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The Client

Namjoon was surprised when Yoongi sat him down in front of the coffee table in the living room.

"I know it didn't sleep well last night." The dom said, crouching down to tie Namjoon's hands to the heavy table leg. "So I'll give it a really easy task to work on today."

He held up the small remote and pointed it at Namjoon, who flinched in anticipation of a shock.

Nothing came.

"I turned it off, pet." Namjoon could hear the smirk in the doms tone, and he didn't like how Yoongi was amused by Namjoon's fear. "I want you to tell me what your task is. I already told you what it was earlier, so let's see if my toy was listening."

"Dom..." Namjoon tested his voice out. It was raspy and ragged, but it didn't hurt as much to talk after having some water.

Yoongi reached a hand out to grip Namjoon's jaw tightly, turning the boys head slightly as he inspected his toy. "Yes, pet?"

Namjoon lifted his face out of Yoongi's grasp and glared. "How long are you going to cheat by hiding in domspace?"

Yoongi pulled back, tilting his head as he regarded the toy. The night in the cage had dampened Namjoon's stubbornness. But only for a few hours. He had rebounded from it and had already taken the first chance he got to act out.

Yoongi smiled, brushing the boys hair back with his fingers. "It's not cheating, pet. You're just mad you can't do the same thing." His grip tightened, yanking on Namjoon's hair. "You're worried because now you feel like you might lose." He flicked the boys forehead. "I tasked you with thinking about how to best please me when I return." Yoongi stood up and brushed himself off. "Think you can handle that, pet? If you do a good job tonight, I will reward you. If not, well... I'll have a lot of fun if you don't."

Namjoon watched as Yoongi grabbed his phone and car keys and, without looking back, left the house.

Namjoon sat for a few minutes, listening to the quietness of the house as he slowly evened his breathing out. The shock collar always raised his heart rate when it electrocuted him.

He tugged on the ropes that tied him to the table, briefly wondering why Yoongi hadn't chained him up instead, or put him back in the cage. Yoongi had to know Namjoon could get out of simple rope knots. After all, one didn't move in with a bondage enthusiast and not educate himself on how to get untied.

His fingers began working on the knot. He had decided he was going to sneak out of the house today to meet with Yoongi's former clients. Although, 'sneak out' wasn't entirely correct. Yoongi hadn't stated it was a rule that Namjoon couldn't leave the house. All Namjoon had to do today was 'think about how to best please Yoongi', which he could do while heading to the client's houses.

The ropes fell limply to the carpet, and Namjoon stood up and stretched. His muscles still ached from being cramped for so long, but at least they didn't burn in agony as the blood reignited his nerves.

First, Namjoon went back to the kitchen and got himself glass after glass of water. Then he made himself two sandwiches and downed them both. He felt a little paranoid as he checked the corners for hidden cameras, and even though he found none, he still cleaned up the kitchen to hide any evidence of his disobedience.

Reciting the client information he had memorized, Namjoon ordered an Uber to pick him up and pulled on the one normal outfit he had left; the shirt and shorts from the closet, and waited for the car to arrive.

When it did, Namjoon paused for only a second at the threshold of the front door, and then left.

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Yoongi pulled his phone out of his pocket when it vibrated.