Revised 6-7-19
Namjoon was really concerned. Yoongi was crying when he got home, and after Jin came back downstairs, he still hadn't come down.
And even now, this morning, he had heard screams coming from their room, before Jin left.
Still no Yoongi.
Jin had looked satisfied though.
Namjoon cooked some lunch, bibimbap. The house was quite big, but it was boring without someone else around.
So he spooned some into a bowl, grabbed a water bottle, and walked upstairs to Jin and Yoongis room.
He knocked a couple times, and heard a groan. At least he was alive. Namjoon opened the door, and saw the older laying on the king size bed.
He took a quick glance around the room, his eyes widening at the various things around the room.
Various knives, whips, half-melted candles, needles, handcuffs, some blindfolds, a pile of rope, and a variety of gags.
What the hell goes on in here?
His eyes landed back on the man laying on the bed. He had various bandages on his back, and bruises literally everywhere.
Namjoon understood why he hadn't left the room.
"Ah.. hey Yoongi-Hyung. I brought you some food. I figured you were hungry."
Yoongi sat up a little, smiling. "Thank you, Joonie." He recognized the look on the youngers face, and chuckled. "I'm fine, don't worry. I'm just a little worn out. How are you?"
"I-I'm fine.. I'm sore but.. what happened to you?"
"Jin-Hyung and I have certain rules set up in our relationship, and I broke one yesterday. I had a couple punishments, but they're done now." Namjoon didn't need to know that Yoongi had woken up needing a session.
Namjoon nodded, setting the bowl and water bottle on the bedside table. "Do you want me to check the bandages, or are they good?"
Yoongi thought for a moment, before nodding, "they need to be changed."
The younger smiles, glad he can help. He grabs the first aid kit, before walking back over to the bed.
Yoongi laid on his stomach, his eyes closing. Namjoon gently peeled off the two bandages, his eyes running over the bruises and hickies.
Under the bandages, carved into his skin, was the letters 'KS' and words 'Masters Little Whore'. Along with those, he saw a few from probably years prior, though he couldn't understand what those said. However, he could swear that one said 'JH'.
With wide eyes, he applied ointment and different bandages, and put some cream on the hickies and bruises to make them heal quicker.
He wouldn't look at Jin the same way again for a while. It was kind of hot though.
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"Jin-Hyung! You can't do that!"
Jin looked at Namjoon curiously. He and Hoseok had just gotten home, and instantly was yelled at by Namjoon.
He saw Yoongi sitting on the couch, hands covering his face, shoulders shaking with laughter.
"What are you talking about?"
"You hurt Yoongi-Hyung!"
"Joon, I told you-" Yoongi started, but was interrupted.
"No, Hyung! It looks like he branded you!"
Jin was starting to get mad. He knew the youngest was misinformed. He narrowed his eyes and turned to Hoseok, who was just watching the scene unfold.
"Hobi, control him before I do."
Now, Hoseok was in a rather grumpy mood that day, and on those days, he seemed more like an actual he sadist. The only reason he hadn't said anything before now was because no matter how dominant was or felt, you don't interfere with Jin.
Upon hearing those words, he leaned forward with a smirk.
"Looks like Little Joonie here needs a punishment." He chuckled lowly.
Namjoons face paled slightly, and he looked at the older with wide eyes. Just the tone of the older turned him on.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE MY DARLINGS
HAPPY HOLIDAYS IF YOU DONT CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS.
THIS IS JUST A FILLER AND IM FINALLY GONNA WRITE A SMUT SCENE WITH JOON AND HOBI YES
