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Jimin has had a shitty day. He loves to his job, really, but today Hoseok wasn’t feeling well so Jimin taught both classes, and one of the students kept getting on his nerves. He accidentally dropped his phone in the locker room and now there’s a jagged crack on the previously perfect screen. Plus, he’s exhausted from a late night of planning a new routine. It’s colder outside than he thought it would be and his jacket isn’t warm enough to keep the chill out. All he wants to do is get out of his sweaty dance clothes and shower, and then eat whatever he can smell that Jungkook made for dinner.
He sighs, dropping his bag by the door and kicking his shoes off, padding down the hall towards the kitchen, where he can hear Jungkook humming quietly, and the sizzle of something frying. Jimin smiles despite his mood, turning the corner to see Jungkook plating some stir-fry.
“What’d I do to get this lucky,” he says, and Jungkook glances over, grinning. Jimin slides up behind him, wrapping his arms around the younger’s waist. He presses his lips against Jungkook’s neck, laughing when he tips his head back.
“Hey, hyung.”
“Hey, Jungkookie. Looks delicious.”
Jungkook nods, lightly pushing Jimin towards the table. “Go sit down, it’s almost done.”
Jimin does, dropping into his seat and Jungkook scoops some rice into a bowl before setting it in front of him. He grabs his own food and sits, chopsticks already in the vegetables. “How was your day?” Jungkook says, before taking a mouthful.
Jimin scowls, the illusion of comfort gone. “Terrible.”
Jungkook raises his eyebrows sympathetically. “What happened?”
“Everything,” Jimin grumbles, sullenly stabbing a piece of kimchi. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Are you sure?” Jungkook looks unsure, caught between pressing for answers or dropping it, and Jimin shakes his head.
“Yeah. Maybe later.”
“Okay,” Jungkook says, still a little uneasy. “I-”
“How was yours?” Jimin interrupts, changing the subject.
“Oh!” The younger smiles wide, and Jimin tries not to feel bitter. “It was great! Namjoon hyung brought me lunch, and then looked over my project. He said it was perfect and then sent me home early.” Jungkook looks eager and proud and Jimin hopes his smile seems genuine enough.
“Yeah? Of course it was, my talented Jungkookie. What was it for?”
Jungkook goes off about his work, beaming, and Jimin nods when appropriate. He’s unfocused though, trying to stifle the tinge of jealousy.
They finish dinner and Jungkook clears the table. Jimin heads to their room, dropping his clothes on the bed before going to the bathroom and turning the shower on as hot as he can stand. He hears Jungkook open the door, peering into the steamy room.
“Hyung?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you feeling any better?”
“Um,” Jimin responds, staring at water droplets running down the tile. “Not really.”
“Okay,” Jungkook says, hovering in the doorframe. “Is there anything I can do?”
Maybe, Jimin thinks, he just has to relieve the pent-up stress. He peeks out from the curtain, making eye contact with Jungkook, and then takes a deep breath.
“Get undressed and get on the bed,” he finally says, switching to the voice he uses when he wants Jungkook to understand that the mood has changed; Jimin is starting a scene.
“Oh,” Jungkook breathes, eyes wide.
“ Now .” The younger hesitates for a moment longer before Jimin looks at him. “Jungkook? Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook says after a moment, nodding. “It’s okay. I’ll be ready.”
Jimin watches him go. He knows that it’s not really okay to start a scene just because he’s frustrated and wants to get his anger out somehow, but he dismisses the worry. It’ll be fine. Jungkook said it was okay.
He doesn’t bother pulling on any clothes after getting out of the shower, wrapping his towel loosely around his waist and swinging the door to the bedroom open. Jungkook’s sitting on the bed, legs crossed, naked, just as Jimin had asked.
Jimin grins, proud even though he’s still in a sour mood. “Ah, Jungkookie. Good boy.”
Jungkook looks up at him and smiles, a slight twist of his lips. Something flickers through his eyes when Jimin approaches, something uneasy. He sits up. “Hyung?”
“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin says, tugging his towel off and dropping it onto the floor. “You’re gonna be good for me, right? Listen to hyung?”
“Yes,” Jungkook says quietly, falling easily into his headspace.
“Good. Hyung had a bad day today,” he murmurs, stroking a path up Jungkook’s leg. “So you should be on your best behaviour.” He’s not completely sure what the mood of the scene is yet,
so he settles down in front of Jungkook, looking at him carefully. “And what happens if you decide to disobey?”
Jungkook takes a moment before answering, “I’ll be punished.”
“Okay,” Jimin responds, “and you know the rules, right?” Silence, obedience, and whatever else Jimin orders.
The younger chews on the inside of his cheek for a second before saying, “yeah yeah, I know. Let’s move on.”
His head whips to the side and a loud crack echoes through the room when Jimin slaps him, and he gasps, catching on an inhale. Jimin flexes his hand, hiding a grin, watching red bloom on the younger’s cheek. He knows Jungkook likes the surprise, likes the sting of pain. “What have I told you,” he says sternly, “about talking back to me? Come on, Jungkookie, you know better than that.” He lightly soothes the irritated skin, and Jungkook barely suppresses a flinch. He presses his lips together, the corner of his lips twitching up in a ghost of a smile and Jimin nods. “That’s it, Jungkook-ah. Now behave, okay?”
Jungkook almost rolls his eyes before Jimin raises his hand again. “I’ll be good,” he says finally, staring up at the older.
Jimin knows it’s likely that Jungkook will break the rules again, but that’s the game they play. Maybe it’s good that he will; after all, that’s what Jimin wants. To be in control and not have to hold back.
Jungkook watches him apprehensively as he slides off the bed to kneel by the bedside table, pulling the bottom drawer out and setting the simple shoebox that holds all their toys next to Jungkook.
Jimin thinks over what he’s in the mood for, what he wants to play with, and sorts through the collection of gags and blindfolds, the collars that Jungkook wears when he’s feeling particularly submissive, clamps, rings, everything. He grabs a black leather collar, lined with felt, and hands it to Jungkook, who obediently clasps it around his throat, a perfect contrast with his skin. Jimin tosses a length of rope onto the bed, accompanied by a gag and blindfold.
When he finally puts the box away and looks at Jungkook, the younger shifts whatever expression he had been wearing to a cocked eyebrow and the hint of a smirk.
“That’s-”
The next hit lands hard on his thigh, and Jungkook jolts, voice cutting off. Jimin takes hold of his wrists and yanks them above his head with one hand, using the other to get the rope. “Brat,” he says, pulling until Jungkook’s expression twists, and then looping the rope around his forearms and up to his wrists, anchoring him to the headboard. The knot is almost maybe too tight and digs into Jungkook’s skin, but he doesn’t complain so Jimin moves on. “Couldn’t keep your mouth shut for even five minutes, hmm? That’s not being good. And you even promised you would,” he continues casually, bringing the gag to Jungkook’s mouth and shoving it between his teeth, careful not to pull on his hair when he knots it behind his head. Jimin knows that Jungkook doesn’t always like being both blind and mute and waits for just a moment to see if he’ll say stop before securing the blindfold over his eyes, making sure there are no holes where even the smallest amount of light could get through.
“There we go,” he finally says, satisfied. “What a pretty baby. All mine to do what I want with, all spread out and helpless for me.” He trails a hand down Jungkook’s chest, feeling it expand when the younger inhales sharply through the gag. He makes a stifled sound, and Jimin laughs. “That’s it, Jungkookie,” he purrs, pinching one of his nipples and tugging, grinning as Jungkook groans deep in his throat, back arching into Jimin’s hand. “Always so sensitive.”
He doesn’t bother warming the lube up before he smears it on his fingers and between Jungkook’s cheeks, giggling again when he jerks, unable to see Jimin’s position between his legs. He eases one then two fingers into his entrance, giving him barely any time to adjust. A press against his prostate makes Jungkook squirm, whines muffled by the gag.
“Now,” Jimin says, fucking three fingers into him, “that you’re all tied up, I’m gonna use you,” he hisses in Jungkook’s ear, hearing the catch in his breath and then the tensing of his shoulders. “And you’re gonna be good and take it, baby. Rough and hard, just how you like it, hmm? I’m so lucky to have you,” he hums, withdrawing his hand so fast it leaves Jungkook’s entrance gaping and open. The younger tries to curl up, pulling at the ropes and Jimin pushes him back down. “Stop it. Be good and I’ll let you come tonight, okay?”
Jungkook doesn’t react for the first time, chest heaving, and Jimin rolls his eyes. “Brat,” he mutters, withdrawing from touching him at all. Jungkook’s head twists, almost like he’s trying to find Jimin in the dark. He makes a silly little squeak, and Jimin leans over him to whisper right next to him, “I’m right here, Jungkookie.” He pulls away before Jungkook can catch him, looking for a kiss. “Good boys behave, right?”
It takes just a moment too long for Jungkook to nod, lips stretched around the gag. There’s something a little bit off about his expression, but he hasn’t snapped his fingers yet. So Jimin continues, pushing Jungkook’s legs up towards his shoulders, sliding his cock between his cheeks. “I’m gonna fuck you until you’re crying, Jungkook-ah.” He tenses, pulling just a little on the ropes keeping him tied up. His jaw clenches around the gag.
Jimin pushes into him, groaning. He closes his eyes, sinking further into Jungkook until he bottoms out, walls tight around him. “Damn,” he grits, “so fucking tight today, Jungkookie. So- so fucking good. So good for hyung.”
Jungkook tosses his head back against the pillows, and Jimin dips down to suck the skin of his neck between his teeth until there’s a dark spot blooming against his Adam"s apple. The younger moans, sound muffled by the fabric.
The stress of the day finally builds, reaching a tipping point and Jimin growls, fucking into Jungkook with abandon, eyes closing. He tenses up, back arching, and Jimin pushes harder on his shins until Jungkook is practically bent in half, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck. Jimin sits back, looking down to where they’re joined, Jungkook’s entrance stretched around his cock. The slick sounds of their skin meeting fills Jimin’s ears until it’s all he can hear. The tension swells until his thighs burn, thrusting into Jungkook as hard and fast as he can, fingers digging into his shins. “Fuck,” he says, letting the frustration and anger from earlier translate into chasing pleasure, wet heat surrounding his cock and making his head swim. “So- ‘s so good, baby,” He forces his eyes open to see Jungkook splayed out beneath him so beautifully, cheeks rosy. He catches sight of a tear streaking down his face and dips down to lick it away, lips brushing against Jungkook’s skin. He twists his head towards Jimin, panting harshly around the gag. He quivers, and Jimin kisses the tip of his nose.
“Aww, don’t cry, messy baby.” Jungkook clenches around him and Jimin huffs, still thrusting into his pliant body. “You’re being so good, hmm? So good for helping hyung.”
Jungkook makes another strangled sound and shakes his head, legs tense. Jimin groans, eyes closing again, until he’s suddenly yanked back into the room at the weak sound of fingers snapping. His head jerks up, eyes darting up to Jungkook’s wrists, to his middle finger and thumb pressed together. “Jungkook,” he gasps, scrambling to undo the rope. “Jungkookie.” He carefully undoes the blindfold, tossing it across the room, and pulls at the gag until it falls. “Jungkook? Baby, Jungkookie, talk to me.” He brings his hands up to Jungkook’s face, wiping away a tear, and then another. The younger is breathing hard, eyes opening. Jimin waits for him to focus, to meet Jimin’s gaze; as soon as he does Jungkook starts crying more, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Jungkook,” Jimin says again, forcing himself to stay calm. He doesn’t know exactly what happened but Jungkook used their signal and it’s Jimin’s fault. “Jungkook, talk to me.”
The younger shakes his head, arms weakly raising to cover his face. Jimin slowly pulls out, still hard, wincing at the sudden change. Jungkook groans, muffled by his forearms. Jimin lets him hide but draws him into his chest, shifting them until Jungkook is close and safe, wrapped in Jimin’s grasp. He’s still struggling for even breaths, and his face is pressed against Jimin’s sweat-slick chest.
“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin murmurs, cradling his head. “It’s okay. It’s alright. I’m here. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.” He reaches for the blanket at the foot of the bed, pulling it up and over Jungkook. “Can you tell me what happened, baby?”
“I,” Jungkook finally manages, and Jimin can feel his mouth move. “I’m- I’m sorry.”
Jimin shakes his head but doesn’t argue. Not yet. Jungkook’s too into his headspace to listen right now. He waits.
Jungkook takes a deep breath before continuing. “I’m sorry I ruined it, hyung. I- I just wanted to be good. You were so stressed, and I wanted to help. I just-” he presses closer, and Jimin rests his chin on top of his head. “It was just too much. The… the everything. Was just too much.”
Jimin hums, throat tight. He pushes past the guilt. “You didn’t ruin anything. I always want to know if you’re okay. Thank you for telling me to stop,” he says, rubbing Jungkook’s back. “But I want you to tell me as soon as you feel uncomfortable, baby.” Jungkook nods, about to say something. Jimin shushes him. “You don’t have to feel bad. Do you want hyung to get you anything? Anything you want, Jungkookie.”
“Can we… can we stop? For now?”
Jimin resists the urge to roll his eyes. “Of course. Do you want a bath?” He waits until Jungkook nods again to scoop him up, stumbling just a bit trying to get off the bed without letting go of him. The journey to the bathroom is a struggle because Jungkook is much bigger than Jimin but he manages. The room fills with jasmine-scented steam from the bath salt that Jimin sprinkled into the warm water, making sure it’s the perfect temperature. Jungkook is practically stuck to his side the whole time, arms wrapped around his shoulders.
“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin says, glancing down at him. “You need to let go of me so we can get into the bathtub.”
“No,” Jungkook whines, shaking his head. He’s somewhere deep in subspace, craving the contact and reassurance. Jimin chuckles.
“Baby, I can’t get you into the tub until you let me. It’ll be quick, don’t worry.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Jungkook takes the smallest step back, arms sliding off of Jimin and wrapping around himself. Jimin quickly finishes getting ready, grabbing two of their fluffiest towels and setting them right next to the tub. He gestures to Jungkook, sliding into the hot water and letting the younger fit himself against his chest, sighing.
“Jungkook-ah,” he says after a few minutes, rubbing soothing circles into Jungkook’s hips. Jungkook hums, still a little distant. “Can you tell me about what happened?”
He frowns, turning his head into Jimin’s neck. “Don’t wanna.”
“I need you to tell me, baby,” Jimin presses gently, “so that you can feel better. Please, Jungkookie. Talk to me.”
Jungkook refuses to look at him, eyes closed. He lets Jimin run his fingers through his hair for a moment before speaking. “I was just… you were so frustrated earlier, and I really wanted to help and make you feel better. I didn’t- I didn’t say anything because I thought that I could take it. I didn’t want to tell you that I really didn’t want to be all tied up and unable to touch you. And it was fine, for a while. Mostly.”
“You have to tell me when you don’t want to do something, baby,” Jimin says, spreading some shampoo on his hands to massage Jungkook’s scalp. “No matter what.”
The younger is silent, staring down at his lap. Jimin pokes him lightly, kissing his neck. “Jungkookie?”
“I know, hyung,” he finally says, voice small. “I’m sorry. I should have told you.”
“I should be the one apologizing.” Jimin scoops up water to rinse the soap off, careful to keep it out of Jungkook’s eyes. “I knew that you aren’t always a fan of being blindfolded. I was being selfish. I was just thinking about myself. I should have asked you, baby. Don’t apologize,” he says firmly when Jungkook opens his mouth. “Just relax, okay? Let hyung take care of you.” He finishes getting the shampoo out of Jungkook’s hair and reaches for the soap to start on his chest, loofah soft and gentle. “But we aren’t done talking about this, alright?”
Jungkook nods, head tipping back to rest on Jimin’s shoulder, turning to seek out a kiss. Jimin indulges him, lips soft against his. He keeps it chaste, slow, and unhurried. The water grows tepid around them, fingers pruning.
Eventually Jimin pulls the drain, turning on the shower for a last rinse with Jungkook against his hip. He sets him down on the toilet seat after wrapping him in a towel, making sure that it’s sung around him. He takes another and ruffles Jungkook’s hair until he giggles.
“Let’s go eat, Jungkookie,” he says, helping him into a pair of sweatpants and one of Jimin’s sweaters. “What do you want?”
“I want… pork belly.”
Jimin laughs. “Baby, that’s going to take a long time to make. Are you sure?”
“I want it now,” he whines, pouting, and Jimin chuckles again.
“I can’t control how fast the meat cooks, Jungkookie.”
The younger chews on his lip, leaning against Jimin’s chest. “Fine. Then… fried rice.”
“Okay,” Jimin says, maneuvering them towards the kitchen. “Fried rice it is.” He makes Jungkook sit at the table while he reheats the food even though he complains. He’s cute all wrapped up and soft, sniffling occasionally while watching Jimin from his spot.
“Feed me?” He asks, lower lip wobbling, and how could Jimin say no? So he gives Jungkook bites of rice and vegetables from his chopsticks. Jungkook moans happily, licking his lips after each mouthful. It’s dark by the time they finish, bowl scrapped clean. Jungkook yawns, tipping into Jimin’s side. “I wanna go to bed, hyung,” he mumbles.
Jimin hums, making sure Jungkook finishes his water before heading towards the bedroom. He gets Jungkook in bed first and turns the lights off, crawling in next to the younger. “Jungkook-ah?”
“Yeah?”
“How’re you feeling?”
“Good, hyung,” Jungkook mumbles, snuggling closer. Jimin guesses he’s still a little bit out of it, a little bit sluggish. “Tired.”
“Okay. One last thing, Jungkookie.”
“Mm?”
“I love you, baby. So much. Don’t ever forget, okay? How much I love you and want only the best for you.”
Jungkook whines, sniffling. “That’s so cheesy, hyung.” He’s quiet for a minute and Jimin wonder’s if he’s fallen asleep. Then, “I love you too, Jiminie.”
And, Jimin thinks, kissing the skin just behind Jungkook’s ear, even though things went so wrong and he made such an awful mistake, maybe it was better than Jimin taking it all out through sex. Maybe he needed to stop and just take care of Jungkook for a while. It’s gonna take some more work for him to feel like he’s made it up to Jungkook but all he really wants is to make sure that he understands how much Jimin loves him and never, ever wants to hurt him.
And that’s the most important thing in the end.