look at his fucking smug as fuck beautiful fucking face he's like "Pft, what r u gunna do- NOT fall in love with me? bitch yeah right lmao"

OH I HATE HIM

*bangs fists on table* FUCK ME DADDY GOD DAMNIT

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After fluffing his hair, adjusting his shirt and studying himself in the mirror, Namjoon finally decided he was ready.

Oh, almost forgot.

He picked up his notebook, where he had written all his important notes down about Yoongi vs these new doms.

His phone vibrated on the desk, the alarm going off to tell him to start walking to the school, where he had arranged for Jongdae to pick him up at.

He stuffed his phone in his pocket and grabbed his backpack, which was his ruse to his parents that he was tutoring a student.

They questioned why he was tutoring someone at nearly six in the evening but Namjoon promised he would be back by ten, and that eased their worries enough to slip out the door.

The walk to the school was only about ten minutes, but Namjoon jogged there, too jittery to walk.

He slowed down as he neared the parking lot, taking a seat on the bench to wait.

He opened his notebook and flipped to his page about Yoongi, scanning the notes over.

He had chosen Yoongi's top three personality traits that Namjoon admired the most and made boxes in them to count tallies. If any of these new doms scored under 20 for them, Namjoon would cross them off his list.

He had a list of ten questions too that he would ask, and if he didn't like their answers to three of them, well, three strikes and they were out.

Headlights shining suddenly made Namjoon look up, seeing a sleek dark car come to a halt in front of him.

He stood up, grabbing his backpack as a man climbed out, walking around the car over to him.

Jongdae smiled, holding out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Namjoon. You're even more gorgeous in person."

Namjoon shook his hand. "Thanks, I'm glad you look like your pictures.

Jongdae laughed, holding the door open for the student. "Of course, I'm not a liar."

Namjoon took note of the mans actions. Chivalrous. Yoongi would do that too.

He gave Jongdae a tally in the respectful category.

Jongdae climbed in beside him. "Have you been to Accardi's before?"

"Yeah, actually." Namjoon said. "Yoo-...a friend took me there once."

Jongdae raised an eyebrow as he drove. "Just a friend?"

"Yes."

"Sorry for prying, that restaurant just isn't usually a hangout place for people who are just...friends."

Namjoon shrugged, not wanting to let the dom know about Yoongi. "He's a really...nice...friend. And rich."

Jongdae chuckled. "I'll say. He must be, to afford that place."

Namjoon closed his notebook as they drove, watching the suburbs turn into a brightly lit city skyline, thinking about Yoongi.

He wondered what the little dom was doing right now.

Practicing tying knots? Watching his dramas? Worrying about Namjoon?

"So you said you were looking for answers, what kinds of questions do you have?" Jongdae asked.

"I'm new to the whole BDSM scene, and I think I might be a sub," He forced himself not to gag on the s word, "And I just want someone, preferably a dom, to let me know what I should expect. So do you mind if I ask about your style?"

"Ask away."

Namjoon opened his notebook. "If I were to break a rule, would you punish me?"

Jongdae frowned a little. "Of course. Rules are set in place for a reason, and the sub knows exactly what will happen to them if they break one. So yes, without hesitation."

Namjoon made a face in the dark, scribbling down a note in Jongdae's column.

He could crash Yoongi's car right through Yoongi's house and the dom still wouldn't even raise his voice at the student.

But he knew punishments were big int his community, so he couldn't really blame Jongdae.

"What about collars? Would you make me wear one?"

"I'd give you the option to wear them around the house if you wanted, but out in public that's a definite yes. If we're in a relationship then everyone needs to know who you belong to."

Holding back a sigh, Namjoon scribbled down some more, and the older man risked a glance at him.

"Are you writing this down?"

"Just taking notes to review later." Namjoon said. "Does that bother you?"

Jongdae chuckled. "Not at all, write away. You must have really good marks in school."

"I'm the number one student." Namjoon bragged, wanting praise.

"Really? That's impressive. Congratulations." Jongdae said and Namjoon beamed.

"Beauty, brawn and brain? Wow, you're really something special, Namjoon."

Namjoon smirked, brushing his hair back. "I know."

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After getting a secluded booth in the back, Jongdae uncorked the wine.

"Do you like Châteauneuf-du-Pape?" The dom asked as he poured himself a glass.

Namjoon shook his head. "Actually, I prefer Masseto."

Jongdae stopped pouring, eyes a little wide. "Masseto? From Tuscany? How are you able to afford that? It's the most expensive wine in all of Italy!"

Namjoon shrugged, just knowing the name of it because it was what Yoongi drank.

Of fucking course it was a super expensive bottle imported from Italy.

Fucking Yoongi.

"Wow. You're just full of surprises." Jongdae couldn't but shake his head with a smile. "I imagine you have more questions, feel free to ask them. I'll have total transparency with you."

Namjoon nodded, stuffing a bread roll in his mouth.

"What if we were trying something new, would you give me adequate prep first?"

"Of course. The subs comfort is everything."

Namjoon nodded, writing that down.

"What would you do if I was having a bad day? Would you still force us to do something or would you take care of me?"

"Depends."

"What if I said a safeword?"

"Then we would stop."

The date continued, with Namjoon stuffing lasagna in his mouth with one hand and writing notes with his other.

"Namjoon," Jongdae said as he paid the triple digit bill an hour later. "I'm really glad we got to know each other tonight, and it was a delight to see you. But I think this should be our first and final meeting."

Namjoon paused, pen hovering above the word he was only halfway through writing. "What?"

"You're beautiful, smart, capable and strong." Jongdae praised. "I have a hard time believing you're a sub, at least not in the traditional sense. You don't want somebody to hold your leash, you want to hold it yourself while someone stands by your side. Which is totally fine, of course. But I need someone who puts their leash in my hand, you understand?"

Namjoon didn't know what to say. It felt like the dom was breaking up with him.

"Besides, I can tell there's someone else on your mind." Jongdae hummed as he stood up. "Come on, we can stop for ice cream on the way home."

Namjoon stood up too, still speechless as Jongdae helped him pull his coat on, leading the way back to the car.

"How did you know?" He asked quietly as the older man drove back. "Were the notes too obvious?"

Jongdae chuckled. "It was a little obvious, yes. But mostly I could tell you were thinking about them by your eyes. Every time you asked a question, they sparkled like you were remembering something, and when I replied, you either approved like it was the same thing whoever you were thinking about would have done, or frowned like I said the wrong thing. I could tell you were comparing me to them. Which is fine if you wanted answers about how different people operate. But I could feel that your heart wasn't into this, only your mind was."

Namjoon was silent, looking out the window.

"You can still message me if you have any more questions, about anything." Jongdae assured him as they pulled into a drive thru of a late night ice cream shop. "I'd still like to help you with whatever you would need. But I think only you can help yourself with whoever is on your mind."

Namjoon distracted himself with his ice cream, pretending it required all his focus and attention as he thought about what the man said.

A few minutes later Jongdae parked back in front of the bench at the school, unlocking the doors so Namjoon could get out.

"Thanks." Namjoon said as he grabbed his backpack. "For everything."

"Of course." Jongdae smiled. "I wish you the best."

"You too. Whatever sub you get, they'll be really lucky."

Namjoon climbed out, waving goodbye as the man drove off.

Though it was late, he pulled out his phone and video called Yoongi.

The dom answered after two rings, his screen showing he was laying in bed.

"Sup pervert?" Namjoon bit his ice cream.

"Jesus fucking Christ sub," Yoongi sat up. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Walking alone at night like that?"

"I got ice cream." Namjoon showed him it.

Yoongi sighed. "At eleven at night?"

"It tastes better when it's late."

Yoongi grumbled, climbing out of bed, and Namjoon watch him grab his car keys.

"Smartest student in school my ass. Are you trying to get kidnapped or mugged? Stay where you are, I'm picking you up."

Smirking, Namjoon flipped the camera to point at his shoes, where he kept taking little steps down the sidewalk.

"Sub." Yoongi growled.

"Suga," Namjoon teased, licking his ice cream. "Hurry up and come get me, asshole, I need a napkin."

Yoongi's deep sigh was still picked up by the camera as he climbed into his car.

"Of course, baby. Dom will always be there for you."

And Namjoon knew it.

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