Taehyung thought it a bit ridiculous. Had he not seen the hard look Jungkook gave him just before he turned to leave, he would have protested this nonsense. Why should he stand here, doing nothing? Ogling at himself in the mirror.

Reluctantly, very reluctantly, Taehyung acquiesced and turned to the mirror.

At first, in his frustration, he focused on tracing the outline of the harness, the way it travelled over his shoulders, across his chest, the way it held down his arms, the beautiful weave in the middle. It felt surprisingly comfortable, pleasant even.

It's true when they say that the longer you spend looking at something, the more you see, because once Taehyung's eyes had travelled every bit of rope around him, his eyes suddenly started focusing on the skin in between the ropes.

The gentle pink dusting his chest, the slight sheen on his shoulders, the way the rope cinched in his waist, the way it squeezed his pecs and made his nipples protrude and darken.

Shit.

Suddenly, Taehyung started to feel a bit hot.

His skin heated up around the ropes, as if the ropes themselves were made of some self-heating material, or maybe they were on fire on the inside, that's how hot they started to feel around Taehyung.

To distract himself, he tried a little tug, just to see if he could get out or loosen the tie a little bit.

That was a bad move.

It was a bad move because as soon as Taehyung started moving his joints, the rope started gently chafing over his already sensitive, hot skin. A little gasp left his lips. Suddenly he felt like his whole body was slightly swelling, the ropes slightly tightening around him.

The tightness over his chest squeezed the air out of his lungs -that had to be why he was so breathless, right? His nipples were suddenly hardening, begging to be licked and bitten, his cock started firming up.

Taehyung's last option was to try and escape so he moved harder, ignoring all the bodily sensations the movement induced.

He couldn't even move his arms. The wrists and forearms were together, tied to the top harness so he couldn't move them sideways, up nor down. The chest part of the harness kept his arms glued to his sides. Nothing in his top half moved. Taehyung could hardly breathe.

Strangely, he didn't panic.

He didn't panic because the harness felt like a tight... hug. It held him together, stopping him from unravelling, from panicking. It centred him.

The strangest part of the whole thing was that he could feel himself getting turned on, seriously turned on.

Taehyung never really looked at himself in the mirror when he was having sex or touching himself. It wasn't really the sort of thing he got off on. It wasn't because he didn't like the look of himself, it just didn't appeal to him... But it was a whole different matter when someone told you to look at yourself in the mirror and to not look away for fear of punishment.

How sweetly twisted was that? Taehyung was beginning to understand.

Jungkook had left him here to stew.

Fine, Taehyung thought.

Let's play.

.

Closing his eyes, Taehyung concentrated on the harness. The way it hugged him, tightened around him. He imagined what it would feel like to be touched with it on. What it would feel like to not be able to escape, the harness keeping him from struggling.

When he thought about what it would feel like to be fucked over the table with Jungkook holding onto the harness, pulling him back to fuck him ever harder... that's when he felt the first bit of moisture run down his already proud cock.

Fuck!

Trying to contain his moans, Taehyung grazed his plump lower lip over and over, feeling his cock bob up and down and hips sway slowly while his head lolled back, eyes rolling in their sockets.

.

"I thought I told you to keep your eyes on the mirror." The rough, dark voice at his ear would have made Taehyung jump had he not been sunk quite so deep in his lust. He hummed lowly, cracking open his eyes.

The vision of his lewd, lust tinted face with swollen lips and black eyes and his blushing, wet cock would have shocked Taehyung had he not been so utterly drawn into the darkness and hunger on Jungkook's face.

"Mmsorry..." he pushed his ass back until it made contact with Jungkook's hard crotch.

"FUCK!" Rough fingers grabbed a handful of Taehyung's hair and yanked him toward the work table which had been adjusted considerably lower than it was before.

Jungkook shoved Taehyung against the table, practically slamming his face down against the cool surface, leaving his ass up in the air. Taehyung felt incredibly, deliciously, vulnerable with his hands awkwardly behind his back. The harness made his back arch, his ass and thighs open, leaving no choice but to offer himself to Jungkook -not that he wanted to be doing anything else.

"You are... impossible Tae, just impossible." He muttered under his breath, grabbing for the bar with the cuffs on.

He whacked the insides of Taehyung's ankles, spreading his legs wide apart roughly. Placing the bar in between his ankles, he set off to buckle first one side, then the other, until the leather cuffs were tightly around Taehyung's ankles and the bar spreading his legs wide open.

"What are you going to do now, Angel?" Jungkook taunted, sweetly.

The dark threat in the question made everything swell inside Taehyung.

Hardly anything had even happened yet and Taehyung was already more turned on than he had ever been, his whole body on fire.

With his cheek flattening against the cool table, Taehyung realised he couldn't move at all.

He was entirely at Jungkook's mercy and he wouldn't have it any other way.

He moaned, deeply, rolling his hips, lifting his ass to tempt Jungkook -the only thing he could move.

SMACK.

The sting right on the fleshiest part of Taehyung's ass cheek was sharp but sweet. The jiggle of flesh following the spank of Jungkook's hand was fucking hot, even Taehyung thought so.

Another whack landed on the other side while the first sting was still deliciously tingling.

Where the harness and the spreader bar connected the parts of Taehyung's body on the outside, the string of hard spanks across his tender cheeks induced a tightness, a connectedness inside him that Taehyung had not felt before. It sizzled, begging for more, needing the momentum of the hit to keep burning.

Whiny panting started spurting out of Taehyung's mouth without him having any control over it, following in the rhythm of the slaps.

The sweet, sweet realisation that Jungkook could do absolutely anything he wanted to him right now and that Taehyung would just have to take it, was the straw that released the first wanton cry:

"Godyes more!" Taehyung's eyes rolled again.

The dark rumble behind Taehyung was such a turn on. It meant that Jungkook was just as turned on as he was, that he was right there, riding the wave of desire with him even though he was fully dressed, only making contact with Taehyung using the palm of his hand.

It made Taehyung fully appreciate how much of desire was about what happened in the head, not in the body.

Taehyung had never thought it possible but now, being right in the middle of it, he suddenly grasped the appeal. Surrendering to the vulnerability, yielding to another person completely... Taehyung finally understood it and it made him burn bright.

At every hard smack, Taehyung's body jolted forward on the hard table and the friction burned his nipples. His helpless straining cock dribbled along the front edge of the table. The muscles inside him, down below, twisted, tensing and pulsing. Taehyung wondered if it was possible to orgasm just from spanking -even though, going by the feelings inside himself, he already knew the answer.

The sweet burn in Taehyung's arms, the gentle chafe of the rope around his neck and the tightness of the ankle cuffs all made him think of debauched things. He had never felt so safe yet so out of control at the same time -the whole juxtaposition confused him but in his haze of lust it didn't really matter, nothing but Jungkook mattered.

"Pleaseplease Jungkook... please."

The need to be filled -anywhere- was so intense, he felt tears burn behind his lids.

Taehyung's ass was bright pink and it was the lushest thing Jungkook had ever seen. Add to that the breathless, sinful moans almost continuously leaking out of him and the whole combination was orgasm worthy.

Jungkook wanted nothing more than to shove his cock in that sweet ass, to ram it in there, over and over and over, until Taehyung cried from ecstasy. Fantasising, he pushed his clothed, leaking, throbbing cock into the groove, desperately thinking about what it felt like if the layers of fabric between them disappeared. He wanted to delay a little longer, to savour the anticipation.

"PLEASE!" Taehyung screamed, so desperate. "Pleasepleaseplease fuck me, please! FUCK I'm going crazy .... I can't take it, please." He sobbed and begged like he had never begged before -in exactly the way he said he would never beg. The heat of the embarrassment and the relief of the surrender burned on his cheeks.

"Hang on in there, Angel, I'll sort you out. It's only fair since you've been so good...

...I mentioned about the punishments, but I didn't mention about the rewards for good behaviour. Perhaps this will help you decide which you'd rather receive in the future?" Jungkook's voice was as dark as it was warm.

Taehyung heard shuffling behind him.

Gentle hands ran down his arms: "Are your arms feeling OK? Squeeze my fingers."

Taehyung nodded. "Yes." Taehyung whispered and squeezed while so full of need he thought he was on the verge of imminent death.

Jungkook's hands continued down, testing their fit over Taehyung's waist under the bundled arms, grabbing the curve of the hip. At every squeeze of his body, Taehyung heard the deep, satisfied hums floating from Jungkook's mouth and he felt every one of them inside him as a whole-body, expectant throb.

The strong hands felt possessive over Taehyung's body. The idea of ownership had never appealed to Taehyung until this very moment -there was something so incredibly guttural about it that it almost whispered to him.

Jungkook's fingers spread over the tender ass cheeks, gently squeezing and sliding, renewing the pleasure of the inflicted pain glowing brightly over the generous lobes.

Jungkook's thumbs approached the groove, spreading the flesh to reveal the sensitive depths inside.

Just the action of being thus spread and inspected had Taehyung whimpering, desperate to be touched and filled.

He bit his lip, trying not to say it again but in his desperation, it slipped out. "Please."

"Hmm... I don't think I can resist you Angel... you're making my control slip..." he whispered guiltily, as if he didn't actually mean to say it out loud.

Jungkook aligned himself and dripped a large glob of spit directly into the groove of Taehyung's ass.

Breathing heavily through his nose, he rubbed his thumb over the puckered hole, spreading the slick over it.

"Ohfffffffkk!" Taehyung moaned, deeply. He couldn't move a lot but his back arched as much as it could at the pure pleasure of the tiny action over his sensitive hole.

"Fuck... I just...can't..." Jungkook lost it and kneeled with urgency, shoving his face into Taehyung's ass. He moaned deeply when he pushed straight into the tight hole with his thick tongue, squeezing the lush cheeks against his own, as if suffocating himself with the soft flesh.

Taehyung screamed at the overwhelming pleasure that shot through him at Jungkook's delicious violation, which was only amplified by the sloppy, debauched sounds Jungkook was making against his skin. It sounded like he was enjoying it as much -if not even more- than Taehyung, devouring him like he was the last meal he'd ever have.

He fucked Taehyung's tight hole with his tongue, spreading it, softening it before licking across it gently in little soft flicks, then messily with thick strong licks, interspersed with firm rolls that almost pushed in every time but never quite all the way... he was driving Taehyung positively insane.

"FUCK ohmygodohmygod.... So good! Ngh...hmmm..." Taehyung whined, so desperate to push back against Jungkook's face but unable to.

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung by the tops of his thighs to pull him against his face even harder while pushing toward him -getting his tongue in as deep as it could possibly go, sucking the rim into his mouth and releasing it with a plop.

Stealthy fingers snuck to the tender strip of sensitive skin below Taehyung's groove and slid across it, gently stroking toward his cock then back up again, stimulating the area to intensify Taehyung's already immeasurable enjoyment.

But Jungkook wasn't done yet... he brought a finger to play around with his tongue, flitting it near Taehyung's wanton hole, teasing around, mingling in the wetness while still licking and fucking the hole with his tongue.

Taehyung could feel his thighs starting to shake and he knew he would no longer be standing had he not been spread across the table.

When the finger finally slipped in through the tight muscle, Taehyung mouth was a soundless scream over his stalled breath.

Jungkook came up for a breather and speaking close to Taehyung's ear he whispered:

"You love your ass fingered, don't you Angel? I saw you watching that young man having his ass fucked with those thick fingers last week... you wanted it so bad, didn't you? You wanted to have your ass spread open, fingerfucked over a table while you were tied up and helpless... just like this..? Hm?" He slipped in another finger and pushed in all the way up to the knuckle, enjoying the tight clamping on his fingers when he pushed in and out, getting rougher by the push. Taehyung almost sang out his answer in a loud whine.

"More..." Taehyung panted in time with the pushing finger.

Jungkook reached across for something and suddenly the wetness in between Taehyung's cheeks was cool.

While understanding the need for lube and appreciating it, Taehyung couldn't help but to feel just a tiny bit disappointed -he quite enjoyed the friction of fingers using just spit.

"More what?" Jungkook teased, slipping in a third finger, stretching Taehyung even more and when he pushed even faster until obscene squelching sounds filled the room, Taehyung was practically crying from pleasure.

"I need you... your... cock." Taehyung whined in between the rough shoves of fingers into his wet hole. Taehyung didn't care what he sounded like saying it, he wanted it. He needed it.

"I don't think you're stretched out enough for me Angel." Taehyung's stomach fell down and down at the thought of how big Jungkook's cock was going to be and how well it would -or wouldn't- fit his ass.

All of a sudden, Jungkook reached down to unclip the spreader bar. The cuffs themselves clipped off the frame so he left them on and only removed the bar in between.

There was something very slave-like in Taehyung having cuffs around his ankles and the thought of having a Taehyung at his disposal for his infinite needs 24:7 was a heady thought for Jungkook. Although he figured it was highly unlikely ever to happen, if he ever got the chance to collar Taehyung, he would be the happiest man alive.

He reached for the rope harness, untucking the emergency release loop on the forearm bundle to instantly release Taehyung's wrists, leaving the rest of the harness untouched.

Taehyung whined, disappointed.

"I don't want to overdo it with this being your first time, you need to build up to it..." he smiled at the pouting. Who would have guessed that Taehyung was such a needy thing when he wanted to be?

As soon as Taehyung's hands and lower arms were free, he pushed off the table and swung around to Jungkook.

He fisted Jungkook's shirt at his waist -because the ropes prevented him from gripping higher up- and pulled him to his eager lips, completely catching Jungkook off guard.

Smiling inside, Jungkook wondered if Taehyung was ever going to fully understand the "you do as I say"- concept, realising that he quite liked the defiance. It was the fire talking -the very thing that so attracted him to Taehyung in the first place.

The need to untangle the rest of Taehyung's harness became like an unintentional game of chase. Taehyung refused to stay still, too needy and eager to let measly things like ropes around his arms stop him from trying to touch Jungkook. So every time Jungkook tried to get behind Taehyung to release the rest of the knots, Taehyung just followed the move, grasping at the hem of Jungkook's shirt, clawing at the unseen flesh underneath.

Finally, although quite enjoying their little tête-à-tête, Jungkook decided he could probably undo a few strands from the top if he reached over Taehyung's shoulders. That's when Taehyung got his chance and snuck his long fingers inside Jungkook's shirt, yanking the fabric up violently, immediately sucking a nipple into his mouth in a harsh suck.

Jungkook groaned and his knees nearly gave away at the sudden wet tug of Taehyung's hot mouth, especially when it was combined with eager hands grappling at the button and zip of his pants, rubbing all over his sensitive, rock-solid cock.

"Fuck I want you so bad Jungkook, please..." Taehyung's long, thick tongue traced the outlines of Jungkook's abs, his fingers tugging at the waistband while he lowered down onto his knees.

Taehyung pulled the pants down in a sharp pull until Jungkook's heavy cock slapped him in the face, springing out of the pants...

"FUCK!" Taehyung exclaimed in awe of the majestic member in front of him.

The nicest cock Taehyung had ever seen, heavy and thick yet a good size to hold and suck. Taehyung felt his cock dribble at the thought of having that in his ass, pounding away.

Without waiting for permission, Taehyung licked a wet, fat lick all along the shaft, moaning over it, wrapping his fingers lovingly around it, cupping the heavy sacks under it, only slightly hindered by the remaining mostly untangled strands of purple around him. He pushed his mouth on the cock, sheathing it in wet heat, and a loud groan ripped out of Jungkook's throat.

Taking back control that he had momentarily lost, Jungkook gripped Taehyung's hair harshly and made him look up, straight into his eyes.

The sight made Jungkook's stomach flip and flip. The way Taehyung had kneeled in front of him, daintily with his knees together, lush hips curving, his spine arching, the delightful purple rope detangling all over him like an intricately decorated cape.

But his eyes, his black, blown eyes were so full of need and deep with want. His lush, swollen, pink lips were smeared over the thick, veiny trunk in his hands and the delightfully bright pink tongue dabbled little licks along it while he stared directly into Jungkook's eyes, wanton, unabashed, needy and oh so disobedient. There was almost a hint of a dare in the eyes and Jungkook felt his figurative hackles rising again. The need to subdue was burning white inside him.

Jungkook reached down and pulled the messy ropes off over Taehyung's shoulders without a word, keeping his attention entirely on the dark eyes staring up at him.

"I'm feeling generous -and very impatient- today, so I'm going to let you choose. Do you want me to fuck your mouth or your ass?" He hardly recognised his own voice, that's how deep and gravelly it was.

Taehyung pouted and it was illegally innocent, considering there was a cock nearly as big as his face right along his mouth.

"Why do I have to choose?" he stared up at Jungkook almost pleading with his large, wide eyes.

Jungkook felt his face melt into a debauched grin. He pinched Taehyung's chin between his index finger and thumb, lifting his face to him. "Greedy." He muttered, more to himself, before continuing:

"Because I don't think you can take both, that's how hard I'm going to fuck you Angel..."

The heat that rose on Taehyung's face upon Jungkook's filthy words was delightful.

"In that case..." He wrapped his lips around the helmet of Jungkook's cock and swirled his tongue around it as a final -for the moment- goodbye before he turned over onto his hands and knees and arching his back, he wriggled his lush ass at Jungkook and whispered over his shoulder, staring directly at Jungkook:

"Bring it on, big boy..." and winked, grazing his thick lower lip with his teeth.

Fuck!

Without wasting any more time, Jungkook ordered:

"On the bed. Now."

He admired the swing of Taehyung's perfect hips when he walked across to the four-poster bed without a care in the world.

Armed with lube, Jungkook ripped his messy shirt off and dumped his boots and socks on the floor, leaving his jeans on.

"On your back, Angel."

Wordlessly, Taehyung complied and lay on his back, his honeyed skin looking positively delectable against the black velvet.

Without an ounce of shyness, Taehyung lay down right in the middle, leaning his head on the pillows and shamelessly spread his bent legs wide open, sliding a long finger over his soaking wet, thick cock.

Jungkook nearly came on the spot when Taehyung brought his juice covered fingers to his lips and sucked the fingers deep into his mouth. He hummed with such need.

"Fuck Taehyung, where have you been all my life?... I'm going fuck the living daylights out of you, hope you're prepared?"

The lube felt cool but so sexy when everything was covered in it and so slippery to the touch. Jungkook had covered his pulsing hole and his hard shaft, running his fist up and down it, just to tease Taehyung then way he had teased him. Payback was a sweet thing. He was writhing, fingers gripping the sheets, desperate pleads filling his beautiful eyes... Jungkook was in heaven, truly.

Almost in a single move, Jungkook grabbed the backs of Taehyung's thigs and pressed them down to the sides of his waist, lifting his ass off the bed.

He slid his cock back and forth on the twitching hole. Taehyung wondered why he was still wearing his jeans but didn't really care because it was so fucking hot.

"Hands above your head Angel." He growled, eyes black.

As soon as Taehyung did as he was told, the thick rod teased at his entrance, pushing, spreading, teasing, delaying entry until Taehyung was writhing under him, panting, whining, rubbing himself against the hardness soaking in his wetness.

"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease..." Taehyung whispered under his breath, looking down at the thick shaft about to impale him.

Jungkook didn't know which he wanted to see more, Taehyung's face or his stretching hole when he pushed in.

Jungkook caught the divine, blissed out face followed by a breathless gasp when he started pushing in, followed by such a deep moan that Jungkook felt it in his spine when he started pushing all the way in. Jungkook couldn't help but to look down and admire the hole stretching and pulsing to accommodate his girth until he had pushed in slowly, all the way.

Taehyung was panting, desperately whining under his breath.

Jungkook realised that Taehyung was clearly bringing out some softness in him because he even allowed him to adjust a moment before he started moving, faster and faster, in long even strokes until he built up a ruthless rhythm of deep thrusts, slamming his body against Taehyung so hard they slapped loudly.

Taehyung was delirious. He'd never been fucked like this. So... thoroughly.

It was as if Jungkook was pulling his soul out, ripping it from inside of him with every push and pull. He was reaching places inside him that no one had managed to reach before -and not just physically.

He felt so incredibly open and vulnerable with his arms above his head, his legs spread wide open, Jungkook's sizable cock violating his hole in the best way possible. He felt himself fall into a trance where only the rhythm of Jungkook's thrusts pulsed, his body dancing to it.

He felt the tightness gather, his cock ready to burst, wet and dribbling over his stomach. Desperate to relieve the urgent need to be touched, he reached down and was about to touch his cock when a ruthless voice cut through his horny haze.

"Don't even think about it. Hands above your head. Now. You're coming on my cock. I'm not going to stop until you do Angel..." Taehyung wasn't going to argue with that voice.

"But I... can't.." He moaned when Jungkook seemed to go even harder.

"Yes you can Angel, just let it go and give it to me..." Jungkook leaned over to lick over Taehyung's lips, sweat glistening on his forehead from all the effort he was putting into pleasuring Taehyung.

Jungkook was ruthless, unwavering in his insistent pistoning and he had been right -as if he knew Taehyung's body better than he did.

Taehyung could feel the orgasm build long before it arrived.

The persistent, steadfast pummelling into Taehyung did not still, did not change, did not give Taehyung even the tiniest break -he couldn't fight it. His moans knew it was going to hit before he did, they were getting louder, higher pitched, more desperate.

"That's it baby, give it to me." Jungkook whispered, slamming non-stop, his eyes honed in on Taehyung's face, ready for the imminent orgasm.

Jungkook could feel the shaking legs, the tightening muscles inside Taehyung and suddenly a feral scream echoed around the room, Taehyung's back arching on the bed, head sinking back into the bed... the moment the orgasm hit and Taehyung started milking Jungkook's cock with his ass, he swore, desperately fucking through it, determined to carry on through the orgasm before having his own.

Not making very far past it, Jungkook pulled out and pumped his cock in his fist until he creamed all over Taehyung's cock, some of his come mixing with the milky fluids already icing Taehyung's stomach.

"Fuck." They said simultaneously and chuckled at the shared sentiment.

Jungkook fell on the bed next to Taehyung, feeling like every muscle in his body was shaking.

He was caught off guard when he found himself kissing Taehyung's damp temple rather affectionately.

The whole Dom/sub thing for him had never been about feelings or romance. It was a mutually beneficial, sexually extremely satisfying relationship, nothing more.

Quickly, avoiding the tumult inside him at the unexpected emotions, he god up and got a wet towel to clean up the mess on Taehyung's stomach.

"Thanks." The smile on Taehyung's face was positively dreamy, Jungkook thought before telling himself off for thoughts like that. Have you already forgotten what happens when things get emotional?

"There's a shower at the back if you want to have one." Jungkook said.

"I'm OK, I'm gonna have one as soon as I get home." Taehyung said, suddenly a little reserved, as if he had just been privy to the internal conversation inside Jungkook's head.

The gravity of the situation suddenly hit Taehyung. The guilt, the worry of being found out. The shock over the sudden swirling of feelings inside him. It was all too much to handle with his tender post-orgasmic body and he felt the need to leave, quickly.

Declining the shower, he got up and picked up his clothes, yanking them on with a bit too much fervour -which wasn't missed by Jungkook.

"Are you OK getting home? I can call you a taxi?" Jungkook asked quietly.

"No it's fine, thanks." Even the smile was a bit reserved all of a sudden.

Jungkook couldn't help but to ask: "Is everything OK? You seem a bit upset." Jungkook took a step closer and although it was infinitesimal, Jungkook could see the shift further away.

"No, I'm fine, I just need a bit of time to... process."

"OK, I understand, as long as you're OK? Why don't you give me your number? Actually here, give me your phone."

Taehyung dug around his clothes and passed him the phone, without thinking too much about it.

Jungkook tapped in some things and immediately Taehyung heard a message arrive on Jungkook's phone.

"I've saved my number on your phone and I texted my phone to get your number. OK?"

Realising that objecting at this stage was going to be more hassle than it's worth, he just smiled and nodded.

He turned to leave.

"I'll walk you out -don't want you to get lost." Taehyung wasn't sure if Jungkook was actually worried about him getting lost or him going to places he wasn't supposed to go, then decided it didn't really matter because he just needed to get out of here, now.

Jungkook grabbed his messy shirt and threw it on carelessly.

While Taehyung waited for him by the door, something caught his eye.

It was a small shelf unit attached to the wall, a little bit like the ones you find a jewellers' where all the jewellery is on show. It even had little LEDs to light up the contents. But rather than jewellery it had something that looked very much like collars, wide, large dog collars.

Seeing Taehyung's confusion, Jungkook offered: "They're sub collars." When that didn't seem to explain anything to Taehyung, he carried on: "When a sub is 100% committed and wants to fully submit and be owned by their Dom, they can be "collared", it's kind of like an engagement ring except in the BDSM world only -well, unless you have a total power exchange where you live as Dom/sub even in your everyday lives."

They walked out toward the lift when Taehyung was still processing the information.

"So... why do you have those in your play room?" Taehyung asked even though he suddenly didn't want to hear the answer.

"They're my subs' collars, so they don't have to take them home and just use them when they come out to play." He smiled as if that were something funny.

Suddenly Taehyung felt a little sick, queasy with acid bile tickling the back of his throat. Not really wanting to torture himself more, but still needing to know the truth, he carried on as if he weren't at all affected by what Jungkook had just said.

He pressed the button and they waited for the lift.

"So you have more than one sub? Is that usual?" he managed to hold in the shake but it made his voice very quiet.

"Yes, it's quite common. I have three at the moment."

"Is that including me or in addition to me?"

Jungkook carried on completely oblivious to the bite in Taehyung's words.

"In addition to you -I wasn't sure if you wanted to be mine." His smile was warm until he turned to look at Taehyung and suddenly jumped at the darkness shading his usually lit up face.

They stepped into the lift and Jungkook pressed the button for the ground floor. Only two floors, I can do this, Taehyung thought.

Suddenly acutely aware of Taehyung's upset -although he didn't know the reason for it- Jungkook was quick to start adding things, thinking that he could make that dark face disappear, not realising that everything he said was just making it darker and angrier.

"Although many Dom/sub relationships are romantic, they don't have to be. Mine aren't...

...In fact, it's easy to develop feelings in the situation because you are so vulnerable and more able to be honest than you are able anywhere else...

... but at the same time it can really complicate the relationship -to the detriment of it- if one party develops feelings that the other does not reciprocate." Taehyung could see, even through his anger, that Jungkook was thinking toward the past, to a specific thing that went wrong. Even though it was clear to Taehyung that what Jungkook was doing now was in direct response to his past problems... in his anger, Taehyung had gone past that and it was too late to come back from it. It was too late to understand.

When Jungkook delivered the final nail to the coffin, Taehyung could actually feel tears threatening to overflow.

"I would advise you to keep your feelings separate from what is going on here. Just so that there's no misunderstanding."

Taehyung hung on to his anger and fought for control tooth and claw, needing to say his piece but unable to articulate in his rage. All he found within himself to shake Jungkook in his stupidity was:

"So then I can have more than one Dom, right?" The smile on Taehyung's face couldn't even be called a smile, that's how tainted it was with rage mixed with sadness.

Jungkook considered for a long while before he answered, his face hardening.

"No. I don't share."

"Well, won't you look at that, we have another thing in common! Cause neither do I."

Perfectly timed, the lift door tinged and Taehyung was hit with the booming bass that so perfectly embodied the heaviness in his heart.

He walked away without looking back, leaving Jungkookstanding in the lift, stunned to silence.