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Chan was frantic. He’d searched the length of the hotel for Felix. Every member’s bedroom, the spa, the gym. Maybe Felix had left with someone? Maybe some strange dom had ordered Felix to come with him, to obey him, and had left with him. It was a lot harder for submissives to fight their instincts. He wouldn’t have had much other choice. Fuck.
Changbin and Minho were already out searching with the manager in the car, whilst they’d left Jeongin behind to keep an eye on the other subs.
They’d wanted to try the police, but it hadn’t been long enough. A few hours without a submissive wasn't cause for investigation — it was an extended bratting episode. But they were abroad, and it would take such little time for Felix to go further than he knew. None of them knew America very well, but a submissive alone in a foreign country was a recipe for disaster.
He couldn’t even feel anger, not yet at least. He raced down the stairs for the fourth time, ready to stride down to the reception to beg again for CCTV footage (“We can’t release that to you without police permission, sir,” the receptionist had said apologetically. “Hotel policy.”) when he noticed a blonde head poking up from behind the receptionist’s desk.
He paused, heart thudding, and approached the desk slowly. The receptionist opened his mouth as though to speak, but snapped his mouth shut with an offended look on his face when Chan shushed him. Well, he would deal with that afterwards. His first priority was figuring out what his missing submissive was doing behind the hotel front desk.
Before either of them could blink, Chan rounded the desk and dropped down before Felix.
Felix was brazen enough to look confused. Chan frowned and hauled him up. “Where have you been?”
“I’ve been here, sir?” He said, frown lining his face. Chan would almost have believed him if it wasn’t for the twitch of his lips indicating the smile he was suppressing.
“We’ve been looking for you for two hours, Felix. Changbin and Minho aren’t even here because they’re driving around looking for you.”
The humour in Felix’s expression dissipated. “Oh. I thought — I’ve been updating Seungmin on where I
was going for a while? I figured he would’ve told you by now.”
There were so many things wrong with that. Not least that Seungmin should not have been keeping a secret like that for that long, but he had to deal with the naughty submissive that was actually before him now. Seungmin could wait.
He pulled out his phone and quickly shot off a text to the doms’ group chat that he’d found Felix so they could come back, before shoving it back away.
“Sir—” Felix started.
Chan cut him off, reaching around to tug on the back of his collar, cutting off his air supply for a second. “No. From now on, you speak only when spoken to. Do you understand?”
Felix coughed slightly, tears already beginning to fill his eyes as his gaze found his shoes. “Yes, sir.”
With infinite patience, Chan closed his eyes to calm himself down. Opening them, he could see the receptionist glancing between the two of them rapidly.
“How long has he been here?” He asked the receptionist icily.
“I’m going to have to ask you not to take that tone with me, sir.” The receptionist seemed unapologetic.
“I’m going to file a complaint against you,” Chan started through gritted teeth. “And then I’m going to go to Dynamics Services with the fact that you hid my submissive from me for several hours and lied about it. So I would appreciate it if you could answer my question. How long has he been here?”
The receptionist paled slightly. “Ah, about an hour?”
“You’re a dom. You were okay with hiding a submissive here for that long?”
The receptionist shrugged uneasily. “He said it was just a game.”
Chan pinched the bridge of his nose. His sub had been facilitated in hiding by a dominant who’d apparently never heard of bratting. Sure.
He hooked a finger under the little elastic band Felix was wearing as a collar and tugged. When Felix whined, leaning backwards to try and stop their movement, he spun him around and swatted him three times rapidly.
“Behave. You’re already in enough trouble as it is.”
Felix fell silent, cowed, and allowed himself to be pulled along, away from the reception and back up to their room.
—
When they got up to their room, Felix shuffling along behind Chan, the room was empty. Minho and Changbin must’ve been sent to check on the others. Felix waited sullenly by the door as Chan went to bring Seungmin in too.
At least there was no one here. He prayed silently that Chan wouldn’t bring back the other doms too and turn this into a group punishment. He didn’t need all the doms in one room deciding on his fate, one angry dom was more than enough.
Just then, Seungmin entered behind him, followed silently by Chan, thankfully without Minho. He brushed right past Felix, making sure their shoulders touched as a silent comfort, and moved towards the bed, reluctantly kneeling before it.
Chan gently pushed Felix forward to follow, and indicated for him to kneel next to Seungmin, before taking his own seat on the bed.
Felix wrung his hands nervously in his lap. Maybe he’d taken it a little too far. As unconcerned as Seungmin seemed to be about their current predicament, he could feel him shaking a little bit, as close as they were to each other. It wasn’t that Seungmin didn’t brat, but Seungmin didn’t like not having control of situations. When he bratted it was intentional — he knew what the outcome would be, knew how to make it come around. Now, he knew he would probably get in trouble by withholding the information about Felix’s disappearance, but he didn’t know exactly what would happen. This was a new situation for him and Felix couldn’t shake the feeling that it was his fault.
Biting his lip, Felix reached out and took Seungmin’s hand in his, laying their hands on his lap. He chanced a glance at Chan, who looked over their conjoined hands impassively.
“Whose idea was it?” Chan asked first, leaning forward on his elbows.
Seungmin’s hand was warm. He hadn’t stopped the trembling even with the contact.
“I asked Seungmin if he’d keep the secret for me whilst I hid,” Felix blurted. “It wasn’t his fault.”
Chan nodded thoughtfully and looked towards Seungmin. “Is that true?”
Seungmin didn’t move, keeping his gaze in his lap. Sighing, Chan reached down, tipping his face up with a finger. His face now in the light, Seungmin’s grin was wide against his face. Felix blinked. Huh. So maybe he’d been wrong about the panic.
“Whose fault was it?” Chan asked, voice stoic once more.
“Well, Felix did want to hide. But I probably wouldn’t have told you anyway,” Seungmin shrugged. “Less fun.”
There was a tense silence as Chan stared at Seungmin. Even Felix was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. Seungmin’s own bratting expedition was going to get him in trouble, and Felix didn’t really want that compounded with his. Although, that would probably be his own fault for falling to the instinct to brat in the first place.
Felix’s thoughts were cut short when he felt Chan’s hand on his upper arm, pulling him bodily up and onto the bed.
“If you both want to be brats, that’s fine. You know better than me, clearly, so you can punish each other.”
Did he hear that correctly?
“Sir?” Felix asked cautiously. “What do you mean?”
A frown was beginning to lace Seungmin’s face as he stared at Chan. That was clearly not the outcome he wanted.
“Felix, you’re going to spank Seungmin instead. If it’s not hard enough, I’m going to take over, and it won’t be with my hand.”
Seungmin was beginning to redden and, by the warmth in Felix’s cheeks, his face was probably doing the same. They’d never punished one another seriously. They’d done it maybe once or twice as a joke, when they liked to play pretend as doms, but never genuinely. Maybe this would be easier than just having a dom do it. After all, who knew a sub better than another sub? This would be fine. And he wasn’t particularly interested in having the hairbrush used on him anyway, so there wasn’t much other option.
Felix coughed awkwardly. The floor had to be getting uncomfortable for Seungmin. There was no dom to kneel for, no dominant presence to dispel the pain.
Chan reached down to tug at Seungmin’s hair. “Up. Now.”
With a scowl, Seungmin scrambled up, bending over Felix’s lap at the hard look Chan gave him.
Wow. Okay. This was what it felt like to dom. Okay. Felix lay a hand over Seungmin’s ass. His trousers were still on, buttoned all the way up. They were thin and papery, so probably wouldn’t provide much actual protection in that area. Still, he didn’t really know if he was supposed to remove them, but Chan hadn’t said anything, so it was probably fine.
“You can start.” Chan said casually, crossing his arms and watching them.
Felix bit his lip. It couldn’t be that hard. He raised his hand in the air, just like he’d seen the doms do in punishments and maintenance, and brought it down lightly on Seungmin’s left cheek. Seungmin didn’t
so much as squeak.
“Harder, Felix,” Chan said.
“Yeah, Felix,” Seungmin said mockingly. “Harder. I didn’t even feel that.”
Chan didn’t pay him any attention, only gesturing for Felix to continue. There was something a little worse about doing this knowing that Seungmin would be doing this to him afterwards.
He brought his hand down harder, jerking when Seungmin let out a surprised sound. He whispered an apology, but Chan was already signalling him to go faster.
He fell into a rhythm after the first few, feeling Seungmin beginning to tense beneath him, hands curling around the duvet. He was hitting hard enough that he knew Seungmin would feel it for a while, his ass no doubt already pinkening.
He realised he could be doing this for a while as Chan had never told them when to stop. Seungmin was beginning to cry out as strikes rained down on him and tears began to stream down his face.
“Please, Felix,” Seungmin said tearfully. “It hurts.”
Felix paused uncertainly and turned to look at Chan.
“Are you feeling less bratty now?” Chan asked pointedly.
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you have anything you want to say?”
“I’m sorry for not telling you where Felix was,” Seungmin said, rubbing at the tears on his cheeks. “And I’m sorry for being disrespectful, too.”
There was a pause, and, for a second, Felix thought Chan wasn’t going to forgive him. He was going to tell Felix to keep smacking and let Seungmin suffer a little more. But then, blessedly for Seungmin, he shifted so he could pull Seungmin off of Felix’s lap, hauling him into his own and hugging him tight.
“Thank you for the apology, baby. Sir forgives you now, okay? All forgiven.”
Seungmin sniffled and nodded obediently.
“Good boy,” Chan cooed, patting his head.
After a second of letting Seungmin rein his tears in, Chan gently hefted Seungmin off of him and into standing.
“I’m going to take Seungmin over to the other room. He still needs a dom with him,” he said as he stood too. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Did this mean he wasn’t getting punished? Felix nodded mutely, not quite wanting to speak and remind Chan. As the door clicked behind them, Felix relaxed a little. He’d gotten away without punishment, it seemed. Had Chan forgotten? It wasn’t like him to forget. Well, he would take his blessings where he could get them.
He had only just laid himself back down, head sinking into the soft mattress, when Chan returned, now without Seungmin.
“I need you on your front, Felix,” he said as he walked over.
Felix’s heart sank. The punishment had not been forgotten.
“I thought…” Felix trailed off forlornly. There was no point putting it off, he supposed, turning onto his front.
“Trousers off,“ Chan said.
Felix groaned. At least he hadn’t asked him to take his boxers off yet. He shimmed his trousers off and kicked them onto the floor somewhere. He’d find them later.
“You know, I think you need to be further off. On the corner of the bed.”
Felix knew from the faux sincerity in his voice that Chan was doing this on purpose. He was drawing this out, making Felix wait longer than he needed to.
Still, he wasn’t going to disobey. He didn’t need to add to his punishment. He shifted backwards and off of the bed until he was bent over it, face buried into the mattress.
After a second, he felt the mattress beside him sink beneath Chan’s weight as he took his seat beside him. Chan tangled his hand in Felix’s hair, not pushing, but resting gently as he smacked his left cheek.
Felix whined into the mattress. That was definitely his full strength. Another strike came down quicker than he could prepare himself for. Chan alternated between both cheeks, and Felix couldn’t stop the increasingly loud wails he was letting out. When he started on his sit spots, Felix threw a frantic hand back.
“Wait—” He tried, but Chan caught his hand easily, pinning it to his lower back and continuing his assault.
He had lost track of the number they’d reached by the time Chan was slowing down his swats. Everything hurt. He was sobbing gently into the covers, soaking the blanket with his tears.
Chan’s hand scratched gently at his head, the other hand now playing idly with the back of his collar.
“That’s alright honey, let it out. Took your punishment so well for me.”
Felix heaved a little. Trying steadily to manage his breathing, before Chan lay down on the bed, manoeuvring Felix so he lay against his chest.
Chan gave him a moment before asking, “Better?”
“Yes sir,” Felix replied smally. “And I’m sorry for hiding. I didn’t think it was going to go on that long, and I really didn’t mean to get Seungmin in trouble too.”
Chan patted Felix’s waist comfortingly. “As long as you’re safe. But thank you for apologising, anyway. As long as we’re not planning on doing it again, hm?”
“No, sir,” Felix mumbled. A thought occurred to him. “Is Seungmin okay? He didn’t come back to, um, you know…”
“I know, do I?” Chan raised an eyebrow teasingly, the smile obvious in his voice.
“Sir,” Felix whined. “You know, to — punish me.”
Chan smiled at Felix’s reluctance to say the word. “He’s fine. He just needed some more comfort, I think. Definitely wasn’t in the right space to be punishing someone else.”
That was fair. Even if his earlier assessment had been wrong this time, Seungmin really didn’t like new situations. It made sense that this might have been a bit overwhelming for him.
“You might have to worry about yourself a little bit more, now.”
Felix did not like the sound of that. He tilted his head so he could look at Chan better.
“You’re going to be leashed for the next few outings.”
“Sir, no—” Felix immediately tried to cut him off, wriggling out of his grasp to sit up.
Chan matched him, sitting up on the bed and facing him seriously.
“There’s not going to be an argument about this, Felix. This is for your safety, and my peace of mind. I don’t want you going missing again, okay?”
Felix slumped defeatedly. Being leashed meant so much less freedom. At bare minimum, he couldn’t even run ahead of the doms when they were being extra slow and boring and he needed them to be way faster. This was terrible.
He sighed. “Okay, sir. If you say so.”
Chan leaned over and gave him a peck on the forehead. “Good boy.”
The others were probably still waiting to see if Felix had survived. He had no doubt they’d probably heard some of his crying through the walls. But what was done was done. He fell back against the bed, wincing as he did, the ache in his ass not yet beginning to disappear. He could hear Chan moving around the room, probably packing up some more loose things since they were leaving tomorrow. For now at least, the leash wasn’t a problem.
—
Speaking honestly, Felix knew he deserved the punishment, but he was not going to be the only leashed idol at the award show. He’d already decided. That would be mortifying. He would bump into Eric or Haechan and they would know he’d been bad and he wouldn’t even be allowed to stick around and explain because Chan would be tugging him away by the lead and —
No. That was definitely not happening. He was resolved. He considered his options. Maybe if he explained to Chan nicely that he was very sorry for wandering off and would never do it again, Chan would have a little mercy on him and let him go leash-free.
He could go now. Chan was working at the company, but it was only a little ways away if he could get someone to drive. Or, better yet, he’d just take the train! That was easier, painless. Nobody would even have to know that he’d left.
Resolved, he got up off the bed and grabbed his keys. off the desk. His phone was in the middle of the table like a compact little warning sign. It was probably best not to take that along. What if somebody realised? Worse, what if Minho realised? Jeongin was at the gym anyway, so that was one less dom to worry about for now, and Seungmin would never rat him out. Minho, however, would be decidedly unhappy once he realised Felix had left without permission. Yes, better to leave the phone at home. He’d be with Chan quickly enough that he could just claim he’d forgotten it anyway.
With that decided, Felix crept out of the room, closing the door as quietly as possible. Minho was in his room, he could hear him. Seungmin’s room sounded a bit quieter. Maybe he was also in Minho’s? That would make things easier, if Minho had something else to prevent him from hearing Felix. He slid on his shoes quickly at the front door, and slipped out of the flat.
The walk to the nearest station was short. The nerves hadn’t settled in yet, he felt mostly calm. They stayed that way as he tapped his travel card on the scanner, went through the barriers.
It was on the platform that the unease began to bloom. The chasm was beginning to form in the pit of his stomach. He was going against orders. He hadn’t told anyone he was going, he hadn’t taken his phone. What if Minho realised before he got to Chan? What if he came looking? He shook his head. He was in it now. He might as well finish what he’d started.
To his right, he noticed a pair of school kids throwing him odd glances. Maybe he looked more nervous than he thought. He hunched his shoulders over and ducked his head. They were whispering now, pointing. One came over, hand clutching her phone intensely.
“Excuse me,” she started, darting a glance back to her friend. “Are you an idol?”
Oh. He blinked. They were just fans. That was okay then. “Yeah, I am. It’s nice to meet you.”
“My friend was wondering if we could get a picture with you.”
Technically they weren’t supposed to, but there wasn’t anyone here to stop him anyway. He nodded, and the friend beckoned her friend over eagerly.
A thought struck Felix. “Aren’t you supposed to be at school?” He asked once they’d taken their photos.
They both shrugged. “Aren’t you supposed to be with a dom?”
Ouch. Low blow. It made sense that they would know. He was wearing a collar, and every student had to take dynamic science throughout school. They all knew the laws and knew that a sub wasn’t supposed to be on their own for the most part. But it didn’t change the fact that he didn’t want them to know. More people knowing meant more chance of one of the doms finding out before he could finish his little excursion.
“I am,” Felix lied. “They’re just down there.” He waved vaguely into the distance. The platform was sparse due to the time of day, but he figured it didn’t matter. One of those people could’ve been his manager for all they knew. “But that doesn’t matter because you two are supposed to be at school.”
The first girl smiled a little and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry. We’re going.” A rumbling of the tracks behind them alerted them to the oncoming train. “Well, we’ll see you later, Felix. Thanks for the photos!”
They walked away before Felix could blink. Well he wasn’t their parent, he supposed. They’d said they were going, and he’d have to trust them. His train was appearing in front of him anyway.
For the most part, it was so far so good. He’d made it onto the train, and had gotten off at the station by the company with no other distractions. He didn’t even think anyone had noticed him. And he’d only been gone for a few minutes, really. Minho was probably still occupied.
The back entrance to the company would probably be easier. He slipped in through that door, using his little company-issued keycard to swipe his way in, and made his way to the elevator. He looked both ways; the coast was clear. Sliding into the elevator, he pressed the number for the floor he needed and exhaled heavily. He’d made it. But before the doors could close, another body slipped in. He tensed but — oh, it was just Nayeon. No, not just Nayeon. Dom Nayeon who would definitely not be keeping secrets for him.
“Hi, noona,” he said, trying to keep his voice from pitching up anxiously.
“Felix!” Nayeon smiled as she pressed the floor she was getting off at. “Busy day today?”
“Not really,” he said slowly. “Just — practice. Dance practice. Do you, um, have a lot to do?”
She pressed a hand to his shoulder and mimed breathing out. “Relax, Felix,” she laughed. “We’re past the formal stage. You don’t have to be so on edge.”
“Sorry.” Felix forced his shoulders to sag.
“That’s okay. But to answer your question, not loads, no. I’ve got a vocal lesson, and I’ve got a new song to work on, but just those two things will probably take a while.”
Felix almost couldn’t hear her over the sound of relief in his head. He’d almost made it. His floor was first, he was sure it’d stop soon.
“Not to stress you out, Felix, but are you okay? You’re shaking a little bit.”
“I’m fine, noona,” Felix dismissed, with a fake laugh. The elevator was announcing they were at his floor and the doors were opening. Finally. “I’ll see you later.”
Nayeon frowned. “Bye, Felix.”
This was it. He could see Chan’s producing room down the hall, and practically skipped over in excitement. He hadn’t had the presence of mind to plan what he was going to say, but he had the gist. No leash, no embarrassment.
He burst the door open and found Chan at the table, with Changbin leaning over his shoulder to look at whatever was on his laptop and Jisung in his lap.
He paused. He hadn’t really thought about the audience. It’d be fine.
“Felix?” Chan’s brow furrowed before he peered expectantly around him. “What are you doing here? Where’s Minho?”
“He’s not coming. Hi, sir. I have a question,” Felix fiddled with his fingers in front of him.
“Is Jeongin with you?”
Changbin was standing straight now, watching the exchange with focussed attention, although Jisung didn’t seem to have noticed yet, eyes still fixed on the screen.
“Do I have to wear a leash to the award show? I’m really sorry for wandering off and hiding before, and I can stay by your side without it and—”
“Felix,” Chan interrupted, a little more stern in tone. “Did you come alone?”
The sinking feeling was back. Changbin looked reproving from where he was stood.
“No,” Felix’s heart began to beat a little faster. “Jeongin is here. He just had to go speak to the manager for a minute.”
Chan’s phone buzzed on the table. At the same time, Changbin pulled his phone out of his pocket. They looked at their screens and back at Felix. Finally catching on, Jisung stared wide-eyed at Felix.
Maybe he should just go now? Take the train back and pretend this never happened. If he acted innocently enough, Chan might even believe that it’s just been a trick of the light, and Felix really had never been there. But then he’d still be leashed at the award show and wouldn’t have accomplished anything. He could run anyway, run now, and hide the leash? Jisung shook his head at him. Being subs, they could kind of intuit each other’s reactions since they tended to react pretty similarly anyway.
“Changbin, can you take Jisung to get some food? He needs to eat soon.”
Changbin’s eyes narrowed at Felix as he stretched his hand out for Jisung. “Sure, hyung.”
Jisung shrugged helplessly at Felix, before scrambling up and taking Changbin’s hand.
The sound of the door shutting behind them felt foreboding. Felix wrapped his arms around himself. Chan crooked a finger at him.
“Come here, Felix.”
“Sir,” Felix whined. “Please.”
“I said come here.”
“I just, the leash, I don’t — ” He was hyperventilating a little bit now. Chan’s eyes softened a little bit, standing and using the ring on Felix’s collar to guide him over to the mini sofa in the corner of the room. He sat Felix next to him, tucking him under his arm.
“Baby, breathe.” Felix tried to slow his breaths down but they kept coming short and fast. Chan squeezed him with the arm around him, and used his other hand to thread through his hair.
“I need you to breathe with me, baby.” He inhaled deeply. “One.” And exhaled. “Two.”
They repeated that, Felix matching Chan’s measured breaths until his breathing slowed to a natural pace.
“Good boy. Now do you think you could explain to me why you’ve come here without letting anyone know?”
Felix shuddered slightly. “Can I kneel, sir? Feels better.”
Chan stopped stroking Felix’s hair but kept him tucked under his arm. “You can kneel after we talk, honey. I need you to be up for this.”
Felix nodded against him sadly, feeling the fabric scrunch up against him. “Okay.”
“Do you think you could answer my question now, Felix? Why are you here? You said something about a leash earlier?”
“Wanted to ask you about the award show. You said I have to be leashed, but then, but —”
Chan squeezed the back of his neck, right where his collar sat. “Take your time.”
Felix dragged in a ragged breath. “Everyone will know I’ve been bad. They’ll know that I was a bad sub and I didn’t listen to my dom.”
Chan shifted, manoeuvring Felix out from under his arm so he’s straddling his lip, facing him.
“You’re not a bad sub, baby. You’re a good boy, you’re my good boy, and nobody will think otherwise because they know you, Felix. Besides, plenty of people are leashed at awards shows. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen Beomgyu without one.”
“But I was bad,” Felix mumbled. “And I wandered off without telling you and made you panic.”
“You did do that,” Chan conceded, “but that doesn’t make you bad. All it means is that you made a poor decision, yeah? You’re still my good boy.”
“Okay, sir,” Felix said quietly.
“All that being said, however, I think we’ve got some more poor decisions to talk about.”
Felix tensed. He had hoped Chan had forgotten about that.
“This is the second time you’ve disappeared without telling someone, Felix. You know the rules. If you wanted to speak to me, you could’ve just called me.”
“Wanted to say it in person.” Felix bites his lip.
“The award show isn’t for another week, Felix. You couldn’t wait?”
Felix stayed silent, dropping his head to examine his fingers as he fiddled with the bottom of Chan’s shirt.
“Firstly, you’ve worried Minho and Jeongin and now I’m getting barrages of texts from them saying you’ve gone missing. Then, I’m getting messages from Nayeon of all people saying you were without a dom and needed settling. Now, I’m getting messages from the manager saying there are posts online about you hiding from your doms at the train station?”
It isn’t funny but Felix has to hold back a bit of a laugh anyway. Why would he be hiding at a train station? That would be a terrible hiding spot. Clearly the fans didn’t have a lot of faith in him if they thought he’d be that bad at hiding from his doms.
“You’ve worried a lot of people that care about you, Felix. Is that fair? Do you get to break rules and do whatever you want on a whim at the expense of everyone else?”
The brief feeling of laughter was very much receding, guilt now taking its place. Chan was right — it wasn’t fair for him to constantly worry all the others.
“No, sir. I’m sorry,” he breathed, eyes still trained down.
Chan sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket, finding Minho’s contact and calling him.
“Changbin already called you?” Chan said, shortly after picking up. “Good. He’s fine — bit worked up, but fine. No, I haven’t punished him yet. Yeah, okay. We’ll see you then.”
He hung up as quickly as he picked up. Felix stared at him with round eyes.
“Minho’s on his way. Says he wants to see you,” Chan said, by way of explanation.
Felix’s mouth dries. That’s not good. That was exactly what he’d been trying to avoid. And it didn’t look like Chan was planning on punishing him yet either.
“Are you…” Felix started, leaving space for Chan to fill in the gap just in case punishment wasn’t on his mind anyway.
“I’m going to finish what I was working on, and you’re going to kneel in the corner whilst I do that. Okay?”
That was not how he wanted to spend his time. Kneeling for his doms was nice — it made him feel fuzzy and floaty, and he didn’t have to focus on reality whilst doing it. But this, kneeling as punishment, was decidedly unpleasant. He didn’t really want to, not at all, but the guilt churning in his stomach wouldn’t let him disobey another one of his dom’s orders anyway.
“Yes, sir,” he said miserably, sliding one leg off of Chan’s lap at a time and making his way to the corner. He lowered himself down gingerly, and shuffled until he was far enough inwards that his nose was close to touching the corner where the walls met.
“Fix your posture,” Chan called from his laptop.
Felix flinched and straightened, hands settling in his laps as he did.
He could hear clicking coming from Chan’s direction. Was Chan looking? He made sure not to slump. Why had he even bothered coming in the first place? He should’ve stayed home. He would’ve seen Chan in the evening anyway. Stupid instincts. He should’ve thought this through.
Chan was behind him, waving a piece of paper in front of him for him to take. Felix took it gingerly.
“Sir?”
“You’re going to count every dot on that paper, and let me know how many there are by the time Minho arrives. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
Chan nodded, satisfied, and returned back to the desk. This was something to focus on, at least. He turned his gaze to the dotted paper in his hands and started counting.
He was only at one hundred and fifty-three when he heard the door open. He waited for a minute. Maybe it was Changbin and Jisung back. Although, he wasn’t sure how much better that would be anyway. He’d still have two disappointed doms in the room.
He didn’t have to dwell on it too long. “You can stand up now, Yongbok,” Minho said.
Felix pushed himself up off his knees but stayed facing the corner. He technically hadn’t been told he could turn around yet, but he also didn’t really want to face Minho anyway.
“Turn around, Felix,” Chan added softly.
Felix turned, keeping his arms clasped behind his back and his head dropped to his chin.
Chan lifted his chin with a finger, forcing Felix’s gaze to meet his. “Did you finish counting?”
“No, sir. But I got past one hundred,” Felix said hopefully.
Chan smiled fondly. “Good boy.” He stepped away.
Minho’s face wasn’t as fond. He looked — cold. His eyes were sharp as he looked at Felix.
“Over the arm of the sofa, submissive,” he said, pointing loosely.
Felix swallowed thickly. Minho sounded angry. Very angry. He never called him that unless he was in a lot of trouble.
Still, Felix went unquestioningly, carefully draping himself over the end of the chair. He could feel hands wrapping around him once he’d laid over, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down, his boxers following shortly after. The air was cool against his bare skin, and he could feel goosebumps beginning to rise on his legs.
“Do you know why you’re being punished?” Minho asked from the space behind him.
Felix shuddered. “Yes, sir.”
“We need to hear you say it, Felix.” Chan says, taking a seat in front of him.
“I didn’t— didn’t ask permission to come here.”
“Yes?” Chan prompted.
“And I worried everyone by disappearing. Again.”
Chan took hold of his forearms. “Good. Now, Minho’s going to paddle you, and you’re going to be a good boy and behave whilst he does. Then all is forgiven, and we can move on. Okay, Felix?”
Felix hadn’t actually seen a paddle anywhere in the room, but knew the doms hid them in all manner of places to be able to quickly deal with unruly subs.
“And I want you to count,” Minho added, swishing the paddle through the air experimentally. Felix flinched at the sound. That was not a good omen. “Loud enough for me to hear.”
“Yes, sirs.”
“Good.”
The paddle came down hard on the curve of his ass. He let out a little wounded noise. That was hard. “One, sir.”
Minho hummed from behind him as Chan rubbed his arm gently.
It struck again, and he managed to stay still. “Two, sir.” That wasn’t so bad. If the rest of the punishment went like this, he’d probably be fine by the end of it.
The tens weren’t terrible. He pitched up on his tiptoes at seventeen, but Minho simply waited for him to relax again before continuing.
By twenty, each smack was being layered atop an existing ache. “Twenty-two, sir,” he groaned. He tried to bury his face into the fabric of the sofa, but Chan let go of one of his hands briefly to bury his hand in his hair and lift it out.
“I need you to look at me,” he said, shifting that hand again to tap his cheek. “Keep your head up.”
“Sorry, sir,” he groaned as a particularly hard smack landed in the centre of his ass. “Mmph, ow, fuck.” He tried to reach back to protect himself, but Chan held fast. He felt a little betrayed.
Minho paused before landing another swat. “You missed one. Count both.”
“Twenty-three, twenty-four, sir,” he gasped out.
By thirty, keeping his head out of the sofa was becoming increasingly harder. Minho landed a flurry of swats to his ass.
“Sir, I’m sorry,” Felix cried, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry I snuck out, I’m sorry I didn’t tell anyone where I was going, I’m sorry I scared you.”
The paddle stopped swinging for a second. Felix could feel Minho’s cool hand roaming over his hot skin.
“You’re okay, honey. You’re doing well for me.”
“Sir’s not mad?” Felix asked, voice wavering. The chasm of guilt was closing now, receding. If his doms forgave him then it was okay. Chan let go of his arms to stroke through his hair again.
“Sir’s not mad,” Minho said softly. “I was more than a little bit scared, but not angry. Now, you’ve been so good for me so far, okay? Just a few more, and then we’re finished. No need to count.”
Felix sniffled and nodded. “Okay.”
He tried desperately not to move as Minho laid the last few swats on him, digging his fingernails into his palms and clenching his teeth, but being unable to stop the little groan that escapes on the last one.
“All done, sweetheart,” Minho announced from behind him.
Chan scratched the underside of his chin and Felix offered him a watery smile.
“You want to come sit on my lap now, baby?”
Felix nodded eagerly, pushing himself up into standing. He took the hand Minho had offered him and padded over to where Chan was, lowering himself onto his lap, careful of his aching behind.
Chan reached a hand down to palm at it, producing a surprised squeak from Felix. “Nice and red now, hm?”
Felix blushed and mumbled something incoherent, pushing ineffectively at Chan’s hand.
“No more sneaking out now, hm, Yongbok? That lesson needs to stick.” Minho said, forcing Felix’s attention back to him.
Felix ducked his head bashfully. “No, sir. I’ll ask a dom, from now on, if I want to go somewhere.”
“Good submissive,” Minho smiled.
“You still have to apologise to Changbin and Jeongin when they come back,” Chan reminded him, a little bit of sternness re-entering his voice. But Felix didn’t even mind. They deserved the apology anyway.
“Yes, sir,” Felix nodded sombrely. “But…can I kneel now? Whilst we’re waiting for them to come back?”
Chan exchanged a glance with Minho, before giving Felix a fond glance.
“Why not? But you’re going to have to be up for your apologies.”
Felix had already begun lowering himself to the ground anyway, already forgetting about his tender ass.
“That’s okay, sir. I’m not going to space anyway.”
“We’ll see,” Minho said in amusement.
Felix shuffled so he was in between the two doms’ legs, then rested his head on Minho’s knee, blinking slowly as he felt the soft cloud beginning to settle gently over his head. Okay, he might’ve been a little bit wrong about that, but it didn’t matter. Why not let himself succumb to that safe, floaty state whilst it was offering?