The bell had just rung the next afternoon, signaling the end of school for the day, and Namjoon quickly gathered his things, ready to quickly head to Yoongi's-

Wait.

Why the hell was he hurrying? Fuck Yoongi!

Namjoon slowed down, pulling out his phone as he sat back down in his desk, letting everyone else get ahead as the hallways became crowded.

Namjoon couldn't help but smile as he texted Jimin. He still couldn't get over how cool the younger boy was. He had written off the model as a typical, stuck up conceited idiot like most other celebrities, but Jimin was actually really level headed, cool, and surprisingly adventurous.

Namjoon liked him.

As he typed a reply, he realized he should get going before he became late, and Yoongi had yet another reason to punish him.

Sighing, he held his books against his arm and hip as he walked down the mostly clear hallway, stuffing everything into his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

It would be the first time he saw Yoongi face to face after their video call the other night, and Namjoon really wanted to cancel this session too, but since he already had to spend the weekend at Yoongi's, the student really didn't want to add more time to his agreement with the dom.

"It's only an hour." He reminded himself, opening the main doors and walking down the steps to the parking lot.

His phone buzzed and he pulled it out as he headed to his car.

He beamed when he saw it was Jimin and quickly answered it.

"Hey!" Namjoon climbed inside his vehicle and switched the call to no hands mode.

"Joon!" Jimin greeted. "So I totally forgot to mention the pregnant man in my story!"

"Man?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow as he pulled the car out of the lot. "Don't you mean woman?"

"No," Jimin said seriously, "And that's not even the craziest part."

Namjoon smiled and listened to Jimin's story, forgetting about his anxiety about Yoongi as he drove.

-

The student parked in the dom's driveway and sat for a few moments to finish his call with the model first.

"Hey, I gotta go, but I'll text you when I get home." Namjoon promised.

"Sure thing. Oh- are we still on for that picnic this weekend?" Jimin asked.

"Of course." Namjoon assured him as he got out of the car and headed up the steps. He reached a finger out and rang the doorbell, but before he could even hang up, the door was yanked open and Yoongi looked at him.

"Cutting it close, aren't we?" The dom stepped back as Namjoon walked in.

"Who's that?" Jimin sounded confused, and Yoongi grabbed the students phone out of Namjoon's hand, ending the call.

"Hey!" Namjoon snapped, reaching for it back, but Yoongi slipped out of his grasp before he could.

"Position A." The dom reminded the student.

Namjoon growled as he sunk to his knees. "You can't steal my phone, asshole."

"Then how about you come get it back?" Yoongi smirked, holding it out.

Namjoon was about to, until he saw the screen was showing that it was 3:00, and Namjoon had to obey the dom now.

He glared, letting all his hatred for the man show in his eyes as he forced himself to shut up and get into the position he was supposed to.

Yoongi pocketed the phone and approached the boy, reaching out to gently pet his hair, a soft look in his eyes as he crouched down to be face to face with the student.

"Namjoon...I hope you know you can always talk to me about anything." The dom murmured. "Even though we're in this contract together, it doesn't mean I won't put all of that aside if you need some guidance on anything. I care for you, believe it or not, and I don't like seeing you troubled."

Namjoon snorted, either not believing him or meaning he would never want to share anything with the older man.

Yoongi stood back up, his hand leaving the boys hair. "Come on, sub."

Namjoon took that as his cue to stand up and he followed Yoongi to his bedroom, the one he had been in before.

He saw the familiar dildo on the bed, and the heavy black ropes and sighed.

Not this again.

But at least he wasn't being punished just yet.

He wondered when Yoongi would do that, or if he was just going to make Namjoon become paranoid about it.

"You already know the position." Yoongi didn't even look at him as he walked to the bed and grabbed one of the ropes.

Namjoon grudgingly took off his clothes, keeping on the white bra and panties he had no other option but to wear, and settled on the carpet, reminding himself it would only be for an hour this time.

Yoongi said nothing as he tied him up in the same position as last time, and Namjoon didn't fight it when the dom forced the large toy into his mouth, distracting himself with thoughts of Jimin.

Yoongi stood up after his work was completed, brushing his hands off as he gazed down at the student.

"I'll check on you every ten minutes." He informed him, before walking out and shutting the door behind him.

Namjoon ignored him, and he only realized the dom still had his phone when it was too late to call him back.

-

Yoongi pulled out the students phone, looking through Namjoon's pictures, his music library and judging the apps the boy had.

He went to the messages and saw the one at the top. He was talking to someone named Jimin, and Yoongi wondered why that name sounded so familiar.

-

The one hour went by a lot faster than Namjoon had been expecting, and soon Yoongi was opening the door for the last time.

The dom walked over and untied the boy, who immediately spat out the toy.

"Don't try to jam that down my throat again." Namjoon hissed, standing up once he was free.

Yoongi grabbed a small jar off the countertop and handed it to the boy. "Here. Apply this when you're home."

"I don't want-"

"Namjoon." Yoongi's voice was stern and the student paused, before snatching the jar away.

"It's just to help with the rope marks." Yoongi said as Namjoon pulled his clothes back on.

Namjoon held his hand out for the phone, just wanting to get home already, and Yoongi handed it over.

The boy raced down the steps and yanked his shoes on, opening the door and gasped when he nearly bumped into someone.

Two someone's.

His eyes widened in shock as he stared at them.

"Nyumbug?" Hoseok frowned.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asked. "And why are you wearing a bra under your shirt?"

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stupid fucking wattpad not saving my god damn shit

had to retype this

so fucking pissed.

its short now

I kill a man

>>>>>>>>>>>>>:(