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He wasn’t even sure why he’d let Jimin drag him to this party in the first place when he knew perfectly well his hyung would just disappear as soon as he’d found someone who wanted to fuck. The other had used his powers for evil, however, and had begged and pleaded with glassy eyes until Jungkook had agreed to come with him. He wasn’t even sure whose penthouse this was - just that they were famous too and had enough friends to fill the place like an overpacked can of sardines.
The only reason he’d stuck around for the whole two hours he had was that the catered bar was open and endless, and they even had a nice spread of fancy snacks. Everyone else here was a celebrity as well and seemed to steer clear of the food for various reasons, so he’d pulled up a chair and snacked while he played a game on his phone.
He supposed he could have found his own companion for the evening as well since he’d certainly had enough people trying, but he just wasn’t in the mood.
It was perhaps almost an hour later when he was deep into a ranked match and a giant stack of plates at his elbow when he saw a flash of purple hurry past him. He only looked up for a second to check who it was, only for him to double-take. It was the guy that Jimin had wandered off with, and he only remembered because the guy looked like Shin Jjanggu. He didn’t look pissed but was annoyed at something as he stormed out of the apartment. Jungkook instantly went on alert and went searching for his friend.
“Yah, Jiminssi?” he tried yelling through the hallway, but with the music still blaring as loud as it was, he didn’t think he would be heard. Still, he kept trying.
“Jimin hyung?” he asked as he shoved his head into every open door. Really, how many rooms did this person need?
Finally, after his fifth try, he finds the man he’s been searching for. Jimin is sitting on the edge of a bed, his clothes rumpled and incorrectly thrown on like he’d forgotten how to dress. His head is bowed so he hadn’t seen Jungkook enter.
“Hyung?”
At that, Jimin seems to have finally heard him and Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath as the other’s tear-filled eyes meet his.
“Oh fuck, did he hurt you? Are you okay?” Jungkook rushes towards Jimin and grabs his hand as he looks him over. He had a few hickies and maybe some finger marks, but otherwise looked unharmed.
Jimin’s mouth opens and closes a few times like he’s trying to figure out how to talk or what to say, but ultimately he seems to settle on crying even harder. He’s sobbing in earnest now but refusing to give up Jungkook’s hand.
“Hyung, you need to tell me what happened. Should I call the cops? Do you want to go home? What should I do?”
Jimin seems to be beyond words and Jungkook grows increasingly frustrated. He had no idea what to do.
“Excuse me.”
A soft voice echoes through the room, somehow breaking through the sobs enough to be heard. Jungkook whips around and spots a woman standing by the open door. Her eyes are flickering back and forth between the two men and she’s chewing her lip nervously. That she’s stunning is just a footnote that he files away to examine later.
“Sorry to barge in, but I was passing by and heard him…um. Are you his boyfriend?”
Jungkook frantically shakes his head. The last thing he needs is someone accusing him of abusing people.
“Uh, no. He’s my best friend? Uh, he was back here with some guy and the guy left and now he won’t stop crying…but he won’t tell me why. I don’t know if I should go chase the guy down or what,” he gives a frustrated huff and ruffles his hair as he turns back to the still crying Jimin.
“Ah. Uh, this might sound strange to you, but do you know if he engages in…rougher play…when he hooks up with people?”
Jungkook turns to the woman and quirks an eyebrow, unclear on why that matters.
“I guess? He tries to weird me out with his kink stuff a lot, so I know he messes around. What does that matter?”
“Because,” she sighs and walks closer to the bed before squatting so she is at eye-level with Jimin. “I believe your friend is having a sub drop and that guy was some wannabe dom who didn’t give him proper aftercare or arrange to have someone else help with it.”
“Oh, and that’s…a big deal?”
“Yup. When you have someone trusting you with not only their body but their emotional well-being during that period, you need to take responsibility and make sure they come out safely. Unfortunately, your friend picked a flop. Curious that he went so far under with a stranger though.”
“He’s been really stressed, I guess. He’s been looking forward to tonight all week long.”
She nods in understanding. “Yup, that’ll do it,” she looks up at Jungkook. “Since he’s too far under he won’t be able to fully consent to my care, so I need permission from you to help, for now,” she must interpret his look because she immediately shakes her head. “Nothing sexual. I mean just taking care of him so he can come out of this alright. Food, water, a little talking, and some light touching for comfort and care only. I might have to speak a little forcefully depending on how responsive he is. Is that alright?”
“Anything if it will help. Thank you.”
She smiles kindly and turns to look at Jimin, asking quietly, “What are your names?”
“Oh, uh…” Jungkook blushes for some reason, answering just as softly. “That’s Jimin. I’m Jungkook.”
“Hi, Jimin. I’m ____. I’m going to help you feel really good here in a little bit, okay?” She finally addresses his quietly crying friend personally with a sweet smile. “I need you to keep holding onto Jungkook’s hand for me while I fetch you some things. Can you do that for me?”
Jimin just continued sniffling and staring at his hand that was still tightly wound with Jungkook’s.
“Jimin, look at me.”
Both men snapped to attention at the tone of the woman’s voice, the quiet command sending shivers down Jungkook’s spine. He glances at Jimin who is now staring at her, tears still falling but something in him has come back to life.
“Good boy,” she crooned and reached up to wipe a tear. Jungkook thought he was finally beginning to understand exactly how she knew all this information.
“Okay, I’m just going to gather some supplies but while I’m doing that I need to you do a task for me, okay?
Jimin slowly nods and both men blush when she beams at him.
“You’re doing so good, Jimin. Okay, what I need you to do for me is breathe really slowly through your nose, okay? Breathe in deep, count to five, and then release. Can you show me real quick?”
Jimin nods and does just that, breathing in slow and deep before he closes his eyes and his lips mumble the numbers before he exhales.
She grins again and reaches up to scratch at Jimin’s scalp like a puppy.
“Well done! Now just keep doing that and hold onto Jungkook for me.”
She’s humming quietly to herself when she stands up and walks towards a silver mini fridge that Jungkook hadn’t noticed before. He watches her as she rifles through the contents and emerges with a handful of items.
She struts back with a victorious smile and unscrews the cap on a bottle.
“Here you go, sweetheart. I need you to drink this apple juice for me and then a couple of pieces of chocolate. I have a water bottle ready for when you finish all that.”
Jungkook observes as Jimin quietly obeys, a little weirded out seeing his usually fiery hyung so subdued. When Jimin finally finished the last few gulps of water, Jungkook was astounded to see his very very gay friend blushing and practically fluttering his eyelashes at the woman as he waited for her approval.
“Well done, sweetheart. You’re being so good for me,” she purrs and takes the empty packages from him.
“How did you know that was in here?” Jungkook finally has the frame of mind to ask.
She chuckles at him, quirking an eyebrow. “It’s my apartment.”
“Oh,” he mumbles, embarrassed now. He clears his throat. “Well, why do you have so many rooms?”
She laughs again, a real full-bellied one that makes him feel oddly proud to have pulled from her.
“I ask myself that all the time when I have to clean in between housekeeper visits. Honestly, I didn’t even pick this apartment. My assistant did and I just signed my name when she brought me the paperwork,” she adds with a shrug.
She turns back to give Jimin her full attention and it leaves Jungkook feeling oddly cold. He pushes away the strange feelings and concentrates on her aftercare instead.
“Are you present enough to give me permission to touch you, Jimin?” She asks softly, smiling up at the man from her haunches. This makes his hyung blush even more but he enthusiastically nods.
She reaches for his wrists and inspects a few bruises.
“What are you looking for?”
She doesn’t turn her eyes away as she trails the bruises on his wrists and a few up further around his neck.
“I’m making sure these are all just bruising from being a bit rough and not because he found my restraints.”
“Your what?”
She spares him a mischievous grin and nods at the headboard. He follows her gaze and scoots closer to look. There tucked on the side of the bed in a way that it’s only visible if you know to look are black furry leather cuffs attached to a long black cord.
He quickly sits up straight, knowing he’s blushing. He’s hardly innocent but it’s somehow different being presented with such things right in front of his face by a woman who could pass as a…fairy princess or angel or whatever other sappy stuff he could think of.
She seemed to love his embarrassment if the tiny muffled laughter was anything to go by.
“I have them attached to each post,” she says with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
She spares him anything further as she turns back to Jimin.
“Are you able to answer some questions now?”
Jimin nods and whispers, “yes.”
“Good boy,” she beams and crawls onto the bed. She taps her lap and grins.
“You can lay here and let me play with your hair a bit if that’s more comfortable for you. I give great head scratches.”
Jimin practically scrambles to accept, and he watches fondly as his hyung settles and releases a contented sight the moment her short crimson nails thread themselves into the blond hair.
“Ok, so safety questions. Was this consensual?”
Jimin nods and he notices tension release in her shoulders that he hadn’t known was there. She blows out a breath and nods.
“Good. Ok. It’s obvious that you guys didn’t talk enough to discuss aftercare, but did you guys at least establish safe words and maybe hard no’s?”
Jimin nods his head.
“Did you have to use your word at any time or did you want to but didn’t feel safe enough to do so?”
Jimin shakes his head.
She blows another relieved breath.
“Alrighty, sounds like your safety was ok, you guys just sucked at communicating all your needs,” she chuckles, tugging a bit on Jimin’s hair playfully. He giggles and she leans over to quirk an eyebrow at him. “I assume it was mainly that you were too embarrassed to tell a one-night stand that you’re a sweet baby boy after?”
“Too needy,” he rasps quietly.
She hums, still moving her hands through his hair. “I don’t think that’s true. I know some doms out there think like that, I won’t lie. People who preach about subs needing to take responsibility for their aftercare and who don’t believe they should have to worry about that. I kinda feel like taking responsibility for the safety of their mind goes right along with your agreement over their body. If someone calls you too needy, it’s because they don’t have enough of anything to give, so it’s them that falls short, yeah?”
Jimin giggles and nods his head, then he slowly sits up and yawns, raising his arms above his head.
“Thank you,” he says softly.
She smiles, her expression so soft, and yet her eyes alert and seemingly cataloging everything about Jimin’s appearance.
“You’re welcome. Feeling okay?”
Jimin nods. “Yeah. Kinda shaky and stuff, but I’ll take a shower and nap when I get home.”
“That’s good. Make sure you eat too,” she waits for his nod. “Alright, and with that agreement, I’ll stop bossing you around now. Are you heading home now? Or you can stay for food if you want?”
She almost seemed like she wanted them to stay and Jungkook was seriously tempted to accept her offer. Jimin beat him to saying anything with a shake of his head.
“I appreciate it, and all the help, but I want to go home. I’m sorry I was a bother.”
“No bother, sweetheart. Seriously, I’m happy that it at least happened around someone who was able to help you,” her gentle smile dimmed a bit as she turned towards the door, readying to leave the room. Suddenly, she turned back to them.
“Uh, if you ever need help or, I don’t know, advice? I have a stack of business cards in that drawer over there by the desk. Feel free to take one. I hope you feel better, Jimin. It was nice to meet you, Jungkook. Stick with your friend until he gets home, okay?”
Jungkook barely holds back of shiver of his own when her eyes finally land back on him and he gets the full weight of her attention again. So fucking pretty. He nods and she smiles again before leaving the room.
It was weird that the room suddenly seemed dark and depressing, right?
Jimin sighs next to him and he looks at his friend.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” he shrugs. “Just fucking embarrassed.”
“Nothing to be embarrassed about. That guy should be embarrassed that he’s a shithead.”
Jimin snorts, then looks at the door with a dreamy gleam in his eyes.
“She was pretty great, right? I wish I could find a partner that treats me like that. Maybe if I find someone she can train them for me,” he giggles, his eyes crinkling when they meet Jungkook’s.
“She did seem to know what she was doing,” he answered distractedly, remembering the way she’d been with Jimin. So soft and yet…you knew if she wanted to be hard she could be too. Just so… confident and…strong. Sweet, though. He bet her hand in his hair would feel wonderful and…
What the hell was he thinking?
He didn’t do the whips and chains bullshit that Jimin was into. He was the…boss. Tough and tattooed, and…and…he rode a fucking motorcycle.
Still…her smile felt like it was imprinted on the back of his eyelids.
“Anyway, let's get you home, hyung. Maybe do a sleepover and I can make you the dish I came up with the other day.”
“Not the one that you created using whatever random shit was in your fridge. Talk about bubble gut. I’ll order us some noodles. It’ll get there by the time we reach the apartment,” he said while he picked up his phone. He nodded at the desk. “Grab her card, just in case.”
He shrugged and helped Jimin grab his things and the shiny black card, her name in fancy gold lettering. He shook himself out of whatever weird mood he was in and followed Jimin out of the room and into the hallway, struggling to get through the crowds of people. If he tried to look around for one more glance of the woman, no one else had to know.