Jimin's neck and looked down at him. And taking it as a cue, Jimin clung to him, holding on to those shoulders and that neck as Namjoon kissed him like he was trying to crawl inside him. Jimin moaned into his mouth as Namjoon's hand slid under his shirt and caressed his side. I bit my bottom lip, trying not to grin when I realized their parents were watching them with shocked eyes, their jaws dropped. Jimin lifted his head and sucked in a lungful of air. Namjoon's hand holding him tight and still against him, he then looked down at Jimin and put his index finger on his lips. Jimin looked confused for a second, but soon opened his mouth and Namjoon slid it past his lips, and Jimin sucked his finger while staring up at him. That's then I know what was Namjoon trying to prove to his parents. "Good boy." Namjoon kissed Jimin again. Jimin smiled at him with submissive eyes, he looked like he could actually suck Namjoon's dick now if Namjoon asked him to. "I'll wait you in the car." That was the last thing Namjoon said before he got out of the house with Jimin. I stayed there looking at the closed door. Actually, we all did. His parents were too shocked to say anything, and I blamed Namjoon for making this way too awkward than I expected. "Are you trying to make a fool of me?" His father glared at me for a while, flapped his hand again, glared still harder. "No, I'm actually giving you what you want."   ***** "What happened?" Namjoon asked me worriedly as I got into the passenger seat. "Don't worry. Let's go." I said simply, but Namjoon didn't buy it. "What the fuck, Yoongi? How did you walk out from that house just like that!? Did you suck that guy's dick or something?" "Fuck you. Just drive." "Fine." I glared, and Namjoon finally put the car into reverse. Jimin was sitting quietly at the back. He was too quiet that I almost forgot he's even there. "I don't feel like going home." Namjoon muttered, and quickly turned the wheel to head down to the country road of some sort, and drove even futher away from his apartment. I didn't say anything, but I was glad that Namjoon decided to go somewhere else. It was interesting, because it felt like I didn't need to question him about where he was taking us. I was developing such a level of trust in him that it really did not matter to me what he decided to do. "It's my first time to come here at night." After fifteen minutes of drive, Namjoon parked next to the lake where we used to hang out when we were in highschool. "Uh, the park." Jimin finally spoke when he noticed the place. Apparently, it was where they used to hang out too. I saw a few boats out there with drunk men who spent their night fishing, but besides them we were alone. I had no idea what to do at the lake at midnight, but I didn't really care. We just sat there and watched the lake in silence. "I'm so sorry I ran away." Jimin muttered, his eyes glued to the ground. I didn't say anything, because I know Namjoon will comfort him anyway. But Namjoon started a little differently than I thought. "I was always unsure of my decision. Sometimes I thought that maybe you're too young to know what you're doing. That maybe you can have a better future than this. I knew that leaving you like that doesn't solve anything, but I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry." "Don't leave me again." Jimin said, moving closer to Namjoon. "Yeah, I won't. I promise." "Can I call you master again?" Jimin asked, a little breathless. "I was surprised when you called me 'hyung' earlier." Namjoon laughed, and put his arm around Jimin's shoulder. "Did you stop calling me master?" Namjoon asked playfully. "No, never." Jimin grinned widely for the first time in a few days. I must have looked like a typical third wheel at this moment when Namjoon buried any of his worries as he cupped the back of Jimin's head and kiss him. I just scoffed at that thought and looked straight to the lake. But then I felt a hand on my hand. I looked up, not realizing I had drifted off. "I'm sorry about what I said to Jin hyung. I didn't mean to be rude to your roommate." Jimin held my hand, Namjoon's arm still hugging him by the shoulder. "It's okay. You can still call me daddy." I said playfully too, and that made both of them laugh. "I'm going now." Jimin and Namjoon looked surprised when I suddenly stood up. "Where are you going?" Namjoon asked. "Home." "No, please stay." Jimin grab hold of my hand. But I gently pulled it away, and shoved my hands in my pockets. "I have to go." I looked at Namjoon, and the way he looked at me made me think that maybe he was also developing such a level of trust in me too, because it seemed like he already knew why I was leaving. "Thanks, Yoongi." Namjoon said with a soft grin. Jimin then suddenly stood up to hug me, putting his arms around my neck. "I'm so sorry, daddy. I'm sorry about everything I did." He still looked confused and worried about me, so I ruffled his hair and said, "You did nothing wrong." Jimin lightly kissed me before letting me go. "Be a good boy." I said before I turn around, and the last thing I saw is their smile. ***** Chapter 21 ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes ----- Jimin's POV ----- And then that was it. Yoongi didn't come home. He quit his job at school. Namjoon can't reach his phone. He left just like that. Namjoon told me he must have a legit reason to leave, but I know he was trying not to show that he was also worried about him. After Yoongi left, we just went back to what we were before. Before Yoongi came to our apartment. I'm still Namjoon's pet, and Namjoon is still a lawyer. We sleep together in a same bed, but just like before, we don't do anything more than kiss. But some little things has changed. Like, Namjoon and I started going to the park again. And I started to cook, or at least I'm trying to learn how to. And I have friends at school now. "Are you all right?" Taehyung leaned over to look at my face. I quickly hid my worries behind my smile, and began to read my book again. I was sitting at the staircase, and that made me remember Yoongi. No one scold me about reading a book here anymore. "Is it about Mr.Min?" "Yes." "It's been two months, right?" "Actually three months now." Taehyung put his arm around my shoulders, trying to comfort me. But he fall silent after that. He isn't really good at comforting people, but at least he is always there whenever I'm feeling down. "Do you want to go to Hobi hyung's apartment later? Jungkook and I go there to play games sometimes. Hobi hyung has the best video games." Taehyung smiled. "Sorry, I have a tons of homeworks to do. Maybe next time." I smiled back, although I wasn't sure if I did it right. I eat lunch with Taehyung and Jungkook almost everyday and we hang out inside the school sometimes but I was always making an excuse not to hang out with them outside the school. Maybe I was worried that they might take me to the club, or they might ask me to balance them out again. It wasn't that I didn't want to. But after Yoongi left, sleeping with someone else seemed wrong for me. "Hey, your brother's here." I looked up from the book as Taehyung pointed at the gate. I saw Namjoon leaning against his car, looking gorgeous in his suits. I fixed my glasses up on my nose and quickly shoved the book inside my bag before I said goodbye to Taehyung. "Hey, pup." Namjoon took the glasses from my face and smiled, and my cheeks immediately blushed. "Hi, sir. I'm sorry I didn't notice you were here already." "It's okay. I was happy seeing you talking with your friend." Namjoon grabbed my backpack from my shoulder as he opened the door for me. I really liked that Namjoon is again taking me to the school and picking me up afterwards. He was still busy, but he was trying to make a time for me as much as he could. "So, how was your day?" Namjoon asked, after tossing my bag into the backseat as he jumped behind the wheel. "Taehyung asked me if I wanted to go to Hoseok hyung's house to play video games." "Oh, yeah? Why didn't you go?" "Umm, because," But then Namjoon's phone went off, interrupted our conversation. He quickly apologized before answering the phone, putting it in a speaker. "Hey, what's up?" "Hey, I'm here in your office. You went home already?" Both of us exchanged a quick glance when we heard Seokjin's voice on the phone. I pretended that I don't mind it at all and took the book out of my bag and started reading it again. "Ugh, I just picked up Jimin from school. What's wrong?" "I wanted to talk to you. Do you have time?" I caught a glimpse of Namjoon's gaze, so I looked up from my book and looked at him. I could tell that he was hesitating to answer Seokjin, so I gently smiled, letting him know that I don't mind. "Okay, I'll be there in ten." Namjoon hung up the phone and quickly apologized to me again. "You can just drop me at the corner. I can walk home." "Don't be silly. You're coming with me. It won't take that long, I promise." Namjoon turned the wheel. I sat there quietly thinking if I should wait for him inside the car or not. But I knew Namjoon wouldn't allow me to do that. "Let's go." When Namjoon parked at the underground parking lot, I was surprised that there's so many expensive cars parked there. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked hesitantly, when we were inside the elevator. Namjoon looked down at me and cocked his head. "Why?" "I told him that we're, umm, we were," "Pup, you told him the truth. Nothing's wrong with that. And nothing's wrong with what we are either." Namjoon put his index finger under my chin and pulled me for a slow kiss. I grasped his shirt with both hands as his other hand slid down my back to pulled me closer. "M-master," I breathed out between our kisses. Namjoon's tongue thrusted hard and passionately inside my mouth and I swear he could make me come just by that. I liked the sound of our kiss echoing inside the elevator, it was so beautiful. But I pulled away, a little too quickly when the bell rang, and the door opened afterwards. I walked sheepishly behind Namjoon as he walked inside the main office. There was a lot of people working, but none of them turned to look at me. Maybe unfamiliar people walking inside their office wasn't unusual to them. "Hey," Namjoon entered a room and Seokjin was waiting inside, sitting on the couch. I was expecting one of the desks outside was Namjoon's, but I got surprised when I noticed Namjoon has his own office. "What happened?" Namjoon sat on his chair and leaned back, waiting for Seokjin to speak. I closed the door behind me and stand next to it awkwardly, not knowing where should I go. "Did you see this?" Seokjin went closer to the desk and tossed a newspaper on it. Namjoon's gaze dropped to the newspaper for a couple of seconds before he looked up at Seokjin and answered, "Yeah, I did. What about it?" "Your father's company is under a financial group now." "Looks like my father doesn't need to worry about his company goes out of business, then." I ran to the desk and grabbed the newspaper. I skimmed through the article and try to understand what it says, but it was hard to understand because I don't know anything about how to run a company. "So, does it mean I don't have to take over father's company?" I asked nervously, hoping Namjoon will say yes. "Yeah, I think father can't decide who will take over his company anymore." Namjoon smiled, and I immediately ran to hug him. Namjoon raffled my hair and kissed the top of my head as he hugged me even harder. "Thanks to Yoongi, that means you don't have to marry me too." Seokjin said sarcastically, putting on a bold front. After Namjoon saved me from father, he told me everything about his relationship with Seokjin. But it was still uncomfortable for me to hear about their engagement even though I know about it. "Yoongi?" Namjoon asked after a long silence. "Yes, Yoongi." Seokjin said, and I quickly turned around to look at him. Namjoon looked confused as I am, and noticing that, Seokjin added, "That financial group is Yoongi's father's." My mouth agaped, totally shocked to hear it. I had no idea Yoongi was rich. Richer than Namjoon and Seokjin combined. "So that was what Yoongi talked to my father." Namjoon said under his breath. "You could at least act like you're sad about it, you know." Seokjin said sarcastically again as he picked up his bag beside the couch. Namjoon and I stared at Seokjin's back as he walked to exit the room. But after he opened the door, he looked back and said, "By the way, I heard Yoongi left his parent's house this morning." And closed the door. Namjoon and I looked at each other, both looked confused.   My heard was pounding fast as Namjoon unlocked the door. I was sure Namjoon was also nervous. After unlocking the door, Namjoon let me in first. So I quickly took off my shoes and ran to the living room. "Daddy!" I practically jumped for joy when I saw Yoongi sitting on the couch. "Hey." Yoongi grinned, and he opened his arms wide to welcome me for a hug. I jumped into his chest, almost knocking him down onto the couch. "Welcome back, Yoongi." Namjoon gave him a warm grin as he entered the living room. Yoongi grinned too, and leaned back to the couch to make some space for me to sit next to him. "I heard a rumor that you are a rich kid because you never got suspended when you got into a fight in highschool. But you never told me your father owns the Agust group." "Why do you think I'm roommate with Seokjin? His father's company is also under my father's group." "Wow." I blinked rapidly, and folded myself into the corner of the couch. "My father doesn't care about what I do, unlike your father. And I didn't care about his business too. So it was my first time to beg something to him." "You did that for me?" I asked, looking down and folding up again. "I told you I will reward you, didn't I?" My heart throbbed as I heard the word 'reward'. Suddenly I felt hot and thirsty. I've been thirsty for three months and now that Yoongi is here in front of me, I couldn't think anything but that. I slowly crawled to Yoongi, and gently pushed him onto the couch. I saw Yoongi swallow, and lick his lips afterwards. But I was sure it wasn't because he was nervous. "But you said you will reward me with something else." I whispered, and slid the fingers of my hand along Yoongi's jaw and kissed him soundly. Yoongi accepted the kiss gratefully, then licked his lips a couple of times. Yes, it was definitely a lust. I looked up to Namjoon through my lashes. He was leaning back on the recliner comfortably as he watch me pinning Yoongi onto the couch. "Master, can I?" I asked, my voice almost sounded like a whine. I was literally begging for it. "Yeah, I'll join you." Namjoon smiled and stood up. And I immediately pulled Yoongi from the couch and escorted him toward the bedroom. Chapter End Notes next chapter is the last chapter! A full chapter of yoonminjoon smut, which the reason why I started to write this fic. I can't believe it took me 22 chapters to make it happen(。-_-。) ***** Chapter 22 ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes "Take your clothes off," As soon as they entered the bedroom, Yoongi instructed. Jimin immediately obeyed, shrugging off his uniform jacket and unbottoning his shirt, dropping them both on the floor where he stood. His T-shirt followed. Yoongi watched his every move and smirked. Jimin was too horny to tease him. "Come here, pup. I'll put your collar on." Namjoon said from the couch. And when Jimin moved to kneel before him, Namjoon looked at Yoongi and asked, "Do you want yours too?" Yoongi thought for a few seconds before he answered, "Yeah." Because if he didn't have the collar on, he might forgot that he isn't taking the lead tonight. Jimin opened a drawer in the nightstand and got their collar. Light brown for himself, and black for Yoongi. Jimin handed it both to Namjoon and knelt in front of him. Namjoon leaned in and buckled it around Jimin's neck, resting his fingertips against the collar for a moment before taking a kiss, slow and soft. "Thank you, sir." Jimin grinned softly. Yoongi did the same, taking his shirt first and then kneeling before his master. Namjoon buckled the collar around his neck too, but did nothing more than that. Knowing Yoongi doesn't want to be 'too Sub' for tonight. "Make me high, pet." Namjoon whispered, and Yoongi smirked. When Yoongi turned around, Jimin was standing few feets away from the bed, already naked. Jimin gasped when Yoongi pushed him unto the bed and started undoing his fly, purposely slowly. Jimin swallowed hard when Yoongi finally came to the bed, only wearing his boxers. "P-please, daddy," Jimin pleaded, kneeling on the bed as he pulled Yoongi closer. Yoongi slid his fingers into Jimin's hair, tilting his chin up, thumbs stroking at his temple. "I hope you're not asking for mercy, because I have none to give. I'm gonna fuck your mouth and your ass so hard until you see stars." Yoongi told him, mouth pressed to his ears. "And that's not even the real reward." Jimin shivered as Yoongi tilted his head so he could see Namjoon. He was sitting back on the couch, still fully clothed. The corner of his lips curved up when their eyes met, and Jimin's cock immediately went half hard. "Oh God, please, I want that," Yoongi tilted his head even more so he could bite at Jimin's jaw. Jimin shoved Yoongi's boxers down, getting inpatient for any teasing. Jimin put his hands on Yoongi's hips and swallowed him down, humming around him until Yoongi's cock cut off his air. Namjoon palmed his own growing erection, knowing Jimin was watching. "Yeah, that's it." Yoongi whimpered, his eyes closing as he thrust into Jimin's mouth, one hand petting over Jimin's hair. Jimin picked up the pace and his head bobbed fervently over Yoongi's hips. Finally Yoongi began to grip Jimin's head tighter. He began taking control, pumping Jimin on him. Jimin relaxed himself, giving himself completely over his control. When Jimin's eyes started to get filled with tears, Yoongi immediately pulled Jimin completely off of him, and Jimin finally gasped for air. "Are you all right?" Yoongi asked worriedly. "Yes." Jimin wiped his tears with the back of his hand and took Yoongi's cock to his mouth again. Yoongi thrusted his cock much slowly this time, allowing Jimin to stare up at him while he deepthroat him with each thrust. "Ah, fuck," Jimin pulled away when Yoongi gripped a handful lock of his hair. "Lay on your chest." Yoongi said breathlessly. Jimin did as Yoongi told him and lay down on his stomach. "Lift your ass and spread your cheeks." Jimin's cock leaked precum on the bedsheet as he followed Yoongi's instructions. A light chill ran down his spine at the feel of his clenching hole on display. "I think I should leave you like that for a while. I like what I'm seeing." "N-no, please," Jimin whined, his whole body was on fire. "Daddy please! Don't tease me, please," Jimin glanced over his shoulder and begged to Yoongi. "Keep begging," Yoongi said, and Jimin finally felt something wet press against his hole. "Ah, fuck      " Jimin moaned, gripping the sheet. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but he knew he wasn't allowed. So instead he closed his eyes tight and hold onto whatever he could, but he still couldn't keep his hips from humping the sheets. "Fuck, you're so beautiful." Namjoon finally got high enough to care anymore and walked towards the bed. He just tear his shirt off, bottons scattered all around. Jimin finally opened his eyes when Namjoon reached up and slid his hand into Jimin's hair and tilted his head back to cover Jimin's mouth with his own. Jimin groaned into the kiss, deepening it. Namjoon was still standing, bending over to kiss Jimin, and Jimin had to arch up to meet him halfway. "Feels good?" "Yes, sir. So much." Jimin moaned into Namjoon's mouth as Yoongi started to thrust his tongue inside him, stretching and lubricating it as much as he could. "You want cock inside you?" Namjoon asked in a whisper. "Yes, please," Jimin begged as Namjoon kept nipping on his jaw, his neck, his shoulder, and back up to his jaw. "Ride daddy, then." Namjoon ordered, knowing that wasn't what Jimin really wanted. Jimin froze for a moment, whimpering as if he might protest, but he didn't. Yoongi leaned against the headboard and Jimin waited until he was comfortable in his position. Jimin reached firward and pressed a hand into the headboard as he slowly lowered his hip on Yoongi's hips. "Ahh," Jimin groaned each time he took Yoongi in. It wasn't fast enough for him, or deep enough, Namjoon knew, and Jimin's groans were frustrated whimpers. Yoongi was barely holding back from pounding into Jimin, he was careful not to do too much, noticing Namjoon's intentions. "Master p-please!" Jimin rode Yoongi hard, deliberately slamming his hips back. "N-not enough... Please, sir!" "Serve your daddy first, puppy." Namjoon said with his voice low, and Jimin wanted to cry a protest so much. He wanted more so much. "D-daddy, P-please," But frustration got the best of him. Namjoon looked at Yoongi's eye and nod, and that was all Yoongi needed. Yoongi grabbed Jimin's hips, loud and buzzing in his ears as he picked up speed. "F-fuck," Jimin arched his ass high for him. "Oh, God, Daddy more!" Jimin's fingers curled around the headboard and he held on tightly, Yoongi groaning beneath him and pushing up harder, thrusting deep. "I'm g-gonna," Yoongi groaned, fingers digging into Jimin's hips. Yoongi quickly pulled Jimin out from his cock as he felt his orgasm was building in his stomach. Jimin was panting harshly, he wanted to collapse on top of Yoongi. But when he heard Namjoon unbuckling his belt and working on his fly, his attention immediately went there. "Are you ready for your reward?" Jimin looked over his shoulder and saw Namjoon smirk. He nodded almost violently, and spread his cheeks again. "Yes, please sir, please," Jimin mumbled, not even sure if he managed to say it properly. "I'm going to fuck you so good, because you deserve it. Such a good boy." A long, harsh groan fell from Jimin when Namjoon gripped his hips and thrust balls deep inside him. Namjoon's cock felt so much like a 'reward', filling him good and deep. "Remember, don't come." Namjoon warned him as he pulled almost all the way out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside Jimin, before thrust back in. "Ahh, fuck!" Namjoon didn't give any time for Jimin to adjust to his size and picked up the pace with each thrust until he was grunting with them. "H-harder, please!" Jimin shouted, his voice hoarse. Namjoon did what his boy wanted. His fingers held Jimin's hips firmly and their bodies came together with the rhythmic sounds of skin on skin. "Harder?" Namjoon asked. "Y-yes, sir. Please fuck me harder." Jimin said, breathlessly. Namjoon lifted a leg and placed it on the bed beside Jimin's hip. The next thrust knocked the breath out of Jimin's chest and he fell forward. "Ahh, t-that was so good," "Such a slut," Yoongi's lips curved up, his hand stroking his own cock. "Yeah, such a good slut for my cock." Namjoon grinned too, his fingers curled in Jimin's hair to pull his head back. Namjoon bent over Jimin's back and made his head turn to kiss him. His tongue thrusting into Jimin's mouth mimicking the thrust of his dick. Yoongi join them by sucking Jimin's nipple. And Jimin was literally sobbing, it was too much. "Are you coming?" Namjoon asked, still thrusting hard. "Y-yes, I, fuck, c-can't," Jimin couldn't form a word anymore at this point. Namjoon bent Jimin even more, both of them almost kneeling on the bed. "We're coming together, okay? That is your reward, pup." Namjoon said, and gestured Yoongi. Jimin's head fell back on Namjoon's shoulder as he felt Yoongi's fist around his cock, his grip tight. Jimin's body jerked when Yoongi started to stroke his cock, and Namjoon's cock rubbing his prostate, their hands caressing every skin on his body, their mouth sucking and nipping on his sensitive spots. "S-sir, d-daddy, I'm," Jimin replaced Yoongi's hand with his as Yoongi stopped stroking his cock and shoved his own cock inside Jimin's mouth. And taking it as a cue, Namjoon shouted. "Come, pup! Come now!" "Ahh      ," Jimin gasped as semen splashed unto the bedsheet beneath him. And through it was crying out, wanting his masters to come with him, to be there with him. Yoongi's cock pumped inside him, and the cum was firing up his cock. Jimin instantly felt it in his throat but could taste nothing. By the fourth pump he tasted his cum. It was backing up into his mouth as he gulped madly. Namjoon shivered and spilled over. He shoved his cock deep and kept it there, throbbing inside Jimin as his release washed through him. They made pleasure sounds, moans and sighs, and long groans. "Good boy." Jimin's eyes had already begun to drift closed when Namjoon planted a kiss on his back, and Yoongi combed back his hair.   *****   "So, you went back to your father's company?" "Yeah, my father didn't even know that I quit my job and became school nurse. So I kinda had to." Yoongi pulled a loaf of bread off the top of fridge and shrugged. "You should let Jimin do an internship at your company." Namjoon smiled, but Yoongi narrowed his eyes at him. "No way. You becoming our company lawyer was already annoying enough." "Why? You have your own office. You can make Jimin your assistant." Namjoon grabbed the bread from Yoongi's hand and put it down on the counter. "And make Jimin beg me for an office sex? No thank you." Yoongi scoffed. Jimin will definitely do that. Namjoon grinned playfully, and opened the fridge, seeking out sandwich making materials. "Master, daddy! I'm going to Hoseok hyung's house. Taehyung and Jungkook's gonna be there!" Jimin shouted from bedroom, and from the tone of his voice, they could tell that he was already getting ready. "Bring your phone and come back before dinner!" Namjoon shouted back. "Okay!" Jimin said as he rushed to the kitchen just to give light kisses to his masters, and hurried to the doorway. "And don't have sex with them! We just got tested the other day!" Yoongi shouted before Jimin leaves. "I won't!" Jimin shouted for the last time and they heard the door closed. Yoongi sighed, and narrowed his eyes again when he noticed Namjoon was looking at him, grinning. "So... intern?"   --- The End --- Chapter End Notes OMGG I finally finished this fic!!! I know it's not perfect but I'm just happy that I finished this. Thank you so so so much for all the cheers and compliments! I finished this because of your kind comments(´;ω;`) P.S. I'm just gonna let you imagine what happens next, not gonna make a sequel to this fic. Sorry! End Notes Please leave kudos and comments, I like reading and replying to them;) Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!