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Seventeen

A/N The person who gets tied up in shibari is called a bunny. Fitting, no?

The music seemed quieter here. Or perhaps it was the sheer focus he had on the show that seemed to dull everything around them until there was nothing left of the cacophony of sound but a pulsing beat. The atmosphere around the two men on stage had shifted before Hoseok's eyes, Namjoon had become commanding, controlled; Jungkook was attentive and pliant.

He was surprised by just how much Namjoon touched the shorter man as he drew the plain, jute rope across his body. His arms reached around the defined chest of his bunny as the beginnings of a harness started taking form. He ran his hand down Jungkook's arm, from shoulder to wrist, before quickly twisting it behind his back, making his breath hitch. He did the same with the other hand. He worked quickly, Jungkook's body shifting and rocking against the tension of Namjoon's ministrations.

He lifted another coil of rope, perhaps his third, Hoseok had lost count. Instead of adding it to the intricate pattern of the harness, he looped it around the elegant column of Jungkook's throat, letting the length flow across his skin like a caress. Jungkook's eyes closed and his lips parted. Namjoon kept one hand on the rope, exerting gentle pressure, the other skimmed up his partner's bound bicep, over his shoulder. It lingered there, tracing the curve his deltoid before following a delicate collarbone, finally splaying open where shoulder and neck met. His long fingers curled around his throat and his lips followed, barely brushing the skin as the rope slowly fell away to return to Namjoon's waiting hand.

Then he was bending down to one knee beside the trussed man, bringing his hands up one of his muscular thighs smoothly. His hand dipped between his thighs, pulling his legs apart slightly. He brought the doubled up rope through his hands before slipping the doubled end between Jungkook's thighs, wrapping it around his leg and knotting it. Then it was drawn up to his trim waist, Namjoon's large hands cupping Jungkook's hips possessively as he laid the rope above it, circling it loosely. When he brought the length down again he tugged where they joined forming a 'v' that accentuated the curve of his hip and the taper of his waist beautifully.

Namjoon's skilled hands worked quickly, but Hoseok noticed the way they lingered on Jungkook's skin. Every touch was a claim, one that Jungkook accepted with increasing pleasure if his shallowing breaths and delicate shudders were to be any measure. Faster than Hoseok could clearly follow, Namjoon had the harnesses connected and was throwing the excess through the ring that swung above the bunny's head idly.

Like a marionette, Jungkook was manipulated off his feet and into the air, but Namjoon was not done. His hands folded and posed Kookie like a doll, tying him in place with swift, sure movements. Namjoon tugged the rigging once more and Jungkook's centre of gravity shifted, his chest falling below his hips, his head tipping back. With a flourish his work was finished and the rigger grabbed Kookie's bent and bound leg, setting him swinging in lazy circles. His features were dreamy, lost, adrift in the ropes like a ship in the night.

Namjoon returned to the cloth he'd been preparing earlier, producing a bright red candle. He crossed back to the suspended man, touching his hip lightly to stop his swaying. He lit the candle, watching it as his hands smoothed over Jungkook's body, then he tilted the candle. Wax splashed down, hitting his inner thigh. Jungkook flinched as the first drop hit his skin then he moaned low in his throat, his eyes closing again. Namjoon brought the candle up, letting it drip down his hip before finally inserting it into the twists of the rope to let it burn down slowly. Then he lit another, this time letting the wax hit his taut abdomen. As the final flourish, he sent his bound companion spinning gently.

And still the pulsing beat of the music went on, a heavy heartbeat that thudded in time with every drip of red wax on Jungkook's skin. It was entrancing.

Too soon Namjoon was blowing out the candles. With admirable surety he undid his work until Jungkook was once again on the ground. Namjoon's arm wrapped around his waist securely as he tottered unsteady as a new born fawn. He was drawn into the taller man's embrace, Namjoon's mouth at his ear, whispering something only he could hear. Jungkook took a deep breath and nodded slowly. Then Namjoon led him off stage, his arms still bound behind his back in the jute harness.

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Hoseok saw many other things that night, Jin gave a demonstration on the saw horse looking apparatus. When he asked, Yoongi explained it was a spanking bench. The bench that looked almost like a massage bed with restraints was used too. A man he didn't know dressed casually, much like Namjoon strapped a young man in white panties down. He then proceeded to make patterns out of colour coded needles. It had been quite artistic and both parties had seemed to thoroughly enjoy the experience. However, he'd found that demonstration difficult to watch.

Not too soon after that, Yoongi had suggested they leave and he had no objections. Despite his determination to be open minded, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

In the car, Yoongi had turned to him, all business once more.

"Tomorrow is your official start date. I'll expect you at the house at seven pm sharp. I won't be home, so let yourself in and take care of anything needed for the scene. Speaking of which, I'll send you an email outlining a few suggestions. I thought it might help until you get the hang of things."

"Yeah, thanks. I was a little apprehensive."

"Of course. I wish for things to go as smoothly as possible." He was silent for a moment then took a deep breath, as though steeling himself. "Did you want me to, um, take care of you? I know you were just supposed to accompany to the party but, well..."

"You don't have to. I'm fine."

"I, um, I want to. If you don't mind, that is." His voice was soft and hesitant. Hoseok couldn't help but find this side of him endearing. His sweet, little kitten.

"What here? In the car? What about the driver?"

"There's a partition..."

"Oh Kitten, where's the fun in that?" He teased, hooking a finger around Yoongi's leather harness and tugging him closer.

A/N OMG! How amazing is the comeback trailer?? Namjoon is our king! 😍🤩💜

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