Kink (Completed)

Chapter 6: History pt5

 I wiggled uncomfortably in my chair, my dick is pressed painfully against my zipper. I want to punch myself in the face, of all people Jeon is making me hard. I wanted to puke, then it sank it what he had just said and I laughed "that's not going to happen, I love Jacob, and he loves me. He graduates this year, he's going to get a job and get us an apartment then when I turn nineteen you can kiss my ass goodbye" he leaned forward a thunderous expression on his face "not going to happen" I scoffed "you can't do shit after I'm nineteen" he smirked as he sat back down "we shall see. Why didn't you tell me you were gay? I believe I have a right to know this since we're batting for the same team" I was ready to go off and defend myself when his words sank in "wait! You're gay?" I am shocked to the core, never in a million years had I imagined Jeon to be gay "Jimin you don't know shit about me nor I you, I agree it is my fault because I am always working. I just opened a nightclub, I want to make money the legal way. Give me a few more months and I promise I will be here. This summer I'll take you on a trip to make up for all those missed birthdays, pick anywhere you want to go and during Summer break well go."

  I shook my head "I can't Jacob and I plan on spending the Summer together before he gets a job."

It's now June, Jacob has officially graduated from high school. So why am I sobbing hysterically into his chest, because he had just dropped a bomb on me. He had received a scholarship to a prestigious school in the US. In less than two weeks he is moving to the US for four years.

  Even though it shattered my heart, I broke up with him two days before he left "I love you, and if we are meant to be then we will see each other again. We kissed one lat time before I walked away.

  I locked myself in my room and cried for a week straight, the pain in my heart is unbearable. Helen is beside herself with worry, I won't eat, and she doesn't know how to fix me. I haven't showered in four days and the smell is making me gag, so I hop in the shower. Minutes later I step out and grab a fluffy towel wrapping it around my narrow hips and head back to my bedroom. I sit on the side of my bed as a fresh onslaught of tears rolls down my cheek. 

  I hear the door open and see Jeon walk into the room "Jimin what's wrong? Are you sick?" I shake my head as more tears cascade like an avalanche down my face. He sits down next to me "Jimin did that boy hurt you?" I nodded my head "he left me" I managed to get out between sobs. He pulled into his chest, I buried my head against his broad chest and cried, soaking his dress shirt with my tears. He rubbed my back soothingly "I'm sorry" he whispered into my ear. Why was he sorry? He didn't make him leave.  

  I lost my mind for a while, drowning myself in sex and alcohol. I was never drunk enough to not use a condom, other than that they had free rain to do whatever they wanted to me, I didn't care. 

  Shortly after my fifteenth birthday, yes Jeon did remember, but I couldn't care less. I was in so much mental pain I thought about taking my own life. Jungkook brought home his business partners and best friends, Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon. They were both beautiful men and I couldn't stop drooling over their muscular bodies. I had bleached my hair and dyed it pastel pink, I started working out last year and now I had a six-pack. I felt pretty, and flaunted my body by wearing short shorts and crop tops. This is how I arrived at the dinner table, they both stared open mouth at me, giggling I sat down "Jeon who are these sexy hunks of man meat?" if looks could kill...

  I sat quietly enjoying Helen's delicious cooking when they started talking about the club, I am shocked at what I hear and turned on. The club is called Kink, because it caters to many kinks, fuck that's so hot. What piqued my interest the most is when they talked about the subs uniforms, they wore g-strings in different colors, black meant up for anything, green in training, red up for play with no sex, collared subs wore whatever they wanted.

  I excused myself and went to my room, I needed to do some research. I researched the power exchange between the dom and sub, the sub held all the power without their consent a scene would not happen. In return for their submission the dom shouldered all their burdens. I wanted that, I wanted that so badly. The dom doted on his sub, pampered them. I almost cried at how badly I wanted this. I searched social media in search of doms willing to train me, I found one that sent me his number and told me to call him when I was eighteen. All the others had turned me down flat because of my age.

  Namjoon, Hoseok and Jeon I am shocked to find out are dominates, well not really with the heavy sexual aura that hung around them I'm not surprised.

  A month before my sixteenth birthday Jeon taught me to drive, I took the driving test a week before my birthday and passed, so I know have a drivers license. I'm pissed because Jeon won't let me use one of his cars. On my birthday I am blindfolded and lead outside when he tells me to take the blindfold off in front of me sits a BMW convertible in a beautiful silver color. I jump into his arms wrapping my arms and legs around him and kiss his cheek "thank you" I suddenly realize what I'm doing, but he has a firm hold on me. For the first time I realize how handsome Jeon is, how masculine he is. He has this aura of dominance that radiated off him, it made me weak "put me down" I bolted to the house and up into my room slamming the door behind me. I had a huge problem, I am attracted to Jeon.

A/N: One more history chapter then to the good stuff. I would have made history one long chapter but my spell checks stops after 1300 words, it's so annoying.