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The Sex Store

Yoongi's warnings to Namjoon double as a warning to readers; FYI.

I won't be putting tags or scene warnings at the beginning of chapters for this story, so read at your own risk. Dark themes ahead. Not tagging it as noncon on ao3 since the bet was made with full consent, but there will definitely be some extremely dubious consent scenes later on.

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Namjoon woke up with a yawn, stretching out on the comfortable bed as he slowly blinked open his eyes.

To his surprise, Yoongi wasn't in bed with him.

Usually, the little dom started his day by kissing Namjoon awake, making them both breakfast, and taking a shower together that was either kinky or relaxing, depending on the type of dreams they had the night before.

Namjoon wondered if this was part of the bet as he sat up and pushed the covers off.

Reflexively, he looked down at his boxers, lifting the hem up to make sure Yoongi hadn't locked a cock cage on him while Namjoon was sleeping.

Thankfully, his dick was free, and Namjoon wondered how long that would last.

Swinging his long legs off the bed, Namjoon raised his arms above his head to pop the remnants of sleep from his joints.

Sighing, he trudged down the hallway and stepped into the bathroom.

Yoongi wasn't there either, and Namjoon started to grow nervous as he brushed his teeth and hair.

He didn't want to think what the dom would be up to if he was in the red room.

Morning duties done, Namjoon headed down the stairs to the kitchen, surprised further by the fact Yoongi wasn't in this room either.

Looking over his shoulder, Namjoon poured himself a bowl of cereal, wondering if he was breaking a rule somehow. He sat at the table, muscles tense as he ate quickly, eyes trained on the doorway in case Yoongi suddenly entered.

He couldn't believe how fast he was growing paranoid.

He finished his breakfast and started washing the dishes, not wanting to give Yoongi an excuse to punish him.

What if Yoongi had left for work already?

Namjoon glanced hopefully at the time, but his heart seized when he saw it was only eight in the morning. Yoongi didn't leave until eight thirty.

Well, at least he had a small reprieve to look forward to- from nine to five, Monday through Friday Yoongi would be away at work.

Sure, the dom would probably have rules set in place for Namjoon to obey while he was gone, but the worst long distance punishment wouldn't be half as bad as a punishment given by Yoongi in person.

He only had to survive mornings, evenings and weekends.

And if Yoongi ever took days off.

And holidays.

Namjoon felt a little less better.

"There you are."

Namjoon yelped in surprise, the bowl tumbling from his hands to rattle around loudly in the sink.

"On edge, pet?" Yoongi smirked, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.

Namjoon scowled, ignoring how sexy Yoongi looked like that, especially when he ran a pale hand through his long black hair.

"Where are my thirty good morning kisses, asshole?" Namjoon scowled. "It's past eight and I'm already in a deficit."

"You really think you'll be getting morning kisses from me while the bet is active?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow.