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Jung Hoseok hated that he was running later than he’d expected. He didn’t like being late for anything but when he was coming to the club, and especially when he knew that there were people expecting him, he hated it more. He preferred to be in a specific mindset when he came to Mirrou , but he had been at work substantially later than he had expected, and he’d barely had time to shower and change before hastily hailing down a taxi. It was good that he was a regular at the club, meaning he didn’t need to wait around at the door for long and didn’t have any type of fee he needed to pay before he was slipping in and checking his phone one last time before handing it over the counter. He had a message from Kim Namjoon, letting him know that they’d arrived and would see him soon, which was sent fifteen minutes ago, and Hoseok winced slightly.
He hoped that he wasn’t going to disturb anything too much as he spoke with the worker behind the counter, who waved him through to a long hallway rather than through to the main lounge. Hoseok dipped his head in a bow as he stalked down the hallway, familiar with the dim blue lighting on either side, and the closed doors on either side of him that weren’t quite completely soundproof. He reached the last door and tapped his knuckles against it twice, making sure to do it quietly, and was relieved when Kim Seokjin opened it quickly.
“Hey, hyung,” Hoseok murmured, his voice hushed.
“They’re just starting,” Seokjin’s voice was just as quiet as he jerked his head back. Hoseok nodded and stepped inside, his eyes needing to adjust to the even darker lighting in the room, except for where the bed was on a slightly raised platform with several men. Hoseok followed after Seokjin, quickly sitting down on the smaller couch while Seokjin, Namjoon and Park Jimin were on the longer one beside him—although technically Jimin was kneeling between the two on the floor. Hoseok took in a deep breath, hoping that it wasn’t too vocal as he closed his eyes for a moment to centre himself. His head felt a little all over the place, not where he liked it when he was sitting down to watch a Scene with pretty boys.
When he opened them again, he felt a little calmer, and flexed his hands in the fingerless gloves he was wearing, before looking back toward the bed.
Hoseok was surprised to note it wasn’t just Min Yoongi and Kim Taehyung on the bed. There had been mention of a friend of theirs coming, but for some reason, Hoseok hadn’t expected it to be another Submissive and to be so involved in their Scene. Yoongi didn’t often play well with others. He wondered who it was that Yoongi seemed happy to bend his rules for. He couldn’t quite see their face, or Yoongi’s right now, from the position that they were in, both laying down next to each other on the bed while Taehyung was kneeling over them.
Taehyung was speaking softly, Hoseok could only make out the occasional word, but he didn’t need to hear what he was saying to know that Taehyung was lulling the Submissive’s into a sweeter headspace. Taehyung was good with words and had a gorgeous voice, and even from where Hoseok was sitting on the couch, he could see the way that the boys on the bed were going completely limp, the Submissive who wasn’t Yoongi letting out a giggle that was…Adorable.
Hoseok glanced over at Jimin, who smiled back at him before he was turning his head and burying it in Namjoon’s shoulder, eyes peeking out at the scene in front of him. Hoseok took in a deep breath before his eyes flicked back to the bed, watching the way that Taehyung was so easily playing with the two Submissive’s in front of him. Yoongi had been pulled into a seated position, and was staring up at his Dominant with wide eyes, while the second boy laid down pliantly, clearly patient and good at following instructions.
“Gonna be a good boy while I fuck our pretty baby?” Taehyung’s voice was a low growl that only just reached Hoseok’s ears, but they pricked as he leaned forward on the couch. Taehyung reached out with the hand that wasn’t touching Yoongi, a big hand wrapping under the second Submissive’s chin and tugging until he struggled into a seated position as well, and—he was gorgeous. Absolutely fucking gorgeous.
It was interesting, because Yoongi was incredibly possessive when it came to Taehyung, he didn’t usually like other people playing with his Dominant, generally only comfortable with, well—the people who were already in the room. The people who were in their direct friend group. And yet…He seemed completely comfortable with this other boy. Apparently comfortable enough for Taehyung to fuck him, which said a lot for how much Yoongi seemed to trust the other Submissive.
“ Yes , Sir,” Yoongi whimpered, nodding his head rapidly while the boys eyes got even bigger as he stared up at Taehyung. Hoseok tipped his head to the side, wanting to see those eyes closer, because they were just so big, but he didn’t move—he’d never do anything to interrupt a scene with one of his friends for his own pleasure. “Make him feel good?” Taehyung said something softly that the ones on the couch weren’t able to hear, clearly meant only for the Submissive’s who pressed their shoulders together and exchanged small smiles.
“Lay down for me, sweetheart,” Taehyung pressed two firm fingers against Yoongi’s collarbone, and the blonde easily tipped backwards, more than happy to lay back against the bed. The other Submissive licked his lips quickly, glancing back at Yoongi before he was looking back up at Taehyung, his throat exposed as he blinked up at the Dominant. Taehyung cupped his face in one hand, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his mouth, before he was nodding at Yoongi. “Hands and knees over my pretty thing,” he ordered gently and the Submissive was scrambling quickly to obey, clearly incredibly obedient.
Hoseok was hard in his jeans, which wasn’t surprising, he’d expected that when he had agreed to view the scene with his friends. But he had barely sat down ten minutes ago, and he was having to restrain himself from putting some pressure over his lap, just for a little relief. Usually he found it easy to hold back, but there was something about the second Submissive that had him licking his lips.
Taehyung made a show of stretching the Submissive, his ass on display and easy to see for those on the couch, and there was a low groan from beside Hoseok, only drawing his attention away for a brief moment. Seokjin’s fingers were buried in Jimin’s hair, the Submissive now off the ground and curled up sideways on the couch so that he could still watch the scene while also having his mouth full, held down on Seokjin’s cock. Usually Jimin’s plush mouth captured Hoseok’s attention, but his eyes were instantly moving back to the bed.
The Submissive was straddling Yoongi with his body, and from their angle, Hoseok couldn’t see their faces properly, but it looked as though their faces were only a few inches apart as his ass was pressing back against Taehyung’s fingers. Hoseok inhaled sharply as Taehyung brought his hand down in a few sharp spanks that drew out breathy whimpers from the Submissive, and he was undoing the button and zipper of his jeans with one hand. He didn’t even notice Namjoon moving, before the man was on the couch beside him, pressing up close so that their thighs were warm against each other’s, a hand dropping to Hoseok’s knee.
Namjoon looked at him with a raised eyebrow and Hoseok didn’t hesitate before dipping his head in a nod. Namjoon reached his hand into Hoseok’s pants, easily finding a rhythm that Hoseok liked given how well he knew his body. They had played together more times than Hoseok could count, it was how they’d actually met, and it was always good and comfortable with Namjoon. Hoseok reached out to return the favour, although he just rubbed Namjoon through his pants, preferring to make Namjoon work for it a little. Namjoon knew what he was doing immediately, grunting quietly under his breath and slumping down to push harder against Hoseok’s hand, his Submissive side always coming out easily around Dominants he trusted.
Hoseok’s attention shifted back to the Scene in front of him, to where Taehyung was now gripping the hips of the Submissive and rubbing his cock against his hole. The Submissive was whining, but he was being good, staying almost perfectly still on his hands and knees, straddling over Yoongi. He didn’t seem like a bratty Submissive, like Yoongi was most of the time, although maybe he was just making sure he was on his best behaviour in front of people he didn’t know. As Taehyung readied himself to push inside the Submissive, he pinched and spanked at his ass again, more playful than anything else before speaking.
“Go on, baby, you can kiss him.” Hoseok visibly saw the way the boy slump forward needily to chase after kisses from Yoongi. It was cute—fucking cute, cute, cute, Hoseok couldn’t stand it. From the amused sound that Namjoon made next to Hoseok, he guessed his body reacted to how cute he found the Submissive too. The noises that the Submissive made as he pressed himself against Yoongi got loud enough that Hoseok could see it affecting Jimin and Seokjin as well when he glanced over at them, Seokjin’s hand fisting Jimin’s hair as he controlled how quickly his mouth moved.
Yoongi started making familiar sounds as Taehyung began fucking the Submissive, and Hoseok realized that the two Submissives were grinding against each other. It didn’t seem like Taehyung was interested in dragging it out long, or edging the second Submissive, reaching underneath to curl a hand around his cock as he fucked into him. Hoseok’s breath caught in his throat as the Submissive came almost as soon as Taehyung gave him permission, slumping down beside Yoongi.
It was then that Hoseok realized there was even more trust between the three than expected, because they weren’t using condoms, which was something that the six in the room usually only did with each other.
He really wanted to know who the boy was…
“Come on, Yoongi-yah,” Taehyung’s voice had a teasing lilt to it, never referring to Yoongi as hyung through their Scenes together. It looked as though there was a cloth or something nearby that he had used to clean himself quickly, his attention never leaving the Submissives in front of him. “You going to make your Sir feel good? Let Jungkookie eat you out?” Hoseok blinked at that—Jungkookie…Jungkook? He knew that Jimin and Taehyung had a friend named Jungkook, but he’d never met him before. He didn’t live in their city.
Yoongi was on his knees and batting his eyelashes at Taehyung, a little smirk on his face as he lapped at the head of Taehyung’s cock without doing exactly what he wanted, while Jungkook was crawling into position behind Yoongi without hesitation. He looked spacey and his mouth and chin were covered in spit but he was set on following his instructions, and it was when Jungkook fell forward and got his mouth on Yoongi, that the other Submissive let out a whine and fell forward, properly taking Taehyung into his mouth.
“That’s better, huh, pretty? You’re not as much of a brat when you’ve got your mouth full,” Taehyung’s voice was fond as he started thrusting into Yoongi’s mouth. Hoseok had been on the receiving end of Yoongi’s mouth and it was always so sweet, but right now, his eyes couldn’t move from where Jungkook was crouched behind Yoongi. Hoseok wished that he had a clearer view, he wished that he could see what the younger Submissive was doing, because based on the noises that Yoongi was slurring around Taehyung’s cock, it seemed like he was enjoying what was happening.
It didn’t take much longer before the Scene was coming to an end, both Submissives were breathing heavily and clinging to each other, and Taehyung’s shoulders had relaxed as he sunk into aftercare mode. Hoseok wasn’t going to say out loud that he had cum because the new Submissive had looked in his direction when his lips were swollen and his face was covered in spit from eating out Yoongi, but he was pretty sure Namjoon knew. There was a knowing look on his face as the voyeurs all began to straighten themselves up. Jimin’s hair looked a little sweaty and he was clinging to Seokjin, but he kept looking at the bed, eyes still clear, obviously not sunk into subspace.
“I wanna—wanna stay,” Jimin mumbled to Seokjin, and unlike most times, when they would still spend time together unless someone had needed to safeword, Seokjin shook his head.
“Not tonight, baby,” Seokjin’s voice was hushed, obviously not wanting to disrupt the trio on the bed. Jimin pouted and his lips parted as though he wanted to argue, but Seokjin’s shake of the head was final. Hoseok looked back at the bed, trying to still give them some privacy as he and Namjoon were cleaning themselves up. Both Taehyung and Yoongi were whispering to the second Submissive, far too quietly for him to be able to hear across the room, and Hoseok hoped that he was okay.
But as much as he wanted to hang around and find out, he didn’t. That wasn’t what tonight was about, and he knew that even if the boy wasn’t okay, Taehyung was a completely competent Dominant who would be able to look after him.
Didn’t mean he wasn’t still thinking about him as he fell asleep that night.
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“So,” Hoseok had been trying to think of a casual way to bring up the boy with Jimin. He hadn’t come up with anything, though, and he was pretty sure Jimin would see right through it anyway, so he might as well just get it over with. “That guy—the other night, with Yoongi-hyung and Tae…” Jimin’s expression was amused instantly, jerking up from behind the rack of costumes he had been flicking through.
“What about him?” He asked knowingly, and Hoseok couldn’t help the way his cheeks started to pink up instantly, but he tried to stop his expression from changing.
“It seemed like—you knew him?” He ducked his head forward to start going through the box he was meant to be searching, mainly to hide his face from Jimin who was watching him closely now.
“ Ye-eah ,” Jimin sung out, and Hoseok couldn’t hold back his chuckle, throwing out sequined leotards that had been used in a performance last winter. Jimin had always been a tease, it was something that Hoseok loved about him, how playful he was, but it definitely backfired when Hoseok was the focus of that teasing. “I do,” he added unhelpfully, acting as though he was going back to looking through the costumes when Hoseok knew he wasn’t paying any attention to them. Hoseok hummed and grabbed out a couple of bright yellow leggings from the bottom of the box, before turning his attention back to Jimin.
“Come on, Minnie,” he grumbled and Jimin laughed before circling around from behind the clothes rack. They were supposed to finding all the yellow costuming they could to help with an upcoming performance for a group of their juniors, but it could wait.
“You know our friend, Jungkook? He’s from Busan, but I didn’t meet him until high school when Taehyungie introduced us,” Jimin replied, and that at least confirmed it was the person Hoseok had been thinking of.
“I thought he still lived in Busan?” Hoseok asked. Jimin’s nose twitched, and the playful look on his face disappeared as he helped Hoseok dump all the leotards back in the box, yellow leggings set aside safely.
“He broke up with his—his girlfriend,” Jimin replied, and the way he tripped over his words made Hoseok wonder what he had been intending to say. “It happened a while ago, actually, and he wanted to get out of Busan back then, but he needed to sort everything out with, like, work and an apartment and stuff.” Hoseok nodded understandingly while his mind was already racing, wondering what kind of relationship Jungkook had had with his girlfriend. He definitely seemed well versed in the basics of BDSM when Hoseok had seen him the other night, which made him wonder if there had been some kind of contract between them. He wondered if Jungkook had been the Submissive, because he had submitted so prettily and instinctively, or if he was a Switch. “He’s a tattoo artist—a really good one, actually. He moved to Japan for a year to finish his apprenticeship to get some different experience. Then he went back to Busan because his eomma was sick.”
“Is she okay?” Hoseok asked with a frown.
“She passed,” Jimin pursed his lips together with a one shouldered shrug. “That was—Jungkookie was twenty-one, so it was a while ago. But then he decided to stay in Busan. He was going to come out to Seoul, me and him and Tae had always talked about living close when we got older, but then he met his girlfriend and well…” Jimin trailed off and shrugged again. There seemed to be a lot of feelings that Jimin had toward Jungkook’s last partner, and not particularly nice ones, which was odd for Jimin. He generally tried to get on with everyone.
“Did she…You didn’t like her?” Hoseok rephrased his question, not wanting to push Jimin too much, just curious. More than curious, but despite how close he and Jimin were, he wouldn’t pressure him with questions that might make him feel unforkoryable. He didn’t want him to feel as though Hoseok was asking things too far out of line, although Jimin was perfectly capable of saying when he was done with a conversation.
“Nope,” Jimin shook his head firmly. “I didn’t like her at all ,” there was a vehemence in his voice that Hoseok didn’t often hear Jimin use. “Neither did Tae, but he was better at hiding it than I was.” Hoseok’s eyebrows pulled together, because that was even more surprising. Taehyung had a particular expression that he used when around anyone he didn’t like, and it was very obvious, at least to anyone paying attention. Jimin was the one that was better at covering up how he was feeling, years of having a face-to-face job where he needed to encourage and teach, giving him lots of time to practice. “Yoongi-hyung only met her once and…” Jimin shrugged, not looking bothered. “He hated her too.” Hoseok wasn’t sure where he was supposed to go from there, so he stayed quiet, pursing his lips together before he was pulling another box over to rummage through. Jimin was quiet for a stretch as well before deciding to continue. “She didn’t like me because she knew that I had done Scenes with Jungkookie before, I had taken him to his first munches and helped him properly look into BDSM. She acted as though I was going to take him away from her or something. She didn’t get that we were friends before we had ever fucked, and she would make these comments and these—these faces when me and Jungkook were together—that clearly said she wasn’t happy. I know at least once she flogged Jungkookie because he had been out with me and we lost track of time.” Hoseok’s head jerked up and his nostrils flared at that.
“ What ?” He couldn’t help the harder edge that came out in his tone.
“Yup,” Jimin’s words were clipped. “She acted as though it was all—all part of their contract and he was breaking the rules or whatever,” he waved a hand to his side in agitation. “But there was more to it. It wasn’t proper punishment according to their contract, the way that she would hurt him and talked to him wasn’t right .” Hoseok could feel anger tightening in his limbs, because he loved BDSM, the structure and freedom that didn’t make sense to some people but was a beautiful escape for those who understood it. Unfortunately, there were always going to be people in the community that took advantage of the trust that was placed in them, and it seemed like the gorgeous Submissive Hoseok was drawn to had found himself with one of those people.
It wasn’t often that Hoseok made opinions of people before he met them, but he had no issues with doing that now. He strongly disliked Jungkook’s ex, and he imagined that anymore he heard would just grow that dislike.
“That’s disgusting,” Hoseok uttered and Jimin blinked, as though coming out of his thoughts, and he took in a deep breath. “That’s abuse .”
“Yeah…Yeah,” Jimin nodded and heaved out another breath before rolling back his shoulders and straightening up. “He knows that now, he’s not with her anymore and he’s been healing. The other night was his first Scene with others present, he’s mainly been playing with Taehyungie and Yoongi, because he’s so comfortable with them and staying at their place.” Hoseok eyebrows raised for a moment at that, wondering just how long Jungkook had been staying with Taehyung and Yoongi. “But he really liked the other night!” Jimin was obviously trying to shift their conversation into happier territory, and Hoseok wasn’t going to stop him, even though he was still a little hung up on the fact that Jungkook had been hurt—hurt badly . “Hopefully that means I get to play with him again soon,” Jimin stretched, his shirt lifting and exposing a sliver of toned belly that Hoseok reached out and playfully tickled, his fingertips dancing over his skin. Jimin let out a yelp in surprise and laughed as he lowered his arms, sticking out his tongue at Hoseok before wiggling his eyebrows. “Maybe he’ll play with you sometime soon, huh?” He said knowingly and Hoseok forced himself to keep a neutral expression, hoping his cheeks weren’t heating up.
“Maybe,” he replied, and Jimin was grinning, but he didn’t push it any further, the pair of them shifting back to their work.
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Hoseok went around to Yoongi and Taehyung’s apartment for dinner, attempting to make fortnightly dinners work with their schedules, so when he showed up on Wednesday night, he remembered Jimin’s words from earlier and he wondered why he had never seen Jungkook on the nights that he had gone over recently. It sounded as though he had been staying there for a while, but Hoseok had never seen him before that night at the club. He rapped his knuckles twice, planning to ask Yoongi about it while he was stuffing his face with whatever his hyung had cooked for that night, before the door opened the exact person he was thinking of was standing right there.
Jungkook.
“Uh…” Hoseok blinked, words completely drying up for a moment as he met the big eyes of the Submissive who had completely dominated his thoughts since last Friday night. He was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie that completely swamped his body, hiding practically everything except for his toes peeking out from under his oversized pants and his face. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Jungkook chirped back, and Hoseok blinked again, caught off-guard and pleased. Before he could say anything else, Jungkook was stepping back and letting the door swing open, walking into the apartment. “Hyungs! Hoseok-ssi is here!” Hoseok was surprised to hear his name from Jungkook, but that made sense, of course he would know who’s coming over for dinner. He followed Jungkook after shaking himself out of his stupor, taking off his shoes and swapping them for a familiar pair of slippers, shutting the door behind him.
“Hobah,” Yoongi’s voice was fond as he greeted Hoseok. “Dinners almost ready.”
“Thanks, hyung,” Hoseok leaned in close to give Yoongi a hug and smushed kiss against his cheek. Yoongi made a face but he was hiding a smile, Hoseok incredibly used to Yoongi’s reaction to physical affection. He loved it, even if he pretended he didn’t. He accepted it a lot easier when he was in a Submissive headspace, but he had been getting at it over the years. “Smells good.”
“You always say that,” Yoongi mumbled as he walked back into the kitchen with Hoseok trailing after him, his eyes swinging from side-to-side surreptitiously but he didn’t see Jungkook. He realized as he looked around that there wasn’t anything laying around that looked out of place in Yoongi and Taehyung’s apartment, even though Jungkook was clearly here, and that must have been why he hadn’t realized there was anyone else staying with them. Clearly he hadn’t been hiding who he was looking for well, because Yoongi looked back at him as he was stirring the pot on the stove. “Jungkook will be back soon, he was halfway through something when you knocked.”
“Ah,” Hoseok nodded and tried to cover up his interest. “Where’s Taehyung?”
“In the shower, work ran late today. Had that devil child again,” he answered and Hoseok made a sympathetic sound. Taehyung was a teacher at a local primary school, mainly music but he also substituted sometimes, and in general he loved his job. There had been a class he had been covering recently that Taehyung kept having problems with. He hated it, not just because it made things difficult for the other children in the classroom, but also because he hated not being able to connect with the kid. Taehyung got on well with his students, he loved his job, so it really got under his skin when there was someone he had problems with.
“Ah,” Hoseok hummed in sympathy. “He’ll get there. Just…Takes time.” He knew the feeling, when it came to students of his own.
“He’s gone to the gym twice this week with Kookie to work out some of his frustrations,” Yoongi replied and Hoseok couldn’t help his small smile. Kookie . That was cute. “And he’ll work some of it out on me tonight,” Yoongi added with a smirk and Hoseok grinned.
“Yeah, I bet,” he said. Yoongi could be a complete brat, as well as a masochist, and he could easily drive Taehyung to work up a sweat if they were both in the mood. Hoseok had gotten to experience that more times he could count as well. He was about to ask how Yoongi’s week had been before they were interrupted.
“Hyung? Can I help?” Jungkook asked, and he was holding out his hands carefully at his sides.
“Your nails all dry?” Yoongi asked with a knowing look down at his hands and Jungkook nodded happily.
“Yeah, I’m just…Being careful,” he shrugged, lifting his hand and looking down at his nails, pursing his lips together and blowing.
“Okay, Koo—we have soju over there. You want to take them out to the lounge?” Yoongi nodded his head and Jungkook walked over to pick up two of the bottles. Hoseok moved forward quickly and picked up the other two bottles and Yoongi glanced over at him before focusing back on dinner. Hoseok followed after Jungkook, out into the lounge where it was quiet. Jungkook reached the table first, putting down the drinks and then widening his eyes in surprise to see Hoseok behind him before smiling.
“I like your nails,” Hoseok commented as he put down the drinks in his hands. Jungkook’s smile widened, his nose scrunching a little— adorably —before he was looking down at his hands, splaying them out between the pair of them. They were pretty fingers, smooth skin with a small scar on one finger and a couple of tattoos on others, but Hoseok tried to focus on the painted nails.
“Thank you, Hoseok-ssi,” Jungkook replied.
“Hyung,” it felt automatic to correct him. “You can call me hyung.” Jungkook looked back up from his nails and smiled at Hoseok. Hoseok wasn’t sure how the boy looked even more beautiful.
“Thank you, hyung,” Jungkook repeated and Hoseok smiled, nodding proudly at him. He didn’t want their conversation to be over just yet, wanted to say something else to make Jungkook smile that way again.
“Maybe you could paint my nails some day,” he suggested and Jungkook’s lips parted.
“Yeah?!” He asked excitedly and Hoseok’s smile widened.
“Yeah,” he replied warmly, pretty sure he would do anything to see Jungkook’s eyes sparkle the way they were now. Hoseok took in a breath, to say something, when Taehyung was joining them in the room.
“Hoseok-hyung,” he greeted him warmly, immediately going in for a hug, drawing Hoseok’s attention away from Jungkook, although not for too long.
It was always nice spending time with Taehyung and Yoongi, he loved them both, and having Jungkook there didn’t make the evening any less enjoyable. He piped up when he had something to say, excitedly interjecting and making it clear that he was comfortable, while being content with sitting back on his heels and listening other times. Yoongi’s dinner was amazing, as always, and Yoongi mentioned that Jungkook was good in the kitchen as well—that he was a good student, which made Jungkook wiggle happily in his seat, adorable . He was eager to clean up after they had finished eating, and Taehyung followed after him, saying something quietly in his ear and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Hoseok knew that Yoongi caught him watching Jungkook more than once, but thankfully he didn’t bring it up.
It was lovely , everything was lovely , and Jungkook was especially lovely , and when Hoseok left that night, he couldn’t stop smiling.
Jimin teased him a little at work the next day, but Hoseok had just smiled and ignored him, used to the way their Jiminie acted. It was only a couple of days left of work for the week, and they went well, but Hoseok was itching for Friday night.
Hoseok felt himself loosening up as he stepped into the club, easily going past security and the doorman given how regularly he attended, and he was glad that he’d gotten out of work on time today. He loved his job, and his students, and he always wanted to be available for them when they wanted extra help, but it was nice when he was able to walk out on a Friday afternoon, just before four thirty, when there was still some sunshine. It meant he had plenty of time to go home, order dinner, shower, eat slowly, and get ready in an unrushed manner and even catch up on the TikToks Jimin and Namjoon had sent him. Yoongi had messaged him twenty minutes before he’d arrived, letting him know they were there and they’d be at the booths.
He had wondered if ‘they’ meant Yoongi, Taehyung and Jungkook, but he hadn’t asked and it wouldn’t have mattered if he did anyway, because phones were handed in at the front desk with their coats.
Yoongi and Taehyung usually came to the club on Friday nights; Taehyung was a social butterfly and Yoongi would happily follow. Namjoon had also mentioned he might be coming tonight when Hoseok had caught up with him the night before, but he had also off-handedly mentioned Seokjin and Jimin were having a date night. Most of Seokjin and Jimin’s date nights these days seemed to include Namjoon, and the rest of them were really just waiting for the trio to announce there was something officially happening. Hoseok was pretty sure Jimin had already said something to Taehyung, but Taehyung was like a vault.
Hoseok’s earlier question was answered the minute his eyes found Taehyung sitting in a booth on the far side of the room. It was in the main area, where the lights were dim but not as dim as they got in other parts of the club. His eyes dropped and he saw that it wasn’t just Yoongi knelt at his feet, but Jungkook as well. Hoseok felt his heart speed up as he saw the boy with his back straight but his head falling forward slightly, a dark collar wrapped around his neck.
He had to stop and get himself a drink at the bar before he joined them. Taehyung looked up and grinned as he approached, and then said something quietly to the knelt boys in front of him. Jungkook’s head lifted abruptly, although he kept his eyes down as Hoseok moved to sit down on the couch next to Taehyung.
“Hey, Yoongi-hyung,” Hoseok smiled and Yoongi lifted his eyes to look up at Hoseok, interacting easily with the Dominant given the easy relationship that they all had. His eyes moved toward Jungkook, who still looked down at the ground but his neck looked more tense than it had been before, as though he was straining not to look up. “Hey, Jungkook-ah,” he made sure his voice was softer when addressing the Submissive. Jungkook’s head jerked upward slightly before pausing, and Taehyung spoke up with a smile.
“It’s okay, Jungkookie, you’re allowed to be easy with Hoseok-hyung.” As soon as the words were out of Taehyung’s mouth, Jungkook’s eyes were peeking up at him through his fringe. He was wearing expensive looking clip-in bunny ears tonight, and he was wearing glittery eyeshadow.
“Hi, Sir,” he exhaled shakily and Hoseok smiled widely at him.
“Hi, Jungkook-ah,” he murmured.
“Bunny,” Taehyung stated with a knowing look, addressing Hoseok and making Jungkook’s face turn pink. “He likes to be called Bunny by people he trusts.” The permission was there, Taehyung wouldn’t have said that to Hoseok if it wasn’t something he was sure about, he wouldn’t do that to a Submissive but Hoseok still wanted to hear it from Jungkook. Hoseok looked down at Jungkook, in a way that he hoped wasn’t too intimidating, but questioning, and after a moment, Jungkook met his eyes, his pink lips curling tentatively.
“Is that okay, Jungkook-ah?” Hoseok asked gently. “Can I call you Bunny?” Jungkook was already nodding his head before he finished talking, the ribbon in one of his bunny ears fluttering as he dipped his head forward hurriedly. Hoseok tried to suppress his fond smile, but he saw the way Yoongi smiled before he was bowing his head forward. Hoseok and Taehyung turned the conversation away from the Submissive’s to talk, and Yoongi leaned in close to Taehyung, like he usually did. Taehyung’s hand slipped around Yoongi’s neck, just under his collar, and Hoseok couldn’t help but look at Jungkook, at the way he was keeping his posture so straight and his eyes trained on the ground. He wished that he could reach out and touch Jungkook, but he held back.
“I think I’m going to get a drink,” Taehyung said after a while, and he looked down at both Yoongi and Jungkook. “Do either of you want a drink?” He asked in a lowered voice. Yoongi immediately nodded before Jungkook did, although he looked more hesitant, his eyes flicking toward the crowded bar. Taehyung seemed to read his expression easily and he reached out to rest a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Did you want to stay here with Hoseok-hyung? He will look after you while we get drinks.” Once again, Jungkook was nodding quickly, his cheeks a pretty pink. “Good boy,” Taehyung leaned in to press a quick kiss to Jungkook’s warm cheek before he was straightening up, and holding out a hand to help Yoongi to his feet. Yoongi’s fingers trailed through Jungkook’s hair for a moment before he was following after Taehyung, leaving the pair alone.
Hoseok watched Jungkook, the way he shuffled from side-to-side on his knees before he was settling again and nibbling on his lip. He was still stealing glances at Hoseok through his thick eyelashes, trying to be subtle but finding it a lot harder now that Hoseok’s full attention was on him. He was so sweet, and it was clear he was interested in Hoseok, and the Dominant couldn’t help himself.
“Would you like to kneel closer for me, Bunny?” He asked gently. Jungkook lifted his chin and met Hoseok’s eyes before looking at the carpet directly in front of his feet. “Yeah? Come be my good Bunny?” He asked, and there was a visible shudder that ran through Jungkook’s shoulders, which made Hoseok feel powerful . But he forced himself to hold back, mindful of the things that Jimin disclosed.
“Yes, please…Sir,” he added, although there was something about his hesitance that made Hoseok wonder. He didn’t say anything now, though, instead smiling at the younger boy.
“Good Bunny,” he murmured, nodding at the space in front of him in permission, and Jungkook was eagerly moving forward, crawling into place before comfortably settling down in front of Hoseok, as close as Yoongi had been to Taehyung. Hoseok leaned forward, closing the distance between them and sweeping his eyes over Jungkook’s body more unabashedly than he had before, making it obvious what he was doing to the Submissive. The pinkness that had been staining his cheeks was adorably working it’s way down his neck and flushing his chest, but he didn’t appear upset by Hoseok’s gaze. In fact, he seemed to straighten up a little more, broaden his shoulders. “We’re not really doing anything, but if at any point you feel uncomfortable, I want you to say Red, okay?” Hoseok said quietly and Jungkook smiled, nodding. “Can you tell me your colour now?”
“Green, Sir,” Jungkook answered happily and Hoseok smiled.
“Perfect,” he said. “Perfect Bunny.” Jungkook preened under the praise, and Hoseok’s smile only widened. He reached out, touching the fluffy tip of one of Jungkook’s ears, and the Submissive tipped his head to the side, allowing Hoseok in closer, inviting him in closer. Hoseok took in a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm, not to let the rush go straight to head and cloud his thinking, because seeing Jungkook like that, so soft and trusting down on his knees, was one of the prettiest pictures the Dominant had ever seen. He let his fingers gently feather through Jungkook’s hair as he dipped his head in close, so they were only speaking with each other, shutting out everything else. “So, bunny…Tell me about your day.”
Jungkook’s face lit up, looking surprised at first by the question but more than happy to answer. Hoseok already knew that he was a tattooist from what Jimin had told him, but hearing Jungkook talk about his work was a whole other thing. He also gamed and streamed stuff online, although it sounded as though that was just fun and sporadic, his main focus on tattooing. His face got brighter, talking about sketches and art that he did when he was particularly inspired, about a young woman who had come in for her first tattoo yesterday filled with nerves but had looked so proud walking out with green and pink inked on her arm, about how he wanted to add to the tattoos on his arm but knew he should wait.
“Why do you need to wait, hm?” Hoseok prompted, looking down at where he could make out the dark ink through the thin, sheer top that Jungkook was wearing. “Looks like you already have so much here.” He hoped he’d get the chance to kiss them all.
“Yeah, but…” Jungkook drifted off, his eyes flicking down, away from Hoseok for the first time since they had started speaking. Hoseok’s eyebrows tugged together as he watched Jungkook shrug, a little sadly. “I dunno. Got a lot of them without thinking about them too much.” There was more to it, but the middle of a sex club on a Friday night while they were surrounded by people wasn’t the time. And he didn’t want Jungkook sad, not when he didn’t know how to give him the right comfort.
“Well, I think they look beautiful,” Hoseok’s fingers had still been in Jungkook’s hair, but he trailed them down further to press under Jungkook’s chin, turning his head gently back to look at him, pleased when Jungkook willingly did. “And I’m sure whatever you choose to add will look beautiful too.” Jungkook’s cheeks were turning red again, and it looked as though he wanted to duck his head, but he couldn’t unless he pulled away from Hoseok. Hoseok glanced down at the two hands, obediently pressed over his knees, and smiled when he saw the glitter of polish on his fingernails. “Just as beautiful as those pretty nails of yours, hm?” He smiled when Jungkook twitched in front of him, reddening even more. “You’re going to need to paint hyungs sometime soon, okay?”
“Yeah? You really meant it?” He asked with wide eyes.
“Of course I did, Bunny,” Hoseok smiled. He was about to say more when he noticed that they were being approached. Hoseok’s easy smile dropped as he raised his face, straightening away from Jungkook while still keeping an eye on him, but his expression relaxed as he recognised who was walking over. “Some of our friends are coming over—they know Taehyung and Yoongi too. Is that okay?” He checked in.
“I’m Green,” Jungkook responded quietly, sinking a little closer to the ground. “Green, Sir,” he quickly clarified and Hoseok smiled at him, although slightly distracted by the way Jungkook said Sir . It was a title he liked, it was one that he had been addressed by more times than he could count, but there was something different about the way Jungkook was using it, like it wasn’t coming out quite right.
“Hoseok-ah!” Kim Hyuna greeted him cheerfully, her partner, Kim Hyonjong, directly behind her. They noted the Submissive in front of him, Hyuna’s movements halting a few steps from them when she realized that it wasn’t someone that she recognised. “Is it okay if we join you?” She asked politely, and Hoseok nodded, moving over slightly on the couch. Jungkook moved with him, quietly and without direction, shuffling over so that he was closer, his head leaning in to gently rest against Hoseok’s knee. Hoseok tried to hide his smile as he looked back up at the couple, but they knew him well enough to read the satisfaction in his face. Hyongjong—better known as Dawn—smirked as he sat down on the edge of the couch, Hyuna sitting between him and Hoseok, while Hyuna took a more direct approach. “Have you got yourself a new Sub then, Hoseokie? Been hiding him from us?” She asked with a playful wiggle of her eyebrows. Hoseok looked back down at Jungkook to see what his reaction to being called his Submissive, but his face was down turned.
“This is Taehyung and Yoongi good friend,” he said instead. “His name is Jungkook-ah.” Jungkook lifted his head after a moment, glancing quickly between the three on the couch and giving them a small smile before letting his forehead rest against Hoseok’s knee again. Hoseok was glad for the height of the couch, so that Jungkook didn’t need to lean forward too much to rest against his leg. He dropped his hand to Jungkook’s shoulder, letting it rest there as Hyuna asked him about work.
They didn’t stay long, the pair of them only rarely came to nights at Mirrou , and when they did, they always came with the intention of playing. It was fun, watching the pair of them bounce off each other, and it was even more fun when watching them start to tease and play with one another, easily slipping into a game of cat-and-mouse. Switches were always fun to watch figure out where they wanted their place to be before play, and it was always difficult to tell who would come out on top when it was Hyuna and Dawn. At least to everyone watching from the outside it was difficult, but between them, it was a well practiced dance after years of being together, and even more years as close friends.
Hoseok waited until they had left before his fingers returned to Jungkook’s hair, leaning in closer.
“This okay, bunny?” Hoseok’s voice was low, his fingers calming running through Jungkook’s hair but not wanting to push him too far. It didn’t seem like a problem with the way that Jungkook nodded his head quickly and pushed his forehead in firmer against Hoseok’s thigh. Hoseok couldn’t help his smile, and his fingers tracked down Jungkook’s neck and lightly touched his collar. He felt the shiver that ran through the Submissive and it made Hoseok revel in the power that was so easily being given to him.
He hadn’t really played with anyone outside of his small circle of friends in a while, although it wasn’t unheard of for him to slip into a Scene with someone outside that circle every now and then, but it had been a long time since he’d had an exclusive play partner. It had been even longer since he’d been in a romantic relationship. There hadn’t been anyone right, at the right time, who played right with his Dominant side. He wasn’t looking, he didn’t feel as though he needed someone—but he was open to it when it felt right.
Within a week of seeing Jungkook for the first time he was already imagining both.
“Yeah, it’s okay—more than okay,” he rushed to add, his eyelashes fluttering as he rocked back and forth. “Very okay.” Hoseok’s smile was charmed.
“Yeah?” His fingers curled around Jungkook’s collar, gently moving with him as he rocked, watching the way it restricted against Jungkook’s throat.
“Yeah,” the Submissive's voice was breathy.
“Can I ask you some more personal questions, Bunny?” Hoseok asked, tugging a bit firmer at Jungkook’s collar, so that he was meeting his eyes. Hoseok was leaning in so close that their foreheads could press together, and his fingers scratched at the tender skin under Jungkook’s collar.
“Yes—y-yes, Sir,” Jungkook correctly, stumbling over his words, his breathing shaky.
“Are you looking for a Dominant?” Hoseok was direct and it seemed to surprise Jungkook, just like his earlier choice of questioning.
“I…” Jungkook took a moment, breathing in deeply and his eyebrows furrowing, and Hoseok was proud of him for taking the question seriously. “If the right person comes along then…That would be nice,” he finally answered, sucking the corner of his lip with his piercing into his mouth, eyes flicking up to Hoseok’s before skittering away. He missed the smile that widened on Hoseok’s face.
“What are you looking for in a Dominant?” He asked and Jungkook’s eyes swung back over to him, considering. He was still clearly feeling—and looking—submissive, but his eyes were a lot clearer than they had been earlier, focussed on what he was saying.
“I…I’m not sure,” Jungkook began, and Hoseok waited. He’s completely forgotten about Taehyung and Yoongi, about how they were taking substantially longer to get drinks than it usually would have, about everyone else in the room. “I want…I want someone who will look after me, but—but still let me make my own decisions. Not get mad at me when I make my own choices, but give me punishments when I do something bad,” his lips lifted in the corners. “I just…Mainly I just want someone to look after me.” Based on Jungkook’s words now, and the way that Hoseok saw him play with Taehyung and Yoongi, it seemed as though soft domination was definitely what he gravitated toward. And that made sense, he was clearly a Good Boy, and seemed to like being obedient and receiving praise.
Something in the way that Jungkook had said ‘ not get mad at me when I make my own choices’ made Hoseok twitch in the wrong way, but that wasn’t for now.
“That sounds lovely, Bunny,” Hoseok rewarded him with fingernails scratching at the nape of his neck, just above his collar, and he watched as Jungkook’s face glowed at the praise, eyes sinking half-closed. “And…What would you prefer to call me?” He asked softly, Jungkook’s eyes widening at his words. “I like Sir, I’ve been addressed as Sir by others, but…” he narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to think about how to phrase it. “You look like you want to call me something else.” Jungkook’s eyes somehow got wider before he was looking away. “Ah ah,” Hoseok clicked his tongue, lightly tapping under Jungkook’s chin so that he was meeting his eyes again. “I promise I’m not going to judge you, Bunny,” he traced the finger along Jungkook’s jawline, hoping that he saw the sincerity in Hoseok’s eyes. Even if it was something that he didn’t particularly like, it wasn’t something that he would ever be judgmental or nasty about, he just wanted to know why the title didn’t seem to slip off Jungkook’s tongue easily.
“I…” Jungkook was redder than he had been all evening, adjusting his knees from side to side and chewing down on his bottom lip again. The gloss that had been shining on his lower lip was almost completely gone, and Hoseok pressed a thumb to the middle of the abused lip, tugging it out from Jungkook’s teeth.
“Shouldn’t chew on those pretty lips of yours, hm?” Hoseok prompted, and he was aware that his voice was lower, syrupy, and Jungkook still looked shy but all starry eyed. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Hoseok only let his thumb trail a little lower, letting it rest against Jungkook’s chin as he waited for the answer.
“I wanna…” Jungkook swallowed hard, still staring up at him, leaning in close against Hoseok’s legs. “I thought about—” he broke off again, and it looked like he wanted to bite at his lips again, but he stopped himself, front teeth showing adorably. “I thought—aboutcallingyouDaddy.” Hoseok blinked at him in surprise, making sure to keep his smile in place.
Daddy .
That wasn’t one he heard too often, not in their circle, and not directed at him.
“Sir?” Someone else was greeting them, a few steps away from Jungkook, closer to Hoseok, and he looked up to see Lee Hoseok standing there. Hoseok checked in with Jungkook again, looking back down to make sure he was okay, and there was a content look on the Submissive’s face.
“Colour?” He prompted.
“Green,” he returned quietly. He didn’t call Hoseok Sir —he didn’t call him Daddy either—but Hoseok still rested his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, fingers beginning to curve up his neck.
“How’re you doing, hyung?” Hoseok greeted the Submissive with a smile, and the elder Hoseok smiled back. Jungkook’s eyes darted to the side, peeking at the standing Submissive, at his thick legs that were on display, and the appreciation was clear on his face. “This is Jeon Jungkook,” he introduced them, cupping the back of Jungkook’s head and helping to tip it backwards and look upward. He saw recognition glitter in Jungkook’s eyes as he saw the Submissive’s face. “This is Lee Hoseok, but you probably know him as Wonho.” Jungkook nodded, looking slightly dazed. Hoseok— Wonho —laughed playfully under his breath as he looked down at Jungkook. There was a collar wrapped around his neck, and a few scratch marks clear on his neck, but there wasn’t any Dominant’s hanging around nearby, so it was likely they were getting drinks.
“Yeah, I’ve—I’ve seen pictures of you,” Jungkook was blushing again, sounding as though he was holding himself back from gushing. “They’re—they’re really good.”
Hoseok wanted to see him blush every single day. He wanted to feel the warmth of the rosebud bloom across his cheeks under his lips. It scared him how much he wanted, just sitting here next to Jungkook.
“Thank you, Jungkook-ssi,” Wonho’s voice was warm, and Hoseok smiled up at him. Wonho was fun to play with, although it didn’t happen often, and hadn’t in a long time, given the model had such a busy schedule, but it was always nice seeing him again. They caught up briefly, until the Dominant that Wonho was playing with came over with a few drinks—colourful and non-alcoholic—and the pair of them left. Hoseok and Jungkook were left there, neither of them speaking, Jungkook still with his head tilted down, so Hoseok couldn’t see his face, and he wasn’t sure how much time they were going to have left, because it had been a while since Taehyung and Yoongi had gone for drinks. He licked his lips quickly, taking in a sharp breath before he was leaning forward to press two fingertips underneath Jungkook’s chin and lifting his head. Jungkook’s face was flushed, and his lips were pink and shiny, as though he had been chewing on them nervously.
“Why do you want to call me Daddy, bun?” Hoseok asked softly and Jungkook stared back at him, looking so soft and vulnerable on his knees, with his pink cheeks and eyes big enough to fall into.
“You seem like you would look after me,” Jungkook replied quietly and simply. Hoseok blinked and felt his heart skip a beat and he wasn’t sure how to respond, and it turned out he wasn’t going to get the chance.
“Sorry we took a bit longer,” Taehyung apologized as he settled back down next to Hoseok and Yoongi balanced his and Jungkook’s drink on the small table beside them before he was kneeling down next to Jungkook. “It’s a banana-pineapple type of mocktail, I thought you’d like it, bunny,” Taehyung said and Jungkook’s eyes lit up, but he didn’t reach for his drink, hesitating and his eyes flicking back and forth between Taehyung and Hoseok. Hoseok felt the instinct to speak, to give Jungkook permission to drink, but it wasn’t his place. He had only been stepping in for Taehyung while he had been gone. “You can drink— don’t make a mess, and I want you to stay sitting nice on your knees,” he waved between both of the Submissive’s and Yoongi eagerly reached back for the drinks, passing one to Jungkook and keeping the other for himself. Hoseok noted how pleased Jungkook seemed to be with the flavor of his, his nose scrunching, but his attention shifted back to Taehyung as he kept speaking.
They didn’t stay late, Hoseok had absolutely no plan to play with anyone and so after watching a couple of performances and Taehyung had mentioned that they were going to head home, he agreed and walked out with them. Jungkook had been quiet the rest of the evening, although it seemed like that was common when he was in a Submissive headspace. Hoseok tried not to keep stealing looks at Jungkook as they all slowly left, Yoongi’s hand was tucked into the younger Submissive’s, walking so close that their shoulders kept bumping together. Taehyung walked half a step behind them, his shoulders pushed back and his head high, and Hoseok followed the trio, smiling at the girl behind the coat desk as she handed him over his things.
“We’re going to get a car,” Taehyung said to Hoseok, Hoseok nodding and jerking his thumb over his shoulder.
“I’m parked that way,” he replied as they came to a stop out on the curb. It wasn’t a particularly busy side street, so they could linger for a moment to say their goodbyes. Hoseok easily hugged Taehyung and Yoongi, and he paused in front of Jungkook before holding out his arms to give the younger boy the option. Jungkook’s smile was small but bright, and he leaned forward to lightly wrap his arms around Hoseok’s waist.
“Goodnight, Hoseok-hyung,” Jungkook mumbled under his breath and Hoseok smiled.
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Yoongi was nice about it and didn’t tease Jungkook much at all, other than a few knowing looks whenever Hoseok came up in conversation and the occasional playful smile. Taehyung, on the other hand, was more vocal about his teasing.
Jungkook had seen Hoseok the first night he’d gone to Mirrou with Taehyung and Yoongi. He’d been nervous specifically about Namjoon and Hoseok, because he’d never met them before leading up to that evening. Not nervous enough to want to back out, but enough that he wanted to see both of them and process their presence before he relaxed fully into the scene with Taehyung.
Hoseok had been running late, but he’d been quiet and respectful when he’d slipped in, he hadn’t tried to interact with the others in the room and disturbed the Scene, and even when Namjoon had joined him on the couch, they had both stayed quiet. Jungkook had watched him as he’d cum, it had been after Jungkook had, and he was feeling all spacey, and he was half reclined under Yoongi, and he had looked over at the couch with a glazed look. Even though the couches were in the shadows, it still felt as though his eyes had met Hoseok’s, and they’d stared at each other for a beat before the man had cum, and Jungkook had felt a pleased shiver run through him as he’d sunk back into Yoongi’s grip.
Meeting him at dinner after he had purposefully avoided being at the apartment when Taehyung and Yoongi had him over earlier had made that feeling grow, and he’d felt a bit annoyed at himself for avoiding Yoongi and Taehyung’s friends. He’d met Seokjin because he wasn’t going to deprive himself of Jimin now that they lived in the same city again, but mainly he’d just had his head down, keeping to himself, going through therapy and learning to enjoy his new life in the city. Hoseok had been unexpected, even though he’d heard such good things about him and seen attractive pictures, because Jungkook hadn’t expected to feel this good around him.
He’d already decided that if Hoseok didn’t contact him by the end of the week, he was going to reach out, and when he told Taehyung that, this time there hadn’t been any teasing, just a tight hug.
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Daddy.
Daddy .
It really wasn’t something that he’d thought about much.
There was a time when Namjoon had been involved with a girl who liked that, but it hadn’t been anyone that he had stuck around with long, and Hoseok was pretty sure he had only seen one or two Scenes with them. Jimin and Seokjin used it occasionally , but it wasn’t common. He had seen people around the club using it, knew some of the basics—knew that for some people it was a lot more than just a word, it was part of an entire other section of their lifestyle. He really didn't think that was something he was interested in, but the way that Jungkook had phrased what he wanted, ‘you seem like you would look after me’ —he was pretty sure he was interested in that .
“You’ve been quiet the past few days,” Jimin observed as he bit into his kimbap and Hoseok blinked over at him.
“Jungkook-ah said he wants to call me Daddy,” Hoseok blurted out and Jimin blinked, pausing chewing for a moment, before a smirk spread across his face and he raised his eyebrows knowingly.
“Oh yeah?” He teased, taking another bite of his lunch. “Didn’t know he liked that.”
“Yeah,” Hoseok exhaled heavily. He knew Jimin was teasing him, probably feeling a little smug, but he didn’t care. “ Daddy ,” the word felt strange coming out of his mouth.
“And what about you?” Jimin asked.
“What about me?”
“Do you want him to call you Daddy?” He asked with an arched eyebrow and Hoseok barely hesitated.
“I think I’d let him call me anything he wants.” Jimin’s laugh was loud and abrupt, his eyes shining happily as he grinned across the table.
“I think you’d be good for him, Hobi-hyung,” Jimin said once he’d calmed down. “And I think he’d be good for you.”
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It was Jungkook who messaged Hoseok first. He hadn’t wanted to message him too quickly, didn’t want to appear too pushy and make sure that Jungkook had the time to properly think things over with a clear head so that he knew whether it was something he really wanted to pursue or if he had just been caught up in his headspace. That was something he’d felt a few twinges of worry about, especially with how much Jungkook had been occupying his thoughts, but Jungkook’s message made it clear that he was still interested.
Hi, hyung. I was thinking you could take me out on a date .
Hoseok wasn’t sure how long he stared at the words, smiling like a dork, but when he responded, he took his time choosing his words.
Bunny. I’d love to take you out on a date. More than one, actually, I’d like to take you on a lot of dates. Are you free this Saturday?
Jungkook’s response was in seconds.
I’m working in the morning but free from one o’clock!
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Hoseok had worried about what date to take Jungkook on—there wasn’t a lot that he knew about the boy and it had been a while since he’d gone on a date—but Jimin had been gently encouraging the whole way. Hoseok had thought about taking Jungkook to a morning market that he went to with Seokjin about once a month. Seokjin went a lot more, probably two or three times a month, and he always took one of them with him, and Hoseok always enjoyed it. He mentioned it tentatively to Jimin, and Jimin had enthusiastically nodded, telling him that it was a good idea.
And it was .
Jungkook had jerked up excitedly in the passenger seat as he saw the signage for the market, and he’d grinned happily over at Hoseok. It had warmed Hoseok ridiculously, to see Jungkook looking happy in a pale blue sweater that had thumb holes while sitting in his passenger seat.
Hoseok insisted on paying for everything that they brought, which was a lot , because Jungkook seemed to inhale food, but everytime Jungkook saw something new, or wanted to go back for seconds, Hoseok was quickly stepping in. Jungkook had a guilty expression on his face a few times, but Hoseok ruffled his hair, tapped lightly on the tip of his nose and reassured him. The amount of times that Jungkook had blushed before they even left the market was more than Hoseok could count, and he was greedy for more. There was a small park only a few blocks away from the market, and they walked there, Jungkook finishing off the lamb skewers Hoseok had caught him eyeing on their way out, and when he finished, Hoseok pulled out the napkins he had in his back pocket. Jungkook gave him a grateful look as he took the napkins, wiping his fingers on them quickly, thanking Hoseok in a shy voice. There was a singular rubbish bin for general waste as they reached the entrance of the park and Jungkook made a happy sound under his breath as he skipped ahead to throw away the rubbish in his hands.
He was so cute.
“Hey, Jungkook-ah?” Hoseok murmured after they had been walking for five minutes or so and they had been talking about a few of Hoseok’s students and their antics.
“Yeah?” Jungkook looked at him with wide-eyes and Hoseok couldn’t help his smile.
“Can we talk about the other night at the club? Is that okay?” He asked, and he watched Jungkook’s face carefully for signs of him being uncomfortable, but other than his cheeks tinting pink again, he still looked content.
“It’s okay, hyung,” Jungkook replied, and Hoseok nodded happily.
“If you ever want to stop, just tell me, okay?” Hoseok said and then it was Jungkook’s turn to nod happily. “Okay…” Hoseok exhaled as he tried to think about where to start. Jungkook didn’t prompt him, just kept walking contentedly alongside him as he thought. “When we were talking at the club, we talked about what you were looking for in a Dominant.” Jungkook made a humming noise under his breath as he looked at the ground, his hair falling forward around his face. “But we never talked about what I was looking for in a Submissive.” Jungkook’s head jerked upward slightly, glancing over at Hoseok briefly before looking ahead. “I thought—I thought maybe I could tell you a little.” Jungkook nodded quietly, and Hoseok pursed his lips for a moment, because he knew that this was potentially where things could end here. “I haven’t been in a contract with someone in a long time, and if I’m being honest, I mainly just prefer to play with my close friends—Taehyung-ah and Yoongi, Namjoonie, Seokjin and Jiminie. Sometimes with others—”
“Like the people who came up to us in the club?” Jungkook asked, and Hoseok looked over at him quickly, but his expression is open and curious.
“Yeah, like them,” Hoseok nodded. “Not often, but sometimes. It’s fun.” Jungkook’s smile lifted into a brief grin, and Hoseok grinned back, because it felt easy, and it was nice to say that to someone who didn’t judge the people who considered his closest friends. Maybe that was why it felt as though Jungkook fit so easily. “But—the last time I had a contract with someone, I was the one who ended it, because it wasn’t working for me. I was purely their Dom and they were in a happy relationship with someone else, and I never had feelings for them more than friendship, but it also just made me realize that I didn’t just want a contract for—for play . I wanted a relationship with it, as well.” Jungkook’s step faltered slightly, but by this point, Hoseok was keeping his eyes resolutely forward. “I haven’t really been looking, if I’m being honest, because I know how hard it can be, to find someone that you click with on all those levels, who enjoys the same kind of play that I do and who we also get on outside the bedroom. And then—then I met you.” Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath and Hoseok glanced at him and could see that his cheeks were pink again. “Seeing you play with Taehyungie and Yoongi, and then meeting you properly at their place…” he pursed his lips because he didn’t want to get too distracted. “When we talked at the club, you said that you wanted to be with a Dominant who looked after you, and I think that maybe what we want is the same thing.”
“...Yeah?” Jungkook asked softly.
“Yeah,” Hoseok pursed his lips together for a moment, glancing around as they came to a natural stop by a large flower patch, and then reached out and took Jungkook’s hand. Jungkook made a little sound at the back of his throat before his fingers squeezed around Hoseok’s. “There’s a lot of stuff we would need to talk about, but I think we could work really well together.” Jungkook was clearly trying to keep back his smile, which was encouraging. “I’m not someone who likes particularly hard play, and while I like playing with brats, they’re not the type of Submissive I generally play with because what they usually want is to push and be tamed, and I prefer playing with someone who likes to follow rules and be good for me.” Jungkook couldn’t hold back his smile now, and it was sweet.
“You play with Yoongi-hyung,” Jungkook pointed out after a moment and Hoseok laughed.
“I do, and I also play with Jimin, and we all know he can be a real princess when he wants to be,” he replied and Jungkook grinned in agreement. “But we know each other well. They don’t brat for me the way they do with Taehyung or Seokjin. And it’s not like I don’t like punishments—I love having a Submissive over my lap and spanking them, or having them kneel for me—” he felt Jungkook’s fingers tighten around his at that. “—But I don’t like when rules are deliberately broken, or buttons are purposefully being pushed. Sometimes it’s fine, it’s fun to play around with boundaries, but I prefer punishments to be more…”
“Funishments?” Jungkook piped up and Hoseok nodded.
“Yeah, funishments,” he laughed. He’d heard Jimin use the phrase a lot; it sounded cute coming out of Jungkook’s mouth. He paused, because there was something else that he needed to ask, something else that was important. “Can I—you said you wanted to call me ‘Daddy’,” Hoseok tried to keep his tone gentle even though the statement was blunt. But it was something they needed to discuss. Jungkook’s cheeks got the reddest they had all day, maybe at Hoseok finally saying the title out loud, but he nodded, even as he chewed down on his lower lip. “Is there anything else around the word that I would need to know? Are you a Little?” There was no judgement in his voice, only a question. Jungkook tilted his head to the side as he looked down at the variety of flowers.
“No,” he answered simply. “I have a friend—Beomie—he’s a Little, and the things he has in his relationship with his Daddy isn’t what I want.” Hoseok nodded, and he breathed a small smile of relief. He didn’t think the role as Daddy for a Little was one that he could fill, not to the extent that would be fulfilling for both of them. “I just…The way you talked to me, when we spoke at Taehyungie and Yoongi-hyungs place, and when we were at the club…You just…” Jungkook paused and squinted, and Hoseok waited patiently, running his thumb along Jungkook’s knuckles slowly. “You seem like you would look after me,” he huffed out a slightly frustrated sounded laugh, as though annoyed he couldn’t come up with anything different, but Hoseok just kept waiting, letting him think. “You’re really nice,” Jungkook finally said simply. “And really warm. I want to cuddle you, especially when you’re smiling. I believe you when you say you’ll let me paint your fingernails, and I really like that. I like that I believe you when you talk. And you smell really nice. And—” he popped his lips a few times, swinging their arms back and forth. “You look really hot when you cum.” Hoseok hadn’t been expecting that and let out an aborted laugh.
“Shit,” he snorted and Jungkook glanced over at him, giggling. “Well, you look very pretty when you cum,” Hoseok responded after a moment, and Jungkook preened . Hoseok smiled and he squeezed Jungkook’s hand.
“My ex was a girl,” Jungkook suddenly blurted out, and it was such a shift in topic that it jolted Hoseok. Maybe also because Jungkook was acting as though this was Brand New Information when it was something Hoseok already knew, but then he realized that he had only spoken about it with Jimin. “Well, a woman,” he corrected himself with a blink, and there was tension in his shoulders.
“I don’t care if you’re bisexual, or pansexual, or—or whatever,” Hoseok replied firmly, hating that it was something that he even needed to clarify. “And—I also already knew our ex was a woman,” Hoseok wasn’t going to start their relationship hiding anything. “I spoke with Jimin about you, and he mentioned your ex, and…He said that she wasn’t very nice,” Hoseok didn’t want to taint their day by bringing up something that Jungkook likely didn’t want to talk about, and from the way that Jungkook was clenching his jaw, he was guessing he was right. “He didn’t tell me much, but I just—want you to know it’s all okay. Everything. We’ll talk about it when we’re ready, yeah?” Hoseok made sure to keep rhythmically running his thumb over Jungkook’s knuckles, and the touch seemed to calm Jungkook eventually.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” he said after a few minutes. Hoseok let things be quiet for another few moments before shifting the topic, and Jungkook readily responded, thankfully easing the tension between them. They kept walking, until a cold wind started to pick up and they circled back, walking toward Hoseok’s car. They were almost back when Jungkook’s eyes found something across the road that made him pause and look back.
“What’re you looking at?” Hoseok asked, and Jungkook didn’t hesitate before pointing at a small plant store, tucked in between a grocers and a dumpling house. “Yeah?” Hoseok was slightly surprised, but more than happy to oblige. The amount of plant stores and markets that he’d gone to with Namjoon was countless, and he was more than happy to see what Jungkook gravitated toward.
“I just got accepted for an apartment,” he looked shy and proud as he smiled over at Hoseok, while Hoseok’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Really? Oh, that’s so exciting!” He stepped in for a hug before hesitating, because even though it was second nature for him to cuddle his friends, he still wasn’t sure of Jungkook’s boundaries, although he had a feeling… Jungkook’s grin instantly spread wider and shuffled just a little closer, obviously happy at the idea of a hug, which didn’t surprise Hoseok in the slightest, not with the way he had reacted to touch the other night, like it was something he needed as much as breathing. Hoseok hugged him briefly but tightly, and then left his hand around Jungkook’s waist and resting on his hip as they crossed the road toward the store. “It’s hard to find a place in the city,” he said as they stepped into the shop, both bowing at the owner behind the counter. “You’re lucky you found one.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook said absently as he touched the leaves of a plant. “It wasn’t too hard, I make okay money, with tattooing and streaming too, and I was always good at that,” he shrugged and moved onto another plant, while Hoseok followed. “But I was just being picky, wanted to make sure I got somewhere that wasn’t far from Taehyungie and Yoongi, or Jiminie.” Hoseok asked him where he was moving, and blinked when Jungkook gave him the address. It was a pricy area, Jungkook was clearly doing better than okay, and Hoseok couldn’t help but feel his smile widen. He deserved it after what he’d been through, even though Hoseok didn’t know all the details. Jungkook decided on two plants, a fuzzy looking purple one that had a long name— gynura aurantiaca —and a small succulent. As they were walking out of the shop, Jungkook proudly with a plant under each arm, he announced that he had gone in with a plan, one random plant, and one succulent, because that was what had been recommended by Namjoon.
“Oh, you’ve been talking with Namjoon-ah?” Hoseok asked as they reached his car and unlocked it. He was already doing up his belt and starting the vehicle when he realized that Jungkook hadn’t responded. He glanced over and Jungkook was looking down at the plants in his lap, and he clearly felt Hoseok’s eyes on him.
“Yeah, he’s good friends with hyungs,” Jungkook’s voice was tentative and Hoseok nodded encouragingly.
“He’s one of my best friends too,” Hoseok agreed easily. “He’s one of the best people I know.” He didn’t start the car until he saw that Jungkook was buckled in, and he smiled over at the younger boy. “I’m glad you’re making friends here, Jungkookie. They’re good people.” He didn’t notice as Jungkook exhaled shakily, looking over his shoulder before he was pulling out of his parking spot and onto the road. Jungkook didn’t speak for a while, and Hoseok gave him space to think as he drove back to Taehyung and Yoongi’s apartment. They were only a few minutes away when Hoseok spoke up again, looking over at Jungkook once they were stopped at a red light. “Are you happy with your plants?”
“Yes,” Jungkook answered instantly. “And—and I really enjoyed going to the market and walking through the park, thank you.” Hoseok wanted to coo over how sweet he was and reach out to pinch his cheek and call him a ‘good boy’ for his manners, but he didn’t .
“Of course, Jungkookie,” Hoseok smiled at him before he was focusing back on the road. “And we’ll talk again sometime soon, yeah? Maybe we could go out for dinner?”
“I could make you dinner when I move into my new apartment?” Jungkook suggested excitedly, piping up in his seat. “I’m good in the kitchen, and the new place has a really nice one!”
“Yeah?” Hoseok grinned over at Jungkook. “That sounds amazing.” The only time he ever really got a home cooked meal was at his attempted-weekly dinners at Yoongi and Taehyung’s, or when he was over at Seokjin and Jimin’s. It was just too much hassle and clean up to do it when he was just doing it for himself. Namjoon felt similarly, although the difference was that Hoseok actually could cook, Namjoon pretty much refused except when he was trying to suck up to Seokjin. “I would really like that.”
“So would I,” Jungkook was smiling down at his plants, cheeks all bunched up adorably, and Hoseok wished he could stare at him, rather than the road. It didn’t take long before he was parking close to Yoongi and Taehyung’s apartment building, where Hoseok had picked Jungkook up this morning. “Oh—you don’t need to—” Jungkook began protesting as Hoseok turned off the engine of his car and reached for the buckle of his belt.
“Of course I’m walking you to the door, Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok gently cut off his protests, already moving to step out of the car, effectively ending the conversation. He opened the passenger side door while Jungkook was trying to balance the plants on his lap so that he could undo his belt, and Hoseok easily reached past him and unlocked his belt. He knew they were close, he could so easily feel the heat from Jungkook’s body where he was pressed against chest, but he didn’t linger, not wanting to make Jungkook feel uncomfortable. He straightened back up and didn’t bother to hide his smile at Jungkook’s flustered expression, holding open the door and waiting for him to step out.
“I really liked this morning,” Jungkook said quietly as they stood in the elevator up toward the apartment. Hoseok’s heart swelled at his words, not bothering to hide the way he was staring across the tiny elevator at Jungkook, watching him closely. Jungkook was clearly trying to avoid his gaze, flushed red and chewing down on his bottom lip. “Really, really liked it,” he mumbled and Hoseok hummed purposefully.
“What was that, Jungkook-ah?” He asked and Jungkook blinked, lifting his chin to look across at Hoseok before exhaling shakily.
“I really, really liked it,” Jungkook repeated, clearer this time, and Hoseok smiled at him.
“I’m glad, I did too,” Hoseok told him, reaching out an arm to hold the elevator door when it slid open, Jungkook practically skipping past him. It was cute, and Hoseok kind of wanted to call him Bunny but he didn’t. When they reached Yoongi and Taehyung’s door, Jungkook turned to look at Hoseok, looking a little uncertain as rocked back on his heels.
“I don’t—I’m not talking to Namjoon-hyung because I want him to—to be my Dominant,” he said and Hoseok tilted his head to the side with a slight frown.
“I didn’t think you were, Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok said slowly before tipping his head forward as he thought. “If you wanted him to be your Dom, if you felt as though he would suit you better, then that’s completely up to you,” he shrugged. “Although, I would be a little upset, because I like you a lot, but it’s your choice.” He didn’t add that he was also reasonably sure that Namjoon wouldn’t want to enter into any contract with anyone other than Seokjin or Jimin, that wasn’t his place to share. Jungkook stared at him for a moment before nodding.
“Okay,” he murmured and Hoseok smiled. There was a lot that they would need to talk about, if they decided that something was going to happen with them, but that wasn’t something they needed to talk about now. Jungkook clearly had a few hangups, and Hoseok knew that a lot of them likely came from his last relationship, and Hoseok hoped it would be something he would be willing to open up about in time.
“I’ll message you soon, Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok replied softly before he was leaning in to kiss Jungkook’s cheek gently. “Look after yourself well, okay?”
“Yes, hyung,” Jungkook was blushing again as he fumbled for his keycard and then swiped it at the door. “Have a good night.”
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Hoseok wanted to take Jungkook on a hundred dates in as short amount of time as possible, but they both had a lot going on over the next few weeks, especially since Jungkook was moving. Jungkook wasn’t at Yoongi and Taehyung’s when Hoseok went over for his midweek dinner, but then they saw each other on the Saturday when all of them went around to Jungkook’s new apartment to help him finish unpacking. Yoongi, Taehyung and Jimin had already been there—Jimin had mentioned several times through the week that he had been helping Jungkook unpack and set up his new place, and Hoseok had clearly been able to see the excitement on his face. It had always been clear how close Jimin and Taehyung were with Jungkook, and Hoseok was happy that they had their friend more permanently cemented in their lives, with his new apartment.
Selfishly, Hoseok was happy that Jungkook was here, simply because he couldn’t imagine going back to his life before he saw Jungkook’s face.
“ Yah , this place is so fancy, Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin hummed out as he was opening every single cupboard in the kitchen. “We should have all our dinner parties over here going forward, I want to use your kitchen.” He was opening the oven now, peering inside and nodding appreciatively. Yoongi was already moving toward the kitchen to join Seokjin, and started saying something above the stovetop, while Jungkook glanced over at Hoseok and grinned when he saw Hoseok looking back at him, sidling over to him.
“I told you the place had a nice kitchen,” Jungkook sung under his breath as he bumped his shoulder playfully against Hoseok’s.
“You did, you’re right, Bunny,” Hoseok’s smile widened as he turned to face Jungkook, leaning against the wall beside him. “You gonna make me lots of good food here?” His voice was low and teasing, but clearly there was something in his tone that made Jungkook’s eyes widen before sucking in his lower lip and his cheeks reddening. Hoseok didn’t push it, reaching out to briefly touch his thumb to Jungkook’s chin before he was straightening. “I can’t wait to try, Jungkookie,” he told him, before he was moving back to help Namjoon with the couch.
Hoseok was busy through the week, and Jungkook had been busy a lot through the evenings, and it took them another few weeks before they could properly go out together. There had been a dinner at Seokjin’s that they both saw each other at, but other than that it was over three weeks between their first date and their second. The communication had been constant, though. Most of it had been getting to know each other, things about their day, Jungkook preferred pictures and memes rather than sending lengthy messages and Hoseok filled Jungkook’s inbox with colourful, happy emoji’s. A couple of their conversations had veered toward a dynamic, the things they would want, the things that they didn’t want, but it hadn’t been too explicit yet. They seemed to have an understanding that they wanted to wait, just a bit longer, before they properly began those conversations, and Hoseok was happy with that.
Their weekends finally lined up, and Hoseok took Jungkook indoor rockclimbing, and then they’d gone back to Jungkook’s and had dinner… And then just a few days later, Jungkook fell sick. He’d mentioned a headache when he and Hoseok had spoken on the Tuesday night, and then by Wednesday afternoon, he sounded sniffly when he answered the phone.
Hoseok hadn’t hesitated before he was heading over after work that evening.
“ Hyung , what are you doing here?” Jungkook had whined the second he opened his apartment door, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and swamping his body.
“I brought chicken noodle soup,” Hoseok answered, holding up the bag he’d picked up on the way over. “And juk.” Jungkook stared at him for a moment longer than usual, and Hoseok had waited patiently because he could already see how red the boys nose was, and the sweat that was beginning to gather at his forehead.
“Oh—yes. Yes —thank you,” he shook his head and seemed to realize that Hoseok was just standing in the hall, and quickly stepped aside to let him inside. “Thank you,” he repeated softly as he followed after Hoseok. Hoseok made sure he ate and had lots of fluids, watching him closely and leaning in to pat his back when he started coughing. “Thank you—hyung,” he smiled tiredly over at Hoseok, his cheeks flushed, and Hoseok wondered if the way he had hurried over his words meant he wanted to call Hoseok something other than hyung .
Maybe Daddy…
“Let me get you into bed,” Hoseok said as he began clearing away the dishes from the table, giving Jungkook a firm look when he began to protest. “ Don’t argue , I’ll look after the dishes. Get into bed.” He waved a hand when the boy opened his mouth to protest, and Jungkook snapped his mouth shut with a moody look that made Hoseok smile. He came around the table to press a kiss to his temple. “Bed. I’ll be there soon.” Jungkook finally nodded with a huff under his breath before turning around and waddling off, holding his blanket tightly around him. Hoseok watched him go, and the blanket trailing like a cape behind him, before turning back to the dishes.
Jungkook looked absolutely adorable every day, he was ridiculously beautiful and that couldn’t be ignored, and even prettier when he was in a Submissive headspace. Right now, when he was snuffly and red nosed and clinging to a big pink plushie and blinking up at Hoseok with needy eyes, he just looked so vulnerable, and so sweet.
“Oh, darling,” Hoseok whispered as he stroked his fingers down the side of Jungkook’s face. “Sweet bunny,” he murmured as he reached out for the green tea he’d made before joining Jungkook in the bedroom. It was in a cup with a sealed lid and animated Iron Man graphics decorated around it, which Jungkook accepted gratefully, and sipped from it. “Seokjin-hyung made two thermos’ of tea—both lemon, ginger and honey, and green tea. So I’ve got lots more I can fill it up with once you’re done.” Jungkook gave him a thankful smile before he was shuffling further down under the covers. “Did you mind if I join you, baby?” He asked softly—not because he didn’t think Jungkook liked his touch, but because Jungkook’s sensory needs and boundaries fluctuated. Communication was incredibly important, that had become clear very quickly as they had been getting to know each other, and something that Jungkook was very upfront about, which Hoseok had appreciated.
It had been something that made him feel even more confident in entering into a relationship and a dynamic with Jungkook.
“Yes, please,” Jungkook shuffled over in bed, just the smallest movements making his breathing more laboured, and Hoseok made sure the water bottle, medication and box of tissues were close, before getting into bed next to Jungkook. “Can you turn off the light?” Jungkook asked sleepily as he drank from the pale blue cup and blinked sleepily at the movie playing on his laptop. Hoseok slid closer, carefully slipping an arm under Jungkook’s waist. Even though Jungkook had showered just before Hoseok had arrived, he was already feeling a bit sweaty and sticky through the thin shirt he was wearing, the poor baby.
“What movie is this, bun?” Hoseok asked as he squinted at the screen to figure out the vaguely familiar characters on screen.
“It’s a Marvel movie— Civil War ,” Jungkook mumbled. “Captain America vs Iron,” he expanded, although his eyes were closed and he was pressing one hand to the damp cloth on his forehead.
“Oh, yeah? And whose side are you on, Bunny?” Hoseok asked, and he saw Jungkook’s small, pleased smile as he sipped from his cup again.
“Iron Man,” he said quietly before he was passing the cup to Hoseok, decidedly done. The cup was almost finished, so Hoseok was happy, and put it down on the bedside table. “But I think Captain America also has very good points,” he added with a diplomatic sniffle as he snuggled down further under his blankets, until they were pulled up right under his nose, looking absolutely adorable, and very, very tired.
“Well, how about I watch it and let you know whose side I’m on when you wake up, yeah?” Hoseok told him gently, brushing back some hair on the boys sticky forehead and repositioned the damp cloth. He made a mental note to get up and resoak the cloth in cold water in another ten minutes or so.
“Okay,” Jungkook agreed, almost inaudibly. “And…An’ you’ll be here when I wake up?”
“Yeah, Bunny, I’ll be here,” Hoseok reassured him. He’d had to sneak out a few times when he’d fallen asleep with Jungkook and then needed to go to work in the morning. He’d asked Jimin to cover his first class in the morning so he could stay later this time. “And I’ll make us breakfast before I need to go. Maybe something spicy?” There would be something easy he could throw together to help clear Jungkook’s sinuses.
“Mm, spicy,” Jungkook mumbled happily under his breath, and Hoseok was endeared, unable to stop himself from leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. The first few times he’d done it, Jungkook had whined and tried to bat him away, protesting that he would get him sick too. But Hoseok had been persistent, adamant that his immune system would hold up against some forehead kisses and snuggles.
“Yeah, Bunny, nice and spicy, just the way you like it,” Hoseok replied, fingers brushing through Jungkook’s hair. “Now, go to sleep.” He kept his words gentle but firm, knowing that Jungkook needed to rest.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you,” Jungkook’s mumbles were even quieter now, but his words were still able to be heard, and Hoseok felt himself go still. It wasn’t the first time Jungkook had called him Daddy, but it was the first time it hadn’t sounded experimental, like the word still got stuck behind his teeth. This time, though…Hoseok’s heart swelled at Jungkook’s sweet voice, seemingly unaware of what he’d said as he tipped his head to the side, nuzzling against Hoseok’s arm. Hoseok blinked down at him, forcing himself to exhale normally so as to not disturb Jungkook, before he slipped an arm carefully between Jungkook’s head and the pillow.
When he fell asleep hours later, after finishing the movie and tucking away Jungkook’s laptop carefully, he was still hearing Jungkook soft murmur.
Daddy .
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Jungkook showed up at the dance school the week after he’d been sick, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand as he leaned against the wall in the hallway, waiting for Hoseok’s class to finish patiently. Hoseok was taking longer in class, not unusual at all for him to get caught up with some of his students, always happy to spend extra time with them, when there was a whistle from one of the students leaving the room.
“You’ve got a visitor, ssaem!” Hoseok jerked his head up from where he had been speaking with one of his youngest students in the class, looking toward the door in surprise. Jungkook popped out from behind the student, Hak Yujun, who Hoseok had been teaching for a while, since she had just graduated high school. She stepped to the side to let Jungkook in, looking after him with raised eyebrows. The student at Hoseok’s side thanked him and bowed before scuttling over, while Yujun hung back, clearly checking out Jungkook and then wiggling her eyebrows at Hoseok. Hoseok rolled his eyes, even though he could barely suppress his amused smile.
“Can you close the door, please , Yujun-ssi?” Hoseok asked pointedly, and she huffed under her breath before doing just that, leaving Hoseok alone in his dance studio with Jungkook. “Hi!” Hoseok finally greeted him with a surprised grin.
“Hey,” Jungkook smiled back at him bashfully, shuffling his feet together a little and tightening his grip around the bouquet, the sound of the patterned paper wrapped around the flowers crinkling a little.
“Hi,” Hoseok repeated, his smile softening as he closed the space between them, looking down at the colourful array of flowers, in varying shades of yellow and orange and sprinkled with incredibly green foliage. “Are those for me?” Hoseok prompted gently and Jungkook cleared his throat, blinking down at the flowers before quickly holding them out.
“Yes!” His cheeks got a bit redder. “I hope it’s okay that I’ve just shown up here.”
“You can show up anytime you want,” Hoseok replied off-handedly as he took the flowers and immediately shoved his face into the, inhaling deeply. “These are incredible, Jungkook-ah. They smell amazing.”
“You’re welcome,” Jungkook’s face was still pink but he was meeting Hoseok’s eyes more confidently. “I just—I wanted to say thank you, for looking after me last week.”
“Of course,” Hoseok beamed at Jungkook. “And I was serious, about you coming by any time. You can join in on any of the dance lessons, it’ll be fun.”
“ Aish , I’m not really a dancer,” Jungkook laughed awkwardly.
“He’s lying!” Came a yell from across the room and both men jumped awkwardly, not having heard Jimin opening the door again and coming skipping in, grinning at them. “He’s a great dancer!” Jimin announced as he threw his arms around Jungkook’s neck, jumping with complete confidence that he was going to be caught safely. And he had every right to feel confident, because Jungkook’s attention shifted easily, holding Jimin in his arms with laughter, his eyes quickly darting over to Hoseok.
“Oh really? That’s high praise from Park Jimin himself,” Hoseok grinned playfully, but he was being serious, because Jimin was very similar to Hoseok when it came to dances, hyper-critical and detail-orientated. They knew how to be good teachers, but it didn’t mean they didn’t strive for perfection.
“He’s being nice,” Jungkook mumbled with a roll of his eyes.
“He’s being modest,” Jimin retorted, and Jungkook retaliated by dumping Jimin back on his feet, although Hoseok noted that Jungkook was still careful with his movements, which was sweet. Jimin’s eyes finally landed on the flowers in Hoseok’s hands and his eyebrows lifted, looking between the two of them with a coy expression. “Oh? What’s this?”
“I was just bringing Hoseok-hyung some thank you flowers after looking after me last week,” Jungkook shifted his weight from foot-to-foot, and Hoseok wanted to coo at how adorable he looked.
“I brought you soup. Where’s my flowers?” Jimin dug his fingers into Jungkook’s side, and Jungkook swatted at his hand and Jimin retaliated and then suddenly they were chasing each other around the studio with loud yells. Hoseok just smiled at the exchange. He was glad that Jungkook was feeling better again, and watching him with Jimin was nice, seeing the way that they interacted so easily and playfully with each other. At the back of his mind, he was reminded of what Jimin had told him earlier, about Jungkook’s ex, and how she hadn’t liked the pair of them together. Hoseok could understand jealousy, and he also knew that it wasn’t something that affected him quite the same—he definitely felt possessive over his Submissives, but only to a degree, and never to one where he would tell them they couldn’t see one of their friends. Watching as Jimin launched himself on Jungkook’s back and Jungkook started whirling them around with his hands gripping at Jimin’s knees, Hoseok didn’t feel any jealousy, all he felt was happy watching the two of them laugh loudly together. Jungkook tried to twist to one side and curl Jimin over his arm, and Jimin retaliated by leaning forward and biting at his neck. Jungkook yelped as he twirled around in a tight circle before shooting Hoseok a pouting look.
“ Hyuuung ,” he whined out and Hoseok couldn’t help his grin, straightening up and closing the gap between them.
“What are you doing to my baby, huh, Jimin-ah?” Hoseok teased and even though he was looking at Jimin, he saw the way Jungkook adorably flushed. Jimin did too, tightening his grip around Jungkook’s shoulders as he smirked.
“What are you doing calling him hyung , eh, Jungkookie?” Jimin grinned wider as he saw Jungkook’s ears flare red. “I thought he was your Da —”
“If you keep teasing, I’ll tell your Sir,” Hoseok interrupted mildly, not wanting Jungkook to get too embarrassed, especially since they weren’t somewhere they were completely alone. Jimin snapped his lips together, pressing them shut and shooting Hoseok a playfully huffy look. Jungkook’s smile was grateful and sweet as Jimin slid off his back.
“You’re mean, Hoseokie-hyung,” Jimin stated and Hoseok smiled as he threw an arm around his shoulders and tugged him in close.
“And yet you love me, huh?” Hoseok squeezed him in close under his arm, because he really did adore Jimin, he was one of his favourite humans. Jungkook was watching them with a wide, happy smile, and Hoseok ended up holding out his arm for a threeway hug. Jimin was heading over to meet Namjoon after work, and Hoseok asked Jungkook if he wanted to go around the corner with him to one of his favourite noodle places, and Jungkook had taken his hand and squeezed it excitedly. Hoseok wasn’t sure if he was more excited about spending time with him, or about the food, because he was quickly learning that food was very important to Jungkook, but he didn’t care. He was having an unexpected dinner with a boy who was quickly becoming incredibly important to him, and that made his day a hundred times better than it had been before.
The way Jungkook responded to touch was something beautiful, and Hoseok loved that Jungkook didn’t shy away from asking for what he wanted. He reached out for Hoseok’s hand and twined their fingers together when they were together, or tucked himself easily under Hoseok’s arm despite their size difference, and it was adorable. A lot of people incorrectly assumed that all Submissive’s were quiet and couldn’t speak for themselves, and while Hoseok wasn’t one of those people, he sometimes did get nervous when interacting with a new Submissive, worried that maybe they were only saying certain things because they thought that’s what he wanted, or not saying what was on their mind. Jungkook had assuaged any of those concerns the first time they had met each other, and even though there had been times when he was nervous and Hoseok was able to tell, he still hadn’t stopped himself from speaking up. Now, it was clear that he wanted them to be in contact somehow, and under the table, pressing their feet together and smiling widely when Hoseok playfully trapped one of his shoes, holding his foot between his own.
“Hoseokie?” Jungkook murmured once he had finished almost his whole meal, looking up and blinking at Hoseok through the curls of his fringe, and Hoseok made sure to pay even closer attention to what Jungkook was saying. When Jungkook called him Hoseokie in that particular, soft way, Hoseok had begun to realize it was when Jungkook really wanted to call him Daddy . It had happened a few times, but not a lot, and Hoseok had been surprised at how much he was hanging out to hear it again.
“Yeah, baby?” Hoseok asked quietly as he looked across at Jungkook. Jungkook swirled his chopsticks through his noodles, rubbing his lips together in a way that showed he was clearly trying to think through what he was about to say, and Hoseok was happy to wait until he was ready. Their feet were still tangled under the table and Hoseok tried his best to rub his foot comfortingly up and down against Jungkook’s ankle, although it was a little difficult with the clunky boots he was always wearing.
“Are we…Are we going to talk about— things soon?” Jungkook asked quietly, and immediately filled his mouth with food and chewed while peeking back up at Hoseok. Hoseok watched him with a soft expression, making sure to keep pressure against Jungkook’s leg, hoping that it was some help since Jungkook looked nervous .
He really had no reason to be.
Hoseok had just been waiting for them to be ready—for Jungkook to be ready, because Hoseok already knew he was.
It had never been a question of if, but when.
“Yeah, Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok nodded with a smile and Jungkook visibly perked up, his shoulders rolling back and his face coming up so that Hoseok got to see the scrunch of Jungkook’s nose, and that little wrinkle of a frown between his eyebrows as he swallowed his mouthful. He was so beautiful. “We can go back to my place after this, if you want?” Jungkook’s eyes widened and Hoseok huffed out a short laugh, shaking his head. “To talk , not to do anything,” he clarified, and Jungkook narrowed his eyes playfully, but his lips curled up in a smile.
“That sounds good, hyung,” he said with a smile as he gathered the final noodles and mushrooms in his bowl.
“Hm?” Hoseok hummed as he picked up some meat from his own bowl and leaned across to put it in Jungkook’s bowl, pulling attention back to him. Jungkook looked up with shining eyes as he pursed his lips together. Hoseok was glad that they were sitting at the back of the noodle bar, tucked away where it was quiet, and he could tilt his head to the side and raise his eyebrows and watch Jungkook’s pupils dilate. “Is that what you call me?” Jungkook visibly swallowed and Hoseok had to fight a smug change in expression.
“D-Daddy,” he said quietly, and Hoseok let himself smile.
“Good boy.”
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Jungkook had been having fun going out on dates with Hoseok, it had been some of the most fun that he’d had in a really, really long time, and that included the fact that he had been reconnecting with a couple of his best friends. But ever since that second night that they had seen each other, in Mirrou , Jungkook could only think about being on his knees again for the man. He got impatient at times, and he still had things that he was dealing with after his last break up, and so he had been doing his best to hold all the excited bubbles and shouts inside. But after he’d gotten sick, and Hoseok had been checking on him at every opportunity and bringing him food and drinks and calling him baby and brushing back his hair and kissing his head and—one of the evenings when he’d been running a fever, he’d almost deliriously proposed to Hoseok. He had no idea how he had held it in but it just emphasised to him how much he wanted Hoseok to be his . He’d promised himself he’d bring it up to Hoseok once he’d gotten better, but he’d still been surprised when Hoseok had so quickly responded.
Everything about Hoseok surprised him, delighted him, made him feel as though he was floating on air…
They’d talked—and only talked, just like Hoseok had stated—once they had gotten back to Hoseok’s apartment. Jungkook had stayed the night and made sure to leave early in the morning since he needed to get back to his place and change before going into the tattoo parlour, but he didn’t mind at all. He would have pulled an all nighter if it meant that he could still be curled up next to Hoseok.
They had all spoken broadly about kinks—and not just about them directly, either. Hoseok had asked him about any injuries, old or new, any medication he was on and if there had been any side effects, if there were any parts of his body that were off limits to be touched. He was attentive as Jungkook mentioned an old foot injury from high school that occasionally flared up—stopping him from being able to sit back on his heels with his toes curled under him for too long, which was something that his ex had liked him doing. Lee Nabi liked the way his spine was straight and his shoulders were back and his chest was pushed forward, and she didn’t seem to care about the occasional wince of pain on his face. It was completely different from the way that Hoseok was instantly making note of the injury on his phone, setting it as a hard limit. Hoseok had also added that he had his own injuries, mainly from dancing when he was younger, with his ankle and shoulder, and said that if he was planning on using repetitive motions in a scene like with a flogger, he would occasionally wear something for support. Jungkook had made sure to write these things down as well, wide eyed and eager to learn, wanting to make sure that Hoseok knew that Jungkook was taking this just as importantly as Hoseok was. They had already exchanged test results earlier, Jungkook bringing it up first shyly one evening, offering out his phone with a copy of his own results first, and Hoseok had quickly showed his own. It had all felt so easy and safe.
At the mention of a flogger, Jungkook was cringing a little inside, even as he had filed away that this must be something that Hoseok liked, but as they went on, he realized that there was less and less that he needed to be worried about. Hoseok liked impact play, but his preferred method was with his hand or paddle, rather than a whip or a cane—or flogger. He liked bondage, and it sounded as though he was experienced with it, which made sense since he was older than Jungkook and had been a part of this world for longer. Jungkook liked the idea of bondage as well—it hadn’t been something he had played much with and he only really thought of things like rope and handcuffs, since that was what he had used previously, but Hoseok had mentioned tape and a spreader bar—if he was okay with being suspended , if it would hurt his foot injury if his ankles were tied, if there was any part of his body he didn’t want to be bound. Jungkook had mentioned that he didn’t like being hit in the face, and Hoseok had reached out to cup his chin, tenderly rubbing a thumb over Jungkook’s lips and murmured that his face was too pretty to slap.
“I’d love to see you crying though, baby…I think you’d look really pretty crying. Would that be okay?” Hoseok had asked, and Jungkook had felt his entire body lock up on the spot, all legible thought leaving his body, absolutely no chance of a coherent sentence coming out. Hoseok had instantly seen the change, the way his face must have gone slack and his eyes started glittering, and he’d pulled back a little, apologising ruefully.
They hadn’t covered almost as much ground as Jungkook had expected for their first proper negotiation talk, but they had spoken so much more in depth than he had thought, and he had been glad when Hoseok had said that they would pick their conversation up another night. There had been some documents that Hoseok had shared with Jungkook, so that he was able to edit them as well, and Hoseok had told him purposefully to take the time over, to talk to him, or Yoongi, or Taehyung, or Jimin—or whoever. It was so completely different from the negotiation that he’d had with Nabi—or, it hadn’t been a proper negotiation, because they had been stepping into a relationship, and Jungkook had still been young and thought that for some reason that completely surpassed the need for in-depth negotiations and a contract. Jimin had pointed out the red flags quietly in the past, but Jungkook had been seeing through rose-tinted glasses and something of a sub frenzy, at least at the beginning. And then he’d just ended up caught, trapped by things she made him believe, but…Jungkook tried hard not to think about her now.
Hoseok wasn’t like her.
Hoseok listened.
Hoseok cared .
Hoseok wasn’t selfish.
Maybe Jungkook found it a bit difficult to trust his own judgement, which he was still re-establishing with himself, his friends helping him whenever he asked, always around to offer silent support when he just wanted some comfort, especially after his therapy sessions. But he could trust his friends judgement—Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi…They were people who had never let him down or who never wanted him hurt, and the way that they interacted with Hoseok, the way they clearly adored him and him back, it had made him feel comfortable and safe, right from the start. Every story he’d ever heard about Hoseok before he’d met him, along with Seokjin and Namjoon, had made him eager to meet them, but things had been awkward when he’d been living in Busan, Nabi never wanted him to leave for overnight trips, especially if she knew Jimin was involved, even though Jungkook would never cheat—
“Jungkookie!” Jimin’s airy voice filled the space around Jungkook as the smaller man approached with a bounce in his step. It was one of Jungkook’s half days at the tattoo parlor, he’d finished up a piece he was doing on a woman in her fifties that had taken three sessions, and this afternoon he’d be going home to stream for a few hours as well. Before, though, he had stopped by at the cafe opposite Jimin and Hoseok’s work. Hoseok had a lot on today, and so Jungkook hadn’t mentioned he was in the neighbourhood, even though he would have loved to see him.
“Hey, Jiminie,” Jungkook grinned, getting up from his seat so that he could reach across and give Jimin a hug.
“Jimin- hyung ,” Jimin grumbled under his breath because he was still trying to correct Jungkook after all these years, even though it only worked maybe ten percent of the time. Jungkook just grinned at him charmingly as they sat down across from one another and Jimin didn’t bother to scold him any further, reaching out for one of the pastries that Jungkook had already ordered. “Sooo…We here to talk about your Daddy ?” Jimin teased quietly, and Jungkook rolled his eyes, feeling his cheeks get red but ignoring it.
“Yeah…I just wanted to know…” Jungkook pursed his lips together and tilted his head to the side. “Have you ever played with Hoseokie-hyung?” He asked and Jimin blinked, the playful look on his face fading and something more careful appearing. He finished chewing his mouthful before sipping from the boba tea he’d picked up at the counter.
“I mean… Yes ,” Jimin said slowly. Jungkook stared at him for a moment before letting out a laugh as he kicked Jimin under the table and leaned forward.
“I’m not jealous , Jiminie. I’m not asking you here because I feel weird about you playing with him before I have, or anything like that,” Jungkook grinned and Jimin’s shoulders visibly untensed. “No, I—I know that you guys have all played together, to some degree? I mean, Tae and Yoongi had told me that before that Scene at the club, that you played with each other on and off, and that was why they knew it was a safe place for me,” he said and Jimin nodded, because he knew that at some point he’d talked about playing with Tae and the hyungs before with Jungkook, although Jungkook’s life had been a bit too eventful for them to discuss their sex lives in explicit detail for a while. Even now as things were settling down for Jungkook, their lives were busy, both of them worked full time and they didn’t get to connect anywhere near as much as they both wished they could. “It was more, I wanted to know…I want to know what he’s like? If you’d played with him one-on-one, like…I just want to know what he’s like when he’s properly in a Scene?” Jungkook chewed down on his lower lip as he picked up his sandwich and took a purposefully large bite. Jimin’s eyes widened slightly, although Jungkook missed this as he purposefully avoided Jimin’s face. Jimin didn’t care about the fact that Jungkook was holding the sandwich with both hands, he reached over to rest his hand on Jungkook’s forearm and give it a squeeze.
“Hoseok-hyung will look after you,” Jimin said quietly, knowingly, and Jungkook stopped chewing, looking back at Jimin and smiling after a beat, showing the food in his mouth, the mood lightening. Jimin scrunched up his nose and reached out to flick him in the nose before pulling back. “He will. I promise he will.”
“Yeah, I know, I think I’ve known that about him since I first met him, saw him with Taehyungie-hyung and —”
“Yah, why does Taehyungie get a hyung ?” Jimin grumbled and Jungkook just stuck out his tongue playfully before continuing.
“And when I saw him at the club…” Jungkook hadn’t been deterred at all by Jimin’s interruption as his eyes turned upward, looking at the swirling, painted ceiling as he thought about that night. “The way he was speaking to me and touching me…And he was barely doing anything but…” Jimin watched with amused interest as Jungkook trailed off, the grip on his sandwich loosening over his plate as he stared upwards. After a moment, he blinked and focussed, looking back down at his sandwich and shaking his head. “I feel safe with Hoseokie-hyung,” he mumbled under his breath, almost to himself. “He looks after me really well.” Jimin’s expression softened into something else now, only tenderness as he hoped for the umpteenth time that this was the beginning of something incredibly beautiful for two of the most important people in his life.
“He will, Jungkookie,” he said softly. “I think you and hyung will be really good together.” Jungkook’s cheek dimpled with a smile as he looked across at Jimin.
“You think so?”
“I do, Kookie, I really do,” Jimin replied as he tore off another piece of pastry, offering it out to Jungkook. Jungkook happily leaned forward and took it from his hand, lips wrapping around his fingers briefly before he was pulling back and Jimin’s eyes dropped down to Jungkook’s mouth for a moment before they were quickly sliding away. He shifted in his seat as he dropped his hand, and when he looked back up at him, Jungkook was watching him a raised eyebrow. “I think me and you will be good together again sometime soon, huh?” Jimin’s words were teasing and tentative, clearly being careful because while it was something they had talked about in passing, the only Scene’s that Jungkook had participated in had been the ones with Taehyung and Yoongi, before he had started things with Hoseok. Jimin hadn’t mentioned it to anyone else except Taehyung and Seokjin, his soulmate and his partner of several years, and he had a feeling that Namjoon had noticed, but he had definitely been wanting to play with Jungkook. The longer they were reunited, the more he wanted to, but he knew he needed to wait, until Jungkook was ready, until the time was right.
Jungkook face changed as he met Jimin’s gaze across the table, and there was something darker that tinged his face as his eyes dropped, down to Jimin’s own mouth, before slowly looking back up at him again, and Jimin subconsciously pressed his thighs together under the table.
“Yeah, we’ve always been good together, Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook replied, and Jimin’s lips twitched at the honorific while his cheeks turned pink.
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“Hm, such a good boy, huh?” Hoseok’s words were spoken against the back of Jungkook’s neck and they made the hairs down his arms stand up on end, his fingers twitching around the pot handle he was gripping. “Once you’re done here, come and meet me in my bedroom, yeah, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” it was an easy response, Jungkook didn’t even think before he had responded. Hoseok tried to keep his composure, but he couldn’t help the way he sucked in a sharp breath at Jungkook’s reply before he was pressing a quick kiss against Jungkook’s shoulder and then slipping away.
Part of their negotiation before this Scene had included discussing titles and nicknames that they were both comfortable with. Jungkook’s preference of what to call Hoseok had been made clear from the start, but Jungkook had still quietly asked Hoseok what he would like—what he really liked. Most commonly, Hoseok was addressed as Sir or formally as Hoseok-ssi , and Daddy was going to be new—it was new in the time that he and Jungkook had been getting to know each other—but that was what he loved. The way that Jungkook would murmur the work every so often with such reverence and look up at Hoseok as though he held all the comfort and answers in the world filled Hoseok with the fiercest urge to protect that he’d ever experienced before. They still hadn’t had a Scene—or even been back to the club—and so Jungkook hadn’t used the term in a sexual setting before, but Hoseok had a strong feeling that he wasn’t going to mind.
What Jungkook liked to be called was easy—anything sweet and adoring. While in Scene, he preferred Bunny , but there was baby, sweetheart, Koo —Hoseok had a wide variety to choose from. He didn’t like being called anything derogatory or mean, definitely leaning more heavily into a praise kink than a degradation kink.
Jungkook took a few minutes to finish up in the kitchen, dishes from dinner all washed and put away, and Hoseok could hear his quiet footsteps coming down the hall toward Hoseok’s bedroom. Hoseok was already sitting in the chair that was usually just for decorative purposes in the corner of the room, somewhere that he had a perfect view of his bed, which was already set up for Jungkook. Jungkook paused when he reached the doorway, his eyes flicking between Hoseok and the bed, and Hoseok visibly saw Jungkook swallow hard, his fingers moving in the long sleeves of the sweater he was wearing and curling inwards adorably.
“Come here, Bunny,” Hoseok leaned forward in his seat with a small smile. He knew that Jungkook was nervous—he was too, he always was before a first Scene with someone new, and especially with someone as important as Jungkook —and nerves were okay, as long as Jungkook was still comfortable. “I want you to come and stand in front of me,” he prompted again and that pulled Jungkook forward, stepping into the room and sucking his lower lip into his mouth as crossed to where Hoseok was sitting, his eyes flicking across the bed. “Good boy,” Hoseok murmured when Jungkook was finally standing directly in front of him, hands at his side, eyes dropped to the floor. “You can look at me, Bunny,” Hoseok reached up to gently touch under Jungkook’s chin, encouraging his face upward. “You know I love to see those eyes of yours, huh?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Jungkook’s reply was so soft and now that Hoseok could see his face up close and properly, he could see the transition happening. There wasn’t a big difference, not with how lovely and soft Jungkook was anyway, but the way he held himself was looser, especially around his shoulders, and Hoseok could see his eyes beginning to shine in a particular way.
“Good boy,” Hoseok repeated, and he let his hands circle around Jungkook’s wrists over his sweater, giving them a light squeeze and then rubbing them up and down his arms gently, just for contact and comfort. “Okay, Bunny, can you listen closely to Daddy?”
And that was when he saw the real change in Jungkook’s eyes, a hitch in his breathing and his body swaying forward suddenly as though he had lost balance. Hoseok felt a swell of pride and satisfaction at the response from Jungkook, the way he was obviously falling further into a Submissive headspace. He made sure to tighten the grip he had around Jungkook’s arms, steadying him, giving him a moment to re-centre himself. While he had been around a lot of Submissives and he knew the signs, everyone was different, everyone’s reactions were different, and he’d never seen Jungkook properly fall into his headspace before.
It was beautiful.
It also made practising calling himself Daddy in the mirror for the past week to ensure he sounded comfortable and authoritative when he used it, worth it completely.
“Hey, Bunny…” he murmured softly, his thumb tucking under his sleeve and rubbing gently against the back of Jungkook’s hand. “You here with me?”
“I’m here, Daddy,” Jungkook’s voice was so soft Hoseok had to strain to hear.
“Okay, good, that’s where I want you, Bunny, right here with me,” Hoseok whispered back, leaning in close so that it was even more intimate, and he tightened the muscles in his legs slightly and pushed himself up, so he was hovering above his seat and could reach out to give Jungkook two quick kisses, on his nose and forehead before sitting back down. Jungkook’s eyes had closed, and Hoseok gave him a moment to open them again before he continued. “I just want us to have fun, okay, baby? I just want you to feel good.” Jungkook was nodding along with what he was saying, his head lolling forward as he tried to keep his eyes open and focussed on Hoseok. “I just want you to look pretty for me, and to watch you feel good. Can you do that for me?”
“Mmhm, mmhm,” Jungkook hummed in assent.
“Colours, Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok reminded him softly.
“Green!” Jungkook quickly corrected himself and Hoseok smiled, his thumb rubbing in circles on the back of Jungkook’s hand.
“Good boy,” Hoseok murmured one last time before he was letting go of Jungkook’s wrists and letting them fall limply back at his side. “Can you undress for me, Bunny?” Hoseok’s voice hardened just slightly with an authoritative edge. Jungkook’s body responded instantly, spine straightening and fingers twitching at his sides.
“Yes, Daddy,” he breathed, before his hands were gripping the hem of his sweater and pulling it up over his head. It caught around his neck for a moment before he managed to whip it off with a slightly flushed face, and then tugged off the blue and white shirt he was wearing underneath. Part of him had wondered if he should dress up—he wanted to dress up, because he wanted to make sure his Daddy saw how pretty he was—but Hoseok had told him that he only wanted him to be comfortable, and once they started playing, he wouldn’t be dressed anyway.
Hoseok was still dressed though.
He was still comfortably dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tee-shirt that had a wide neckline and showed off his biteable collarbones.
It made Jungkook shiver as his hands went to the button of his jeans, eyes flicking back up to look at Hoseok, to find him just watching Jungkook with a dark, heavy gaze, his expression not giving anything away as he watched. Jungkook swallowed hard and quickly undone the button and zipper, pushing the jeans down over his hips and to the floor, and then quickly getting rid of the light blue bikini-cut underwear that surprised Hoseok, but he made sure not to show.
And then Jungkook was completely naked, standing in front of him with slightly inward turned toes, sucking his lips in with nervousness.
Hoseok didn’t make him wait long, but he still took a few beats to properly appreciate the beautiful man in front of him.
“You’re gorgeous, Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok stated, hoping to keep a balance between warmth and authority in his voice. “Can you spin around for me?” Jungkook blinked, wide, glittery eyes fixed on Hoseok as he obeyed, slowly turning in a circle with his hands splayed out to his side and Hoseok’s stomach tightened as his eyes roamed over smooth, muscled limbs, briefly noting that he needed to fully discuss inspection kink with Jungkook, before they were face-to-face again. “So perfect, Bunny,” Hoseok smiled before his eyes were shifting, looking back toward the bed. “Okay. On the bed I’ve got some things set up for you.” Jungkook’s body twitched, wanting to turn around and look at the bed, but he didn’t, he kept his eyes on Hoseok, and that satisfied burn in Hoseok’s abdomen grew. “There’s some towels laid out so you don’t need to be worried about any mess. I just want you to use the fleshlight there, hm? I want to watch as you make yourself feel good.” There was a pause, as though Hoseok was waiting for something, but Jungkook just stared back at him, unblinking. “Colour, baby,” he prompted.
“Oh, g-green,” Jungkook quickly said, shaking his head quickly, as though to bring him back to the present.
“Good Bunny,” Hoseok smiled at him encouragingly. “Up on the bed, hm?” Jungkook jerked his head in an excited nod before he was turning around, giving Hoseok an amazing view of Jungkook’s ass.
Hoseok couldn’t wait until he could properly get his hands on it.
Jungkook blinked as he approached the bed, a long, black box looking thing that he couldn’t quite work out until he rounded the bed properly and saw that the box was the fleshlight that Hoseok had been talking about. Jungkook had seen variations of them online and in porn, but he’d never actually used one before—a handsfree, mounted fleshlight.
“ Oh ,” he exhaled shakily as he realized how Hoseok would be watching him.
“Do you need my help, baby?” Hoseok prompted and Jungkook realized that he had gone still, staring down at the items on the bed, and he looked back over his shoulder to make sure Hoseok wasn’t upset or getting impatient. But the only expression on Hoseok’s face was barely disguised tenderness.
“No, Daddy,” Jungkook replied quickly before he was getting up onto the bed, crawling carefully over to rest back on his haunches on the towels, in front of the fleshlight. The way that Hoseok had already angled it meant that the Dominant would be able to see every single facial expression that flickered across Jungkook’s face.
The toy looked expensive , and Jungkook briefly wondered if it was something that Hoseok had used a lot with his Submissives but that thought instantly made something icy-cold close around his chest and so he pushed it to the side quickly. His hand shook slightly as he reached out for the lube, uncapping the lid and then looking back up at Hoseok with a questioning tilt of his head.
“Go on, Bunny, pour some onto yourself, on your hand and your pretty cock, hm?” Hoseok prompted, watching him closely and Jungkook swallowed hard, looking back down at the lube and pouring some out onto the flat of his palm. “Make sure you put some into your toy as well, huh?” Hoseok added and Jungkook’s head jerked up.
“ My toy?” He asked without thinking, regretting it as soon as the words came out. He found it too easy to just speak his mind when he was around Hoseok, and especially when they were in Scene—their first proper Scene—he wanted to be good , he didn’t want to give Hoseok any reason to doubt what they had.
But even as he was cringing at his impulsive question, Hoseok was replying easily,
“Of course, Bunny. It arrived two nights ago, I was worried it wouldn’t be here on time.” Hoseok didn’t look upset, nowhere near as frustrated and annoyed as Nabi would be, or as stern as Taehyung would look at the disruptions. He didn’t look upset at all , even though they were clearly in the middle of something, and Jungkook felt his cheeks flush red.
He was sweet and he wanted to care for Jungkook.
Like a Daddy .
Jungkook felt as the lightness slowly rushed through him, spreading from his head and his heart, stretching out through his limbs, towards his toes and fingertips. He knew it was his mind finally letting go, feeling so comfortable and safe with Hoseok, and even though he had known that before stepping into the room, he couldn’t help a part of him that was holding back. But the way that Hoseok was easily—happily—adapting to anything that spilled out of Jungkook, his reactions genuine and unwavering even though he was probably used to obedient, quiet, well-trained Submissives…It made him calm inside. Hoseok seemed happy as he watched Jungkook.
It made Jungkook like he was crawling on clouds as he shuffled up the bed on his knees and toward the slightly intimidating looking fleshlight. He poured some of the lube onto the pale pink silicone of the toy and then glanced back up at Hoseok.
“You gotta rub it in, Bunny,” Hoseok instructed him gently. “You know how to use your fingers, don’t you, baby?” Jungkook shook as Hoseok’s words rolled over him like a way, so simple but incredibly effective in his low voice.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” Jungkook nodded, squeezing out a little more before clicking the lid back on with one hand, tossing it away and hoping that he hadn’t spilled anything sticky down the sides. The last thing he wanted to do was make a mess on Hoseok’s bed, it was so comfortable and he knew Hoseok loved it—
“What’s your colour, Bunny?” Hoseok asked and Jungkook blinked.
“Green,” he stated, his mind snapping directly back to Hoseok, just Hoseok, tilting his head to the side as he blinked again, more slowly this time. “What’s yours?” He’d never asked a Dominant that before in a Scene, but he had never been able to communicate freely in a Scene before, in the way he felt as though he could with Hoseok.
“My colour?” Hoseok looked caught off guard by the question, surprise showing briefly on his face before a smile replaced it. “I’m green, Bunny. I’m very green.” Jungkook felt a smile curl up the corners of his mouth, making his cheeks bunch up a little and Hoseok’s grin just got wider, suddenly pushing up from his seat and closing the gap between them. Jungkook’s eyes widened and began to sit back on his heels, but Hoseok’s hands cupped his face and brought him back forward, pressing a firm kiss to Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook let out a squeak before melting forward, into Hoseok. “You really do look like a bunny when you smile, baby, you’re so sweet,” Hoseok whispered against his mouth before giving his cheeks a squeeze and straightening up. Jungkook watched, his lips parted and spit-shiny and his eyes all starry as though Hoseok had just given him the greatest gift, and while Hoseok was incredibly steady on his feet, he almost tripped over himself on his way back to the chair. “Go on, Jungkook-ah,” he took in a deep breath to steady himself, and Jungkook nodded happily.
Hoseok couldn’t see exactly what Jungkook was doing—it had been a choice he’d needed to make. He could choose to see Jungkook’s face, or his ass and his hips’ movements, and not watching Jungkook’s face wasn’t an option. Not just because he desperately needed to see every single micro-expression that crossed the Submissive’s face, but also because it was their first time properly playing together and he had to make sure that Jungkook was okay, that was his top priority, over any kind of pleasure.
So he couldn’t see as Jungkook began fingering the toy, spreading the lube inside and warming it up a little, but he could see Jungkook’s reaction, his body’s reaction. He was chewing down on his lower lip with those two top teeth of his before pulling the corner of his lip into his mouth and focussing hard on what he was doing, being so good. His eyes kept flickering up to look towards Hoseok, as though to make sure that he was still watching, and every time that he saw that Hoseok was, his cheeks got pinker, the flush beginning to spread down his chest and towards his nipples.
Incredibly pretty.
“Is it nice and wet, Bunny?” Hoseok asked after a few minutes and Jungkook’s hand pulled back, nodding quickly in response to Hoseok. “You going to fuck it then?” Maybe it was the promise of getting something tight and wet around his cock, or maybe it was the crude wording of Hoseok’s question, but Jungkook’s hips jerked forward and his cock bounced against his stomach. The Dominant smirked, but didn’t add anything else, waiting for Jungkook’s response.
“Yes, Daddy,” Jungkook agreed breathily, his jaw tensing as he wrapped a hand around his cock, so much lube between his fingers that some of it was dripping off. He was going to make a mess, Hoseok had already planned for that—had been hoping for that—but Hoseok could tell that he was still worried, as his eyebrows pulled together, looking down at the stickiness below.
“Are you trying to be careful, Bunny?” He asked as he watched Jungkook, and his head darted back up.
“Yes, Daddy,” he repeated, and Hoseok wondered if the novelty would wear off, hearing that title coming from Jungkook’s mouth, the way every single time he said the word it made him feel a different, warm way. Hoseok nodded at him with an understanding smile.
“Who’s in charge here, Jungkook-ah?” He asked and Jungkook’s eyes suddenly got wide, his hand faltering, suddenly not paying attention to the mess, surprised by the sudden question, and opening his mouth silently. “Who’s in charge, Bunny?” He repeated and Jungkook swallowed hard.
“You, Daddy,” he answered softly.
“So whose job is it to worry about things right now, hm?” Hoseok asked, his eyes locked on Jungkook’s, watching the way the Submissive was instinctively creeping forward, trying to get closer to Hoseok’s voice, meaning he was almost now pressed completely against the mount the fleshlight was inside.
“I’s—it’s yours, Daddy,” Jungkook replied earnestly, so, so sincerely that Hoseok’s heart was swelling.
“That’s right, Bunny. You don’t need to worry about anything , all you need to do is be a good boy and listen to what Daddy tells you, hm?” Hoseok’s voice was lightly cooing, an adoring tone that was natural to take with Jungkook. “And that’s so easy, isn’t it, because you’re already so good, and you already listen so well.” Jungkook looked entranced by Hoseok’s words, his pupils already more blown than what Hoseok had seen a lot of Submissive’s when they were fully entrenched in a high-impact scene. It was an incredibly fulfilling feeling, seeing someone look at him with so much trust and tenderness. “And besides, I want you to make a mess,” he added with a wink and Jungkook’s body twitched before he was smiling a little, although the response time was a lot slower than usual. “Now…Fuck the toy, baby.” Jungkook didn’t hesitate before he was grabbing at the side of the box to get himself balanced and to hold it in steady, not caring about the sticky fingerprints he was pressing against it, while his other hand guided his cock.
Hoseok wished he had a better view of Jungkook’s cock, and where he was directing it toward the pink opening of the fleshlight, but he focussed on Jungkook’s face as there was suddenly a tight wetness surrounding the tip of his cock.
“ Slow , Bunny,” Hoseok murmured and Jungkook nodded, although his eyes were closed. He took his time, sliding inside inch by inch, his hips slowly moving forward, his teeth gritting as he finally bottomed out, completely surrounded. “Just stay there for a moment, okay, love?” Hoseok told him and Jungkook nodded, his eyelids sliding up just enough that Hoseok could see his eyes flickering beneath. “Does that feel good?”
“Y-yes, D-Daddy,” Jungkook stammered through a shaky breath, still trying to centre himself and Hoseok took in a calming breath of his own, flexing where his hands were resting on his knees, refusing to touch himself yet.
“I’m so glad, Bunny,” Hoseok murmured, and Jungkook preened, although it meant he rolled his body forward slightly and his position inside the toy shifted and his eyes squeezed shut again. “I know that you prefer to bottom, and I thought about getting a dildo and watching you bounce on that until you came.” Jungkook’s eyes flew open again, and a needy noise left his mouth. “But…The first time that I get to see you cum with something inside you, I want it to be my cock.” Jungkook blinked before groaning and grabbing at the mount with both hands, his fingers flexing—his tattooed fingers flexing, and Hoseok licked his lips thinking about those hands grabbing desperately at his arms, or pinned beneath his own hands.
“ Daddy …” it wasn’t quite a whine, more a needy exhale as Jungkook strained not to move, and Hoseok smiled.
“You can fuck it properly now, Bunny. But slow .”
Jungkook followed instructions so well, and even though his body was tense as he began rolling his hips forward, he kept a slow, mostly steady pace.
He did so well.
Even as his nose began to scrunch up, and Hoseok could see sweat beading at his hairline, and his knuckles were bloodless from how tight he was gripping the box, Jungkook kept that same pace.
He was so good.
And the way he kept looking up at Hoseok, for guidance, for praise, for affirmations—he was so beautiful.
“You’re so good, Bunny,” Hoseok whispered as Jungkook started making little noises under his breath, his eyes heavy-lidded. “You listen to your Daddy so well.” The sound that came from Jungkook then was louder, almost punched out.
Your Daddy .
YourDaddyyourDaddyyourDaddy.
Jungkook’s body shook at that, at the possessive language, that Hoseok was his . Maybe he didn’t like the posturing thing like some Dominants did when it came to their Submissives, but it didn’t mean that Jungkook didn’t want everyone to know that Hoseok was his Dominant, his Daddy.
“Go on, Bunny, you can go faster now,” Hoseok murmured, rubbing the heel of his palm against himself as he watched Jungkook, the way his body was quivering with need and the force it took for him to stop himself fucking forward at his own pace to chase after the feeling. His head shot up to look at Hoseok at the words, and Hoseok sucked in a sharp breath at the boys face—how sweaty and desperate he was—and he couldn’t help it, finally pushing the front of his pants down and pulling out his cock.
“ Daddy ,” Jungkook exhaled, and his movements hadn’t quickened, they’d actually slowed , his eyes on Hoseok’s cock, his lips shiny and parted and the tip of his tongue slipping forward.
“Yeah, baby?” Hoseok’s voice hitched, widening his thighs a little more to give Jungkook a better view. It wasn’t as though Jungkook hadn’t seen Hoseok’s cock before, they’d showered together a few times and gotten changed in front of each other before bed, and it wasn’t as though Jungkook hadn’t seen Hoseok hard , because they’d fooled around in the shower as well. But the way that Jungkook was staring was as though it was a completely new revelation, something that he had been holding out for, and so Hoseok didn’t tell him to continue, he let him take a moment. He probably needed it, too, a small break from the stimulation, and Hoseok was happy to give it to him.
At least until he was ready to see Jungkook’s face scrunch up in pleasure again, ordering Jungkook to start fucking the fleshlight again and feeling pride swell at the way Jungkook immediately followed his order, while Hoseok’s hand was still glued to his lap, where he was grasping his own cock.
“Daddy wants to see you move faster, Bunny,” Hoseok ordered, even when he knew that it was going to be too much, knew that it was going to push Jungkook over the edge. And Jungkook knew as well, the way his eyes looked up in worry, forehead wrinkled and making a punched out sound. “Go on, Bunny,” Hoseok encouraged. This scene was never meant to be a difficult one, he wasn’t trying to push any of Jungkook’s limits or make it hard for him to follow orders, it was just about feeling good and making sure they meshed well together. “Are you gonna cum, baby? Is that feeling good?”
“ Yes, Daddy — it’s — it’s —so good !” Jungkook was gasping out, his dark hair sticking to his face and his thrusts making dull, thumping noises as his hips thrust against the fleshlight mount.
“Oh, baby, you’re doing so good, you’re listening to Daddy so well, huh?” Hoseok’s voice was getting tight, his hips began to roll upwards more steadily so that he was fucking into the tight circle of his fingers. He was already so close, and he knew that Jungkook was even closer, with the pretty, whiny whimpers that were just getting louder. “Do you think it’ll feel even better if you’re fucking Daddy?” Jungkook’s body jerked and he let out a gasp. Hoseok grinned wickedly, his body tensing up. While Jungkook preferred bottoming, and Hoseok preferred to top, they had both said that they also enjoyed switching occasionally, that Jungkook enjoyed servicing his Dominant by topping and it was honestly something that Hoseok was looking forward to.
Seemed Jungkook was as well.
“D-Daddy?” Jungkook gasped, looking almost nervous. “Daddy, I—I—”
“Cum, Bunny,” Hoseok acquiesced softly, eyes staring at Jungkook intently, his hand still working himself over. “Let me see you cum.” The groan that Jungkook let out was loud and rough, and it instantly triggered Hoseok, throwing his head back as he came. It had been months since he’d shared an orgasm with someone, and even though he and Jungkook weren’t touching , it took Hoseok a long few ragged breaths before he felt as though he could feel his toes again. And then he was instantly pushing himself up off the armchair and crossing the space to where Jungkook had collapsed forward. “ Baby …” he exhaled heavily as he quickly began moving Jungkook, shifting him off the toy, carefully taking him out of it and laying his limp, sticky cock against his stomach. He leaned forward, showering kisses down on Jungkook’s face. “Oh, baby—you did so well, you were so good for me, sweet boy.” His hands were fluttering a little nervously, unsure if Jungkook’s slack mouth and closed eyes were a good thing.
But then Jungkook was smiling, his eyes still closed and his body still, arms limp at his sides, but smiling and Hoseok exhaled in relief before a grin was widening across his face, the dopamine rushing through him and the high of the Scene making him feel dizzy.
“Ai, Jungkook-ah, you’re so beautiful, such a good boy,” Hoseok praised him relentlessly, making sure to keep a hand in his hair as he reached out to pick up the wet wipes and towel from where he’d laid them out earlier. He had a thing about being clean and it turned out Jungkook did to, the Submissive making it a point to say it didn’t like to go to bed sticky and covered, it wasn’t a hard limit but it wasn’t something he enjoyed . He’d also said that he didn’t mind cleaning himself up, which Hoseok had abruptly ended any discussion of, because that was part of his aftercare as well, knowing that he was looking after his Submissive well.
Jungkook let himself be manoeuvred whatever way Hoseok turned him, letting his legs fall open and barely twitching as Hoseok wiped him down and then patted him down with the towel. Hoseok spoke with him softly, encouraging him to move up the bed, so Hoseok could take away all the towels and then pulling the blanket up over him. He only left for a brief moment, to get rid of all the towels and to get a bottle of juice. He ran his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and tipped his head back, lifting the juice up to his lips and encouraging him to drink.
“Can you talk to me, baby?” Hoseok whispered once he’d slipped into bed and was running his nails up and down Jungkook’s arm. “Can you tell me how you feel?”
“‘M…’M good,” Jungkook mumbled, his eyes closed as he nuzzled in closer against Hoseok.
“Yeah? Anything hurt? Anything not feel okay?” Hoseok couldn’t help that he was fussing a bit and not letting Jungkook fall asleep just yet. It was the first time he’d properly played with Jungkook and he needed to know that he was okay. But Jungkook’s dopey smile seemed content and his body was warm and loose and trying to curl into Hoseok’s, and he was feeling confident that he could let them fall asleep.
“Tha’ you, Daddy,” Jungkook mumbled as he was trying to push his face further into the curve of Hoseok’s neck and making adorable snuffling noises, like he was chasing after Hoseok’s scent.
“Thank you , Bunny,” Hoseok whispered back.
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Hoseok knew that he was in that typically dizzy, lovestruck part of a new relationship, pointed out many times by his students with how his smile was permanently wide on his face and he was going light on every mistake they made, but it still felt different. He had been there when Jimin and Seokjin were falling in love, and they were still caught up in the same space with the way they loved each other loudly, and Yoongi and Taehyung were the same but different, their love so strong but in a quieter way—except when Taehyung decided to make a show about it. He could only imagine how Jimin and Seokjin would react when things became official with Namjoon finally, and now it was his turn as well. It wasn’t that he hadn’t had good relationships in the past, he had never even had a bad break up—he knew he was lucky in that regard—but he had never had an amazing relationship, he’d never been with someone and known that he would fall in love with them.
Jungkook was different.
He was already falling in love.
It wasn’t just Jungkook who stopped by Hoseok’s work, Hoseok had asked if he could pick Jungkook up from the tattoo parlor and had come by to introduce himself to the two others that worked there, another tattooist named Bang Christopher and a piercer named Lee Felix, and had then visited a few more times. And even though he initially didn’t really understand how there was such a demand for watching people play games online, Hoseok had started playing Jungkook’s streams in the background when he was at home alone. It made him smile like an idiot to hear Jungkook’s voice in the background, playful and loud when he was doing well and all muttery and serious when he was doing something that he found difficult. He recognised the usernames of the people Jungkook played with regularly now, and Seokjin occasionally jumped on and played with him as well, which could get incredibly loud and amusing.
Jungkook was just…The sweetest boy.
He loved when Hoseok spoilt him, doted on him, indulged him—but he also liked his own space, being independent and doing things on his own, and sometimes a few days would pass between when they would see each other. Given the long days that Hoseok could work at the dance studio, he was glad that Jungkook wasn’t the type of partner who got upset when he wasn’t always available. But then after a few days had passed, even if they had video chatted and spoken on the phone, Jungkook would be quietly saying that he missed his Daddy and wanted to see him again and Hoseok was all too happy to make that happen.
The first time that they’d had sex, Hoseok had insisted that it wasn’t going to be through a Scene, that he wanted to make sure that there wasn’t anything stopping either of them from speaking up. Even though there was the natural power dynamic between them because of how they responded to each other, Hoseok didn’t want the first time that they properly had sex together to be something that was thought through and where Jungkook was following Hoseok’s direction. It was a little clumsy and Jungkook giggled a lot and Hoseok would absolutely never forget the first time he was properly inside Jungkook, and heard the breathy way Jungkook whispered Daddy as his arms clung to Hoseok’s shoulders.
It was perfect.
The way Jungkook acted the rest of the weekend after they’d slept together was adorable, barely able to contain himself, bouncing around on his toes and wrapping Hoseok up in hugs any moment he could, peppering kisses across his neck and whispering how happy he was.
He was so sweet, it felt like Hoseok’s teeth should rot with how much of Jungkook he was consuming.
Watching him fall asleep while clutching at a plushie, lips pursed out in an unconscious pout and hair flopping over his forehead was probably one of the most adorable sights Hoseok had ever seen.
They hadn’t been back to Mirrou yet, despite a few invites from their friends—especially on Friday nights—but Hoseok still had his attempted-weekly dinner date with Taehyung and Yoongi that Jungkook usually came with him to. Yoongi loved fussing over Jungkook, something that made Hoseok smile, and honestly he wasn’t surprised when Taehyung brought up the idea of having a Scene together. Jungkook had known Taehyung and Yoongi longer than he’d known Hoseok, and was clearly comfortable with them, and when Hoseok mentioned it to him later, he admitted with pink cheeks that Yoongi had suggested it to him as well.
Watching Yoongi and Jungkook kiss now that Jungkook was his made something burn inside Hoseok he didn’t think he’d experienced before. Not jealousy, but definitely an intense possessiveness. For a brief moment, the thought flickered through his head that he didn’t think he would be able to trust himself watching Jungkook with anyone outside of their small, trusted group, but then he focused back on what was happening. They were only going slow, not having a full shared Scene that Hoseok had experienced with Yoongi and Taehyung before, but watching Yoongi and Jungkook undress each other and catching glimpses of their tongues as they kissed had Hoseok completely hard already. Taehyung hadn’t fared much better, not even bothering to hide his smirk as he rubbed at his erection through his pants. Their hyung was delicate, but even though Hoseok had technically already seen them together, it was different now that Jungkook was his, seeing Yoongi slide into Jungkook’s lap and cup his face in his hands while Jungkook’s muscled arms wrapped around Yoongi’s body; it was an all new feeling.
“C’mere,” he grunted at Taehyung, and Taehyung shifted closer in one controlled slide on the couch, and he grabbed at the back of Hoseok’s head, pulling him in for a kiss. It had been a long time since he’d kissed Taehyung—the last person he’d kissed before Jungkook had been Namjoon in a brief run in, and before that it had been Jimin—and he forgot how good it felt to kiss Taehyung. Because the younger man was Dominant, and he liked to push , but for some reason, he didn’t with Hoseok. He did with Seokjin and Namjoon, he didn’t need to with the Submissive’s, but then with Hoseok, he was playful but he didn’t try to be in charge. It was a nice dynamic that Hoseok enjoyed, although it felt even better tonight as he wrapped a hand loosely around Taehyung’s throat.
“ Shit, Seokie… ” Taehyung breathed out and Hoseok let out a growl as he tightened his fingers around the younger Dominant’s throat. He felt comfortable getting rough with Taehyung given how rough they’d played in the past, and he’d watched Namjoon and Taehyung wrestle around and Namjoon was much stronger than him. Taehyung nipped at his lips, sharper than what Jungkook would do, but not as mean as he would go after Seokjin’s mouth, and Hoseok bit back harder. When they pulled apart, breathing hard, Hoseok’s eyes found Jungkook’s—and Yoongi’s—where the two Submissive’s were clutching at each other and watching their Dominant’s kiss.
“ Daddy ,” Jungkook exhaled shakily and Hoseok’s body stiffened in a natural response, and his fingers curled into Taehyung’s neck, making the Dominant hiss and breathe heavily.
“Fuck,” Taehyung groaned, and Hoseok’s attention shifted, reaching forward to kiss Taehyung once more before releasing the hold he had. Taehyung looked over at Yoongi and Jungkook, then back at Hoseok and shook his head. “Shit, I knew he called you that, but…I hadn’t heard it yet.” Hoseok felt pride pulse in his chest, a glow on his face as he looked back over at Jungkook and Yoongi, holding out a hand.
“Come here, Bunny love,” Hoseok said quietly and Jungkook didn’t hesitate, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Yoongi’s mouth before easily lifting him off his lap. Yoongi’s eyes were wide and curious as he watched Jungkook crawl across to the couch to where Hoseok and Taehyung were sitting. Hoseok’s hand curved to frame the side of Jungkook’s face and Taehyung leaned forward with his legs spread, curling two fingers in Yoongi’s direction to encourage him to join them as well. “Hi, Bunny,” Hoseok leaned forward, close to Jungkook, watching the happy smile that spread across Jungkook’s face, swaying into Hoseok’s touch.
“Hi, Daddy,” Jungkook murmured and Hoseok’s grin widened, he could feel his face glowing with the affection he felt. Taehyung and Yoongi’s eyes were on them, and Hoseok wondered how obvious it was to them that he was falling in love.
“Come sit on my lap, baby,” Hoseok told him. “We’re gonna watch your hyungs, hm?”
“Mmhm!” Jungkook hummed happily, climbing up onto Hoseok’s lap, folding himself easily around Hoseok and shoving his face into Hoseok’s neck with a happy sound. Hoseok wrapped an arm around Jungkook’s back, manoeuvring him so he was half-turned on Hoseok’s lap and able to face Taehyung and Yoongi, and when he looked up, Yoongi and Taehyung were watching them with fond expressions. He arched an eyebrow at them even as he felt his cheeks heat up, and Taehyung ducked his head to hide his smirk as he redirected his attention toward Yoongi, reaching out to grip his Submissive’s chin and draw him in closer. Jungkook shifted in Hoseok’s lap, although there were still warm puffs of air against Hoseok’s collarbones—Hoseok had quickly realized that once Jungkook felt comfortable enough to seek Hoseok’s touch unabashedly, one of his favourite places was to have his face shoved in Hoseok’s neck, hidden in his hair. It was cute, like everything else about his baby.
They’d already decided in advance that while there might be some kissing and touching between the couples, they weren’t going to go any further with each other. Even though they’d all technically had sex and played together in several variations, the dynamics were different now, and they wanted to make sure everyone was comfortable.
Jungkook’s breaths became laboured and shallow the longer he stayed in Hoseok’s lap, especially when Hoseok’s hand massaged Jungkook’s stomach through his thin shirt, slowly inching downward and playing with the hem. His eyes were sliding shut, but Hoseok was keeping a close eye on him, whispering to him that they didn’t want to miss any of the show in front of them, and that would make Jungkook whimper but force his eyes open again. By the time Hoseok’s hand had slipped under his loose pants and the band of his briefs, Yoongi was on the ground between Taehyung’s spread thighs with tears dripping down his cheeks as Taehyung forced his head down faster. As Hoseok’s hand circled around Jungkook’s cock, his body jerked forward, eyes wide now and glued to where spit was gathered in the corners of Yoongi’s mouth, Taehyung’s noises just getting louder as he got closer to his orgasm.
“Are you going to cum for your Daddy, hm?” Hoseok rasped in his ear, unable to stop himself from the way he was rolling his hips upward occasionally, grinding his own erection against Jungkook’s ass. “Looking at the way Yoongi takes Tae so good?” His nose rubbed at the soft spot under Jungkook’s ear. “Yoongi-hyung takes it so well, doesn’t he?” There was a whimpery-whine from Jungkook as he jerked his head a few times in a nod, and there was a low chuckle from Taehyung close by. “Go on, Bunny. Daddy isn’t going to make you wait. He’s not as mean as Tae.” There was another laugh, this time Taehyung looked over at them, his face flushed and his fingers sunk in Yoongi’s hair, and Jungkook was staring, down at where Yoongi’s mouth was so easily taking Taehyung’s length.
“I’m only mean coz my baby likes it, huh, Yoongi-yah?” Taehyung grinned and there was a muffled, gurgled sound from Yoongi and a single tap of his fingers against Taehyung’s knee. Yes. Green.
“Yoongi-hyungs so pretty,” Jungkook spoke clearly for the first time since he’d crawled into Hoseok’s lap, and in the next shaky exhale, he came over Hoseok’s fingers and inside his briefs.
“So good,” Hoseok praised him gently, holding him tightly against his chest as they focussed back on Taehyung and Yoongi.
Sometimes Hoseok didn’t get off when he and Jungkook were in a Scene together, and that was okay. He got a high, a rush, from the way that Jungkook responded to him, fell into him, melted for him, and a lot of the time that was a much bigger hit of dopamine than an orgasm. Tonight was one of those times, holding Jungkook close against him and watching their friends move together once Taehyung had pulled Yoongi up onto his lap and down onto his cock.
It was a couple of days later that Hoseok met up with Namjoon at one of the dumpling houses that they used to frequent back when they had lived together in a tiny one bedroomed apartment. It wasn’t as busy this morning as it got some days through the week, since it was Saturday morning, and Hoseok let out a snort of amusement as Namjoon walked through the door, his shoulders hunched and his head dropped forward. He was wearing a big pair of sunglasses that definitely weren’t his and when he dropped into the booth opposite Hoseok, he let out a long groan.
“Rough night?” Hoseok asked with a knowing smirk. Namjoon just groaned, his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. Whenever they went to Mirrou on Friday nights, they didn’t drink much because they wanted to keep their heads clear, but it didn’t mean that they sometimes didn’t go back to one of their apartments to let off some steam together afterwards. Judging by the marks all up Namjoon’s neck and across his collarbones, Seokjin and Jimin had done a good job devouring him last night.
And probably Seokjin’s sunglasses, going by the pink flower at one corner of the frames.
Hoseok made sure to order enough for Namjoon to drown in—about a normal amount for Jungkook—and they didn’t really start talking until they were at least halfway through. Hoseok brought up his work, and that Jungkook was sleeping back at his apartment, and Namjoon talked about what he was producing at the moment, and then brought up Seokjin and Jimin.
They’d asked him to move in.
“You guys are just jumping right to that, huh? You guys aren’t even a thing yet,” Hoseok was laughing with his mouth full of pork and cabbage, but there was no judgement in his voice, never when it came to the people he loved, and Namjoon had finally taken off his sunglasses and was grinning back at him with a smear of soy sauce on his chin.
“I know it was never official, but…I dunno,” Namjoon shrugged a shoulder as he picked up another dumpling, opening it to let the juice spill out onto his spoon. “I’ve been theirs since the first time Jimin fucking sat in my lap at Mirrou and I let hyung Dom me.” Hoseok grinned, because he had been there for that, he had seen it all happen, the way Namjoon had been completely infatuated with them both from the start. “I think maybe they’ve been mine that whole time as well.” Hoseok smiled and nodded. It had been a while since then—they’d known Seokjin for a while but Jimin had been someone new, and through Jimin they had also met Taehyung, and Taehyung and Yoongi had gotten together, and then through them, Hoseok had been brought Jungkook.
“I think I might be in love with Jungkookie,” Hoseok said before stuffing his mouth again, because even though the thoughts had been flickering there, sometimes beneath the surface, sometimes blatantly obvious on his face, it felt more real verbalising it for the first time.
“You think ?” Namjoon arched an eyebrow across at Hoseok and Hoseok blushed.
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Everything had been good—everything was always good with Hoseok, especially when they were in a Scene together. Hoseok looked after him and was more attentive than anyone that Jungkook had ever been with—not just in regards to the BDSM lifestyle either, just in general . The way he cared for Jungkook had him wondering sometimes what he had done to be so lucky to have a partner like him.
But it didn’t mean everything was perfect, things couldn’t be like that all the time.
Jungkook wasn’t sure when things started going wrong, the creeping feeling that felt almost icy under his skin, and then suddenly it was overwhelming.
Hoseok liked sensory play—some things that Jungkook had tried before, some things that he hadn’t. A few weeks ago, Hoseok had used ice cubes on Jungkook, and that was a definite Green . Last week they had used hot wax, and Jungkook had been hesitant about it initially, his body tense as he had waited for the coloured wax to drip down and hit his skin, and then once he had adjusted, he had confidently moved from Yellow to Green . Blindfolds were often viewed as ‘beginners stuff’, things that people who were Vanilla even enjoyed sometimes, but Jungkook had been more nervous about the blindfolds, than the wax. Hoseok hadn’t pushed him—the opposite, really, even though it was something that Hoseok enjoyed and was very much Green on his kink list, he’d said it was the same as everything else, there was nothing that either of them needed to do. Everything was optional and a decision made between the pair of them.
Jungkook had had a bad experience with blindfolds in the past, blindfolds were something that Nabi had enjoyed, keeping Jungkook blindfolded and off-balance and sitting on the floor completely at her mercy until he felt something whip out at him.
But Hoseok was different, and Jungkook had wanted to try again.
He wasn’t sure when his brain started shutting down and conjuring up images, but it was before Hoseok had started fucking him, and he knew he should have spoken up sooner because as soon as Hoseok was inside of him, it felt like his brain went offline completely.
All he saw was her .
All he heard was disappointing her.
All he felt was small and used by her.
He couldn’t see anything, and he was on his hands and knees—not his favourite position, but not usually one that he hated— but he couldn’t reach out to grab at something, anything, to try and ground himself. His fingers were curled into the blankets below him but it wasn’t enough, and there were colourful lights exploding behind his blindfold as he twisted his head from side-to-side, trying to escape the darkness.
“—ook-ah? Jungkook-ah?”
“D- Daddy ,” Jungkook wasn’t sure when his breathing had become so shallow, catching in his throat, feeling like something that didn’t come natural. He was still full and it felt like a painful intrusion that he was pressing back against, heat draped all over him and suffocating, his words coming out rushed. “Daddy, red. Red, please. P-please. P—”
“Jungkook-ah— baby !” He didn’t feel as hot anymore and his hips relaxed slightly, and then suddenly there was light, too much light.
“ Nngggf !” Jungkook dropped himself down onto the bed, collapsing his head into a folded arm to try and escape the brightness from the overhead light. There’d been a warmth on his back that suddenly disappeared, the mattress dipping, and he heard Hoseok curse under his breath before the light suddenly went off, and a moment later, a dimmer light touched the corners of Jungkook’s eyes instead.
“Jungkook-ah, baby, Jungkook-ah…” Hoseok was saying his name a lot, and he was pretty sure there was something else that he was saying too, but Jungkook’s breathing was coming out heavily now, and it was loud in his ears, and he was trying to count in the way Yoongi had taught him, and he couldn’t hear. “Bunny, my baby…” Hoseok still wasn’t too close, Jungkook wished he was closer, but he slipped a hand under Jungkook’s folded arm, finding his hand and squeezing it tightly.
Jungkook squeezed back, he squeezed back hard, and later he would feel horrible for doing that to Hoseok’s pretty, dainty hand, but all he wanted was to remember where he was, who he was with. He could feel the callouses on the inside of Hoseok’s palm, and while his hand was smaller than his own, it was bigger and wider than Nabi’s. It was Hoseok’s. It was Hoseok that he was here with, his Daddy.
“Can I touch you, Jungkookie?” Hoseok murmured after what felt like a long time had passed. Jungkook felt cold , and he wondered if Hoseok was too, but the Dominant hadn’t moved an inch from where he had laid back down next to Jungkook, close but not touching.
Jungkook wanted him to touch, though.
“Yes, please,” his voice came out a lot more strained than he expected—as though he had been roughly throat-fucked. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Hoseok was moving, shuffling closer, gathering Jungkook up in his arms and pulling the fluffy throw from the bottom of the bed up and over them. Jungkook didn’t realize he had been shivering, and he desperately sought Hoseok’s warmth, his nose bumping against Hoseok’s collarbones before his nose was snuffling upwards. He only realized that he’d been crying when his sticky-wet face rubbed against Hoseok’s dry shoulder, and he sniffed.
“Go on, Bunny,” Hoseok whispered as he wrapped his arms tighter around Jungkook, one hand cupping the back of his head and encouraging him forward. “I’m here for you, baby.” Jungkook let out a shuddery breath, finally letting himself press his face into Hoseok’s neck, rubbing his face against Hoseok’s shoulder as he inhaled the scent of his body, trying to memorize it. He’d tried a hundred times before, and for some reason Hoseok always smelt better, every single time, his memory never did him justice. “I’m here, baby,” he repeated softly and Jungkook didn’t realize that he had barely been able to move his limbs, feeling all sluggish and off, but he finally managed to throw an arm around Hoseok’s waist.
He was safe with Hoseok, it was easy to remember that when he could see him, hear him, smell him.
“I love you, Daddy,” he mumbled as he clung to Hoseok, his shivering finally subsiding, all energy drained from him as he fell into a deep sleep.