The Mentor ~ {Jikook} ~ BDSM

Chapter Two

Jimin's Pov-

I wake up in Namjoon and Jin's guest room with a splitting headache and a terrible taste in my mouth.

Groaning, I roll over and get up, dragging myself to the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth. 

I do have my apartment, but this room and the bathroom attached to it are practically mine. I have clothes in the drawers and supplies in the bathroom. I was here very often when Yoongi and I used to have arguments, and they also let me live here when we broke up and Yoongi kicked me out. They thought that we were in another argument; that's why Jin didn't know that we'd officially split up until last night.

Jin must have decided that I was too drunk to be at home alone last night; either that, or he just doesn't know where my new apartment is. He once told me that his biggest fear was having me die alone from drowning in my vomit or severe alcohol poisoning.

After taking migraine medicine, I pull on a hoodie and sweatpants, drag the hood up, and walk miserably out of the room and down the stairs. Walking extra carefully in my socks to avoid cracking my skull on the hard, smooth floor, I search the house until I finally find Namjoon in the den.

"Good evening, Jimin-ah," Namjoon says pleasantly from an extremely comfortable-looking chair. "Jin has gone out for groceries and should be back any minute now. How do you feel?"

"Like my head has been smashed in one of those car crusher things," I complain. "What time is it? How long did I sleep?"

Namjoon looks at his watch. "After throwing up a tremendous amount, you went to sleep around three this morning... so, roughly fifteen hours."

"You let me sleep until six?" I say, my eyes catching on to something that definitely wasn't there when I was last here.

There's a giant painting above the fireplace. It's a dark and shadowy picture of Namjoon and Jin that I'm not sure I should be staring at. 

The picture cuts off at the waist, but I'm sure they are naked in it. It's taken/painted at a side view and Namjoon has Jin pinned against a wall. Jin's eyes are closed and his head is tilted back, while Namjoon's left hand rests on Jin's waist, and his right hand grips Jin's throat. Namjoon seems to be studying Jin's face with hooded eyes and a sexy smirk on his lips.

"Jimin-ah! You are awake!" Jin's voice is relieved as he comes into the den. "I was beginning to worry—Aish, that photo!"

Jin's eyes are wide as he puts a hand over his mouth, his eyes darting between me and said photo.

"I think Jimin likes it," Namjoon says, sounding amused.

I smile at the blush on Jin's cheeks. "Yes, I think I do. It's a very... sexy picture."

"Thank you, Jimin," Namjoon says. "Jin, go cook dinner. Jimin, do you think you can keep him company for me?"

"Yes, sir," Jin says, and I nod, suddenly feeling almost disrespectful.

I ignore the strange feeling and follow Jin hyung to the kitchen. "That will never fail to briefly surprise me," I say as Jin looks through the grocery bags on the counter.

"What's that?" he asks, pulling an onion out of the bag.

"You're older than him, but obey him and call him 'sir'. I know it's part of your relationship, but it's different."

"Age doesn't matter, Jiminie," Jin says, a soft smile on his lips as he begins to chop the onion. "He's my master."

"Yeah, I guess." I agree. "So does he tell you what to do all the time? Like, make you quit stuff and take away all your fun?"

Jin laughs without looking up from his chopping. "He's not Yoongi, Jimin."

"I know that, but being told what to do can't be fun. I don't think I'd be very obedient."

There is a long pause. "I think you would," Jin says. 

"What?"

"You would."

"Do you know me?" I snort.

"Yes, and all that stubbornness is a facade most of the time. At least that's what Joonie and I think. You'd be a great sub if you just... drop the, well, you know."

I stare at him incredulously. "No, I don't know! What are you trying to say, hyung?!"

Jin shrugs. "Embrace your submissiveness, I guess?"

"I'm not submissive!"

Jin hums nonchalantly. "Alright. Be stubborn."

I huff indignantly. "I'm not being stubborn! Give me one reason you think I have this so-called submissiveness inside!"

Jin doesn't cease in his fixing dinner. He merely moves around the kitchen as he talks, "Okay, so a submissive's desire is to please their master. Let's look at Yoongi as your master. A shitty master, but it's just an example. You wanted him pleased, so you quit your job and your passion for him. You gave up so much—"

"To get him to shut the hell up!"

Jin arches one perfect eyebrow at me. "To please him."

I shake my head but decide to humor him. "Okay, so say I did do all of that to please him. Wouldn't that just make me needy for approval?"

"A good master will give you the approval you need."

I run a hand through my hair. He's obviously not going to budge on this one. "Okay, whatever. Me wanting Yoongi not to leave me was why I gave up that stuff. That doesn't make me—"

"Okay, Jimin. It was just my opinion. It's not that serious."

"I just want to know why you think that! Do I seem submissive to you?"

"Nope. Just forget it."

I take a deep breath and stare at him. Frustrated. "Is there something I've done lately that leaned you toward that, or have you thought it all along?"

He doesn't answer for a while, and I start to think he won't but he says quietly, "Joonie brought it up when you were staying with us when you and Yoongi were arguing a few weeks ago. He told me he'd thought he was seeing it, and we started observing over time. He noticed that you listen to him almost immediately when he uses a certain tone with you. Like, last night he told you that we were taking you home. You argued and he changed his tone. You listened. You had a little attitude, but you listened."

I remember that. It's a little foggy, but I do. I remain silent.

"And then just now. He gave me orders and you too. You notice that he didn't necessarily give you a choice to go back to your room just now, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay." I slightly change the subject. "Who got you into this lifestyle anyway? Namjoon hyung?"

"Actually, no. My cousin, Jisoo. She told me about a sudden interest in BDSM and begged me to go and watch a scene with her. I did and fell in love immediately. I hired a mentor, who made me into the sub I am for Joonie today. He's who I wanted you to meet if one day you decided to... wait..no.."

"What? No?"

"I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you into anything, Jiminie. I'm so sorry. I have overstepped my bounds in the worst way. Please forgive me."

"You're forgiven, hyung. But you wanted me to meet the guy that fucked you into submission?"

Jin chokes on his laughter. "GOD, NO! My mentor was best friends with the one that I wanted you to meet. The one I want you to meet recommended the mentor that I had."

"What was your mentor's name?"

"Taehyung. I want you to meet Jungkook."

~A/N: None of the first chapter two that I typed out saved so I had to do it all over again!! Trust me, I was beyond pissed. But here it is, and though it's not as good as the first...eh, it's here. Thank you for reading:) Vote and comment, be nice, but tell me what you think:) Love you all!