The minute Kim Namjoon stepped inside the school, he was immediately flocked by girls and guys alike.

"Yo, Joon! Video games at my place after school today?"

"Hey Namjoon! You never replied to my text, are we still on for dinner this weekend?"

"You look good today, Namjoon!"

His two best friends were at his side quickly, fending off the boys admirers.

"Alright, alright, leave the poor boy alone." Jung Hoseok said, his arm around Namjoon's shoulders. "But ladies, feel free to text me if Joonie ever ghosts you."

Namjoon rolled his eyes and shoved Hoseok off him. "Shut up, you're gay."

"So are you, my little Numcakes." Hoseok cooed, pinching the boys cheek.

Annoyed, Namjoon pushed him off. "Bi isn't the same thing."

"Good morning, Joon." Jeon Jungkook skipped beside them. "Ready for our chem test today?"

Namjoon scoffed, stopping at his locker. "That class is a joke. And they call it AP? It's like preschool!"

"Confidence is key." Hoseok nodded. "But also your big sexy brain helps."

"You would get better grades if you actually studied." Namjoon raised an eyebrow as he pulled his books out.

"No need." Hoseok waved his hand dismissively. "You're gunna cure cancer or something and I'll just live off your riches for life."

The tallest of the trio snorted, slamming his locker door shut. "You're lucky I haven't put a restraining order on you yet."

Hoseok laughed, throwing his arm around the boy again. "You can't get rid of me, who else can put up with your arrogance and stubbornness?"

"Me." Jungkook raised his hand.

"If either of you were half as good at everything like I am, you would show it off too." Namjoon rolled his eyes.

Jungkook looked at the tiled floor. "Yeah, I'm in 293rd place in the whole school. I really need to do better."

"Hey, I'm only #170." Hoseok reminded him. "And look how I turned out!"

Namjoon, who was #1, ignored them both, checking his phone as he walked to class.

New text from Mom: hey sweetie, remember you have dinner plans tonight with the Parks!

Sighing, Namjoon powered his phone off.

His parents were rich and successful, and he was expected to be the same.

His parents were trying to set him up with the son of a business model, claiming the two would be a power couple and perfect match for a bright, rich future.

Which Namjoon didn't really mind, but he was really picky when it came to relationships and wished he had the freedom to choose whoever he wanted.

You would think his parents would have disowned him for being bisexual, but instead they embraced it, saying gay couples could get farther than a straight couple, because if anyone tried to stop their success, they would be accused of being homophobic. Namjoon didn't really care about all of that, since he was bi he could easily date a girl or a guy, but he still didn't want his parents to exploit his sexuality for success.

Oh well. At least if this dude was a model then he wouldn't be ugly.

"Oh, almost forgot!" Hoseok clapped Namjoon's shoulder. "Kook and I have an early birthday present for you!"

"My birthday isn't until next week." Namjoon reminded him as they slipped into their seats.

"I said it was early." Hoseok huffed. "Meet me at my car after school today and I'll drive you there."

"What is it?" Namjoon asked.

"A surprise." Jungkook giggled into his hand.

"I can't today, I have dinner plans with Park Jimin." Namjoon shook his head.

"It won't take that long, you'll be back home in time for- wait, did you say Park Jimin?" Hoseok gasped.

"You know him?" Namjoon flipped open his textbook.

"Are you serious?!" Hoseoks eyes were wide. "He's the guy I've been talking to you about for months! The guy I've followed on all social media for years? The hottest guy alive?!"

"Oh. Him." Namjoon wasn't really paying attention as he reviewed the contents of the book.

"You have to let me come with!" Hoseok pleaded, grabbing the boys muscular arm. "It would be an honor to lick the seat he sits on!"

"Weirdo." Namjoon shook him off.

"Please! I'll just sit under the table and not make a sound!" Hoseok reattached himself.

"No, freak." Namjoon kicked the boys chair away and Hoseok gasped as he fell to the ground.

Jungkook was quick to help him up. "Can you help me review before the test starts quick, Joon?"

"No." Namjoon said. "You should have studied if you really care about being in 293rd place."

Grumbling, the two boys took their seats again, and finally, class started.

-

"How the hell did you get 107 out of 100?!" Jungkook exclaimed, holding out Namjoon's test after school.

"Easily." Namjoon didn't look up from his phone as he responded to some emails from colleges that were scouting him. "I told you that class was a joke."

Jungkook and Hoseok shared a tired look. They had all been friends since preschool, but that didn't mean they were used to Namjoon's arrogance.

"Come on buddy, your surprise awaits." Hoseok opened his car door and shoved Namjoon inside.

"Hey!" The boy snapped as Hoseok slammed the door shut on him. "I told you I don't have time for any detours today!"

"It won't take long." Hoseok reminded him as he slid into the drivers seat, while a giggling Jungkook climbed into the backseat.

Namjoon let out a long sigh. "Fine. Just hurry up."

Hoseok took that statement too literally, and backed up way too fast, slamming the other two boys flat against their seats, before flooring the gas pedal and speeding out onto the road.

"Hobi!" Jungkook screeched, his nails digging into the leather seat.

Namjoon grabbed the handle above the window. "You're going to get pulled over, stupid ass! Slow down!"

Hoseok ran a stop sign, and the sound of angry cars honking filled the air. "But you said to go fast, Joonie B Jones."

"You're going to kill me before we even get there!" Namjoon growled, reaching for the emergency brake.

Hoseok slapped his hand away and slowed down. "Fine, fine. You two don't understand the concept of fun."

"You're just suicidal." Namjoon muttered, relaxing at the safer speed.

Hoseok double finger gunned him and the car swerved.

"Hoseok!"

"Fiiiiiiiiine!"

-

Twenty minutes later, Hoseok pulled the car up to a normal looking house.

Namjoon peered suspiciously at it. "Where are we?"

"At your surprise!" Jungkook climbed out of the car eagerly.

Hoseok killed the engine and got out as well. "Come on, yummy Nummie!"

"Don't ever call me that ever again." Namjoon muttered, finally getting out of the car.

He shut the door and looked up at the house.

It looked like a normal two story abode in the middle of a suburb. It had gray stone and white paint, and looked new. The lights on inside gave the house a warm glow. There was a two person swing on the wooden porch, decorated with a few soft pillows. The green grass was freshly mowed and a small flower bed boasted pretty multicolored geraniums, and a hummingbird feeder was currently housing two tiny birds.

It looked homey and inviting, but Namjoon didn't trust it.

Hoseok skipped up the three little steps to the porch, standing on the mat and rang the doorbell.

"Who lives here?" Namjoon crossed his arms, standing behind his friends.

"Your surprise." Hoseok said with a grin.

Before Namjoon could force him to elaborate, the door opened and the most beautiful man Namjoon had ever seen stood there.

He smiled at the three students. "Ah, you must be my 3 o'clock. Come on in."

-

Min Yoongi had been expecting just one person to come, since that's what the hour was booked for, but he didn't mind the company. He would just charge triple.

He grabbed the tray of drinks and crackers and walked back to the living room, where the three boys were sitting on the couch.

Setting the tray on the table between them, Yoongi took a seat, facing them. "So, we have some things to talk about before we get started."

The two on the ends of the couch reached for the drinks, but the one in the middle refused to move, his arms crossed and his expression angry.

"Who the fuck are you and what the fuck is going on?" He demanded to know, his eyes narrowing.

Yoongi bit back a smirk at all the ideas flooding him of how he would shut that dirty sluts mouth up.

"Oh, right." One boy said, his mouth full of crackers. "Mr. Min, this is Kim Namjoon, your new client. Numbaby, this is Min Yoongi, your new professional dominant."

Yoongi watched the boys face go from glaring, to frozen, as if he needed a few moments to process what his friend just said.

"Surprise!" The youngest one cheered.

The boy, Namjoon, jumped up from his seat. "What the fuck?! What the fuck?! Seriously- what the actual fuck?!"

"Joon, calm down." His friend chuckled, grabbing the boys wrist when Namjoon tried to storm away. "It's all in good fun."

"Fun?!" Namjoon yanked his hand away, tempted to slap Hoseok across the face. "This is your idea of a fucking-" He threw his hands in the air, too frustrated to even speak, it seemed.

Yoongi watched them curiously. When he first saw the three of them on his doorstep, he assumed the youngest was the one who the appointment was made for, since he was clearly the most submissive of the three, but now he was pleasantly surprised to learn it was actually the most defiant, stubborn one. He couldn't hold back his smirk as he watched the student argue with his friend.

"Hoseok, sometimes I really fucking hate you." Namjoon shoved the boys chest. "You wasted all of our time here, you shit!"

"Give it a try, Joonbug." Hoseok cooed. He looked over his shoulder to Yoongi. "Don't let his perceived straight aura blind you, he's bi."

"Shut the fuck up!" Namjoon shoved him again. "You can't just go telling fucking strangers personal shit about me!"

The shy one stood up. "Namjoon, we didn't mean to offend you with this. It's just that Hobi found Mr. Min online and we thought it would be funny to sign you on with his services, since he's a dom and you're so...you know."

"I'm so what?" Namjoon glared at him.

"N-nothing." Jungkook shrank down, sitting back in his seat.

Yoongi decided to step in. He stood up and stretched, catching everyone's attention. He walked over calmly to the arguing boys, placing a hand on both their shoulders.

"As much as I would love to see you two go at each others throats and place bets, since I'm paid by the hour, I'll end this petty argument." He said. "First of all, whether you stay or not, someone owes me one hundred dollars already. Now, if any of you want to stay, I have some paperwork we have to get through before we begin anything."

Namjoon scowled and brushed the hand off his shoulder. "I'm leaving."

"Namdearest, I drove." Hoseok reminded him, dangling the keys in front of his face.

Namjoon's hand shot out to grab them, but Hoseok yanked them back just in time.

"Ah ah ah," He shook his head. "You haven't enjoyed your surprise yet."

"And I'm not going to." Namjoon snapped. "I don't want or need some prostitute to get STD's all over my dick!"

Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

"So you're going to walk home?" Hoseok smirked. "That'll make you late to your dinner with Jimin."

"My parents will come pick me up." Namjoon snapped, puling out his phone.

"And what are you going to say to them when they realize their precious son is at a professional doms house?" Hoseok asked.

"That it was all your idea." Namjoon reminded him.

"It won't matter whose idea it was, the fact of the matter is your families whole reputation will be smeared with a scandal about their perfect son coming out of a sex house." Hoseok said.

"This isn't a sex house." Yoongi cut in.

"I'm going to kill you." Namjoon narrowed his eyes at Hoseok.

The boy chuckled. "You love me, Namcupca- ah!"

He gasped when Namjoon suddenly lunged at him, knocking him onto his back on the floor.

Jungkook screamed and lifted his legs up as the two fought beneath him.

"You- stupid- clueless- idiot!" Namjoon snarled, his fists punching Hoseok's crossed arms, barely blocking his face from the boys blows. "You're- not- my- friend!"

Yoongi quickly stepped in, grabbing a sharp needle out from the small clear vase that rested on the table. He was behind Namjoon in seconds, and jabbed the sharp end into the boys neck, where his shoulder and the base of his neck met.

The reaction was instant; Namjoon froze, his muscles suddenly seizing up.

Before he could even turn around to see Yoongi and the needle, his eyes fluttered shut and he slipped into unconsciousness with a groan, falling to the carpet with a heavy thud.

Hoseok was breathing heavily, staring in shock at Namjoon's unmoving form. "Fuck...is he dead?"

Yoongi laughed. "No." He held up the needle. "Acupuncture. On his columer macula. It just jolts the body, like a reset button. He'll come to in a few minutes, and he'll feel a lot better too. There was a lot of tension in his muscles."

Hoseok scrambled to his feet. "Shit...wow...you're good."

"The best." Yoongi spun the needle around in his long fingers.

Hoseok sighed, sitting beside Jungkook on the couch. "I didn't think he would react like this. I mean, I knew he wouldn't give in and stuff, but we thought it would be a sight to see, since he's so stubborn and shit and then you're like a professional when it comes to brats like him, you know? It was self indulgent, but I wouldn't have done it if I knew it would have made him this angry."

Yoongi turned serious and sat back down on his chair. "You really should have talked to him about this first. I don't do anything to my clients without their consent, so you just wasted a hundred dollars and now he's really angry with you."

Hoseok waved his hand. "It's fine, he always says that but by tomorrow we'll be like normal. And money doesn't mean anything to me."

Yoongi looked at the passed out boy on his carpet. He really was beautiful, with soft, perfect skin and thick, full lips that were slightly parted to reveal, straight, white teeth. His hair was soft brown and styled immaculately, staying in place even after his fight. A cute button nose. Strong arms. His shirt was slightly lifted, revealing toned abs that led to a pair of long legs, thick thighs and a perfect ass.

He was the walking definition of perfection, and by far Yoongi's most attractive client.

Well, potential client.

Yoongi's hands itched to touch the boy and he clasped them together, putting them in his lap with great difficulty.

"When he wakes up we'll discuss this." Yoongi said. "It's against my own rules for me to touch someone who isn't my client without their permission and consent form signed first, so if you boys don't mind grabbing your friend and carrying him upstairs, there's a clean guest room he can sleep in. It'll be comfier, and I don't want him to wake up with a sore neck."

The two boys agreed, and Hoseok gently rolled Namjoon onto his back, grabbing the boys legs. Jungkook grabbed Namjoon's chest and arms, and the two carried the boy up the stairs, following Yoongi to the guest room.

They laid him gently on the mattress, and no sooner had they done that when Jungkook's phone rang.

He looked at the screen and looked uneasy. "It's my mom, she wants to know the results of my test, I just know it." He hurried outside to answer it and Hoseok rubbed his flat stomach. "I'm hungry, can I grab some more crackers, Mr. Min?"

Yoongi nodded, sitting criss cross on the bed, a foot away from the sleeping boy. "I'll watch him for you boys. And don't worry, I won't touch him."

"Please do." Hoseok muttered, looking at his bruised arms. "He's probably so angry because he's sexually frustrated. He calls me stupid but he's the one who's so picky when it comes to relationships and sex. He needs a good dicking, like for real."

Yoongi watched him leave before turning to face the student. He tilted his head, admiring the boys sleeping form.

He did believe the boy was frustrated, the tension in his muscles was evidence enough he was under a lot of pressure.

All of his clients were under pressure, that's why they hired him to relieve their stress and worries, even for just an hour or a few. He believed Namjoon could really benefit from Yoongi's services, if only he would allow himself to get beaten into submission.

Yoongi knew an alpha male when he saw one, and even at such a young age, Namjoon was the strongest one Yoongi had ever seen before. He had dealt with stubborn wannabe doms before, and he could call any one of them right now, and they would race over, immediately getting on their hands and knees and presenting their asses to him if he so wished.

Namjoon would be no different. A bigger challenge, of course, but Yoongi loved challenges.

As Yoongi imagined all the ways he would turn this stubborn, defiant brat into a slutty, whimpering submissive, Namjoon opened his eyes.

-

Namjoon woke up without any grogginess, remembering everything. He stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, and sensed a presence beside him.

At the speed of light, he immediately went into a bridge position, putting all his weight on his hands as his legs lifted off the bed, springing himself off the bed to land on perfectly on his feet, whipping around to glare at a smirking Yoongi.

"Interesting." The dom said calmly. "All of my regular clients before have taken longer to wake up, and they're always confused and unalert for the first few minutes."

"I'm not one of your regular clients." Namjoon snapped.

Yoonig's smirk got deeper. "I wouldn't be this turned on if you were."

Namjoon's eyes flicked down to Yoongi's pants, as if checking to see if the mans statement was true or not, and Yoongi took advantage of the boys distracted state to jump up from the bed, startling him.

"Stay away from me, fucking creep!" The student spat, backing up. He looked around the room. "Where am I?"

"Ever heard of an upstairs?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

"I'm calling the police." Namjoon whipped out his phone. "You can't fucking drug people against their will!"

"Call them, sub." Yoongi yawned into his hand. "I didn't drug you, first of all. I hit your pressure point. And second of all, you were hurting your friend, so I'm justified."

Namjoon scowled, his finger hovering over the call pad but not hitting the buttons.

Who was this guy? And- wait-

"What did you just call me?" Namjoon looked up, his fiery glare burning into Yoongi's calm eyes.

"Your name." Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to call the cops on me for that too?"

"My name is Namjoon." Namjoon hissed.

"That's what I said. Nice to meet you, sub. I'm Yoongi, your dom." Yoongi offered his hand out.

Namjoon stared at the man, his anger making him breathe heavily, but he stayed in place.

The way Namjoon looked at the world was like this; everyone was either for him or against him. His family, for instance, were all for him. His enemies, like those who wanted to be the number one student at school, were against him. He lived his life by destroying those who were against him, and tolerating those who were for him.

This smartass, sex obsessed man just placed himself in the number one spot on Namjoon's against him list.

And Namjoon would destroy him in the most beautiful way he knew how.

"So, you're a 'professional dominant'?" Namjoon pocketed his phone. "What does that mean?"

"It means exactly what it sounds like." Yoongi said. "People submit to me and let me take care of them for a few hours, because I know how to get them to stop thinking and just be the little subby whores we all know they are."

"I'm not a sub or a whore." Namjoon narrowed his eyes.

Yoongi made a show of looking the boys body up and down. "You sure about that, sub? Those hips and thighs look whorish to me, and your ass is-"

"Shut your disgusting pervert mouth before I punch you too." Namjoon hissed, his fingers already curling into fists.

Yoongi chuckled. "Baby doesn't like to hear the truth, does he? Aww." He walked to the door and opened it, surprising Namjoon.

A moment later, Yoongi ducked back in. "You're supposed to follow me, dumbass sub."

"To what, your sex dungeon?" Namjoon crossed his arms defiantly.

"Actually, it's just to my office, but I can show you the sex dungeon if you think you can handle it." Yoongi said.

Namjoon made face, pissed off, but followed the man nonetheless.

Yoongi led him down the normal looking hallway, down the steps, where Namjoon ignored Jungkook and Hoseok who were sitting on the couch, and into a room that looked like a regular, boring office.

Yoongi sat down on the seat, pulling out some papers. "Read these, they're my rules and regulations. After you agree to the basics, we'll discuss your personal preferences, turn ons and turn offs, safewords, limits, do's and don'ts, punishments and rewards and- oh, of course, you'll have to get an STD test before we do anything."

Namjoon took the papers, but didn't look at them. "Tell me something, Yoongi."

"Only my friends call me Yoongi." The man said, not bothering to look at the student while he sorted his papers. "You'll only call me sir, master, daddy, dom or anything else I order you to, understand, sub?"

"You think you're the best in this business, don't you?" Namjoon leaned back in his chair.

"I know so." Yoongi raised an eyebrow at him.

"So it's your whole life, then?" Namjoon continued.

Yoongi stopped working, paying attention fully to the boy now. "It's my livelihood and my passion, so, yes. Why?"

Namjoon smirked. "Perfect. Alright, Yoongi, I want to make a deal with you."

Yoongi grinned. "Do you now, sub? How adorable, let me hear it."

Namjoon leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "I'll be your client for one month. I'll show up on time every day for a session. Each session will be one hour long. For that time, if you can actually break me in and make me a sub, I'll become your sub forever. I'll give up my future and dedicate my life to being your pet, like a real BDSM lifestyle."

Yoongi's pants tightened at the image the boys words put into his mind, and he took a few seconds to make sure his voice was steady before he spoke.

"That's a big case to make sub, how will I hold you to that statement?"

"We'll write up an affidavit." Namjoon said, his gaze intense. "And have it notarized in front of a judge, so neither of us can break it. It will be official and both parties will have fully consented to it, so there's no backing out."

"Interesting." Yoongi loved the idea of keeping the boy all to himself, dressing him up and playing with him whenever and however he wanted. "And what is it that you're betting your entire life on that you'll win this little bet?"

Namjoon smirked. "If you lose and I win, you have to give up sex completely. You'll quit this job and will wear a cock cage for the rest of your life. You won't even be able to touch yourself ever again, and will never have another orgasm for as long as you'll live."

He held his hand out. "Deal?"

Yoongi paused, letting the full weight of the students words settle in his mind.

Would he really bet his income, his biggest love, his hobby, his everything, just for this bratty little high school student?

Yoongi's smirk matched Namjoon's, and he held his hand out, grabbing Namjoon's.

"Deal, sub."

They shook hands.