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Jimin watched quietly from the sidelines as Hoseok cuddled his submissive. He had only gotten to see the tail end of the scene, his sub for the night having left moments before. The crowd that had watched the dom paddle her was long gone, but Jimin stayed, watching as he dried her tears and rocked her in his lap.
He had a small smile on his face, one of admiration and pride. He loved his community, he loved the acceptance and the honest and the genuine care everyone had for one another. But he still felt sad. Something inside him longed to hold someone like that, to pepper their face with kisses and tell them he was proud of them.
Of course he gave all of his submissives, whether they be clients and stage partners aftercare, but it never felt like enough to him. They were always satisfied, overjoyed even, with his dominance. But Jimin always wished what happened after didn’t leave so soon. He enjoyed dominating, and inflicting pain was something he really loved, but after he couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied by remedying it with a few shallow moments of tenderness and a juice box. Of course, his partners never shared that thought, if they were wanting more aftercare Jimin would gladly give them more. But they didn’t, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was because when those businessmen(who were his key demographic with clients) left Persona, they went back to their families where their wives would cuddle them until they left for work the next morning.
He didn’t think he was in need of aftercare, if that was the case he knew he could guilt Hoseok into letting himself be coddled and squeezed until Jimin soothed his itch. Even Yoongi would allow himself to be pampered if he thought Jimin really needed it. So no, he wasn’t in danger of not enough aftercare. He just craved it.
“You know, for someone who says they’re not a voyeur, you sure stare a lot,” Hoseok commented, quirking a curious brow as the girl slipped off his lap with a giggle and a wave. Jimin returned it kindly, watching as her black hair swished with each step. He felt awful not remembering her name, she was a lovely submissive and a nice person.
“For someone who is openly an exhibitionist, you sure complain about being watched,” he retorted, finally recentering his thoughts and watched as Hoseok shrugged and stood up, his cheeks flushed as if he had been the one bent over and paddled.
“That show was for the newbies, not you,” the orange haired man grinned before he slung a long arm around Jimin’s shoulder as they started to walk down to the inventory hall. Helping run a BDSM club was work , and having free reign to collect and see clients meant doing all sorts of tasks to keep the dungeon up and running.
At least he had Hoseok to keep him company and count condoms.
“That reminds me, how does Yoongi get tonight off and then come here? You know he hates newbie night.”
Yoongi had been one of the first doms Jimin had ever met. He was a casual friend of the man that Jimin had been dating at the time, the man that he unbelievably submitted to. Lovely dom, but Jimin had never really been good at following the leader. Yoongi had just started taking clients professionally, something he struggled with because being such a good dom, the club runners wanted to put him on the floor every newbie night as a good example. It had only lasted a couple months before the man snapped, scowling as a rude man asked why he needed scissors if he was such a good rigger.
Yoongi hadn’t found BDSM in a very positive way, and it made him very protective over the good community he did eventually find. Newbie night meant newcomers that could possibly mess up the perfect ecosystem that Persona had going for it. He didn’t dislike newbies, on the contrary he was glad some people got to experience such a loving environment when they were so new to the scene. He just didn’t have the patience for them.
“Well Namjoon is in the bar for me so he isn’t a DM like usual. They asked Yoongi to keep an eye out since he was coming in to meet Taehyung’s friend,” Hoseok answers, sitting down in a spinning chair once they reached the inventory office, instantly beginning to spin.
“What friend?” Jimin asked, furrowing his brows as he began to sort his paperwork. Taehyung was new to Persona himself, he had only been coming for a few short months. He and Jimin made fast friends, even having a couple scenes together. He was sweet, and enthusiastic. Jimin recognized a lot of his own excitement that he once experienced in Taehyung as he explored his own sexual identity. He trusted Taehyung not to bring anyone potentially harmful to Persona but as far as he was aware, he only had one friend. That was his hermit roommate Jungkook who didn’t take any interest in anything other than his computer and acting like Taehyung’s mother, according to Taehyung of course.
“Jungkook,” Hoseok replied, confirming Jimin’s thoughts but somehow leaving him even more curious. “I guess he has been really stressed out and Taehyung thinks it could help.”
Of course many people de-stressed with BDSM, but Jimin couldn’t help but be skeptical. BDSM was not for everyone.
“Has he tried yoga?” Jimin jokes, causing his older friend to burst into loud laughter.
He continued his paperwork for a few more moments before Hoseok rolled over to him, stretching out his long legs into Jimin’s lap. The younger man rolled his eyes but one of his hands still drifted down to hold at his ankle, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.
“I also hear he is really cute, so if he does have a submissive streak then you should definitely tap that.”
If he looked anything like Taehyung then there was no doubt that he was gorgeous. But the crassness of the sentence made him groan as he shoved Hoseok’s leg off of his lap, watching in glee as he jumped up and yelped, holding his ankle.
“That was rude, ” Hoseok grumbled.
“Rude enough for you to let me do my job?” Jimin asked in reply as he wrote down the numbers from the computer.
“Actually, yes,” he replied with a grumble, gathering up his things to leave before Jimin grabbed at his wrist and tugged him closer.
“Are you angry with me, Hobi-hyung?”
He didn’t look up from where he was writing on his paper, too passive to meet his eyes. But his hands stayed where it was wrapped gently around his wrist, Jimin’s thumb rubbing soothingly over the pulse. He could practically sense the older man softening and soon felt a firm chest against his shoulders as Hoseok hugged him, his orange hair tickling Jimin’s neck.
“Of course not, I just wish you would get out of your shell more.”
He pulled away and walked out of the room before Jimin had the chance to argue. The blonde pulled away from the desk with a frown, the pen in his hand falling to his leather covered lap. He wanted to storm out and grab Hoseok, to tell him that he already was out of his shell. He was friendly, even overly friendly in his own opinion. Sometimes he felt bad for prying so much, but he was entrusted with getting to know everyone that walked in the doors of Persona. Secretly though, he knew exactly what Hoseok had meant. Jimin was well socialized with plenty of people but he never got close to any of them.
Jimin couldn’t do casual. It was something he had already assumed about himself but it was solidified by his last relationship. He didn’t like to dwell on the past but he couldn’t deny the effect it had on his demeanor with meeting other people. Or at least potential submissives. Jimin doubted he would ever be able to have another sub, and he definitely wasn’t going to train them. As much as the thought hurt him of never being able to share that special bond, he knew that it would be for the best. He couldn’t stand to disappoint someone like that again.
The dom quickly lost his motivation for work and looked down at the worksheet with a frown. He had hoped that he could get inventory done early then spend some time mingling before he went home for an early night. That idea was seeming more and more far fetched as he stared down as the sheet. He sighed and grasped the pen from his legs, setting it on the desk as he walked out of the back room. He could finish paperwork later.
As he walked he readjusted his rings, visibly cringing at the heavy weight on his fingers. A few of them he liked, the ones he wore on a daily basis. They were dainty, simple pieces that he picked up in shops when he felt like spoiling himself. But the rest of his fingers were covered in large, gaudy looking things. He knew that most people would kill for jewelry like his. They were expensive, and glamorous, and all gifts from various clients. He only liked to wear them at the club, or when he felt like impressing.
They were thoughtful gifts, ones he was thankful for. He received all sorts of prizes, and he knew that he probably wouldn’t have such a stress free lifestyle if it weren’t for that. While being a professional dominant was lucrative on it’s own, and teaching dance brought in some nice pocket money, a lot of his hobbies and more expensive tastes were funded solely by the opportunities he was given by his clients.
His thoughts were silenced when he collided with another body, sending his small frame falling back until he met the hard floor. Jimin’s face twisted into a scowl and prepared himself to scold whoever had run into him but he was shocked when he looked up.
It was a man, a man that looked like a boy. He still had his eyes trained on the ground where he sat, making no move to stand up. Black hair covered his face from sight like a curtain.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he said and Jimin startled into action at the voice. It sounded so shaky . There was something very much not right here. Jimin instantly jumped into ‘fix this’ mode and stood up, dusting off his leather pants.
He didn’t know why he had held a hand out when the man was perfectly capable of getting up on his own. He also didn’t know why he confessed that he wasn’t paying attention to where he was walking. This hallway was never used, there was no reason for him to be back there, if he was looking for something then there should have been no reason to send Jimin flat on his ass.
But the man seemed sad, and that was one emotion that wasn’t encouraged at Persona.
When he was standing at full height, Jimin nearly stumbled back, not expecting him to be so tall. When he was on the floor he had seemed so tiny. Crumpled up and drowning in the large black button up. The blonde held back a gasp when his head lifted, the sight shocking him.
Jimin was used to attractive people, all of his friends were handsome and not to toot his own horn, but he was quite the looker himself. However this man was beautiful. Wavy black hair flowed down and stopped at his jaw, he had dainty lips that looked bitten red, eyes large and shiny with tears that left tracks down his ruddy cheeks. Even his nose looked like it was crafted by a sculptor, the moles littered across his features seeming like they were hand painted.
But Jimin didn’t like the way his eyes darted around the dark hall, refusing to settle on him. Or the way his lip wobbled as he held back more tears, it was unsettling. Jimin felt the strange urge to wrap the man up and hold him close, to pet down his hair and tell him that everything would be okay. It had to be triggered by how he was feeling earlier, for all Jimin knew, this man was fine and had just had an emotional scene. Just because he wanted someone to look after didn’t mean that he actually needed to.
Still, he couldn’t help himself. “Are you okay?”
The response he received just furthered his worry, the man looking frantic as he attempted to convince Jimin that he was just looking for the bathroom. He held back the urge to frown so outwardly, desperately wanting to scold him for lying. But he couldn’t. This man was not his sub and as much as he hated it, he had every right to lie to someone he didn’t even know. Jimin managed to collect himself, painting on a fake smile and showing him the way.
The blonde hesitated as he turned around to walk away from the bathroom, not feeling quite willing, or ready to leave him. He was new afterall, and it was a rule not to leave newbies alone. If anything he was just making sure that Persona’s reputation wouldn’t be ruined. At least that’s what he attempted to tell himself.
He didn’t know how long he waited for the man to come out, but it had been long enough to make him worry. Still, he forced himself to stay put and not raid the bathroom looking for an upset newbie.
Soon enough, the door opened and he once again was taken aback by the man’s beautiful appearance. The traces of the earlier upset were still visible, but he seemed much more put together as he sheepishly looked from Jimin to the ground and back to him.
The second the words left his mouth he regretted asking them. Asking if he was new only seemed to make the man shrink in on himself and Jimin mentally cursed at the self-deprecating response he received.
“It’s that obvious, right?” The man seemed to attempt to make a joke out of it, laughing as he asked but Jimin deliberately didn’t do the same. He didn’t want to be a part of any sort of piling insecurities the brunette seemed to have.
“Yes, But I also work here and I never forget a face.” He said, tone serious.
This seemed to unsettle the man, causing him to fidget and look even more nervous. Jimin frowned, wanting to reach out to grasp those busy hands and hold them in his own. He appears to think he had done something wrong, which could be a possibility, but Jimin doubted it. He seemed too sweet to deliberately break any serious rule Persona had.
“I’m here with Taehyung. We were sitting with his friends Yoongi and Seokjin in the bar.”
So this was Jungkook. He definitely wasn’t what he had been picturing. Taehyung hadn’t shown him a picture of the man, which now that he knew he was this attractive, mildly upset him. That was overshadowed by the irritation that grew once he realized Jungkook was here, alone, when his escorts knew the rules all too well.
It wasn’t necessarily uncommon for newbies to stray away from whoever brought them into the club, but it was frowned upon. For an employee, and two people who were very active in the club’s community, they should know better. Half of the reason newbies weren’t meant to be on their own without staff being aware was the possibility of them ruining scenes for others, or creating an unsafe environment. Jimin couldn’t quite picture the sweetheart in front of him doing that, but he could see it going the other way around. Persona was good at vetting, and was tight knit enough that predators didn’t really get past their first visit, but there was always a possibility.
When Jimin thought about what could have happened to Jungkook, he felt that wave of protectiveness only grow stronger, but he couldn’t assume.
“They didn’t offer to escort you? Even when you’re clearly upset?” He hadn’t meant for it to sound as outraged and accusatory as it did, these things did happen. He just couldn’t hold back when he was fresh off the feeling of frustration towards his friends for being so careless.
“To be fair, I don’t think they heard me or noticed that I was upset. They all were enjoying themselves and I have a great skill of going unnoticed.” Now that was ridiculous. He didn’t want to give the man any sort of anxiety over confessing to who he was with, but how on Earth did anyone not notice every detail about him?
Jimin hadn’t meant to drag his eyes down so liberally as he took in the sight of the man. He was stunning, nearly ethereal. He was an angel in all black and had they meant in any other circumstances, Jimin definitely would have tried to take him home. The idea of anyone being in his presence and not watching his every move sounded unbelievable. But he wasn’t about to sit there and argue with this man about how going unnoticed just didn’t happen for people like him. Even if he had, Taehyung was bound to be looking for him by now which meant that Jimin had to get him calmed down and ask him exactly why he was bursting into tears.
He had never been more thankful to have his own office until that moment, the idea of comforting the man in such an open environment felt wrong, even if the hallway wasn’t used often. Jungkook followed obediently behind Jimin as the older man took him to his office. Jimin was used to people following his lead, as a generally ambitious and trustworthy person, people often didn’t question him but it still pleased the tiny egocentric part of his brain to see someone he just met trust him like that.
Of course, he didn’t seem to be naive. Jimin hadn’t been necessarily surprised when Jungkook seemed wary to enter the office, looking down at his black boots as he expressed his reluctance. He genuinely didn’t want to offend Jimin by establishing his safety. Initially Jimin found the shyness to be endearing, but he couldn’t deny the concern that bubbled up inside of himself when he thought of the people who would try to take advantage of that sweetness. Jungkook seemed smart enough to call it out, even if it made him temporarily nervous, but still.
Those nerves seemed to fade away slightly when he took the card from Jimin. It wasn’t a business card that Jimin gave out often, only when scoping out potential clients or after workshop demonstrations. He doubted Jungkook would have any use for it after tonight, but it still seemed to put him at ease. Jimin also failed to think before offering out his key to the man. The action was strictly forbidden, and he knew he could be suspended if anyone caught wind of him giving out his office keys to anyone, let alone a newbie, but he couldn’t help but try to comfort him further.
Jimin resisted the urge to drink up the back profile of the man as his long legs carried him over to the white couch. His slender hands rested on his clothes knees where they seemed to pick at the fabric nervously. Jimin knew it was a ridiculous thought but he couldn’t help but visualize the image of those busy hands in cuffed mittens until he broke the nervous habit of fidgeting. It was an adorable habit, but Jimin always liked to push his subs.
The blonde grabbed the mini plastic cups from beside and filled up each one carefully with water. Having something to do instead of fidget would hopefully help put Jungkook at ease enough to let Jimin make him feel safer and get down to what really happened. He set the cup in front of the young man, stepping away to make sure he was giving him space as he drank his own water. He wasn’t even thirsty, but he didn’t want him to feel dotted on.
Taehyung had talked before about Jungkook’s issues. Nothing too extreme, just that he suffered from anxiety and depression, something very common in people who seek out BDSM. Yoongi himself had done the same. Like him, Jungkook loathed being taken care of according to Taehyung. It was a disappointing thing to remember, taking one look at him made Jimin want to wrap him up in a tight embrace and coddle him sick. His body language practically screamed in need of reassurance, of direction. Maybe Jungkook didn’t like it, and Jimin was just projecting, but the man seemed to welcome the mild authority and Jimin didn’t get to where he got in the community by ignoring his instincts.
After all, those who didn’t allow themselves to be taken care of, usually desperately needed it.
The water sat untouched in front of Jungkook, the brunette looking almost dazed and confused. It tugged even further at the worry that buried itself in Jimin’s heart. Many submissives waited for permission from their dominant to do many mundane things. But Jungkook hadn’t asked permission to sit, wasn’t a sub, and even if he was, Jimin wasn’t his dom.
“You can drink that,” he attempted to reassure him. “I did get it for you.”
Jungkook sheepishly let out an apology and took a sip of the drink, wide bambi eyes still avoiding Jimin’s gaze. The older man instantly relaxed when the other took a drink, the dom within him seemed to puff up his chest with pride at the fact that Jungkook was in his office, drinking water when he asked him to. ‘See? We can take care of people!’ it wanted to say, the more... dignified part of his brain was internally humiliated at finding happiness in such a pointless task. Regardless of which part of himself seemed to take over though, he still couldn’t help how endeared he was by the man in front of him.
Jungkook, what an enigma he was. He was tall, muscular, seemed to favor black(though that could be the dress code, Jimin reminded himself) but he had such a small demeanor. Sweet, soft, and meek. His strong jaw held such a pretty face, and broad shoulders were hunched in a way that showed off the sensual curve of his slim throat. He was delicate, in a way that was so much more than ‘feminine’ or ‘masculine’.
Not to mention his personality. He had to looks to be, quite frankly, an asshole and get away with it. But instead he was sweet. Shy, and careful. Looking out for his friend, even when said friend broke the rules. Trusting of Jimin, but hesitant to get too close. Doesn’t like to be looked after, but embraces it so whole-heartedly.
“Uhm, why am I here?” The question startled Jimin out of his thoughts, face feeling hot over the fact that he had definitely been staring at the man in front of him for quite sometime now.
“I just wanted to give you a moment to collect yourself. Did something happen out there?” Back down to business, Jimin. Enough daydreaming.
The man looked mortified . Jimin had to squeeze a fist together just to hold back from reaching out to comfort him. He wanted desperately to reassure him, to say there was nothing to be embarrassed about or scared of. As renowned as Jimin was in the Seoul BDSM community, there was no reason to be nervous around him.
“Nothing happened, I just got overwhelmed like usual. I’m okay, I can go back to Taehyung. I’m sure you have more important things to be doing than to be playing babysitter.”
The words felt like a smack to Jimin’s face. He hadn’t even said anything to offend him, but the words still hurt. Jimin did have important things to do, things he couldn’t accomplish by sitting here talking to Jungkook, but they weren’t less important. Jimin took such responsibility over everyone that he came in contact with at the club, even dominants that were more experienced than him. Everyone deserves to be looked after.
Of course Jungkook didn’t know much about this world he stepped into, but it hurt that he would think Jimin would just dump him off and let him figure it out. It was as if he expected it.
He didn’t know what came over him when he moved the coffee table away and crouched in front of Jungkook. Their faces were mere inches apart. Jungkook’s wide eyes were solely trained on Jimin’s, and for the first time he was giving him proper eye contact. Jimin had the strong desire to hold his chin between his fingers to make sure it stayed that way, but of course he responsibly held back.
“You’re my highest priority right now,” he said, watching as Jungkook blinked back with surprise. Jimin half expected him to respond, to say that was ridiculous. But he stayed silent, allowing the older man to continue. “I finished my scene a long while ago, newbie nights are sort of made for us higher ups to walk around and get to know people. You aren’t disturbing me at all. Anyone who I see in this building automatically is my responsibility. Especially when they are escorted by someone who has subbed for me.”
Jungkook still looked mildly shocked by the fact that Jimin refused to throw him to the wolves. Despite this new territory of someone looking out for him though, he seemed a million times more calm. When Jimin held out a hand for him, he instantly took it. Something deep inside Jimin’s heart ached at the action. He trusted Jimin so blindly, just because he had shown him a little bit of care. He couldn’t imagine how much he craved it, but denied himself of it for some reason and made friends like Taehyung think he wouldn’t like it.
Jimin felt bad about the annoyance that filled him when he saw the table of his friends at the bar. He didn’t like to be upset with them, they always meant well, and Jungkook was ultimately responsible for himself. But he still couldn’t imagine being so careless around a newbie that he simply… forgot they were there. Let alone a friend.
Taehyung was easily the worst off, Jimin could tell by the slurring of his words and the way he stumbled as he redistributed his weight on the stool. Not to mention the pink flush of his cheeks and the empty glasses on the table. Taehyung was certifiably wasted. It wasn’t a sight he had seen often, Taehyung had only ever gotten properly drunk at Persona once. It was when he first started coming and clearly was trying to cover his nerves with alcohol. It was understandable to feel those same feelings bringing in an outsider, but still no excuse.
He couldn’t keep the cold tone out of his voice when he explained he ran into Jungkook alone. It was clear that Taehyung had already caught onto his mistake, the boxy smile dimming slightly on his face.
“Hi, are you angry Hyung?” The question made him soften a bit towards the man, recognizing the disappointment. Taehyung and Jimin hadn’t had much chemistry in their scenes. Both of them enjoyed it, but it was clear that they simply weren’t compatible outside the occasional puppy play when Taehyung’s dominatrix of choice stayed home for the night. He still had a soft spot for him though, he was a ball of kindness and good intentions. Jimin knew they were the same age, but the title was always natural between them. Maybe the two and a half months he had over him did matter.
“I’m more disappointed.” Jimin felt bad saying it, but Taehyung needed to know that his carelessness was unacceptable. He adored the man, but he wasn’t about to endanger anyone in his community over his bending of the rules. “You know how things work here, if you bring a newbie you have to stay with them.”
Jungkook, who Jimin was unable to ignore, looked more distraught by the second. Every ounce of calmness that was carefully curated by Jimin in the last thirty minutes was draining rapidly. Clearly the idea of Taehyung getting in trouble bothered him, especially since he was involved. Jimin once again had to hold back from comforting him, wanting nothing more than to pull him into his lap and explain that it wasn’t his fault.
Thankfully though, that guilt fest was brought to an end by Taehyung apologizing when Jungkook attempted to defend him. “I should have paid closer attention and I definitely should have called or looked for you and tried harder to figure out where you were at. I know I’m safe here and the idea that you wouldn’t be didn’t cross my mind. It was selfish and I’m sorry.”
It was laying it on a little thick, but Taehyung seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Jungkook looked taken aback by the apology, frowning to himself with furrowed brows. He seemed genuinely confused as to why there was any issue. Did he really think that little of himself and his safety? He was just crying in the bathroom. Jimin frowned himself at the thought, but that was quickly taken away when Jungkook hugged Taehyung.
The younger man was taller than Taehyung, as the switch was sitting. But instead of pulling his friend to stand up, he simply bent his knees down and curled his shoulders in to fit against his chest. It was almost comical to see him shrink down so much to snuggle under his chin. The blonde dom hid his smile against his wrist as he watched the affectionate gesture. Jungkook clearly seemed wary, even if he was the one to initiate it, as if the physical contact was foreign to him, or too intimate to be seen even in a BDSM club.
“We should have kept a better eye on him,” Seokjin said quietly. Jimin could see the regret on his face.
“Yes, you should have. We’ll talk about this later.” At that Seokjin wilted even further, knowing that meant talking to Namjoon about it. Namjoon was strict about club rules, and while the dom was generally the softest one Jimin had ever met, he knew Seokjin would be in for quite the punishment.
Yoongi, seemed completely calm however. He had been completely sober, too. While there was no excuse for anyone letting Jungkook out of their sight, in Jimin’s opinion Yoongi and Taehyung were the most at fault. Considering Yoongi’s caution towards newbies and general protectiveness due to his early BDSM experiences, Jimin would have thought he would have sent out a search party.
The two dominants met a gaze over the table, Jimin’s mouth open to scold him as well but the older man shook his head, mouthing an elusive ‘later’. While no one liked to be scolded, Yoongi rarely shied away from conflict. The action confuses Jimin even further but nodded.
“Thank you for taking care of Jungkook,” Taehyung said, his tone filled with mischief. Jimin’s head snapped back to the duo, the older of which was looking over his friend’s head with a wiggle of his brows. The dom rolled his eyes, fighting back a grin.
His eyes trailed to where Taehyung’s fingers were buried in Jungkook’s hair. His long fingers twisted and twirled the strands before massaging at his scalp, actions flowing in comforting rhythm. Jungkook melted under the touch, Jimin was actually nervous his legs would give out. He reacted like an animal at a shelter would, soaking up each bit of affection he was given. Couldn’t Taehyung see how much Jungkook craved this? Being looked after? Maybe he just wasn’t the one to do it.
“Of course. Though I do wish you would keep a better eye on your friends, Pup,” he said teasingly, forcing himself to keep his tone light.
Seconds after the words left him Jungkook bolted up, and suddenly Jimin was faced with wide, dark eyes and a shocked expression. Christ, everytime Jimin thought he was learning to handle how precious he was, he had to be faced with him again.
“You dommed Taehyung? But, he’s straight!” The words sounded distraught, and Jimin had to fight back the laugh that threatened to bubble up in his throat. Instead he grinned, raising a brow. Oh, he could have fun with this.
“That hardly has to do with anything,” Yoongi replied and Jimin almost wanted to sneer at how he ruined what could have been a very fun lie to Jimin.
“We didn’t have sex. Didn’t even kiss. It was just an appointment I made here after I visited the first time,” Taehyung said, no doubt giving Jimin a glare to warn him not to scar Jungkook for life. Pfft, as if he would ever.
“I know that you can’t have full sex, but like, isn’t there some sort of sexual contact?”
That assumption was one that Jimin couldn’t be mad at, it was what a lot of people assumed. Jimin loved the sexual aspect to BDSM, but it was disappointing when that’s all someone wanted. Of course, many people were like that, Seokjin included. Which there was nothing wrong with, but Jimin always craved a little more. He liked the subtle acts of dominance, the underrated and unspoken details that made him feel in control and like he was taking care of someone. It’s what made him so happy about having clients he could establish dominance over without full, penetrative sex.
“There could be. Sometimes my subs will achieve orgasm. Sometimes they get to experience subspace. But the vast, vast majority of my scenes aren’t sexual in any way, shape or form. Even if they’re undressed,” Jimin explained mildly, he tried not to jump at the opportunity to ramble on as he knew he did when he got excited. He always liked to teach new people about submission, especially sweethearts like Jungkook that he knew wouldn’t get irritated with him.
“If?” Jungkook asked, a confused pout on his lips. He was so endearing, so cute. Jimin could hardly handle it.
He opened his mouth to explain but was interrupted by Namjoon bringing over more drinks. Jimin partially wanted to tell Namjoon to slow down on the alcohol, side eyeing Taehyung where he was definitely going to be hungover in the morning. He was distracted by the sight of Jungkook, though. The younger man’s lips were tilted down just so , as if he wasn’t sure he actually wanted it.
Jimin didn’t know what came over him when he reached over the table to grab at the glass. Jungkook looked up, surprised, but made no objection. It was something Jimin did occasionally to test his subs, to tempt them with something they could want, and take it for himself. It was the smallest test of obedience they was, but it gave him a thrill each time. He never tried it on strangers, never cared to. He hadn’t even consciously decided to do it to Jungkook, but here he was. Jimin felt warmth creep inside of him as Jungkook didn’t even flinch, no longing in his eyes, just a moment of shock and then acceptance.
As he thought over his response, he considered that Jungkook really did seem to have no idea about the lengths that someone could be dominated. Desire twisted inside of him in a short moment as he considered all the ways he’d like to see Jungkook submit, even fully clothed.
“Oh baby, I could have you in tears before you take off a single thread.” The response was bold, and much more forward that Jimin ever was at the club. He rarely had to try to get anyone’s attention, his nights typically fully booked without lifting a finger. Not to mention, it was a little less..clinical than how scenes were usually organized in his experience.
But it was so worth it . Jungkook flushed the prettiest pink color, his eyes instantly darting down to the ground. Jimin desperately wanted to demand that he meet his gaze, but of course he couldn’t. He still silently revelled in the pleasure of getting him so flustered.
Suddenly though, his pretty distraction stood, seeming to look for something as Taehyung slid on his jacket. Jimin frowned at the sight, the realization dawned on him. He didn’t want this man to leave. There was so much he had yet to learn about him. Jimin hadn’t been this interested in getting to know someone in a long time, maybe ever. Jimin’s thoughts momentarily went to that face he hadn’t seen in so long, and hoped to not see anytime soon. He instantly pushed it away though, he had only met Jungkook an hour ago but he knew he was far sweeter naturally than Iseul ever tried to be.
The brunette lowered his head to wish Jimin a goodbye. “Thank you for your help, Jimin-ssi.”
The term startled something inside of Jimin. He had heard Jungkook use ‘hyung’ with the other men as he said goodbye, but then seemed to chicken out from doing so with Jimin. The older man’s eyes were tempted to narrow as he considered whether he was waiting for permission, or whether he was taunting him.
Either way, he chose to return the sentiment. “Jungkook-ssi.”
Jimin, once again surprised himself by offering to escort the two men out. It was a courtesy he offered to plenty of the women from the club, and even his subs occasionally but never two grown men that would have been perfectly fine getting to their car. But it looks like Jimin was having a night full of firsts.
Taehyung took off in front of the group, and Jimin felt bad for thinking about it, but he was thankful. He didn’t want to let Jungkook go yet without learning more about what ran through his pretty head.
“So what made you interested in coming tonight?”
“Taehyung forced me,” Jungkook rushed out, and the blonde frowned. That wasn’t right. Thankfully he was saved from giving yet another lecture, as the younger man backtracked. “Not like that. I wanted to come, but it was his idea. I sort of don’t leave our apartment, ever. I think he felt bad.”
Now that sounded something more like the picture he had in his head of the brunette before he met him, not the god-like beauty standing beside him. “I think you coming helps him too.”
It was clear Jungkook didn’t believe his kind words, brow raised and clearly on the verge of laughter. Jimin couldn’t help himself as he playfully shoved the other. “Don’t look at me like that!”
Jimin laughed happily and continued. “It’s hard not having someone in your vanilla life that you can talk to about stuff like this. He obviously thinks you're an open minded person, and kind enough to go into a space he values and respect it.”
It was true, Jimin sometimes hated that he couldn’t share such an important part of his life so openly. It was for the best, but sometimes it got lonely. Thankfully he had a large enough support group at Persona, his now closest friends being in the scene.
“I’ll always support him, I’ve always taken care of him, ” He whispered quietly, a smile that didn’t seem very genuine playing on his lips. “I’m starting to think he doesn’t need me to anymore though.”
“Why is that a bad thing?” Jimin couldn’t stop the question from leaving his lips, wincing mentally when he realized how personal that could be. The last thing he wanted to do was make Jungkook close up.
“It’s not!” He rushed out, defense in his tone. “I’m happy for him. I just mean, I’m kind of useless if I can’t take care of him or help him somehow. Then there really isn’t much reason for him to want me around.”
Ah, there it is . Jungkook was a classic case of needing to be needed to feel safe. Jimin frowned at the thought, recognizing the pattern in himself instantly. The only difference was, Jimin didn’t really feel the need to be taken care of. Jungkook clearly craved it. He was denying his own needs out of fear that it would make him a liability. The notion broke Jimin’s heart.
He wanted to say how much he understood, and how Jungkook deserved better. But alas he only got the man’s name out before Taehyung interrupted, breaking the tension as he pulled at his passenger door. Jungkook gave Jimin a sheepish look, clearly still embarrassed as he unlocked the car with the key fob.
Jimin instantly walked over to the passenger side of the car and leaned to buckle Taehyung into his seat. Another habit he had when it came to taking care of people. He could feel Jungkook’s heavy gaze on him as he did so, and suddenly felt bashful. He pulled away and shut the door before rounding the car to stand in front of the brunette.
“Drive safe, Jungkook-ssi,” He said quietly, wanting nothing more than for that not to be the end of things. He nearly forced himself to turn away and walk back to the club, only relaxing once he was far enough away not to hear his car leave.
Yoongi stood against the wall of the building, a lit cigarette trapped between his fingers as he examined Jimin heavily.
“I really didn’t see him leave, I asked someone at another table where he might have gone and they said they saw you take him into your office. I should have texted you, but I knew if he was with you that he was safe. You know I would have gone looking for him, right?” Yoongi said with a frown, taking a drag of the cigarette before holding it out to the other man.
The weight of the night must have been clear on his face if Yoongi was offering to smoke him out. Everyone knew that Jimin didn’t smoke, and rarely drank. But Yoongi knew that sometimes everyone broke their own rules.
“I know,” Jimin sighed, bringing the cigarette to his plush lips. “I was just worried. You should have seen him, Hyung.”
“He’s lost,” The older dom agreed thoughtfully, taking the cigarette back and quirking his lips into a smirk when he heard Jimin cough. “Even I could see how he reacted to receiving direction. It’s always sad to see someone crave something they need so badly, I think Taehyung knew that too.”
The dominant finally finished his cigarette, stubbing it out on the standing ashtray by the door before he walked back into the club without another word. One of the things Jimin loved about Yoongi was his ability to observe and understand. He didn’t need to figure people out, he just watched them and ended up knowing all he needed to know. It made him an amazing judge of character, something Jimin wished he had a little bit more of.
He thought back to his words, and how they matched up with everything he had seen in Jungkook that night. How careful he was, how thoughtful. He seemed so ashamed to accept help, but the moment he was encouraged to do so, he reacted beautifully. It was endlessly confusing, much like the rest of him. But Jimin always did enjoy mysteries.
He was so genuinely shocked by the care Jimin had given him, he didn’t even seem to know how to react. It was as if no one in his life had looked out for him.
Well not anymore, Jimin thought to himself. I’m gonna take care of you.