The Mentor ~ {Jikook} ~ BDSM

Chapter One

Jimin's Pov-

I drain another burning shot glass of whatever the hell Hobi keeps sliding toward me and look out toward the dance floor.

"Go dance, Jimin." Hobi says. "Yoongi, isn't here to stop you now."

I look at Hoseok.

We used to be partners. We worked together on sexy dances at a strip club in the city and got everyone watching us all hot and bothered. We were inseparable and unstoppable; he wouldn't dance without me and I wouldn't dance without him.

That is why he's a bartender now.

When I got with Yoongi two years ago, he made me give up the job, the hot casual sex with Hoseok (well, that's reasonable because that would be cheating) and basically all of my freedom. He wouldn't even let me non-sensually dance in public. We broke up a week ago, because he decided I was too wild and untrustworthy for him. And damn right I'm still hung up on it.

I scoff and Hobi slides me another shot glass as if he can read my mind. I swallow it, barely wincing at the burn. "That's so stupid. I gave up so much shit! I didn't cheat, I didn't do anything wrong! If anything I was boring! And that douche dumped me anyway! I should have bitch-slapped his dumbass!"

"I know." Hobi says supportively.

"Ughh!" I groan. "I need to get laid."

"Jimin!"

I turn to see who called my name and my bad mood momentarily dissolves. "Jin hyung!"

I would run to him if I could walk in a straight line, but...nope! I stay at the bar to keep from breaking my gorgeous face on the floor.

He approaches me and gives me a tight hug, his boyfriend Namjoon smiles and gives me one too. 

"Why are you so drunk?" Jin asks, looking amused. "Yoongi is going to...."

Jin trails off with wide eyes staring at something past my shoulder. I glance back just in time to see Hobi try to quickly drop his arms as if he wasn't just signaling frantically at Jin to not talk about Yoongi.

"We broke up." I say flatly, just staring at Hobi until he gives me a sheepish smile and walks away to serve someone down the counter.

"Oh, Jimin." Jin says sympathetically.

"I'm fine....Are you wearing a collar?" I tilt my head and squint my eyes at Jin's neck.

There is a steel band around his neck with K.Namjoon engraved right at the throat. Last time I saw Jin, he was wearing a leather collar, but it didn't have Joon's name in it. I had thought he just had this thing with chokers, but he told me it was just so that people would know that he was submissive.

Jin blushed a little and nodded, looking at Joon as if he were asking permission. Namjoon nodded and Jin turned back to me. "Joonie collared me," he says with a smile. "I'm his now. Kind of like getting married, but well..."

"That's sweet!" I say, even though I have no clue what the hell that even means. And if he were to try to explain, I'm too drunk to understand. "Congratulations!" 

I throw my arms around them both, and then use them as support because I stupidly left the safety of the counter. "Thank you, Jiminie. I think we should take you home." Namjoon says.

"I don't want to, though."

"You are going home." Namjoon says firmly.

He didn't snap at me but he might as well have. He sounded so... intimidating. His tone slightly sobered me and I stared at him, shocked. Wondering why his tone effected me so much.

"Okay." I agree cautiously, looking at Jin, who was eyeing me strangely. "Take me home."

~A/N: Okay, I have literally never written anything like this before, but I'm just following my afflatus, I suppose? I'm so excited!!!! Love you guys and thank you for reading:)