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"Hyung," Han's soft voice echoed through the quiet dorm hallway, a stark contrast to the thumping bass of the music in the living room from where Hyunjin and Changbin were having a Dance battle? shooting a TikTok? Han didn't really care for now. Minho's footsteps grew louder as he approached, a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he looked at Han leaning against the door frame.

"What is it?" Minho questioned, raising an eyebrow as he took in Han's flustered expression.

"I...uh...I need you," Han stuttered, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment. Minho's eyes searched his for a moment before a knowing smile spread across his face.

"You need me?" Minho repeated, his voice low and teasing. He stepped closer, invading Han's personal space, making him shiver. They knew each other well, Minho always knew how Jisung wanted him, whether for a cuddle or to fucked till he was crying. The younger boy nodded, his eyes darting to the floor as his heart raced. Minho reached out, his hand gently cupping Han's chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze. "For what, exactly?" He took a deep breath, his eyes pleading. "For...for a scene?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Minho's smile grew wider, his eyes darkening with mischief. He leaned in, his breath hot against Han's ear. "Ah, so my little Jisungie needs his Sir, does he?" Jisung's heart skipped a beat at the sound of the pet name, a warmth spreading through his body that had nothing to do with embarrassment. He nodded fervently, and Minho stepped back, his hand dropping from Han's chin. "Very well," he said, his voice a calm of patience. "Let's take this inside Hannie."

They moved into the dimly lit dorm room, the door clicking shut behind them. Minho's bed was neatly made, the only indication of their usual activities the silk tie lying on the nightstand. The air was thick with anticipation as Minho turned to face him, who was trembling slightly in his excitement.

"Strip," Minho ordered, his voice firm but amused. Everything with Minho felt like a game.

He swallowed hard, his hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. The material fell to the floor, revealing the pale, freckled skin of his chest and the rapid rise and fall of his breath. His eyes remained locked on Minho's, searching for approval, for a sign that he was doing this right. "H..Hyung?" Minho was watching him, his gaze intense and unwavering, the heat in his eyes never dimming. He stepped closer, running his fingers along Han's jawline, feeling the shiver that ran down his spine. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress that sent a thrill through him.

Han quickly undid his belt, his heart racing as he pushed his pants down, stepping out of them. His eyes never left Minho's and Minho nodded in approval, his hand moving to trace the line of Han's waist, feeling the muscles tighten beneath his touch. He reached down to grasp the hem of Han's boxers, pulling them down slowly, savoring the moment. Han stepped out of them, now fully exposed and vulnerable.

"On the bed," Minho instructed, pointing to the center of the mattress. Han obeyed, his legs shaking slightly as he climbed onto the cool sheets. He laid down, his hands folded behind his head, Minho hummed, pleased. He pulled out the blindfold from the drawer, and Han's pupils dilated as he felt the soft fabric cover his eyes, plunging him into darkness. The mattress dipped as Minho climbed onto the bed, the weight of his presence settling over Jisung, as if he could feel the air. The younger boy's senses were heightened, every sound and touch magnified in his subspace. He heard the rustle of fabric as Minho removed his own clothes, the smell of his cologne mingling with the faint scent of sweat and arousal. The anticipation a living, breathing thing between them.

Minho's hand rested on Han's thigh, his thumb idly tracing circles as he spoke in that low, commanding tone that never failed to make Han's stomach clench. "Tell me again what you need," he demanded, his voice a warm rumble.

"I need...I need you to take control," Han whispered, his voice trembling. "I want...to be your sub."

The mattress shifted as Minho positioned himself over Han, his hands moving to pin the younger boy's wrists to the bed. "And you are," he murmured, his breath ghosting over Han's cheek. "You're always mine, aren't you jagiya?"

Han nodded, his heart racing as Minho leaned in to kiss him, claiming his mouth with a fierce passion. It was a kiss that was both tender and possessive, a promise and a warning wrapped into one. When Minho pulled away, Han could feel the imprint of his teeth on his bottom lip, a reminder of who was in charge.

The sound of the lube bottle being opened was a sweet symphony to Han's ears, the cool gel a stark contrast to the heat building in his body. Minho's hand was firm but careful as he spread Han's legs wider, his fingers teasing at his entrance. Han's body arched off the bed, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

"You're so eager," Minho chuckled darkly, his voice filled with a smug satisfaction that only served to make Han wetter. "But not yet." He pulled back, leaving Han's body begging for more. The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breathing.

Minho's hand moved away, and for a moment, Han felt a pang of disappointment. But then he felt the cool, slick touch of the plug against his skin, and he knew what was coming. He took a deep breath as Minho began to push it in, the stretch burning but welcome. He focused on the pressure, the feeling of being filled, the way it grounded him in the moment.

The plug was large, not enough to be painful, but big enough to make him squirm with discomfort at the beginning. It slid into him with a pop that made Han's toes curl. Minho didn't give him a chance to adjust, immediately moving the plug to massage his insides.

Han's moan was muffled by the pillow, his body squirming under the weight of the plug and Minho's hand, which had moved to rest on his hip, holding him still. "Behave," Minho warned, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Han's spine.

The bed shifted again, and Han felt the warmth of Minho's body pressing against his back. He could feel him poking at his ass. Minho's hand moved to stroke Han's cock, teasing and taunting, never giving him the release he craved. "You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you?" Minho whispered in his ear, his breath hot and moist. Han nodded, his voice strained. "Yes, Sir." "Good," Minho purred. "Because I'm going to take you apart, piece by piece, until you're nothing but a puddle of need for me, and you're going to beg me for it the entire time."

The first slap came as a surprise, a sharp sting that made Han's body jolt. He could feel his cheeks heat, both from the spank and the humiliation of being treated like this. But it was a good kind of heat, the kind that made his cock throb and his eyes water.

Minho's hand fell again and again, alternating between cheeks and setting a rhythm that was as intoxicating as it was painful. Han's moans grew louder, his body moving with the beat, begging for more. With each smack, the plug inside him shifted, sending waves of sensation through him that made him feel like he was going to burst.

But Minho knew just how to keep him on edge, his touch alternating between the pain of the spanking and the sweet agony of edging. Han's world narrowed to the feel of his hand on his skin, the sound of his own desperate pleas.

"Beg for it," Minho ordered, his grip on Han's wrists tightening. "Beg me to let you come."

Han's throat was raw from moaning, but he found the strength to obey. "Please, hyung, Minho hyung, Sir," he whimpered, his voice breaking. "I need it. I need to come for you."

Minho chuckled, the sound mocking and sinister. He stopped the spanking, his hand resting on Han's hot skin, feeling the way it quivered beneath his touch. He reached around to cup the younger boy's chin, tilting his head back. "You're so pretty when you beg," he murmured, his thumb brushing over Han's swollen lip.

The plug was removed with the same abruptness it had been inserted with, leaving Han feeling empty and exposed. But the void was quickly filled as Minho pushed into him, the length hot and hard. Jisung gasped, his body tightening around the intrusion.

Minho began to move, his hips setting a punishing rhythm that had Han's body bouncing on the bed. Minho's cock hit his prostate with each thrust, using the stamina earned from all those dance practices here.

"You're mine, aren't you Han-ah" Minho growled, his breath hot against Han's ear. "Say it."

"I'm yours, Sir," Han gasped, his voice trembling with a desperate need to please, the world focused on just Minho "Yours to use, yours to pleasure."

The words seemed to push Minho over the edge, his thrusts growing faster, harder. Han could feel the tension in his body, the way his grip on his wrists tightened. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, their harsh breaths, and the slick sound of their bodies moving together.

And then, finally, Minho gave him what he needed. He wrapped his hand around Han's cock, jerking him off in time with his thrusts. "Come for me," he whispered, his voice a dark, seductive command. "Come, my good boy. The orgasm hit Han like a tidal wave, tearing a scream from his throat. His body spasmed, his muscles clenching around Minho's cock as he shot his load onto the bed. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a white-hot release that left him boneless and trembling.

Minho didn't stop, though. He continued to fuck him through his orgasm, his own release building. Han could feel the tension in his body, the way the muscles tensed and flexed. And then, with a groan, Minho came, warmth filling Han up.

For a moment, they lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined. Then Minho pulled out, his hand moving to stroke Han's cock gently, bringing him slightly down from the high of subspace. Going down with Minho was so easy, a few touches, or just hushed words.

"Thank you, Sir," Han murmured, his voice hoarse from screaming.

"You're welcome, baby," Minho replied amused, his voice still gruff with arousal as he removed the blindfold. Han's eyes blinked open, the room spinning slightly as he adjusted to the light.

Minho leaned down, his lips brushing against Han's ear. "But we aren't done yet," he whispered, sending a fresh wave of anticipation through the sub. Jisung's eyes widened as he felt Minho's fingers begin to trace patterns on his sensitive skin, his touch featherlight and maddening. The brat in him wanted to squirm, to demand more, but he knew better, because Minho could be mean as fuck.

"Do you want more?" Minho's voice was a purr, his breath hot against Han's neck. "Do you want me to make you beg again?"

Han nodded, his voice a needy whine. "Yes, please, Sir."

Minho's hand trailed down Han's chest, teasing his nipples before moving to the plug once more. He began to twist it gently, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through Han's body. "Tell me how much you want it," he demanded, his voice a dark challenge.

"I want it so much," Han gasped, his hips moving of their own accord, trying to chase the sensation. "Please hyung, fuck me harder, make me scream for you."

Minho's cock filled him again. This time, the older boy was relentless, his strokes deep and punishing. "You're such a greedy little slut," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But that's what makes you so perfect for me."

Han could feel himself getting close again, the pleasure building in his stomach like a storm. "Sir, I'm going to-"

"No," Minho cut him off, his voice firm. "Not yet. You're going to come when I tell you to."

The frustration was a delicious agony, each stroke pushing him closer and closer to the edge without allowing him to fall. Han's body was a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. He could feel his orgasm hovering just out of reach, taunting him with its promise.

"You're so beautiful when you're desperate," Minho said, his voice a low growl. "I could do this to you all night."

Han's whimpers grew louder, his body begging for release. Minho's grip on his wrists was unyielding, keeping him in place, keeping him at his mercy. "Please, Sir," he pleaded. "Please, let me come." Minho's laugh was dark and wicked, his hips never slowing their punishing rhythm. "Not yet, jagiya," he said, his voice a caress that was almost as sweet as the pain. "I'm not done with you."

The teasing went on, each touch and thrust designed to drive Han wild. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the only sounds in the room their heavy breathing and the wet slap of skin on skin. Han's thoughts were a jumbled mess, his mind focused solely on the sensations bombarding him.

"I can't...I can't hold on," he panted, his body a livewire of pleasure.

"You will," Minho's voice was unyielding, his hips not slowing their punishing pace. "You're going to come for me, when I tell you to."

But Han's body had other ideas. With a cry, he spilled over, his muscles clenching around Minho's cock without permission. The dread settled in as soon as it stopped feeling good. Fuck.Minho had told him to not cum, and he just did.
The next thing Han knew, Minho was flipping him onto his back. He stared up at his hyung, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. Minho leaned down, his gaze intense. "You came without permission," he said, his voice a low growl. "I told you not to."

He reached for the vibrator on the bedside table, turning it on to a setting that always had Han's eyes rolling back in his head. "You're going to come again, and again, and again, since you were so eager to come without my permission" Minho said, pressing the buzzing toy against the tip of Han's sensitive cock. "And each time you do, it's going to be because I tell you to."

The first orgasm was like a slap in the face, a bolt of lightning that took him by surprise. He arched off the bed, his body trembling as the vibrations sent him spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. "Again," Minho demanded, not giving him a chance to catch his breath.

Han's moans grew louder as the second orgasm built, his body fighting the overstimulation even as it craved more. He could feel the burn in his muscles, the desperation in his voice as he pleaded for mercy that never came.

"You're going to learn to control that greedy little body of yours," Minho said, his hand moving the vibrator oh his tip in a way that had Han's toes curling. "Or I'm going to have to teach you a much more painful lesson."

The next orgasm was like a tidal wave, crashing over him and leaving him gasping for air. His body was a wreck, his mind a haze of sensation as Minho continued to use the vibrator, pushing him past his limits.

"Come for me," Minho ordered, his voice an announcement in the quiet room. "Now."

And he did, his body responding to the command with an intensity that left him trembling and sobbing. Each orgasm was a punishment, a reminder of who was in control, but they were also a gift, a release from the constant grip of his anxiety. Jisung didn't need to think, because Minho hadn't left the decision in his hands anymore.

As the aftershocks of his climaxes faded, Han felt a warm hand on his cheek, gently turning his face to the side. "Good boy," Minho murmured, his voice filled with affection. "You took that well."

Han's chest was heaving, his body a mass of tremors. "Thank you, Sir," he managed to whisper, his voice hoarse.

Minho leaned in, his lips pressing against Han's in a soft, gentle kiss. "You're mine," he said, his voice a gentle reminder.

Han nodded, his eyes slipping shut as Minho pulled the vibrator away, his body feeling like it had been wrung out. "Always," he murmured, his voice a declaration of trust and submission.

The older boy kissed him again, this time deeper, more possessive. "Always," he agreed, his hand moving to stroke Han's hair as he pulled the younger boy into his embrace.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their mingled breaths, the feel of their hearts beating in sync. But even as the storm of pleasure began to recede, Han knew that this was just the start of the night. Minho had promised him more, and he had no doubt that he would deliver. Minho didn't forgive easily. The anticipation was a delicious cocktail of fear and desire, leaving him eager for whatever came next.

Then, the vibrator was back, buzzing insistently against his oversensitive cock. Han's body jerked, his muscles already protesting the onslaught of pleasure. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the scream that threatened to escape. But Minho wasn't satisfied. "Again," he demanded, his voice a dark whisper that sent shivers down Han's spine.

The pain was exquisite, each pulse of the toy against his flesh a reminder that he had come without permission. Han's eyes squeezed shut, his body taut with tension as he fought against the rising tide of another orgasm. "No, please," he whimpered, his voice cracking. "I can't."

Minho's hand stopped moving, the vibrator hovering just above his skin. "You can," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "You will. You're my sub, and you take what I give you."

Something inside Han snapped at the firm but gentle words. The desperation in his voice was palpable as he begged, "No more, Sir. Please, no more." The tremble in his voice was genuine, his need for comfort overriding his desire to serve.

Minho's eyes searched Han's, noticing the shift in his demeanor. He knew his sub's limits well, and he knew that pushing them too far could lead to a subdrop. He leaned down, kissing the younger boy's forehead gently "Color?" Jisung looked at him, eyes wet and pupils dilated, he blinked, and blinked again before whispering "Green." Minho smiled "Thank you baby, such a good boy telling me your color" he murmured, his voice softer than it had been all night. "But first, one more."

He pushed into Han again, slower this time, his movements deliberate and measured. The younger boy's body was a tight, trembling mess, his muscles clenching around Minho's cock with every shallow thrust. "Beg for it," Minho whispered, his voice a dangerous request that sent a shiver down Han's spine.

Han's voice was hoarse as he pleaded, "I need to come, Sir. Please, let me come."

Minho's grip on his wrists tightened, his eyes dark with determination. "Not yet," he said, his voice firm. "You're going to come when I say you can, not before."

The frustration was a living entity, coiling in Han's stomach, making him want to scream. He could feel his orgasm building, he wanted to come, but he also knew it would be painful, his body straining against Minho's hold. "Please," he begged, his voice cracking. "Please, let me come."

Minho's eyes searched Han's, looking for any sign of distress beyond the usual end-of-scene tremors. What he saw made his own arousal spike - the raw need, the desperation. He knew he had him right where he wanted him.

"You're so beautiful when you're begging," he murmured, his voice a dark purr. "But I'm not done with you yet."

With that, he began to fuck Han in earnest, his strokes deep and demanding. The vibrator was forgotten as Minho's cock claimed him fully, pushing him closer to the edge with every thrust.

Han's eyes rolled back in his head, his moans growing louder, his body a canvas of pleasure and pain. He could feel the beginnings of an emotional drop, the overstimulation threatening to overwhelm him. "I can't," he gasped. "I can't take it anymore."

But Minho was relentless, his own climax building as he watched Han struggle. "You can," he growled, his hips moving with a brutal rhythm. "You're going to come for me, and you're going to beg me to stop."

The words were a challenge, a demand that Han's bratty side couldn't resist. He arched his back, pushing back against Minho with every thrust. "More," he moaned, his voice a demanding whine. "Give me more."

Minho's eyes widened, surprised by Han's response. He leaned down, his teeth grazing Han's earlobe. "You want more?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. "You want me to fuck you until you can't take it?"

Han nodded, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes, Sir," he whispered. "I want it. I need it."

With a smirk, Minho complied, his hips moving faster, his grip on Han's wrists tightening. The younger boy's body was a symphony of sensation, his muscles tightening and releasing in a dance of pleasure and pain.

And as the orgasm claimed him, Han did beg, his voice hoarse and broken, the brat in him lost to pleasure. "Please, Sir, no more," he sobbed. "Please, let me stop."

But even as the words left his mouth, he knew he didn't mean them. The high of subspace was a drug he craved, the pain a balm for his anxiety. And as Minho's cum filled him, he felt a sense of peace wash over him, the fear and anticipation replaced by a warm, contented glow, a brief rest.

They lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, their bodies entangled. Then, with a sigh, Minho pulled out, his eyes searching Han's for any sign of distress.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Han's voice was barely above a whisper. "I can't," he pleaded, his body already trembling from the relentless onslaught of pleasure. "Please, no more."

Minho's expression was unyielding, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and dominance. "You can," he said, his voice a low command. "And you will. You're not allowed to come again until I say so. You know what to say if you want me to stop."

The challenge in his hyung's tone was like a spark in a dry field. Jisung's body responded with a desperate need to submit, to push past his limits and prove himself to Minho. "Yes, Sir," he managed, his voice strained.

Minho leaned down, his teeth capturing Han's bottom lip in a gentle bite that sent a shiver through him. "Mhm, good boy," he murmured, his voice a dark purr. "Now, show me how much you want it." He began to move again, his hips rocking into Han's with a slow, deliberate rhythm that was somehow even more intense than the pounding from before. The younger boy's eyes rolled back in his head, his body a writhing mass of pleasure. "More," he whimpered, his voice a needy beg. "Please, more."

Minho's chuckle was low and wicked. "You want more?" he asked, his voice taunting. "Then you'll have to earn it."

Han's eyes snapped open, determination in his gaze. He pushed his hips up to meet Minho's, his muscles straining for more. "I'll do anything Sir," he gasped, his voice a desperate plea. "Just let me come."

Minho leaned down, his mouth pressing against Han's ear. "Beg for it," he demanded, his voice a seductive whisper that sent a thrill through the younger boy's body. "Beg me to stop, or to cum, and maybe, just maybe, I will."

The words were like a knife, slicing through Han's desperation and leaving him gasping for air. "Please, Sir," he whined, his voice a high-pitched wail. "Please, let me come. I'll do anything, I'll beg, I'll scream, just let me come."

The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths and the slick noise of their bodies moving together. Han's eyes were squeezed shut again, his face a mask of pained ecstasy.

Minho's hand moved to Han's throat, his grip firm but not painful. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "And I'll make you come when I think you're ready. Go on, cum Jisungie"

The pressure on Han's throat was the final straw, sending him spiraling over the edge into a fifth orgasm that left him trembling and gasping for air.

"Good boy," Minho praised, his voice a gentle caress that brought a tear to Han's eye. "You took it so well."

The aftermath of their scene was a tangled mess of limbs and emotions. He could feel how his body was a map of bruises and bite marks, Minho's ownership. When Minho pulled out of him, the cold air hitting his oversensitive skin, the combined impact of all the sensations began to set in.

For a moment he could feel jitters in his mind, a nervousness he couldn't explain. But then Minho was there, and everything was alright. his arms wrapping around Han's trembling body, pulling him into a tight embrace. "It's okay," he whispered. "You did so well."

The words of comfort were like a warm blanket, wrapping around Han's soul and soothing the jagged edges of his anxiety. He clung to Minho, his body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure and pain.

As the tremors in Han's body began to subside, Minho rolled them onto their sides, his hand stroking gentle circles on the younger boy's back. "You're safe," he murmured. "You're with me. We're okay." Jisung nodded, his voice muffled against Minho's chest.

Minho chuckled, the sound low and knowing. "You were so loud," he teased, his voice a gentle rumble that sent warmth through Han's body. "I think you gave the whole dorm a show."

Han's cheeks flushed, the thought of the others hearing his desperate cries of pleasure both mortifying and thrilling. "They...they couldn't have heard," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, they heard," Minho said, his chuckle deep and rich. "And they know exactly who you belong to." He leaned down, his breath hot against Han's ear. "But maybe one day, I'll let you show off for them."

The idea of performing for the others sent a fresh wave of arousal through Han, his cock twitching despite its recent abuse. "Would you, Sir?" he asked, his voice a hopeful whine.

Minho's hand traveled down Han's spine, his fingers tracing the curve of his ass. "We'll see," he said, his voice a dark promise. "But for now, you're mine to use and abuse."

He gave Han's cheek a light smack, the sting bringing him back to reality with a jolt. The younger boy's eyes snapped open, his gaze meeting Minho's, filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

"And if you're a very good boy," Minho continued, "I might talk to Chan hyung about getting a day off next month too so we can do this again." Scenes this intense for them for rare, not when they had physically intense dance practices, screaming this much wasn't good for vocals either.

Han's eyes widened, his body already responding to the idea. "I'll be good," he promised, his voice eager. "I'll do anything."

Minho's smile was a wicked curve of his lips, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I know you will," he said, his hand moving to stroke Han's cock gently, making him flinch and whine. "But for now, you need to rest."

The older boy leaned down, his mouth capturing Han's in a soft, lingering kiss. "You're hyung's," he murmured against his sub's lips, his voice a gentle reminder of their dynamic. "Minsung forever, yeah?" Jisung nodded.

The room was quiet for a moment, the only sound the steady thump of their hearts and the soft rustle of the sheets. Then, Minho's hand moved away, leaving Han's cock to throb in the cool air.

"Hopefully you'll remember," Minho said, his tone playful yet firm, "you're not allowed to come without my permission."

Han nodded, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasms. "Yes, Sir," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet obedience that thrilled Minho.

The older boy leaned back, his eyes scanning Han's body with a possessive gaze. "Good," he said. "Now, get some sleep. You're going to need it for tomorrow if Felix and Hyunjin decide to have a day out."

With those words, Minho rolled over, pulling the blankets over them both. Han snuggled closer, his body feeling boneless and used in the best possible way.

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The next morning, the air in the dorm was awkward. The other members were unusually quiet around Jisung, their eyes flickering to the bruises on his neck and the way he walked with a slight wince. But Han held his head high, basking in the secret knowledge of what had transpired between him and Minho the night before. It wasn't a secret anyway, everyone knew about Hyunjin and Changbin, and Chan and Felix, or rather Chan and everyone, mostly everyone. He didn't know why everyone was making a big deal. If he'd asked Seungmin he'd have told him that it was because he looked like death warmed over.

At practice, he found himself moving with a new confidence, the physical activity feeling energising, his body responding to every command with a precision that surprised even him. Minho's words echoed in his mind, and considering he was the Dance leader, he thought wanting to do better was normal.

And when their eyes met across the dance floor, there was a silent understanding, Minho raised an eyebrow and Jisung sent him a thumbs up, he was okay physically, the rest had done wonders.

But it wasn't until the night, when they were alone again, that Minho brought up the idea of sharing him with their leader, Chan. "Channie's hyung's idea, you were his first Stray Kid, I knew that before we became a thing, I asked for his permission actually before asking you out. He looks at you, everytime I make you wear a collar, so I asked him if it bothered him." "And? What did hyung say?" Han asked nervously. "He said...he said it made him want to attach a leash to it so that I could pull you back on my cock with it while he watched." Han's heart skipped a beat, his stomach flipping with a mix of excitement and fear. "You...you'd let him watch?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Minho's smile was knowing. "If you want it," he said, his voice a low purr. "I'd even let the cock be his. But remember, the collar will be mine. You'll do as I say, even if that means serving him. So?"

The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating, and Han knew that he couldn't resist the temptation. "Yes, Sir," he murmured, his eyes wide with need. "I'd like that."

Minho leaned back against the headboard, his hand stroking Han's cheek gently. "Good boy," he said, his voice filled with pride. "But you're going to have to be very, very good for me. And for him."

The implication of what that meant had Han's stomach doing flips. He knew that if he was going to be shared with Chan, Minho would be even more strict. He was a smug bastard about having Han on his knees for him.
"You're going to have to be so obedient," Minho continued, his voice a dark whisper. "So eager to please. Can you do that?"

Han nodded, his eyes never leaving Minho's. "I'll do anything, Sir."

Minho's smile grew wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Then let's get you ready," he said, his hand moving to the drawer beside the bed. He pulled out a collar, the leather soft and supple. "This will show everyone who you belong to."

He fastened the collar around Han's neck, the metal clasp clicking into place. It was a symbol of his submission, a declaration of his status as Minho's sub. The younger boy felt a thrill run through him at the thought of wearing it in front of the others, especially in front of Chan.

"Now, let's get you warmed up," Minho murmured, his hand moving to Han's still-sensitive cock. He began to stroke it lazily, watching the younger boy's reaction with a knowing smile.

Han's breath hitched, his body already responding to Minho's touch. He felt his anxiety melt away, replaced by a fierce need to please him. "Thank you, hyung," he whispered.

Minho leaned in, his lips brushing against Han's ear. "Remember," he murmured, "you're not allowed to come without permission. Not even when Chan uses you."

Han shivered, the thought of being denied pleasure even as he was being used by both his hyungs almost too much to bear. But he knew he could do it, for Minho, and for Chan, it wasn't that different to want to function at Chan's standard anyway. He did it in the studio daily, and now he had to perform in the bedroom too, no big deal.

"Yes, Sir," he breathed, closing his eyes to tune out everything else for the moment. "I won't disappoint you." Then Minho was standing up pulling him to his to his feet too, "Let's go, we have a busy day before we get to play."

The days passed in a blur of rehearsals and anticipation. Han felt like he was walking on air, the secret of their upcoming scene with Chan filling him with a mix of excitement and dread. He could see Chris's eyes lingering on the collar all day, as were others to be honest, Felix couldn't stop giggling all day watching Chan and Jisung like a tennis match.

When the choreographer left Minho led him to Chan's studio, the door closing behind them with a soft click.

The leader was waiting for them, his eyes lingering over the collar on Han's neck with a hunger that made the younger boy's knees weak. And he hadn't even seen the leash that was hidden under the hoodie "You're going to be a good boy for us," Minho said, his hand on Han's back, guiding him forward.

Han nodded, his voice trembling. "Yes, Sir. I'll be good."

The others came in within the next 30 minutes, except Changbin and Seungmin who were already done with their recording sessions earlier that morning. Hyunjin and Felix kept looking at Chan and whispering, Hyunjin letting out small scandalised gasps at whatever Lix was telling him, Jisung ignored them because he was too busy feeling like a cornered prey sitting between Minho and Chan's table.

After around 40 mins when he had been ready to doze off, Chan called out, his expression unreadable. "Han," he called out, once the door closed behind Jeongin, his voice a low command that had the younger boy jumping to attention. "I need a break. I.N. ah is done with his session, You're going to keep me warm while Felix and Hyunjin work."

Han froze for a moment, turning to look at two, both of them looking equally shocked and amused at the same time. Minho's grip on Han's wrist was firm as he led him over to where Chan was sitting. The leader's eyes were hooded, his gaze intense as it locked on the sub. "Kneel," Minho ordered, his voice a gentle but firm reminder of his role.

Han dropped to his knees, his heart racing. The other members watched, their curiosity piqued but none daring to interrupt.

Chan leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Han's as he pulled down his sweats to expose his cock, sighing softly. He was commando, of course he was, Han rolled his eyes mentally. "Go on," he murmured, his voice tired and calm, as if it was as simple as relaxing normally.

Han's cheeks were scarlet as he tentatively leaned forward, his mouth watering at the sight of his leader's hardness. He knew what was expected of him, didn't make it less embarrassing.

With a deep breath, he took the head of Chan's cock in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. He could feel the leader's eyes on him, watching his every move. Chan grabbed his hair pulling him off,"just keep me warm, it is in your best interest that I stay soft as long you can keep me that way, because you need to keep my entire length inside the entire time and that'll be difficult if I get hard, won't it?" He nodded.
Minho watched from the side, his own cock hardening at the sight of his sub serving another. He knew that the audience was pushing Han's limits, but the younger boy seemed to thrive on the challenge for the moment.

Chan's hand came to rest on the back of Han's head, guiding him deeper. "That's it," he groaned, his eyes half-lidded. "Just like that."

Han's eyes watered as he took more of his leader's length, his throat constricting around the thickness before relaxing. He could feel Minho's eyes on him, the warmth of his hand on his shoulder a silent message of support.

The recording session continued around them, the muffled sounds of the other members' voices a backdrop to the gradually increasing wet, suckling noises coming from their corner.

And as Han's jaw begin to hurt, his eyes never leaving Chan's, he felt the beginnings of something. As much as it felt good to serve the leader, having his entire focus on Felix and Hyunjin felt wrong, it didn't matter that they were there for the recording, and not fellow subs at the moments. But he pushed through it, driven by his need to serve, to be a good, maybe they'd reward him them.

Chan looked down and Han froze for a moment, remembering he wasn't supposed to get him hard, or start giving him a blowjob, but Chan didn't look angry but used his grip in Han's hair to start actively moving him, quickly growing to full hardness, each thrust making squelching sounds as his throat got fucked. Alternating between using Han's mouth and focusing on the recording, it took a while before Chan pushed down the entire way, Han choking as he felt warmth down his throat and nose. He coughed around the hardness before Chan pulled him off, the hand in his hair coming down to push two fingers into his mouth and massage the cum around. Han whined as he realised that Lix and Hyunjin had actually finished their session sometime and had just been lounging around for the show.

The silence was deafening as the leader tucked himself away, "Say Thank you," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress that had Han saying the words before he'd even realised and Hyunjin giggled. The sound felt wrong and Han frowned trying to figure out words to let Minho know but then he was helping him to his feet, his hand resting on the small of his back and the contact felt so good that Jisung decided that it was not really that important. "Good job, baby" he said, his voice low and proud. "You're did so well."

But as they returned to their spot in the corner, the weight of what had just happened settled on Han's shoulders. He was theirs, their toy, their sub. And as much as he loved it, he couldn't help but wonder if Hyunjin finally thought that this was all that he worth, maybe being useful like this will help them mind his stupid anxiety less? All the fight had been pre-debut and they were even friends now, but sometimes, sometimes he had doubts, about how much the others would tolerate him if not for Chan and Minho.

Minho noticed the shift in Han's demeanor and pulled him into his arms, his eyes searching the younger boy's face. "You okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Han nodded, trying to push away the swirling thoughts. "I'm fine, Sir," he murmured, his eyes on the floor. "Just tired."

Minho knew better. He kissed the top of Han's head. "You're more than just a good boy to me," he said, his voice firm. "You're my partner, yeah. You can tell me if you want to stop."

The words brought a warmth to Han's chest, easing the knot in his stomach. "I love you, hyung," he answered instead, his eyes meeting Minho's.

For the rest of the evening, he painted on a smile and pretended that the bruises on his body weren't a constant reminder of their dominance. During the interview, he laughed and joked with the other members, hiding the tremors that ran through him every time Minho's hand left his arm or Chan's attention moved away from him.

Two days later, the exhaustion and overstimulation finally caught up with him, the practice had been a mess, his attention jumping all over the place, no one had said anything, they had time before the performances but he felt like he must have had disappointed them. Han found himself alone in the empty studio, the echoes of their laughter and footsteps fading into silence. The moment the door clicked shut behind the last member, his knees buckled. He slid to the floor, his body giving out beneath the weight of his emotions. The subdrop had hit him like a ton of bricks, the high of serving his hyungs replaced by a crushing low. He felt useless, like an old toy discarded once the fun had worn off.

He leaned against the cold wall, his eyes closed as he took deep, shuddering breaths. The studio was eerily quiet, the echoes of their laughter and the thump of their dancing feet now just a memory. He could still feel the ache in his muscles, the sting of Minho's hand on his skin, the phantom stretch of his hole from three nights before.
The high of serving them had been so intense, the pain and pleasure a perfect balm for his anxiety. But now, alone in the vast space, the reality of his submission overwhelmed him. He was theirs to use, to push to his limits and then some, to discard when they were done. They must be laughing at him now, Poor I.N., who had such a pathetic hyung.

Trembling fingers sought solace in his own touch, his hand moving to his bruised thigh, tracing the marks Minho had left. He tried to focus on the pain, to draw strength from it, but all it did was make him feel even more lost. He needed them, needed their comfort, their reassurance that he was more than just their plaything.

He stumbled his way back to the dorm, hoping to find refuge in the familiar surroundings. But as soon as he opened the door, the cacophony of shouting and laughter assaulted him, the younger members caught up in a trivial argument over who had used the last of the ramen. The sound of their voices sent a shiver down his spine, and he realized that he couldn't handle the chaos. His chest tightened, his breathing shallow.

With a desperate look, he searched the room for Minho or Chan, for anyone who could offer the comfort he so desperately needed. But they were nowhere to be found, lost in their own worlds of music and laughter, headache inducing party lights jumping all over the living room. The room spun, the walls closing in, and he knew he had to get out.
"Hyung, you alright? What's wrong with you?" one of the younger members, Seungmin? asked, his voice cutting through the haze of pain and confusion. "You're so jumpy."

The words stung like a slap across the face, and Han realized he had been pacing back and forth, his hand unconsciously rubbing at the bruises on his thigh. He forced a laugh that sounded hollow even to his own ears. "It's nothing," he said, his voice a barely there whisper. "Just a little... overwhelmed."

In the background the fight grew louder, and Seungmin winced at the noise, going back to the chaos. Han could hear accusations and insults now. The noise was a cacophony. The sub's heart raced, his breaths coming faster, shallower. "C..Can you guys tone it down please?" he tried to speak up, but his voice was lost among the louder kids. The walls of the dorm closed in around him, suffocating him with their indifference to his pain.

With a strangled noise, Han bolted from the room, the door slamming behind him. The cool night air was a shock to his overheated skin, and the rain was a welcome relief. He stumbled down the street, his bare feet splashing in the puddles, the droplets mingling with his tears.

The fight over ramen had triggered something in him, something that went beyond his submissive nature, something that scraped at his soul. The loud, careless voices had pierced the delicate bubble that protected his subspace, leaving him raw and exposed.

As the rain soothed his fevered skin, Han stumbled down the street, the cold droplets mixing with his tears. He didn't know where he was going; he just needed to get away from the noise, the pain, the weight of his submission. His chest tightened, his breaths coming in gasps. His mind raced with thoughts of inadequacy, of not being enough.

And then, as if the universe had conspired to make his nightmare complete, a figure emerged from the shadows. A fan, recognizing the distinctive collar around his neck, the marks of Minho's possession on his body. The girl's eyes widened, her mouth forming an 'O' of shock. "Han-oppa... from Stray Kids?" she whispered, her voice tentative.

Han's breath hitched, his heart racing even faster. He'd forgotten about the collar, about the bruises that marked him as theirs. In his desperation to escape the dorm, he'd left his mask of normalcy behind.

The fan took a tentative step closer, her eyes wide with excitement and something else - something darker that sent a shiver down his spine. "Are...are you okay?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and awe.
Han's chest tightened even further, his thoughts racing. "I'm fine," he lied, his voice strained. "Just... out for a walk."

The girl looked at him with a mix of something that made his skin crawl. He knew that look.

"Please," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Just leave me alone."

The fan looked at him for a moment, her eyes filled with a strange mix of pity and something he couldn't quite place. Then, she nodded, stepping back. "Okay," she murmured, her voice softer now. "I won't post anything, I..I promise..."

Han's heart raced as he watched her disappear into the night, the rain washing away the last traces of her presence. He leaned against the wall of the alley, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The cold air hit his skin, his wet clothes clinging to his body like a second skin. He needed to get back, to find Minho and Chan, to crawl into bed and let the warmth of their embrace chase away the cold that had seeped into his bones.

He started to walk, the rain pounding down on him as if trying to wash away the pain. His legs felt like lead, each step a battle against the weight of his own thoughts. He was lost, not just in the unfamiliar streets but in his own mind, the lines between his public persona and his private life blurring into oblivion.

The streetlights cast a ghostly glow over the sidewalks, reflecting in the puddles that grew around him. His social anxiety, usually kept at bay by the rush of serving his hyungs, roared back to life, making his heart race with every stranger's gaze. He knew he needed to get home, but the thought of asking for help, of exposing his vulnerability to the outside world, was too much to bear.

Han's eyes scanned the buildings, looking for any familiar landmark, but they all blurred together in the rain. How far had he come? His feet ached, his legs felt like jelly, but he forced himself to keep moving, driven by the need to escape the prying eyes and the whispers that seemed to follow him. The cold rain washed over his bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his bruised flesh, a reminder of the warmth he craved from Minho and Chan.

Back in the dorm, the other members of Stray Kids had noticed Han's absence. "He must have been tired of you guys bullshit" Seungmin spoke up, both annoyed and amused. "You guys know Jisung hyung gets anxious about fighting unless he's the one doing it" Felix laughed "Hyung was real menace until Lino hyung happened, he.." the door opening cut him off, Minho and Chan, having just returned from a meeting with their manager, felt the change in the air the moment they stepped inside. "Where's my baby Hannie?" Minho asked, still taking off his jacket as Chan moved to the sofa to fall face down on it.

"He left during before," Seungmin replied, glancing at the door. "Said he needed some air?"

Minho's eyes narrowed. "Left to where? Because he wasn't at any of the studios. We checked before leaving, Chan hyung lost his phone, it was in the hoodie he had tied around his shoulder." he said finishing with a side eye directed to the leader.

Seungmin frowned, "Hyung didn't say where, I was a bit busy trying to stop these idiots from fighting over ramen to ask."

Minho's gut clenched. Something was wrong, and he knew it. He and Chan exchanged a look, their eyes filled with the same unsettled feeling. "Maybe he's in the bedroom?," Minho said, his voice unbelieving.

They split up, searching the dorm with a sense of urgency. The silence was deafening, the emptiness of the halls a stark reminder that Han was nowhere to be found. They checked the bathrooms, the balcony, even the rooftop where they sometimes went to escape the chaos. But there was no sign of their sub.

It was Minho who found it, the glow of the screen lighting up the darkened hallway to the lift. Han's phone, abandoned in his tote, the screen displaying a series of missed calls from both of them. A sinking feeling settled in his stomach as he picked it up. "Chan-hyung," he called, his voice tight with concern. "Hannie's phone is here."

Chan rushed over, his heart racing. "He didn't leave normally, did he?" Chan knew Jisung had been jittery the whole, all of them had seen the anxiety which was no one had minded the mistakes during dance practice. He and Minho had hoped Han would be showered and in bed by the time they both came home so that they could cuddle and relax a bit.
Minho took the phone, scrolling through the recent calls with a frown. "We have to find him," he said, his voice scarily blank.

Without another word, they both went out, the rain soaking them within seconds. They split up, each taking a different direction, their hearts pounding with fear and concern. They knew the streets around their dorm weren't safe at night, especially with saesangs and reporters.

Minho's eyes scanned the sidewalks, looking for any sign of the smaller figure. His heart hammered in his chest with every step, his anxiety rising with each passing moment. He called out Han's name, hoping against hope that he'd hear his voice through the downpour.

In the distance, a flicker of light caught his eye, and he sprinted towards it, his boots splashing in the puddles. There, huddled under the overhang of a convenience store, was Han, shivering and lost. He looked up as Minho approached, his pupils dilated and words slurring.

"Hyung," he whimpered, his voice barely audible over the rain.

Minho didn't waste a second. He scooped Han into his arms, holding him tightly against his chest. "You're okay, Jisungie, you scared hyung" he murmured, the warmth of his embrace enveloping the shivering sub. He could feel the tremors racking Han's body, the cold seeping from his skin.

He sent a text to Chan, who appeared out of the rain witihin minutes, his eyes scanning Han with a critical gaze. He knew that look, the one that said he was assessing the situation, trying to gauge the extent of the damage. "Let's get him inside," he said, his voice tight with worry.

They rushed back to the dorm, the warmth of the building enveloping them as they stepped inside. Minho carried Han to their room, setting him gently on the bed. The younger boy was trembling uncontrollably, his teeth chattering from the cold.

Chan's gaze took in the state of their sub, the bruises dark against his pale skin, the desperation in his eyes. He knew that look, had seen it before in the aftermath of particularly intense scenes, once when both he and Felix hadn't been given time to come down from the high gently, once when Felix had wanted Chan to have control the entire day and happily worn his collar teetering on the edge of subspace the entire day until a makeup artist had made some sexual comments. "Minho, he's dropping." Minho turned to glare at him "I fucking know!" He had hoped Minho would a bit calmer, but for now, he stay until Minho and Han both settled in.

They worked together to strip Han of his wet clothes, drying his hair, Minho fed him crackers and juice, their movements efficient and gentle. They didn't speak.

Once Han was out of his clothes, Minho pulled him into a warm embrace, his strong arms wrapping around the trembling form. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice soothing.

Han buried his face in Minho's chest, sniffling. The warmth of his hyungs' arms was a stark contrast to the cold, harsh reality he'd faced outside. He felt so small, so fragile, like he could shatter into a million pieces at any moment.

"Tell us what happened, baby," Minho coaxed, his voice a gentle caress against Han's ear.

The words were like a dam breaking, and Han's story spilled out in a rush of trembling breaths and hiccups. He talked about the fight, the noise, the overwhelming sense of not being good enough, he apologised for the dance practice, it didn't seem to calm either Dom though.
Minho and Chan listened, their expressions a mix of anger and concern. They had never wanted Han to feel like this, never wanted their scenes to cause him pain outside of the safe confines of their private space.

"It's okay, jagiya," Minho said soothingly, stroking Han's hair. "Hyungs are sorry, Hyunjin and I.N. didn't mean to trigger you, they're sorry too."
The warmth of their bodies, the safety of their touch, was like a balm to Han's soul. He clung to them, his tremors slowly subsiding. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice muffled against Minho's chest. "I just... I couldn't take it anymore. T..They were loud."

Minho's hand moved in gentle circles on his back, his voice soothing. "You don't have to be sorry," he said. "You did nothing wrong."

Chan sat beside him, his own hand reaching out to caress his wrist, "Mhm, maybe I'll get you extra ice cream and not any for those two as punishment.

Jisung laughed and Minho felt a weight lift from his chest.
Minho swallowed. He had pushed Han too far, had lost himself in the thrill of their scenes without considering how Jisung would react to others, Getting Chan involved had already been a a big decision, the others must have been too much. He felt a twinge of his own dominance slipping, a rare and unsettling experience. He was the one who was supposed to be in control, but the sight of Han's pain and fear had shaken him to his core.

Gently, Minho laid Han down on the bed, tucking the warm blankets around him. The younger boy's eyes were heavy with exhaustion and pain, his breaths finally evening out. He watched him for a moment, his heart aching at the sight of his sub's fragility. Then, he turned to Chan, the gravity of the situation etched on his features.

"I'll stay with him," Minho murmured, his voice thick with unspoken apologies. "Make sure he's okay."

But Chan was already shaking his head, his tone decided. "You go first," he said firmly. "You need to rest too."

Minho looked at him, surprised by the command in his voice. It was rare for anyone to challenge his dominance, but the look in Chan's eyes was one of unwavering determination. He knew that Han was their priority, but he couldn't deny the ache in his own chest, the doubt that gnawed at his soul. He nodded, his eyes never leaving Han's peaceful face.

As Minho lay down beside Han while Chan ran around the room picking up the wet clothes and towels, he felt the guilt wash over him like a wave. He had failed his sub, let his own needs override Han's limits. His mind replayed every moment of their scenes, searching for signs he'd missed, when he'd failed to see that Han had needed extended aftercare.

But then, a warm hand on his shoulder made him look up. It was Chan, his expression firm. "Sleep Lino yah," he said, his voice holding an unusual command. It was unlike anything Minho had heard from him before.

Minho felt a flicker of annoyance, but something in the way Chan looked at him made him pause. It was almost as if he could see the turmoil in his hyung's eyes, the doubt that was eating away at him. "But Han needs me," he protested weakly, his arms tightening around the smaller boy.

"And I need you," Chan said firmly. "But not like this. We need to be strong for him. And that means we take care of each other too."

Minho's eyes searched Chan's, and for the first time, he saw a flicker of something else in the older boy's gaze. He didn't really use his status as the leader and hyung over Minho ever, a dominance that was usually reserved for others. He felt a strange thrill race through him, his body responding in a way he hadn't expected.

"But what if I'm not enough?" he whispered, his voice cracking with the weight of his fears.

Chan leaned in, his hand squeezing Minho's shoulder reassuringly. "You are," he said with certainty. "We all have moments of doubt."

Minho closed his eyes, the warmth of Chan's touch seeping into his skin. He felt the tension in his body ease, his mind racing with thoughts of inadequacy. "But what if I can't give him what he needs? I should have known, I shouldn't have left him alone at the studio either."

Chan's voice grew harder. "You will," he said with conviction. "Because you care for him, and that's what makes you a good dom. But right now, you need to rest. You need to be there for him tomorrow, just as you are today."

The words pierced through Minho's fog of doubt, his body responding to the firmness in Chan's tone. He felt the urge to argue, to protest, but something held him back. It was as if a part of him recognized the truth in those words, a part that had been buried under the guilt and the fear.

He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day's events settle on his shoulders. With a nod, he allowed himself to be guided to the bed, his body heavy with exhaustion. But as he lay down, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Despite the warmth of the blankets and the comfort of his hyung's presence, he felt cold and empty.

Chan watched him for a moment, his eyes filled with a strange mix of concern and something else - something Minho couldn't quite define. Then, without a word, he climbed into bed beside him, pulling the younger boy into his arms.

"Rest now," he murmured, his voice a gentle command. "We'll face tomorrow together."

Minho wanted to argue, to push away the affection that was being offered to him. But the warmth of Chan's embrace was too much to resist. He felt his body relax, the tension draining from his muscles. And for the first time in hours, he allowed himself to close his eyes, to let go of the fear and the doubt.

The sound of the rain outside grew fainter, the world outside their bubble of warmth a distant memory. His thoughts swirled in a whirlwind of regret and determination, but as the moments ticked by, the soft whispers of comfort from Chan and Jisung's content snores lulled him into a fitful sleep.

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They woke up to the harsh light of morning, the curtains not drawn yet, the sun peeking through the blinds, casting stripes on the floor. Jisung was nestled in between them, his collar still around his neck, a silent reminder of the night before. Minho had an arm resting across Jisung's waist, his fingertips brushing against Chan's hoodie.
They both looked peaceful like this, especially Jisung, like he hadn't dropped because Minho had been too stupid to realise that between getting overstimulated and having an audience while serving another Dom for the first time, he'd need a lot of extra aftercare, especially when comeback had his anxiety higher than normal.

He watched him scrunch his nose cutely in response to Chan's head lolling to the side and landing on Jisung's forehead, Chan's frizzy hair tickling his nose.

And Chan, God. he was going to be so angry, he had warned them both to be careful when he'd caught Minho with his hand around Jisung's throat and a thigh between his legs, Jisung had continued to rut against him for a few seconds before realising Minho had been looking somewhere else and immediately pushing Minho away shrieking "C..Channie hyung!" into his ear.

Chan had just laughed awkwardly and later sent Minho few 'Beginner's guide to BDSM' type of links and a single "I love you both, but be careful."

Jisung later told him that Chan had sent him a text too, "You should talk to Felix, saranghae Jisungie."
And wasn't that a surprise, or was it? Because Chan had always been great at keeping things under the wraps until forced to talk to everyone else, and apparently Chan hadn't felt the need to tell the members that Him and Felix were a 'thing'. A 'thing' as in a 24x7 Master/pet relationship, which in Minho's opinion didn't sound like just a 'thing'.

Even Hyunjin had the decency to just casually announce at the breakfast table that Changbin gave great blowjobs, letting everyone know that they had fucked and leaving Seungmin cursing and I.N. cackling maniacally.

But at least Chan knew what he'd been doing, never had Felix looked like Jisung had last night after spending a night in Chan's room. Minho, he'd used Jisung until he'd felt exactly that and dropped.
Left him feeling unwanted and dirty and alone, like Hyunjin's one night stands who used to leave him covered in their messes in the hotel and club backrooms when they'd finished their fantasies of ever getting someone as gorgeous as Hyunjin under them.

Chan had put a ban to that after that one time when Hyunjin had called at 2 a.m. asking one of them to come with a change of clothes, drunk and crying that the asshole for the night had apparently taken his shirt and underwear when leaving. The clothes had turned up on an auction site three days later and Hyunjin had refused to come out for the entire day until Felix and Changbin had managed to talk to him.

So yes, Chan always knew what he was doing and never intervened, until he felt the need to. Maybe he'd put a stop to him and Jisung this time.
He'd deserve it, maybe Chan would agree to take Jisung under his care too, he was a good Dom, wasn't he? Unlike Minho, and he didn't resent him for it.

He reached forward and grabbed the corner of Chan's hoodie that had been brushing his fingers, wishing he'd wake up. Wake and tell him that he wasn't a bad Dom to Jisung, lie to him for once before taking Jisung away.
Minho blinked the tear out of his eye and found a pair of eyes looking back. "Minho-yah. Are you okay?" Chan asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"Jisung dropped last night," he said, his voice a whisper.

Chan's brows furrowed a bit. He carefully untangled himself from Jisung, the younger man's sleepy whine of protest music to Minho's ears. "He did, but he'll be okay now I think." he assured, taking Minho's hand from his hoodie. "It was a combination of things like he said, but I'd still like to talk to the two of later."

Minho nodded, swallowed thickly. "I'll... I'll tell him, hyung." He didn't look up, his eyes focused on their joined hands, the stark contrast between his fair skin and the tanned warmth of Chan's.

But what if that's what Chan wanted to talk about? For them to stop? His stomach twisted into a tight knot. Jisung was his responsibility, he'd claimed him, and he'd failed. The fear grew into a monster in his chest, squeezing the air from his lungs. He didn't want to lose Jisung.

Chan could see Minho trying to pick up courage to say something, which was concerning because Minho, just like Seungmin was way too blunt, they were both never cruel, but they also never felt the need to be concerned about awkwardness, or others perceptions. He let Minho gather his words.

"Hyung," Minho began, his voice shaky. "I know I shouldn't have pushed him, but..." He stopped, looking for the words.

Chan squeezed his hand gently, his eyes understanding. "Yes?"

Minho took a deep breath, trying to push down the dread bubbling up within him. "I know I shouldn't have... I just didn't know, I swear." His voice cracked, the guilt heavy in his tone. "Hyung, can't you give us one more chance? I'll make sure this doesn't affect any group activities anymore, I know you fought with the manager to get today off, but I promise it won't happen again, if Jisung still wants, will you give me another chance? P..Please?"

Chan studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable. "I know you didn't mean to, Minho," he said soothingly, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of Minho's hand. "But we need to make sure it doesn't happen again. We'll talk to him when he wakes up, okay?"

Minho nodded, but the dread didn't leave, because Chan's answer was still a non-answer. Maybe he just wanted Jisung to be there too when made his announcement of doom.

A few moments later, Jisung stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked a few times, taking in his surroundings, and when he saw Minho's tense, his smile faded. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice sleep-laden and concerned.

Minho's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know how to act normally with the weight of his guilt pressing down on him. He forced a smile, but it felt brittle, like it could shatter at any moment. "Nothing," he lied, trying to keep his voice light. "Just... thinking."

Jisung's eyes searched his, a hint of wariness in them. He sat up slowly, the collar still around his neck, and reached out to touch Minho's cheek. "You're lying," he murmured, his thumb brushing against Minho's stubble. "What's wrong? Channie hyung, what happened?" he turned to Chan.

Chan sighed, sitting up and letting go of Minho's hand. "Minho's worried about what happened last night," he said gently. "And so am I. And I think we should talk, but after breakfast."

Jisung nodded, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "Okay," he said, leaning into the touch. "But I'm fine, really."

Chan stood up from the bed, stretching his arms and back, the fabric of his shirt pulling tight over his muscles. "We'll talk after breakfast," he repeated firmly. "Now, Minho can be a good boy and go make some food for us." He looked at Jisung as if sharing a great joke which made him laugh, Minho hated listening to others, he was the kind who would do the opposite of exactly what was requested, unless it was him. But that was just him having a soft spot for Han, which wasn't really a surprise anymore.

Minho stood off the bed, rolling his eyes but moving to the kitchen all the same "Fuck off hyung."

The kitchen was a mess from last night's dinner prep, pans and bowls were scattered everywhere, the floor sticky with sauce. This was why he never let any of the others cook, but it still let him care for Jisung, so he couldn't complain.

He tried to remember what Jisung liked to eat, pancakes? Omelets? He decided to go for something simple, eggs and toast.

Minho's thoughts were scattered like the ingredients on the counter as he cracked eggs into the sizzling pan. But then he heard Chan and Jisung coming down the stairs, apparently done with shower.
Panic set in, his hands shaking as he tried to flip the last omelette, not wanting to make his Hannie wait for food. But the egg wasn't done yet, and fuck, he hadn't even started on the toast.
He'd also hoped to set a kettle for the coffee for Chan, but that was just like him wasn't it, reaching for things more than he deserved.

He heard footsteps closer now, Jisung humming a little tune, and without thinking, he reached for the hot pan handle without a mitt. His skin sizzled, and he bit back a curse, the pain shooting up his arm.

"Minho-hyung!" Jisung's voice was a concerned squeak. "What happened?" He rushed over, eyes wide with worry.

Minho cursed under his breath, shaking his hand out, the smell of burnt skin making him nauseous. "It's nothing," he said, trying to keep his voice calm, not wanting to ruin the mood any further. "I just grabbed the pan without a mitt. But I'm done with the breakfast! Just sit down, it's ready, almost..."

He slid the omelette onto a plate, the perfect circle of egg a stark contrast to his shaking hand. The toast popped up, and he hastily spread butter and jam before placing it next to the eggs. He didn't dare to look at Chan, knowing the older man's sharp eyes would see right through him.

Chan's footsteps grew closer, and Minho could feel his stare boring into his back. "Minho," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "You need to be more careful."

Minho gritted his teeth, turning to face them both. "I know," he snapped, the pain in his hand forgotten amidst the rising tension. "I'm not a fucking child, I can handle a kitchen."

Chan raised an eyebrow at him, his gaze unwavering. "That's not what I meant, and you know it." Minho was lashing out, which meant he was scared, or hurt, and Chan wanted to figure out which one was it.

He stepped closer, taking in the blush creeping up Minho's neck, the way he couldn't meet his eyes. "What's wrong, Lino?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Is it about last night?"

Minho nodded, his eyes blank. "I'm sorry," he murmured, clenching his jaw. "I didn't mean to... I just didn't know."

Jisung stepped in, his eyes darting between the two of them, trying to understand the tension. "Hyung," he said, placing a gentle hand on Minho's arm. "You're hurt."

Minho looked down at his hand, the burn now a painful reminder of his own carelessness. "It's fine," he said, trying to shrug it off. "It's just a burn."

But Jisung wasn't letting it go that easily. He took Minho's hand gently, inspecting the reddened skin. "You need to put something on it," he said, his voice firm despite the worry in his eyes.

Minho sighed, his shoulders dropping. "Lemme just hold it under running water, Chan hyung please set the table, Jisung go sit down."

He turned on the faucet and held his hand under the cool stream, hissing as the water hit his burnt skin. It stung, but it was a familiar pain, one that grounded him in reality. He'd done worse to himself in the past, but with Jisung looking at him like that, he didn't want to make it any bigger deal than it already was.

They sat down at the table, the tair tense again. Jisung took his usual spot, beside Minho, while Chan took the his, at the head of the table, "Let's eat!" he said.

Minho took a bite of the eggs, trying to ignore the stinging in his hand as he held the fork with it. He couldn't help but feel like he didn't deserve the food, like he was an intruder in this peaceful morning routine. The eggs were perfect, just the way Jisung liked them, fluffy and lightly seasoned. But the taste was like ash in his mouth.

He watched as Jisung ate his breakfast with gusto, his cheeks pink from the shower and his eyes shining with excitement for the day ahead. Minho couldn't bring himself to swallow more than a few bites, the knot in his stomach growing tighter with every chew. The silence between them was palpable, only broken by the clink of silverware against porcelain.

Finally, unable to bear it anymore, Minho set his fork down and took a deep breath. "Hyung," he began, his voice low and serious. "I know I messed up last night."

Chan's eyes narrowed slightly, watching Minho closely. "And?"

Minho took a deep breath, the words sticking in his throat. "I think... I need to be punished," he whispered, his gaze dropping to his plate.

Jisung's fork clattered to the table, his eyes wide with shock. "What? No, hyung, you don't need to—"

Chan cut him off, "Why do you think you need to be punished?"

Minho's eyes searched for the right words to try and convince him. "Because I hurt him? And I didn't even know. And what if he's scared of me. And I can't... I can't do that to him again."

Chan shook his head, "Yeah, that's a good reason but that's not all is it?"

Minho started rising up from the table, his half eaten toast still on plate, "What do you mean?"

"Han-ah, can Minho and I talk? Alone? Will you back to my bedroom and clean it up a bit please, and take a few bottles of water up?" Chan said, his voice calm and measured.

Jisung nodded, looking slightly confused but also relieved to leave the tension in the kitchen. He grabbed the bottles and headed back upstairs, weirdly assured of everything ending up okay.

Once they were alone, Chan leaned back in his chair, surprisingly casual, as if discussing and regular interview or dance practice. "What are you really afraid of, Minho?"

Minho's heart hammered in his chest, but he tried to keep his face blank. "Why are you pretending like everything is going to be okay between me and Han?" He took a sharp breath, feeling anger at Chan, "If you want to say something you could have just done so, instead of sending him up and making him fucking wait for me, hoping we'd talk and solve everything."

Chan's gaze never wavered. "What's the worst that could happen if we talk, Minho?" He asked calmly, his voice soothing.

Minho's eyes narrowed in anger. "The worst? The worst would be you telling us to stop seeing each other!" He practically spat out, his voice rising in volume. "Jisung is mine, I claimed him, and you can't just take him away because you think I'm a shit Dom!"

Chan's expression changed to confusion. "What? Why do you think I'd do that?!"

Minho's anger deflated as quickly as it had come, his shoulders slumping. "I don't know," he mumbled, his eyes dropping to the table. "I just... I don't know what you're planning to say to us. And after what happened last night...hyung, you made Changbin and Hyunjin stop..."

Chan leaned forward, his expression softening. "I didn't make them stop, Minho. They chose to because they needed to fix some habits." He paused, letting the words sink in.
"But we're not here to talk about them, we're here to talk about you and Hannie, you both aren't just fucking because its convenient, you like each other, this is different. I, I have no authority as a leader to make you two break up, and I only joined in your scene as guest, didn't I? Jisung is your sub and he'll remain so, as long as he forgives you for any mistakes, which he already did."

"Then what did you mean when you said you wanted to talk?" Minho said calmly, his voice blank once again.

Chan took a deep breath, "I just wanted to make sure that both of you were aware that this isn't just a playful kink anymore, and that it could have severe consequences for either of you if not done properly. And maybe just talk about safewords and stuff with Jisung because I believe he should have at least hit us with a 'Yellow' back in the studio."

Minho nodded, the guilt still heavy in his chest. "I know," he said, his voice quieter. But it was my job to take note of it too." "You did" Chris cut him off. "And he said it was fine. So it is just a matter of communication, and...and it'd really sooth my mind if, if I could just see you two do it, communicate, I mean. I mean, it's my job as a leader, to ensure you're all being safe, and yeah..."
Minho smiled when Chan looked up it him again, "Hyung, you're rambling."
Chan laughed awkwardly. "Ah, I am, aren't I?"

"But you're right," Minho said after a moment. "We need to talk. And I want to be punished." The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, "Punishments help with the guilt, don't they?"

Chan raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "Punishment isn't just about guilt relief, Minho. It's about learning and growing. But yes if want you could do it, as long as you tell Jisung the real reason why his Sir being punished. He's still your sub, and it can be confusing for a sub to punish their Doms."

Minho sighed threaterically, "You're so annoying hyung, I'll tell Hannie, but it isn't him I want the punishment from" he said rising from the sofa and moving to the stairs. "Hurry up, limited period offer" he teased.

Chan just rolled his eyes and followed him upstairs, "You're insufferable sometimes, you know that?"

Minho stopped at the door of the bedroom, his hand on the knob, "Only sometimes?" He smirked, trying to lighten the mood.

Chan chuckled, shaking his head. "Only when you're being a brat."

Minho flushed at being called a brat, which Chan found interesting. He opened the door to find Jisung, wearing only a pair of loose sweatpants and a t-shirt, his hair still damp from the shower, diligently cleaning the bedroom. He looked up when he heard them approach, his eyes questioning.

Minho stepped inside, his heart racing. "Hyung wants to talk to us about...stuff," he said, his voice trailing off. Jisung's eyes grew wide, but he nodded, setting aside the cleaning supplies and sitting on the bed.

Chan closed the door behind them, his expression turning serious. "First things first," he said, sitting next to Jisung. "How are you feeling, Jisung?"

Jisung looked up at him, his eyes wide and innocent. "I'm okay," he murmured. "I just...I don't understand what happened."

Minho sat beside him, his heart feeling heavier than ever. "I didn't realize the studio was pushing you too hard after the previous day," he admitted, his voice low and filled with regret. "I'm sorry, Hannie."

Jisung's eyes searched Minho's, looking for the truth behind his words. "But you knew I was tired," he said, his voice a mix of confusion and accusation. "Why didn't you stop?"

Minho took a deep breath, his chest tight with guilt. "I should have," he admitted. "But I asked, and you said you were fine, so I just accepted it."

Chan nodded, his gaze shifting from one to the other. "Communication is key in any relationship, especially in a D/s dynamic," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "And sometimes, you need to know when to push and when to pull back. As your Dom, Minho should have realised that two scenes one after another with so many new variables was risky, but you should have said what you were feeling too. Minho is your Dom, but he isn't God, is he? It works with efforts and honesty with both of you. I've made mistakes too, but as long as you learn from them, it's all good."

Jisung nodded, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "I just didn't want to disappoint you, hyung," he murmured, looking down at his lap.

Minho's eyes softened, reaching over to squeeze Jisung's knee. "You could never disappoint me," he said, his voice earnest. "But we both need to be more honest with each other."

"This hurts both of you, you know? Yeah, Jisung dropped, but so did you Minho, or almost did I guess." Chan said tiredly.

Minho raised an eyebrow while Jisung's mouth dropped open, "Hyung dropped? How?"

Chan sighed, "It's not just the physical aspect, that flood of guilt you were drowning in Minho-yah, that was very close to a Dom drop, and yes, Doms can drop too."

Minho nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation, "I never knew it could affect me like that, I guess I've never had anyone to take care of me after a scene."

"Well, that's what aftercare is for," Chan said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's as much for the Dom as it is for the sub."

Minho nodded, feeling like he'd just been handed a manual for a game he'd been playing on hard mode without knowing the controls. Chan just fell on his back onto the mattress, "Now, I don't know about the two of you, but I'm already tired. What do we think about a nap?"

Jisung's eyes lit up, and Minho couldn't help but chuckle at the sudden shift in mood. He lay down beside Jisung, his hand reaching out to squeeze his thigh. "Nap sounds good,"

But before anyone could move, there was a knock at the door, and Felix popped his head in, his eyes scanning the room before landing on the three of them. "Oh, hi Channie hyung, Jisung, hi Minho hyung!" "sorry, I didn't know you were all busy," he said, his voice deep having just woken up.

"Lixie, when did you go to bed last night?" Chan asked, his voice suddenly serious.

Felix's eyes widened slightly before he chuckled nervously, "Ah, I had some things to do," he said, his cheeks darkening.

"You know you have a bedtime for a reason..." Chan said, his voice holding a hint of reprimand.

Felix looked slightly taken aback. "I know, I know," he said quickly. "I...I just wanted to talk to Stay."

Chan's gaze remained unchanged, his eyes piercing into Felix's soul and making him whine.

"Come here," he ordered, his voice firm but not unkind.

Felix looked at him with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, his eyes darting to Jisung and Minho. "What?"

"You know the rules," Chan said, his voice a low growl. "No phone after curfew." "You don't even know I was using my phone!" Felix whined. "So you weren't sending memes to the maknae group chat, at 4 a.m.?" Chan asked blankly.

Felix squirmed under his gaze, his eyes darting around the room. "Fine, I was," he mumbled. "But it's just a little thing, right?"

Chan's expression didn't waver. "You know the rules, Lixie," he said firmly. "Now come here."

Felix reluctantly padded over to the bed, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear. He stopped at the edge of the bed, looking at the floor. "I'm sorry Daddy..." he whispered, his voice quivering slightly, as Jisung and Minho watched.

Chan sat up, his expression stern. "You know what happens when you break the rules," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. He reached out and took hold of the back of Felix's neck, his grip firm but gentle. "Bend over the bed," he instructed.

Felix swallowed hard, his heart racing. He knew this was coming, but the anticipation was always nerve-wracking. He leaned over the bed, facing Minho and Jisung.

Chan stood up from the bed, walking over to his bag at the corner of the room. He pulled out a small wooden paddle, one they had used many times before for such occasions. The sight of it made Felix's stomach twist with excitement and dread.

"Count them," Chan said, his voice low and serious as he positioned himself behind Felix.

Felix took a deep breath and nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he waited for the first smack. "One, Daddy, Lixie is sorry." he murmured as the paddle made contact with his ass. The sting was sharp and immediate.

Minho watched with a mix of fascination and trepidation, his own punishment still fresh in his mind. He knew he needed to learn from this, to understand the dynamics better. Jisung's gaze was more focused, his mind racing with thoughts of the night before.

The second smack landed, and Felix yelped, "Two Daddy!" He bit his lip, the sting radiating through his body. His legs were trembling slightly, but he held his position, not wanting to displease Bang Chan.

Chan raised the paddle again, bringing it down swiftly for the third time. "Three!" Felix's voice was louder this time, the pain building up. His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was uneven, but he remained obedient.

With each smack, the tension in the room grew thicker, the sound echoing off the walls. Minho felt his own stomach twist with a mix of arousal and anxiety, watching the scene unfold. Jisung, on the other hand, remained still, his eyes glued to the sight of Felix's reddening skin.

Felix's fourth count was quieter, the sting now a constant throb. He knew he'd be feeling this for hours, but the thought of disappointing Chan was far worse than the physical pain. "Ten, Daddy," he murmured, his voice shaking slightly.

Chan paused, his hand hovering over the paddle. "Look at me," he said, his voice softer now.

Felix opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Minho's for a brief moment before dropping to the floor. "Daddy," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Minho felt his own cock twitch in his pants, the power dynamic playing out before him was something he'd read about but never witnessed firsthand. It was... intoxicating.

Felix's eyes searched across Minho's and Jisung's, whining when he saw them both both focused on him. "Daddy, they're watching.." he whispered again, his voice a pleading whine.

But Chan was unfazed. He knew the presence of the others would make this more of a lesson than a simple punishment. "They're here to learn, just as you are, Lixie, next time this happens it'll happen in the living room." he said, his tone firm. "Now, take your punishment like a good boy."

Felix gulped, his heart racing. He'd never had an audience before, and the thought of it was...exciting. He nodded, biting his lip as he awaited the next smack.

The next smack landed, and he couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips. It hurt, but it was also...good. He felt a warmth spread through him, a mix of pain and pleasure that was uniquely his own. "Eleven, Daddy," he gasped out, his voice shakier than before.

Minho noticed the change in Felix's demeanor, the way his body tensed and his breathing grew shallower with each strike. He could see the arousal building in the younger boy's eyes, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of red. It was mesmerizing, watching someone else's punishment turn into something more.

Felix's count grew more erratic as the smacks grew in intensity. "Thir-fourteen-Daddy-no, fif-fif-" he stuttered, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure. His cock was straining against his sweatpants, and he couldn't help but rock his hips slightly, seeking relief.

Minho's gaze was glued to the scene before him, his own thoughts racing. He had never seen this side of Chan before, and it was...intriguing. He glanced over at Jisung, whose eyes were wide with a mix of shock and arousal.

The final smack landed, and Felix's body jerked. "Twenty, Daddy," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. The paddle fell to the floor with a clatter, and Chan's hand smoothed over his reddened skin, his touch gentle and soothing.

"Good boy," he murmured, his voice filled with pride. "Now, tell me, do you understand why you're being punished?"

Felix nodded, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Yes, Daddy," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Lixie broke the rules."

"And what happens when you break the rules?" Chan prompted, his voice gentle but firm.

"Lixie gets punished," Felix murmured, his body still trembling slightly.

Chan nodded, his grip on the back of Felix's neck tightening briefly before releasing him. "You're a good boy for taking your punishment," he said, his voice filled with warmth. He bent down and kissed the top of his head before moving to sit back down on the bed. Now let's see, did the punishment make you leak?"
He smirked, referring to the way submissive's body reacts to pain and pleasure. "Do you feel in heat?"

Felix nodded, his breathing ragged as he stood up and turned around, his sweatpants tenting obscenely. "Yes, Daddy," he whispered, his eyes shining with desire.

"Well, I can't see across the fabric pet." Chan said, his voice amused.

Felix's cheeks turned a darker shade of red, but he obeyed, sliding his sweatpants down. His cock was indeed leaking precum, and his body was visibly aroused despite the pain he'd just endured.

Minho couldn't help but stare at the display before him. Jisung, on the other hand, looked away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Chan chuckled meanly, "Well your cocklet is definitely leaking, but I bet your hole isn't wet enough?"

Felix's eyes widened as he nodded, his cheeks flaming red. "It's not, Daddy," he murmured, his voice low and needy. Chan always did this, pretended his asshole could self lubricate like a cunt, it was humiliating and Felix loved it.

"You know what that means, don't you?" Chan asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Felix's breath hitched. "Daddy...no, please..." he whimpered, his legs trembling.

"Oh, Lixie," Chan said with a sigh, his eyes filled with mock disappointment. "What did I tell you about begging?"

Felix's eyes dropped to the floor, his cheeks burning. "That pets take what their Masters want, only mouthy breeding bitches try to make demands..." he murmured embarrassed.

Chan's smirk grew wider. "That's right," he said, "And is Lixie a breeding bitch? Do I need to tie you to a breeding bench and leave your hole open to herd of bulls?" he threatened.

Felix's eyes went wide with horror and arousal. "No, Daddy," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I'll be good, I promise."

Chan leaned back against dresser, his eyes never leaving the younger boy. "Good," he said, his voice a low purr. "Now, present."

Felix's eyes snapped up to Jisung and Minho, still leaning against the headboard in front of him. He knew that the could only see his ack and just the curve at the top of his asscheeks, but it didn't make it feel less exposed.
He stepped closer to the bed, his trembling legs carrying him to do Chan's bidding. He turned around, bending over and spreading his legs apart, presenting his ass to them all.

Chan tutted "Present your hole with your hands Lixie, Point me to where you need to get slick." he said as he walked back, with a big bottle of clear lube in his hand.

Felix face went redder than the the cheeks he pulled apart with his fingers, exposing the tight pink furl to Chan.
"H..Here, Daddy, It's supposed to leak from here." Felix said as he winked his hole.

But Chan had other plans, a smirk playing on his lips as he unscrewed the cap of the lube bottle. He squeezed out a generous amount onto the tip of the nozzle. "Hold still," he said, his voice a low rumble of amusement.

Felix's eyes went wide as he felt the cold pressure of the plastic against his tight hole.

"Wha-what are you doing?" he squeaked, his voice betraying his surprise.

Chan just chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "What does it look like I'm doing, pet?" he said, his voice low and teasing as he began to push the nozzle into Felix's tight hole.

Felix gasped, his eyes watering as he felt the cold, slippery liquid being pushed into him. It was an odd sensation, one that was both humiliating and incredibly arousing. "Daddy...Chan-hyung..." he murmured, his voice strained.

Chan's chuckle was the only response as he continued to squeeze the bottle harder, filling him up until he was sure that Felix's tight channel couldn't take any more. "Such a good boy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Felix whined, his body shaking as he felt the uncomfortable pressure build inside him. "Daddy, it's too much, everything feels slippery inside" he complained, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Chan just chuckled, his hand steady as he pushed the plug in. "That's the point, Lixie," he said, his voice a low purr. "You need to be nice and ready for whenever Daddy wants to breed you."

Felix's eyes squeezed shut as he felt the plug push past the final resistance of his muscles, seating itself deep inside him. He whined into the pillow, his body trembling with a mix of embarrassment and need. The coldness of the plastic was a stark contrast to the warmth that was quickly building within him.

"So, what's in your hole Lixie, tell me." Chan asked, while pulling Felix's sweatpants back over his ass.

Felix's voice was muffled by the pillow, but he managed to murmur, "It's slick, Daddy. Because I'm in heat."

Minho and Jisung couldn't help but stare at the roleplay before them. Minho felt a new wave of guilt wash over him as he realized how much he didn't know about BDSM dynamics and aftercare. Chan had done everything he need to, made Felix feel exposed and punished him, but hadn't actually let them see anything apart from from his face at all, just cleverly used their positions and his words to put the idea in their heads.

"Good pet, now, go, drink some water and get your remaining hours of sleep, I'll be right there." Chan ordered, his eyes not leaving Felix.

Felix nodded, his legs unsteady as he walked out of the room, the lube making a squelching noise with every step he took.

"And you two, nothing happens until I come back, clear? Just rest, and we'll see about your punishment later Minho yah." Chan said, leaving them to their cacophony of thoughts.

Minho looked at Jisung, the tension between them palpable. "Are you okay with this?" he asked, his voice low and filled with concern.

Jisung took a deep breath, his eyes still wide from the scene they'd just witnessed. "It's...different," he admitted. "But if it's what makes them happy..."
Minho nodded, "Yeah, not everybody has the same dynamic, but that was fun to watch, not fun that I'm uncomfortably hard now though. I wonder if we'll need to buy lube in bulk now..."

Jisung laughed out loud, the awkwardness dissipating, "That's what you're thinking? That we'll need lube in bulk? Hyung, you're so weird." He leaned into Minho, his body seeking comfort. "Let's sleep? It's almost 11 I think, we can wake up around lunchtime." he mumbled, his voice tired again.

Minho nodded, pulling Jisung closer and lying down beside him. They lay in silence for a few minutes, Felix's whimpers and Chan's words playing out in their minds, Chan's words had been humiliating, and Minho loved it. Jisung felt his body relax slightly, the warmth of Minho beside him offering a sense of security he hadn't realized he'd needed. They didn't immediately fall asleep, Jisung scrolled through Youtube while Minho spent time editing pictures of his cats to post on SNS, until he yawned, at which point Jisung just snatched his phone and dropped them both on the bedside and cuddled up to him, Minho grumbled for a few seconds, but he also pulled Jisung closer, so he ignored Minho's Gollum tendencies for the next 2 hours.

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The sound of a door opening woke them up, and they both looked up to see Chan standing there with a tray of food. The smell of grilled cheese and ramen wafted into the room, making their stomachs rumble.
"Lunchtime," Chan announced, his voice a mix of amusement and firmness.

Jisung sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Thank you, hyung," he said, his voice still groggy with sleep. While Chan came and sat down on the bed, the tray placed in the centre, Minho grumbled at having to wake up "Chan hyung cooked? Is my kitchen still standing?"

Chan was calm until he place the tray on the bed for Jisung to dig in while he sat by Minho and started running his fingers through his hair.

And then he suddenly tightened his hand into a fist, pulling Minho's head back by his hair until he was forced to look up at him. "Being ungrateful Minho-yah?" he snapped, his eyes flashing with amusement.

Minho's eyes widened at a jolt of fear and excitement rushing through his body. He knew that look in Chan's eyes, it was the same one he got when he was about to punish Jisung. A little bit of anger and a lot of amusement. "Yah! Bang Chan, I was just kidding!," he said quickly, trying to sit up. Chan's eyes narrowed. "Chan? Just Chan? Not just ungrateful but mannerless too?" Chan said, shaking him by his hold on his hair.

Jisung froze mid-reach for the food, confused about Chan talking to Minho like that. Oh, was this about Minho's punishment? Perhaps?

Minho's breath hitched as he felt the pain from Chan's grip. He wanted to argue. He would have argued, but this was about his mistakes. Chan was doing this for his benefit instead of a normal scene and he really was sorry about the way he'd handled Jisung's aftercare. So he conceded, "I'm sorry, hyung," he murmured, his eyes locked on Chan's letting him know that he was okay with Chan taking the reign for his punishment. He wasn't submitting, he didn't submit, but he could accept his wrongdoings and be grateful for Chan's help all the same.

Chan's eyes searched Minho's, looking for the truth in his words. Finally, he let go, a smug smile playing on his lips. "That's more like it," he said, patting Minho's head like he was a naughty child who'd finally admitted their mistakes. "Now, let's eat."

While they ate, Jisung couldn't help but speak up, "Chan hyung, can we talk about your and Felix's dynamic?" he asked, his voice tentative.

Chan looked up from his plate, his expression thoughtful. "What would you like to know?"

Jisung took a deep breath, his appetite momentarily forgotten. "I just...I don't understand," he began, his eyes flicking over to Minho, who was watching him with curiosity. "How can you be so...strict with him, but still be okay with it? He didn't mind? You talking that way with him in front of us? You guys are so chill outside, I didn't even imagine..."

Chan chewed thoughtfully on a piece of cabbage before swallowing. "Lixie and I have an understanding, he doesn't necessarily need this, but he likes it if he has the chance. We both have had sex with other people too, and though I don't enjoy anything without a dynamic, you guys know Felix had girlfriends with whom he had totally vanilla relationships" he said.
"As for the exhibitionism, you know Felix trusts easily. Anything I say in scene doesn't affect the fact that he knows that everyone loves him. Although he used to be a bit shy, Hyunjin really helped him with that. Was he embarrassed that you guys heard the way I talk to him when we play? Yes. In fact he was all up in arms, all flushed when I went back to his room" Chan laughed, "but then I asked him if had wanted to safeword and he refused. He likes knowing that he can be as needy as he wants and the members would still respect him as a bandmate and dongsaeng outside the bedroom. He doesn't mind the embarrassment, but slut shaming is a hard limit for him" and then Chan laughed again "But considering all of us, except the maknaes yet, are deviants, it'd be hypocritical to slut shame anyone, yeah?"

Minho nodded, as did Jisung, his cheeks full of noodles. "So you guys have a Master-pet dynamic?" Minho asked.

"Mm," Chan said, taking a sip of his tea. "But it's not just that. It's a mix of Daddy Dom/Little boy as well, which is why we have the pet play aspect." He explained, watching them both closely to gauge their reactions. "Felix enjoys being pampered and taken care of, and I enjoy providing that for him, but he also enjoys being a brat occasionally and getting punished. But he likes to be good mostly, he's like Jisung that way."

They ate in silence for a while, Chan often nudging pieces into Jisung's and Minho's mouths. Minho tried to take it from him for the first few times, but Chan simply held in front of his mouth until he opened.

"Will you explain what your dynamic looks like?" Chan asked them both after a few minutes, turning to Han first.

Han blushed, his eyes darting down to the bed. "Well, we don't really have one," he admitted. "It's just me and Minho...I mean, we just...do stuff."

Minho sighed, setting down his fork. "Jisungie, don't explain in halves." "We don't really roleplay like you and Felix do hyung, I noticed he liked it when I took charge so we just started doing it, and I looked up some things, from your links and Jisung and I found we liked the title 'Sir' for me and he just liked any range of petnames, and we have just been exploring from there."

Chan nodded, understanding. "That's okay. Everyone starts somewhere," he said, his voice gentle. "Did you guys discuss any hard or soft limits?"

Minho looked at Jisung, his expression a mix of uncertainty. "We kind of...figured it out as we went?"

Jisung nodded, his cheeks reddening further. "Yeah, I just ask if I wanna try something new and Hyung does it, we've safewords and we can stop the scene if we don't like it....we don't do anything too deep if it's the first time and so far we've liked almost everything, just more or less."

Chan raised an eyebrow at Minho, his gaze focused. "Is that true, Minho?"

"Well, I mean, we've talked about what we're comfortable with," he said, his voice a little defensive. "And, we tried switching, but we both hated it, so there's that, that's a hard limit of ours I guess?"

Jisung nodded, looking at his Minho for reassurance. "Yeah, we figured it out quickly that I liked serving and he liked leading, we don't need the fancy titles or roleplay, we just like it simple."

"It's important to find what works for you both," Chan said. "But it's also crucial to communicate and set boundaries." He picked up a piece of grilled cheese and held it to Minho's mouth. "You both had been lucky so far, but I guess the studio helped Jisung discover a limit, didn't it Hannie?."

Jisung nodded, his eyes dropping to the food. "Yeah, I didn't like Felix and Hyunjin there, I know they weren't judging me, but they weren't actively interacting with me and my brain started making up things. It felt like they were maybe gossiping about me? And Chan hyung focused on them because we were recording so...yeah." He took a bite of the cheese, his teeth sinking into the crispy bread with a crunch.

"It's normal to feel uncomfortable in new situations, especially when you're still figuring out your boundaries," Chan said, his voice soothing. "But Han-ah, you should have stopped us if it felt wrong. Minho trusted you to use your safewords and so did I. We could have prevented this."

Jisung blinked, his eyes wide with realization. "I didn't even think of it," he huffed with laughter. "I just...Disliking Jinnie and Felix felt stupid, they're friends, I thought I'd get over it."

Chan leaned over and kissed his forehead. "You don't have to get over anything that makes you uncomfortable," he said firmly. "You feel what you feel for a reason."

They cleared out the cutlery and plates, the clinking of the silverware against the tray echoing through the quiet room. Minho felt the tension ease slightly, the weight of their conversation lingering in the air. He took a deep breath, trying to push aside his thoughts of the previous night and focus on the present.

"Alright, enough talk," Chan said, his tone playful yet commanding. "I want to see some action now. Jisungie, give your Sir a kiss?"

Minho's heart skipped a beat as he watched Jisung's eyes widen before he leaned in, his pink lips brushing against Minho's. It was a gentle kiss, filled with the warmth and comfort that had become a staple of their relationship. Jisung's eyes searched Minho's, asking for approval. Minho sighed and kissed back, letting his tongue trace Jisung's lips, pushing in to kiss him deeper as his hands grabbed his tshirt and pulled him closer.

Chan chuckled, watching them with a knowing smile. "Now, let's get those clothes off," he said, his voice low and commanding.

Jisung turned to Minho who nodded slightly, his eyes dark with desire. They both stripped off their shirts and pants, leaving them in their boxers and socks.

Chan leaned back, watching them with a smirk. "Good, now, Minho yah, you're going to sit on your hands on the chair, and you're not going to touch Jisung unless I give you permission," he said, his voice firm. "And I am going to play with your sub and enjoy him, because you didn't care for him like you should have, so you only get to watch for today. Of course, both of you are allowed to safeword anytime, clear?"

Minho paused for a few seconds, his eyes down and teeth clenched and for a few seconds Jisung thought Minho would obviously put a stop to this. But then he relaxed his clenched jaw and moved towards the chair, looking resigned, and Jisung realised how much guilt Minho must have had been drowning in to be able to control his possessiveness. Minho felt the sting of the loss of control, but also a strange excitement. He'd never seen someone else play with Jisung before that day in the studio, and the thought of watching his boyfriend be taken care of by someone else he trusted was both terrifying and thrilling.

"Good boy," Chan said, his voice low and approving, and Minho twitched, unused to being on the other side of the praise. He turned to Jisung, his eyes raking over the younger man's bare skin hungrily. "Now, let's get you out of these," he murmured, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Jisung's boxers.

Jisung's breath hitched as he felt the fabric slide down his legs, baring him to the room. They changed in front of others all the time, but it was the intention in Chan's gaze that made Jisung feel hot this time. He looked over at Minho, who was watching him with a mix of longing and frustration. The sight of his hyung sitting there, unable to touch, only served to fuel Jisung's own arousal. He knew he was being used to teach Minho a lesson, but the idea of being the one to make his Sir beg was incredibly thrilling.

"Now, let's see what we have here," Chan murmured, his eyes raking over Jisung's exposed body. His hand reached out, tracing the soft skin of Jisung's thigh before sliding up to cup his already erect cock. "Looks like someone's eager to be touched," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Enjoying your Dom's misery, aren't you Han-ah?" Jisung's breath stuttered at the touch and Chan's words "N..No, No Sir!" he turned to Minho to explain.

Minho's eyes followed the movement, his own cock straining against his boxers. He wanted nothing more than to touch Jisung, to feel the heat of his skin and the velvet softness of his cock. But he'd made a mistake, and Chan was using his possessiveness as a means for punishment. He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to break the rules.

"Mm, so pretty," Chan murmured, stroking Jisung's erection lightly. "Now, tell me, Han-ah, do you want me to make you cum?"

Jisung's eyes shot to Minho's, looking for permission. Minho nodded, his jaw tight. "Yes," he said, his voice thick with want. "But only if it's what you want."

"T..Thank you," Jisung whispered, his eyes never leaving Minho's.

Chan leaned in, his breath warm against Jisung's skin. "Good boy," he said before his mouth closed over the tip of Jisung's cock. Jisung's body arched off the bed, a silent cry escaping his lips. Minho watched, his eyes dark with need.

Chan's hands roamed Jisung's body, teasing and pinching his nipples before sliding down to his tight sac and massaging them gently. Jisung's body tensed, his eyes squeezed shut as he bit back a moan. Minho felt his own cock throb in response, his desire to touch Jisung growing with each passing second.

But he remained still, his eyes locked on the scene before him. He watched as Chan worked Jisung's body, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. The sound of Jisung's breathless moans filled the room like a silent torture for Minho.

"Chan hyung," Jisung panted, his body trembling.

Chan pulled back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "What's the magic word?"

"Please, hyung," Jisung whispered.

"Beg for it," Chan demanded, his voice a seductive growl.

"Please, I need it, hyung," Jisung begged, his voice needy and desperate.

"Not me, you don't cum without Minho's permission, ask him if I can make you cum."

Jisung's eyes snapped open, looking over at Minho who was watching the scene with a mix of frustration and desire. "Hyung," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Can I cum? Please?"

Minho's gaze was intense, his eyes locked on the sight of Jisung's hard cock in Chan's hand. He could see the desperation in Jisung's eyes, and something inside of him thrummed with power at the thought of being the one to grant it. "Not yet," he said, his voice strained. "I want to watch you suffer a bit more."

Jisung whined, his hips jerking as Chan's hand slowed, his grip tightening just enough to keep him on the edge. "Minho-hyung, please," he begged, his voice needy.

Minho's eyes never left Jisung's, his own arousal palpable. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort it took to remain still. "Not yet," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "If I don't get to touch you then I deserve a show at least."

Chan chuckled, his grip on Jisung's cock tightening slightly. He leaned back, stroking him slow and steady, his thumb teasing the slit. Jisung's eyes rolled back in his head, his body writhing under the torturous pleasure. Chan moved his had to hold it flat across the tip and started tracing it with his palm, making Jisung jerk with the sensation.

"Chan hyung, please," Jisung panted, his voice high with need. "I can't take it, I'm so close."

"You're begging at the wrong person Hannie." Chan said casually.

Minho felt his chest tighten as he watched Jisung's face contort in pleasure, his body desperate for release. "Sir, please," Jisung whined, his voice strained with need.

Chan's eyes flicked up to meet Minho's, a mischievous glint in them. "Hannie's been so good, you could be nice Minho."

Minho's gaze was intense, his desire for Jisung palpable. He knew he'd been wrong, he knew he needed to make it up to him. "You can make him cum, Chan hyung" he said. But then Chan smiled and Minho didn't like it at all. "You don't tell me what to do, do you brat?" Chan asked and Minho immediately realised what Chan was going to ask him to do. "No." Minho snapped and Chan laughed out loud.

"Come on, Minho, just say the word 'please', it's not that hard," Chan said, his voice mocking.

Minho glared at him, his jaw clenched tight. "No, I'm not going to fucking request" he ground out.

Chan scoffed and removed his hand from Jisung's length as he leaned back against the headboard. "I don't listen to my subs requests Lino, I only listen if they beg. I don't want you to request. I want you to beg me, to let your sub cum."

Minho's eyes narrowed and his teeth gritted. "Fine, then I won't say it, he doesn't need to cum." he said stubbornly. Chan's eyes narrowed and he moved his hand back play with Han's nipples this time, pinching and rolling them between his fingers. "Still so selfish. And here I thought you cared about Jisung."

Jisung's moans grew louder, his body thrumming with pleasure as he squirmed under Chan's touch. "Minho-hyung," he whispered, his voice strained. "Please...I need it...Please?" Minho stubbornly turned his head to the side, trying to ignore Jisung's pleading.

Chan sighed, his tone disappointed, and Minho and Jisung both straightened up. Jisung would have thought Minho's reaction comical if he had noticed, wasn't he was supposed to be the only sub in the room? "I thought a quick lesson would be enough, but it isn't, is it?" He leaned over and grabbed the bottle of lube from the drawer and handed it to Jisung, "Open yourself up, I'm sure Minho taught you how to do that, stretch yourself properly and since you were a good boy I'll fuck you to orgasm, yeah?" Jisung nodded, his eyes wide as he looked towards Minho nervously.
Then Chan got off the bed to kneel in front of Minho who had moved to a chair earlier and grabbed his hair to pull him down to force him to bend down to Chan sitting on the floor from where he was sitting on the chair, leaving him disbalanced.

"You said you'd even let the cock be mine that day, didn't you? As long he didn't cum without your permission? Well I plan to do exactly that. I'll put a ring on him and then fuck your sub's tight little hole. We'll see who he begs for when he's cock drunk. If he asks me, he gets to cum, and if he asks you for permission, he doesn't. Poor Jisung will be left with his hole used, regretting that he asked you. He hasn't regretted having you as his Dom ever, has he? He will tonight."

Minho felt his face heat up with anger and his cock throb painfully. "You won't. You love Jisungie."

"Ah, I do," Chan said, his voice low and serious. "But you don't? You're doing the same to him..." He reached for Minho's boxers, tugging them down to expose his erection. "Making him choose, either he asks the wrong Dom, or he gets denied."

Minho's eyes widened, and he realized the twisted game he was playing with Chan. That bastard was devious. He took a deep breath, "Chan-hyung," he started, but the older man cut him off with a stern look, his hand moving from his hair to his Minho's throat.

"You need to learn to put your sub's needs first, not just your own," he said as he raised his other hand to caress Minho's face. "You're a good boy, aren't you Minho?" he said gently "You could have touched yourself, or just decided to go to Jisung on bed and touch him, but you didn't. You were so good for me." Minho tried to pull away but Chan's hand on his throat remained firm and his fingers on his face gentle. "And Jisung's been so good to, suffering to keep you company during your punishment. Will you make him suffer due to your pride?"

Jisung watched them with wide eyes, his own hands trembling as he tried to obey the order given to him. He'd never seen Minho look so...not in control before. He really didn't like it, didn't like the way his hyung's shoulders were slumped and his eyes were glossed with desire and anger. But he trusted Chan.

"H..Hyung?" He whimpered, not sure whether he was calling for Chan or Minho.

Minho swallowed hard, the word 'please' stuck in his throat. He knew what he had to do, but his pride was still fighting him. Chan knew Jisung was feeling uncertain about seeing Minho this way, he knew Minho had said he didn't like to submit, but everything in Chan was calling to push him into that headspace, until he broke, and Chan wondered if there was something. He stood up, letting Jisung see Minho clearly, who was still bent over, inspite of the fact that Chan wasn't holding him down anymore. He was clearly hard, and it felt like he was trying to hide the fact, whether from Chan, or from himself, Chan couldn't say.

"Minho yah" he waited for him to look up and raised an eyebrow at Jisung, who squeaked and started moving his fingers again. Chan wanted to laugh but he didn't. Minho, finally looked up, and he looked a bit more in control and Chan couldn't decide whether he was happy about it or not. "Lino yah, Jisungie's looking, tell me your colour please?"

Minho's eyes snapped to Jisung, who was now rocking on his three fingers and watching them with a mix of arousal and confusion.
He blinked, and then straightened to look at Chan as if remembering he was there too. "Colour?" Chan asked Jisung this time, letting Minho gather himself in the meanwhile. "Green, hyung" Jisung said, panting. "What about you Minho? Got your senses back yet? Can you tell me your colour?" he teased.

Minho turned to glare at him, "Fucking Blue!" he snapped and Jisung laughed out, collapsing on the bed "Hyung!" Chan chuckled too, patting Minho's cheek patronizingly. "I'll take blue, darling" he said and Minho flushed, mumbling curses under his breath.
Chan leaned in and whispered something in Jisung's ear and Jisung nodded, his eyes wide. He turned over, going on his hands and knees. He spread his legs wider, his breath hitching as he felt the cool air hit his exposed hole. Minho watched, his own cock pulsing in his boxers, desperate for relief.

Chan lubed his cock up with the bottle, the sound of the liquid squelching against his skin echoing in the room. Jisung's eyes were glued to the sight of his Chan's dick getting ready to claim him. He knew he was going to be filled, Chan was big, and the anticipation was almost too much to handle. He heard Minho's sharp inhale and his own cock jerked in response.

When Chan pushed in, it was slow and deliberate, the stretch making Jisung's eyes roll back in his head. He knew he was tight, he could feel it every time Minho fucked him, but there was something different about this, something that had him craving it. Maybe it was because it was someone else? The stretch felt bigger than usual and then he realised it was because it wasn't the usual size, Chan was slightly bigger than Minho.
Chan pulled out, letting the tip remain and then thrust back in making Jisung moan out a stuttered "H..Hyung!" he gasped, "You're so b..big..."

Minho's eyes were glued to the sight of his Chan's cock disappearing into Jisung's tight hole.

Chan began to fuck Jisung with a steady rhythm, his hips snapping against the younger boy's ass with each thrust. Jisung's moans grew louder, his body moving with the motion of Chan's. Chan took a few thrusts to explore, after which each one hit him in just the right spot, making his own cock throb in time with the rhythm.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by Jisung's whimpers and whines. Minho's own arousal grew with each sound, his cock begging for release. He could see as Jisung's body began to shake, his legs trembling as he approached his peak.

As Chan's strokes grew more vigorous, Jisung could feel the orgasm building within him, his body tightening around the cock inside him. "Hyung-ah, please," he begged, his voice high and needy. "I need to cum."

Minho's eyes snapped to Chan's to see him smirking. Chan leaned over Jisung, pressing his torso into the bed as he pulled his hips up, raising his ass higher. "Feeling good Jisungie?" he asked, and Jisung answered with a loud, high pitched moan. "You know what you have to do if you want to cum?" Chan murmured.

Minho could feel his breath getting faster, what if Jisung forgot about Minho and asked Chan for permission? Or what if he asked Minho and then Chan left him, shaking on the bed with the need to orgasm? He'd be so distressed.
Minho almost wanted Jisung to ask Chan, but then he imagined it and he hated the image so much that it made him want to break things. Chan was already taking everything from his sub physically, but his submission was Minho's. Fuck Chan, he thought venomously. And then he was surprised at his own thoughts. Would it be so bad to just beg Chan? He imagined going to the bed and pushing Chan away but surprisingly, he didn't want to. He didn't want to disappoint Chan. He knew Chan had left him with the power to decide, given him the chance to prove that he could place Jisung's needs above himself. And Chan loved Jisung, he'd hate to leave him unfinished. That meant Chan was trusting Minho to make him and Jisung happy. And Minho, he wanted to do it. Wanted Chan to come close again and talk to him gently. Wanted Chan to be pleased with him.

Minho had always thought that he'd hate to submit, his first try with Jisung had been disastrous. He'd been defensive and tried to take control at every step, and poor Jisung had fumbled with the mixed signals.
But today he wanted to. Would it be that bad to try with Chan? He wasn't going into subspace or anything, just letting Chan make the decisions. He did that everyday, maybe a trial in the bedroom could be good too?

So he watched as Chan fucked Jisung with a passion that was both erotic and slightly intimidating. How was he so good at that? Minho thought he was the dancer? He watched as Jisung's body arched with each thrust, watched as his sub's eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth fell open with pleasure. He watched as Jisung's body tightened around Chan's cock, watched as the older man's muscles tensed with each stroke.

The sounds in the room grew louder, Jisung's moans and the slaps of skin, and the occasional guttural grunt from Chan. Minho could see the sweat beads forming on Jisung's back, the way his fingers dug into the bed sheets. Jisung was babbling, cock drunk as Chan had predicted.

He saw him twitch, and then Jisung was trying to say something clearly, "H..Hyung. Hyung, can I..can I cum? Please?" he gasped, "Hyung, can I? Please S-" And Minho saw the word he was going to say. He felt his heart stop for a moment and shouted quickly before he could finish "Shut up Jisungie! Stop...Stop. Good boy, Hannie ah, stop."

Jisung was going to ask him. He was trying to say 'Sir'. And Minho couldn't make him suffer, he didn't want to see Chan disappointed. He could feel himself panicking slightly.

He took a deep breath and saw Chan looking at him, smiling gently. It didn't really seem hard anymore. Chan was looking at him like he was proud of him and in that moment Minho would have died to keep that expression on his face.

"H..Hyung" he finally begged. "Yes, Lino?" "Hyung, please let Jisung cum? Please?" Chan looked pleased, but he didn't start moving. "Make him cum how? Who is he?" Chan asked.
Minho didn't even hesitate this time, "Hyung please. Please let him cum? He's been good...My sub's been good for you, please make him cum on your cock?"

Chan started moving again, each thrust slow and deep, hitting Jisung's prostate each time. But he didn't stop talking to Minho, "You're being so good to Jisung Minho-yah, I'm proud of you, come here, come sit by Han-ah."
Minho was moving before he even registered. He knelt by Jisung, reaching to take his hand before pausing and turning to Chan who nodded, "It's okay, hold his hand," when Minho did he spoke again "Minho, do you want me to make Jisung cum?"

Minho nodded, "Yes hyung, please let Hannie cum?" And then Chan slowed to a still again, this time fully inside Jisung, who whined, not really bothered with anything except the fact that both the Doms were close and present and he was full and close to orgasm.

"Hyung?" Chan prompted, "You know what you could say instead to show you actually mean it, don't you kitten?"

Minho's breath hitched, his eyes darting between Chan and Jisung, who was still begging for release. "H.Hyung, I did what you asked, w..why this?"

"You're right," Chan said, his voice soothing. "You're did so well, you understand now what Jisung feels every time he he submits to you." He reached to take his hand, "But this isn't for him now, Jisung will get to orgasm even if you decide you don't want to do this, okay? You can say no, but only if you really don't want to try. You tried with Jisung once, can you try with me too? Be Daddy's good kitten?"

Minho felt his breath catch in his throat. The term 'Daddy' was something they'd used to tease Chan for the first few weeks after that V Live. They all had their fun calling him 'Daddy', until they saw Felix skip up to dance practice in a hoodie that said 'Yes please, Daddy'.
Chan had sighed exasperatedly and the maknaes had kept giggling the entire dance practice until Chan had dragged Felix to the side and demanded he take it off. When Felix had tried to refuse, Chan had grabbed his hair saying "Do you really think today is a good day to be brat baby boy?" Felix had actually whimpered and replied with a soft "No, I'm sorry Daddy" and then all hell had broken loose.
I.N. had started running around the room with Changbin, yelling "It's true!" Minho remembered laughing with Jisung and Hyunjin until Hyunjin had choked on his water.
No one had joked about calling Chan 'Daddy' after that.

He looked at Jisung, whose eyes were glazed over with pleasure, but still looking at him expectantly. He loved Jisung like this. He knew he trusted Chan, and he could feel his thoughts getting slower, the world out of focus except for Chan and Jisung. And he wanted to try. What had happened in past didn't matter, this could be a fresh trial.

"Hyung, I...I want to try? I wanna try Daddy" Minho whispered, so quietly that Chan couldn't hear him, but Jisung did, his mind much clearer as his eyes snapped to Minho in shock.

Minho looked skittish. But he was clearly looking up to Chan, he was crushing Jisung's hand but he had said he wanted to try. And he was still clearly hard, so Jisung didn't know whether to be surprised or aroused. Seeing his Dom submitting to somebody else felt so wrong, but if that Dom was their leader, it sounded perfect.

Chan paused, his cock still buried deep inside Jisung. He raised an eyebrow at Minho, "What was that, kitten?" he asked.

Chan calling Minho kitten was so different from Felix, who was soft and eager. The entire time today, Minho had looked like a hissing stray who was suspicious of a human being kind, but now, he just looked like he wanted Chan scruff him, gather him close and hide him in his pocket.

"Daddy, please?" Minho whispered, slightly louder this time.

Chan's eyes widened and he paused, "Please what, kitten, you want Daddy to take care of you both?" He asked, his voice softer than before. Minho nodded, playing with Han's fingers.

He could see Minho's eyes were unfocused and skittish, and that he wasn't really noticing his surrounding anymore. Was he in subspace? That was so much more than he expected, and to be honest, Chan was surprised.

He'd thought having Jisung here would keep the Dom side of him present, but Minho had trusted him, with himself and Jisung. He couldn't be sure if Minho had himself realised that he was in subspace. Minho wasn't really thinking was he? In fact, Chan could see that even Jisung was thinking more clearly than Minho at the moment.
He caught his eyes, nodding to show that everything was alright and that Minho was okay.

Chan started moving again, leaning forward his hand moving to Minho's cheek, stroking gently. "Good boy," he murmured. "Good, good kitten." Minho's eyes fluttered closed, his breath shaky as he leaned into the touch. He sped up, focusing on hitting Jisung's prostate to make him cum.

Jisung felt his orgasm rushing towards him, he was so close, so close to begging again. "Hyung," he whispered, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

Chan nodded, "Good boy," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Cum for Daddy, Jisungie, look Minho's watching too" he said, and Minho was. Jisung moaned quivering around Chan and with a final thrust, he came, shooting white ropes of cum. Jisung's body convulsed around Chan's cock, his eyes squeezed shut and his back arched, pushing back into the older man's thrusts. His fingers tightened around the bed sheets, nails digging in as he panted coming down from the high while Minho absently rubbed his hand, looking at Chan who groaned as his thrusts stuttered. "Inside or out, Sungie?" Chan said, breathing harshly.

Jisung was still panting, trying to form coherent words. "Inside," he finally managed to say, "Please, hyung, fill me up? Minho hyung agreed when we talked."

Minho watched, his own cock aching as he listened to Jisung's plea. He nodded slightly, the urge to take Jisung in his arms overwhelming as he whimpered from overstimulation as Chan's thrusts sped up.

"Good boy," Chan kept praising them both, his eyes flickering between Minho and Jisung before he leaned forward, his hand coming down to squeeze Jisung's hip hard. "You're going to be so full," he promised and Jisung moaned.

With one last thrust, he pushed deep inside Jisung, groaning as he emptied himself. The younger man's body tightened around him, the feeling of his warmth and the pulsing of his own release was all it took to send him over the edge. Chan's climax washed over him like a wave, his cock jerking inside Jisung's tight heat. He felt the younger's muscles spasm around him, the warmth of his cum filling him up. Jisung's moan grew louder, his body shaking as he finally collapsed, uncaring about landing on his own pool of cum.

Chan leaned down to kiss Jisung's shoulder, whispering little praises into his ear as he pulled out slowly, his cock slipping out with a wet pop. He took a moment to catch his breath before moving to the chair from the bed, pulling Minho with him and into his lap. Jisung hadn't been as intensely into the scene as Minho was now and was looking back, clearly alert but slightly tired. "Han-ah, can you change the sheets please? Go, take a quick shower after that. You're feeling okay?"

Jisung nodded, the sex had been tiring but he hadn't gone into deep subspace without Minho in charge, "Gimme a few minutes to rest, I'll get to it after that hyung." he said, flopping onto a dry section of the mattress.

Chan took the time to get Minho's focus back on him, by touching him gently over his boxers. "Are you hard, Minho yah?"

Minho nodded, his cheeks burning up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Chan silenced him with a soft kiss, "No apologies, kitten," he said. "But you're not allowed to cum, this was a punishment remember? The next you cum, it can be in your sub's little hole. You'll reclaim him, yeah?"

Minho nodded again, his eyes wide. He could feel himself uncomfortably hard in his boxers, it felt like torture. And then there was Chan, where did he keep finding words like that talk Minho didn't know. "Why are you like this hyung..." he murmured embarrassed.

Chan chuckled, "Hyung again, am I?" he said, his thumb rubbing circles around the outline of Minho's cock, "N..No, Daddy, I can still call you Daddy" and Minho felt a strange sense of pride when Chan smiled. "It's okay, even you saying it once was a gift to me, but you can submit to me whenever you want, okay?" he said, his voice still gentle but with a hint of command, "Jisung is your sub, but you can be mine. We can talk about it when you're out of subspace, okay?"

And Minho, he looked at him with his gaze full of wonder and slight hesitation, finally realising that he was in subspace. "I..I am?" And this time, Chan nodded. "You are, even Han noticed" he said, making Minho turn to look for Jisung. "He's just there, dropping the laundry into the bag, see? Come on, let's get into the clean bed Jisungie made for us, and cuddle until little Minho relaxes, hmm?" Chan teased, flick the tip of Minho's cock through the boxers, making him whine. "Fuck off, hyung, Daddy, please...don't, don't touch, it's already hard to not cum."

Chan chuckled "Yeah? Kitten liked his sub being fucked by Daddy a little too much?" And Minho just buried his face in the crook of his neck, ignoring him.

When Jisung returned, his hyungs were already sitting on the bed. He could see the mess of clothes they'd left on the floor, but that was the least of his worries right now. He grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Chan after taking a few gulps, settling on the other side, Minho resting in Chan's arms with Jisung's now wrapped around his waist.

"How are you feeling?" Jisung asked, his voice concerned.

Minho was still trying processing everything, but the guilt was gone now. The warmth of Jisung's body pressed against his side was comforting, and he felt safe in the cocoon of their shared embrace. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling the tremors in his body slowly dissipate. "I'm okay," he murmured. He didn't really feel like talking at the moment, he was so hard that it was painful, and the world was already flowing slowly around him, and he just wanted to tune out and relax.

They laid there, breathing in the shared peace for a few minutes, Minho twitching his toes and enjoying the sensations, until Chan sat up gently, pushing Minho to Jisung's embrace, "I should get the thicker blanket from the living room, I starting to get cold, aren't you two?"

Jisung nodded, his eyes fluttering open to look at Minho, who was still lost in his thoughts. "Be right back," Chan said, placing a gentle kiss on the top of Minho's head.

Jisung let himself relax, scratching Minho's back gently over the t-shirt he was wearing. Minho seemed to be trying to disappear into the thin blanket they had, so Jisung didn't really pay attention when the sound of the door clicking shut made Minho stiffen.
And then Minho was suddenly trying to sit up and turn around, mumbling something under his breath that Han couldn't understand until Minho was already sitting up and staring at the door, his face breath becoming faster with each second. "He didn't l...leave...he won't, he's here, he's here, h..he'll stay, he said he would, he won't fucking leave..."

Was that what Minho was saying? Jisung sat up too sensing that Minho was breathing faster, hyung was going to be a clingy sub, wasn't he? "Hyung, it's okay, Channie hyung's just left the get the thick blanket, the one you like? He's just downstairs..." he tried to soothe.
But Minho wasn't really listening anymore, Jisung tried to see what he was looking at, but he was staring at nothing, not at the door where he'd be looking if he was waiting for Chan, but just somewhere off the door, at air. He tried to open Minho's palm up, where his fingers were clenched tight, nails digging red crescents into his skin, "Hyung, Minho hyung, you're hurting yourself..." Jisung said nervously, hoping he would listen.

Minho, suddenly scrambled to get off the bed, crashing to floor in his haste, and Jisung shouted for Chan, something was wrong. This wasn't just clinginess.

Minho was pulling on his hair, curled on the floor like a scared animal, alternating between breathing harshly and spitting words in anger, "He left, h..he fucking left!" and the next moment he was whimpering. "I..I am sorry Sir, p..please, please don't leave" begging, like he was dying and desperate.

Jisung's primary emotion at moment was overwhelming confusion. Chan was 'Daddy'...so why was Minho calling for a 'Sir'? And he was staring, actively talking, even if only half of it was clear, to somebody. It was like he was stuck in a flashback, that was what it seemed like. Jisung remembered Rachel explaining it to them, they'd had been having a day out exploring on a rest day between concerts, and she'd brought a friend. She had explained, mostly to Felix because he had used to love clinging to her as a kid.
Rachel had told them that she had some bad experiences with an ex-boyfriend, so sudden movements, or tight hugs, pushing and shoving even if friendly could send her into a flashback. She had just said to be gentle and to just make some sound before touching her. Hyunjin had looked very somber.

The friend had been a STAY.

Chan had suggested a discussion night to get an idea of how they should interact with any fans like that in the future, Seungmin and Hyunjin had volunteered to make the presentation.

And now, Minho was having a flashback. Jisung suddenly remembered the first and the only time they'd tried to switch. Minho had been enjoying him telling him what to do, until he had joked that Minho call him 'Sir' for it to be fair. Minho had gone blank for a brief moment before rolling them over and tickling Jisung for being a brat.
That didn't seem as simple now.

Minho was quieter now, he was just curled up on the floor, sniffling without any tears, skin shining with sweat.

The door opened and Jisung felt a sense of relief wash over him, "Look, I got the blanket, and some snacks too" came the voice, calm but happy, until Chan Saw Minho curled up on the ground and Jisung kneeling by him, panicking over what to do.

Chan's expression changed in a flash from relaxed to concerned as he rushed over to them, dropping the blanket on the bed and kneeling by Minho, "What happened?" he asked, his voice sharp, and Jisung felt like he was the one in trouble, "He..he started panicking after you left, hyung," Jisung stuttered, "Started mumbling, he sounded angry at first? And then he started begging, talking to someone right there" he pointed to the spot in the air, hoping Chan could see something where there was nothing. "He was pleading a 'Sir' to not leave...I don't think he meant you hyung."

"And when did he get down to ground?" Chan asked, shifting closer. "Hyung was panicking, and he fell of the bed, he wasn't aware of where he was or that he was tangled up in the blanket I think. He got quiet after begging for sometime...Chan hyung, h...he won't respond, what do I do?"

Chan could see Jisung was panicking, his own anxiety acting up. So he tried his best to be calm and give him a task to focus on. "Hannie, can you get the bottle of the Byredo from Hyunjin? Or like spray it on a 'kerchief and bring that?"

Jisung nodded and scurried out of the room. He knew Minho had taken a fancy to that scent recently.

"Minho," Chan whispered, his voice calm and soothing, "Come back to me, okay?" He gently started stroking his back, speaking lowly, "It's okay, everything's okay, you're safe, you're with me, with us." He talked about random things, like the weather, about the outfits they'd been given for this comeback, what songs he planned to react to in next Chan's Room episode, he even asked for suggestions, even though Minho didn't really respond. But he didn't seem to be crying anymore at least.

Jisung came back within minutes, stopping Chan's intentional rambling. He held the handkerchief to Minho's nose, while Chan grabbed an ice pack from the minifridge and pressed it to Minho's palm.

Minho blinked thrice, the way he did usually and Jisung wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. His eyes gained focus eventually, jumping from Jisung's worried gaze and to Chan's pretend calm, "Minho yah, can you tell me what scent is this?" Minho tried to shift back, batting the hankie off his face, but Chan kept it close, "Come on, you like it right?" Minho blinked slowly, looking confused "I..It's Hyunjin's? I asked him to send me the link?" he replied, slightly unsure.

Chan smiled, "And can you tell a few other things you can feel?" Minho frowned, but he started talking "This stupid ice pack is cold...hyung get it away..." Chan laughed but he put it to the side. "I can feel the floor, my hands sting?" He turned his hands and saw angry red marks, the skin cut in a few of them.
He jerked back, pushing himself away from them both, his eyes darting around the room. "What...what happened? Why are you asking me this" he asked, suddenly alert.

Jisung watched him nervously. Minho was acting defensive, which meant he was scared, or nervous. "Hyung, You had a flashback, hyung. We were worried..." Minho's eyes widened, and then narrowed, "What the fuck are you talking about?" he snapped. "Why would I have a flashback?"

Chan stepped in, his voice firm but gentle, "Yah, Lino, don't scold Jisungie, you started panicking when I left, we didn't understand but it clearly looked like a flashback...and, are you feeling okay now? I want to ask you something." Minho looked at them both, his expression shifting rapidly from confusion to skeptical, "I don't have flashbacks, never had any" he said, his voice rising slightly, "I'm fine, I don't need your pity or whatever bullshit you're playing at."

Jisung flinched, feeling like he'd been slapped, "Hyung, I'm just worried about you," he murmured. Minho looked at him, his expression softening slightly, "I know, I know," he took a deep breath, "I just...It's nothing to worry about, okay?" he said, fidgeting with his fingers.

But Chan wasn't letting it go that easily, he studied Minho's eyes, searching for the truth, "It's not nothing if you were that scared, Minho."

Minho sighed, slumping against the bed, "It's just something that happened in the past, something I don't want to talk about," he snapped, his voice small and defeated.

Chan's eyes searched his, "But I need to know if I did something wrong," he pressed gently, his voice a softer, "If I triggered something...it was because I left, wasn't it? I told you, I thought you understood?"

Minho's eyes searched the ceiling, looking for answers or maybe just an escape, "I told you. It's not because of you," he murmured, his voice a mix of frustration and exhaustion, "It's stupid. It doesn't matter. Can we not just sleep? I'm fucking tired."

But Chan wasn't letting it go this. Stupid Chan like a dog with a fucking bone, Minho thought.

"I need to know, Minho," Chan said, his voice firm but gentle, "It wasn't my fault, but me leaving was the reason, wasn't it? Because someone left before?"

Minho's eyes snapped to Chan's, his chest rising and falling rapidly, had he said something? He didn't know what he'd done because this had never happened before. He'd thought he was done and over with that bullshit but his brain had clearly decided Jisung and Chan's presence as the reason bring up stupid things. "It's not the same, hyung," he insisted, his voice strained from all the crying. "It's just...something from before, it was just one time."

Chan didn't want to push, but he knew he had to, because if he let Minho bury it back in, it'd impossible to bring it up in a conversation again. Minho would find fifteen different ways to divert the conversation away. He could be a lovely little brick maze when he wanted. The entire group knew that.

But Chan wasn't backing down, his expression a mix of concern and determination, "Minho, you were so good for me today. Can't you just tell us? Tell me or Jisungie? It doesn't have to be both of us baby." He asked, his voice coaxing.

Minho turned to look at Jisung's face for an answer, Jisung just nodded slightly, "You can tell us, jagi, it's just us," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Minho's eyes searched the floor, his mind racing. He felt vulnerable, exposed. He didn't like that feeling, but something in Chan's tone made him want to open up. Be good, Chan had said. "It was this hyung from the crew, from BTS's time." he whispered. "Yeah, and what happened darling?" Chan asked, trying not to seem too eager to know.

Minho took a deep breath, "He...he was was the one who introduced me to all this, he wasn't anything bad. He introduced me to this club, like one for kink, saying I was grown up now and that I could finally go out with the crew if I wanted. He had called to congratulate us on our debut and invited me to the club. I didn't know much about it before that, he had told me a few things but then I left for JYP and we didn't talk until debut. He was a Dom too and taught me simple things, l..like a mentor. We were just having fun one time, no dynamic, just vanilla, because he knew I didn't submit, at least I hadn't tried and I'd liked exploring just the dominant aspect in the beginning. I used to have a crush on him back them, and well, we'd even kissed one time backstage, so when he invited me one evening as his plus one I went" he looked up nervously, hoping they weren't jealous or angry, and Chan and Jisung both looked blank, but not angry, so he continued. "We kissed again and he offered to book us a room, but he kinda started praising me mid way, and I was younger...and I used to look up to him, he was cool" he took a shaky breath, "And God, I was so stupid, I didn't even realise he'd coaxed me into subspace. It was the first time. I just...everything felt slower and I felt nervous because he was moving too fast." "When I tried to talk and slow down, he started getting angry, and wanted to leave...a..and I wanted to please him, his disappointment had felt so wrong, so I begged, scrambled off the bed to the floor to beg."

Jisung was so angry, and so sad that he couldn't decide which emotion was stronger. Chan was just surprised. This all had happened while they were all living together? How did no one notice? No one even knew Minho had ever visited a kink club, let alone multiple times, with someone.

"He said he'd stay, he'd stay if I called him 'Sir', so I did. He left anyway. I stayed there naked on the floor, until the closing staff came to check the rooms and found me, all pathetic on the floor, they helped me dress and then I left hyung. I asked them the time 'fore leaving, it was 1:30 a.m. I came to the club at 7. This asshole didn't remove the 'occupied' tag from the door when he left. So no one checked until closing."

Chan's face was a storm of emotions, his eyes dark with anger at the thought of someone mistreating Minho like that, and at himself for never noticing that Minho had come home so late. He didn't say anything, just wrapped his arms around Minho and Jisung, pulling them both into a tight hug. Jisung looked at them, his heart aching for his hyung. He wanted to punch something, or someone, but all he could do was sit there and listen. Jisung wished Minho had told them all this back then, at least he could have directed his rage at everything back then towards a deserving asshole.

Minho could see Chan and Jisung angry and sad on his behalf, "It's okay both of you, it was a long time ago and I'd forgotten about it even, I guess submitting to you brought things back. And I'd been stupid too, I should have been more aware about what I was dabbling in."

Chan snorted, "Aware yes, what were you even doing in a BDSM club at 20 years old? And right after debut, what if a reporter had seen you?! And that wasn't okay, that bastard was clearly trying to use his age and your inexperience to push you to submit, except you protested even in subspace and he left after a hissy fit." Minho laughed as did Jisung, "Like I said, I was stupid." "Paboracha for a reason" Jisung mumbled.

They stayed silent for a few minutes before Chan started talking again, "It's okay now, I'll keep that in mind for next time." "Next time? What next time?" Minho asked skeptically. Chan chuckled, leaning closer to kiss his forehead, "What? Kitten doesn't want to play with Daddy again?" he teased. "Hyung. Shut up before I make you" Minho threatened finally grabbing the thicker blanket that had caused so much issue and pulling it over himself. "If you guys don't shut up in the next two minutes and let me sleep, I'll air fry you both, and I want takeout when I wake up" he demanded, content at the moment to just snuggle.

Jisung laughed as Chan stood up, "I think I need a shower, and maybe you should take one too Minho, a cold one?" he said, making Minho throw a pillow at him. "Don't remind me, I need a fucking cold bath" Minho replied "You're nasty, you know that? Jisungie, our leader is a pervert" he accused, pushing Chan into the bathroom and Jisung shook his head "Hyung you made me cum six times because I came without your permission, and you let me cockwarm Channie hyung in front of Lix and Hyunjin, you're mean and  a pervert. You don't get to talk."

And Minho laughed, getting into the bathroom himself, "What can I do Jisungie, you look so pretty when you cry" he sang, and Jisung just had one thing to say as Chan shut the door pushing Minho under the water spray, "Like I said, mean and a pervert. I'm just the unlucky bastard stuck between you two."

Chapter Text

A shower later, Chan let Minho and Jisung lounge on the bed, Jisung scrolling on his phone and Minho was trying to take a picture of him while pretending he wasn't. Chan smiled to himself as he opened the food app, "What do you two want?"

"I want the usual," Jisung said without looking up from his phone, his thumb scrolling through his feed.

Chan rolled his eyes, "Your usual is half the dessert menu Hannie" he clicked to the dessert section before speaking up "I'll agree that a bit of sugar is good after a scene but we all need some proper food too, we have a busy day tomorrow. Hmm, what do you say, Minho can decide the main course, you can choose the dessert? Does cheesecake sound good? Or we can go get ice cream from the store? Minho? In fact, I should ask the kids too if they want to order, we can order together."

Minho's eyes snapped to Jisung, his expression convincing, "Han can have ice cream," he said finally, his voice deciding. Jisung scrunched his nose.

"Do you mean you want ice cream Lino ya?" Chan laughed as Jisung sat up "Hey! That's why you were trying to tell me to get ice cream! That's a misuse of dommy power!" he whined.

"'Dommy' is not a word Han" Chan teased adding cheesecake to their order. "Jokbal good Minho? I'm also getting jajangmyeon."
He looked up when Minho didn't reply and saw him lying on his front, face buried in the blanket. "Minho yah?'

"I didn't mean to push him, that was just a joke" he said after a while. Chan nodded as did Jisung, which Minho couldn't see so Jisung decided to speak "I know hyung, I was kidding too".
Minho took in a deeper breath before turning onto his back, Chan didn't think he looked upset but it was always difficult to tell with Minho's carefully blanked face.
"Han-ah, he looks like he needs some cuddles..." Chan whispered dramatically, nodding at Minho who was still pretending that the ceiling was more interesting, or not if his blank was any indication. Jisung grinned, setting his phone aside and wriggled closer to Minho to flop onto his torso like a seal.

"Ya! Han Jisung! You're heavy!" he exclaimed while his arms came around to hug Jisung. Chan shook his head, laughing inside, "Minho's so gone for Jisung" he thought before leaving quietly to gather everyone for dinner in the living room.

Jisung looked at Minho, whose attention was finally back on him instead of the ceiling, "Lee Minho, did you just call me fat?" he asked mock seriously.

"What?! No I didn't, I said you were heavy!" Minho defended. "Nuh hn, you called me fat, fat-heavy, potato-potahto, same difference" Jisung countered, "I deserve compensation."

"Oh really? And what would that be?" Minho asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I want a kiss, and a piggyback ride to the living room!" Jisung exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Minho sighed dramatically, but the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. "Fine, but just one," he said, leaning in to press their lips together gently.

The kiss was sweet, a stark contrast to the earlier scene. It was first kiss Minho had from Jisung today and Minho could feel himself getting hard again as Jisung squirmed on him. "Stop, fuck, I can't" he huffed, dragging Han off himself to his side instead. Jisung pulled back, looking for any hint of discomfort.

Minho rolled his eyes, "I'm good, just don't want to get hard again" he mumbled. He could see the exact moment Han's eyes lit up with mischief, "No, don't, jagi." Jisung shook his head, "You're so eager hyung!" he said, hand creeping down to Minho's lap, "Channie hyung was so mean to you!" he giggled.

Minho caught his hand and brought it back up, pressing his lips to Jisung's knuckles gently and enjoying the resulting blush. "Yeah? He was mean to me, but you, you were enjoying it a bit too much, weren't you? Seeing me get punished, Chan refusing to let me cum until next time? Silly Han-ah, didn't you realise?" he teased.

"Realise what?" Jisung asked confused. Minho laughed, "Who's your Dom, love?" "Minho hyung" Jisung said with such ease that for a second that Minho faltered, Jisung had said that with such simplicity and belief, like it was a fact. The sun rises in the east, Seoul was South Korea's capital, Chan was from Australia and Minho was Jisung's Dom. He shook his head before continuing, "I am, aren't I? And who fucks you? Whose permission do you need to cum?"

"Yours! Why are you asking me this stuff?" he whined.

And Minho, he already knew what Jisung's response was going to be to his next words, "Well, if I am not allowed to cum until the next time we have sex, you are not allowed to have sex with anybody else and you're also not allowed to cum without me, you're not going to have any fun in the meantime either, are you?

Jisung's eyes widened and he sat up, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of red, "What? No!" he protested.

Minho smirked, his voice low and mocking, "But you were enjoying it when Chan decided my punishment, weren't you?" He leaned closer, whispering into Jisung's ear, "And he wanted to make my punishment harder, and you know what? We have a busy schedule the entire week. So no play for you too, Jisungie."

Jisung's eyes narrowed, "You wouldn't! This isn't fair! This was supposed to be a punishment for you!"

Minho's smirk grew wider, "Fair? Did I ever say BDSM was fair?" He leaned back, his eyes sparkling with amusement, "But, since you're such a good boy, I might just give you a little...dare."

Jisung stared at him suspiciously, "A dare?"

Minho nodded, "Mmhmm," his eyes glinting, "A dare that'll decide your fate for the week. You're going to have to be a very shameless little sub for me."

Jisung swallowed hard, his heart racing. He knew that Minho had a twisted sense of humor, and this was probably just another one of his games, but the anticipation was killing him. "What's the dare?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Minho took a moment, tapping his chin as if in deep thought. "You have to ask Chan to ask for you, right now, in front of everyone, if he does, I might lend you to him for the week, at least you're cute little hole will get filled, even if you're still not allowed to cum without permission...But if you and hyung manage to amuse me enough with your words, I might even let you have permission to cum anytime you want with Chan for the week." he said, his voice a mix of excitement and challenge.

Jisung's eyes widened even more, "What?! You can't be serious! Everyone's going to be there!" he squeaked.

Minho's smirk didn't falter, "Oh, I am dead serious, jagiya. You want to be a greedy brat who wants to cum without his Dom? Then you play by my rules." He leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head, watching Jisung squirm.

Jisung looked like he was about to protest, but the mischief in Minho's eyes told him that it was useless. With a dramatic sigh, he climbed off the bed, pouting the whole way. "Fine, but if I do this, I'm holding you to your word," he warned, walking towards the door where he could hear the low murmur of their bandmates' voices from downstairs. "But I was promised a piggyback!"

Minho rolled his eyes playfully, standing up and hoisting Jisung onto his back with a grunt. "You're really going to make me carry you downstairs to ask for Chan's dick?"

Jisung giggled, his hands clutching Minho's shoulders tightly. "You're the one who said it!" he shot back, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves.

Minho sighed but couldn't resist the playfulness in Jisung's voice. He walked towards the door, each step bouncing the younger man slightly. "Alright, alright, let's go get you in trouble, little brat" he said fondly.

The living room was buzzing with activity, their Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin lounging on the large couch, pouring over Hyunjin's phone as he showed them something, Seungmin and Chan seemed to be doing something similar while Changbin was facetiming someone, Wooyoung and Yeonjun it seemed, although how he could hear anything with all the noise was beyond Minho's understanding.

Jisung wanted to disappear as Minho plopped him down in front of the group, the latter's smug expression not helping to calm him. Everyone pausing for a second to look at them before returning to their distractions, except Hyunjin and Changbin.

Minho noted that those two weren't focusing on their phones anymore, looking at each other and occasionally them. They looked...concerned? Minho looked over himself and Jisung, they were in normal clothes, didn't have any marks or anything for them to be worried about, Chan hadn't left any hickies or anything on Han, that was a limit Minho had set before everything had happened, so why did those two look like they were planning an intervention? Because Minho was pretty sure they all made the same face when Chan didn't come to the dorm from studio for three days.

He looked at Jisung, his cheeks were a flaming red now and he was playing with his hands, and he looked so adorable that Minho wanted to take the dare back and take him to bed. But Jisung was always this cute, and he didn't want to make a habit of giving up his fun. "You can do it after dinner, okay? Don't think about it now" he whispered to Jisung before pushing him towards the trio on the couch who were obviously eavesdropping.

Jisung looked like he wanted to argue but he nodded, Hyunjin's phone from his hand, "What are you watching?" he asked.

Minho moved to settle by the table on the floor, closer to Changbin, to give him the chance to say whatever was bothering him.

"Hyung," Changbin started, his voice low enough that the others wouldn't hear, "Is everything okay?"

Minho glanced at him, then at the blushing mess that was Jisung, who was now fully engrossed in whatever was on Hyunjin's phone. "I'm fine, Changbin. Why are you asking?"

Changbin's expression was one of concern, "You've been...you, uh, Han came to Hyunjin's room, we were hanging out, he asked Hyunjin for his perfume? He looked a bit frantic, so we followed and you, you were crying? W...We didn't see anything!" he added when he saw Minho's increasingly clenching jaw "I just, we left as soon as we heard Chan hyung was there, but Hyunjinnie was bit worried...you were, God hyung, you sounded like you were dying, it , I just tell me you are good? Do you guys really enjoy going that extreme?"

Minho took a deep breath, his eyes on the T.V. remote on the table, "We had a scene, it got intense, I was just being stupid, but we're fine. It's all consensual, and all that. I wouldn't do anything Jisung didn't agree to..."

Chan looked up from his phone, his expression sharper, "We just had a bad time, it wasn't a part of the play or anything, Changbin." He said calmly, his eyes never leaving Minho, "Minho can explain, only if he wants to. And I told you before Min, you weren't stupid, that bastard was stupid, maybe Changbin can convince you to tell me his name" he muttered.

Minho's eyes snapped to his, a flash of anger crossing his face before it was gone, replaced by a tired smile. "You don't need to know his name, it's all done" he murmured, his voice quieter.

Chan shuffled closer, placing his hand over Minho's shoulder pulling him slightly into himself, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up again. But I'd rather not have any misunderstandings, whatever you heard wasn't part of our scene. Minho just had a bit of a scare, but we're okay."

Minho felt the tension in his body ease slightly at the gentle squeeze from Chan's hand. "It was nothing," he said "I'm fine now, you can tell Hyunjin later when you do nothing on your room..." he said drawing the nothing with a scandalous expression.

Hyunjin glared at him from across the table, exposing the fact that they had been indeed eavesdropping, but the tension in the room lifted.

"Hyung, you're such a menace," Felix said from the couch, his voice filled with affection and a hint of teasing. The room erupted in laughter, and the moment passed.

The food arrived shortly after, the delicious scents of jokbal and jajangmyeon wafting through the air. The group gathered around the table, eager to fill their stomachs after the day's events. Conversation was light, mostly about their upcoming schedule and the latest trends in the music industry. Jisung managed to keep his mind off the dare, focusing instead on the mouthwatering cheesecake in front of him.

After everyone had eaten their fill, the living room grew quieter as a few of them started clearing out the empty containers and doing the dishes, leaving Changbin and Felix in the room who had taken care of breakfast earlier in the day.

Minho cleared his throat, looking at Jisung with a smug smile, reminding him of the dare he had agreed to. "Alright, Jisungie," he said, his voice low and playful, "it's time for you to ask Chan if he wants to borrow you for the week."

Jisung's face turned an even deeper shade of red, his eyes darting to Chan who was busy scrolling through his phone, seemingly oblivious to their conversation. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He didn't know if he could do this in front of everyone, but he had agreed to the dare.

"Chan hyung," he started, his voice quivering slightly.

Bang Chan looked up from his phone, raising an eyebrow at the sudden formality. "Yeah?"

Jisung took a deep breath, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, "Hyung, will you b...borrow me for the week?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper , looking like he was ready to burst.

Bang Chan's eyes widened for a split second before he caught Minho's smug look from across the table. "What are you talking about, Jisung?" he asked.

Minho leaned back, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression smug, "Oh, I just told him that if he asked you nicely, I might let him have you for the week," he said casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

The room fell silent for a moment before Hyunjin burst out laughing, dropping a spoon into the sink. "What the hell did I just hear?" he called out from the kitchen, his voice muffled by the running water.

Chan's eyes narrowed, and he put his phone down, his expression turning stern. "Hyunjin, that's not funny if you're not participating. This is also something I wanted to talk about" he said, his tone firm.

Hyunjin poked his head out of the kitchen, his smile slipping, "Participating? In what?"

"This applies to everyone, but when we started doing this, sex between any of us, I talked to all of you, and we set a few rules, can anyone recount them, just to refresh our memories?"

Felix rolled his eyes, "Oh, here we go with the rules lecture again."

"Shut up, Felix," Jisung murmured under his breath, his eyes widening with alarm. Did Felix really think today was a good day to mess with Chan? When he'd already been punished today? When Chan was on a power high and alert from having Minho submit and then have a flashback earlier?

Chan's grip on his phone tightened and he looked over to where Felix was sitting by Changbin, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Felix, don't push your luck."

Felix rolled his eyes but his smirk faded as he took in the seriousness in Chan's tone. "What's gotten into you today, Hyung?" he asked, his voice teasing but with a hint of wariness.

Chan's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing further. "Felix, today is not the day to test the boundaries," he warned, his voice low and firm. "You know the rules. I'm quite angry, not at any of you" he added when saw Minho stiffening "Just, I'm a bit on the edge and I'd appreciate if you let me just be present in all of your company without it all delving into chaos. Please."

Felix looked at him for a moment, then at Jisung who was now looking anywhere but at anyone, "Ah, sorry Chris" he said, his voice regretful "No bratting for today, will you tell me what's wrong though?"

Chan took a deep breath, "It's nothing you need to worry about right now, it's not my place to tell you anything about it, okay?"

He sighed "Anyways, the rules we decided upon when we started were, no one does anything that they don't want to and this includes not exposing people to anything they have not consented to, honest communication, nothing risky that can affect our image and no bringing any other people between group dynamics, so all of you are allowed to fuck people within or out of the group, but no intersection or telling any outsiders, yeah?"

Hyunjin nodded, looking at Minho, "Okay, but is everyone okay? We know all that, why are we having a revision, did something happen?" he asked again.

Jisung felt his chest tighten. He didn't want to rehash the whole situation in front of everyone, because he knew he what Chan was talking about.

"Look, guys," Chan started, his voice calm, "I know it might seem like I'm being extra today, but what happened in the last few days with Jisung was a bit... intense. Yesterday, when Jisung disappeared, we found him outside a convenience store, without a phone, soaked to the bone and in a subdrop."

The room grew quiet as the members looked at each other, trying to understand what he was saying.

"There were a few things that contributed to it, we have already gone over Minho's and my part in it but, you guys, like I said before, in a scene, whether you are actively participating or are there just as audience, no comments unless the sub can hear them. That day in the studio, Jisung saw Lix and Hyunjin talking amongst themselves, and since he couldn't hear and wasn't later told what it was about him that you guys were discussing later, his anxiety wove it into a mess of self depreciation. Physically making someone wait is alright, but leaving someone hanging or unaware, especially when they are being vulnerable is not allowed, that is a new rule" Chan said, letting himself relax a bit now that he'd gotten the entire thing out.

"This isn't Jisung specific, I've heard you guys talking about me and Felix too, and while you are allowed to discuss things personally, it shouldn't feel like talking behind someone's back, especially in a scene. Neither me nor Felix mind any of you hearing or talking about us, but in subspace, every little thing can feel like judgement, does that make sense?"

A few of them nodded, "It's like when someone talks about you in a conversation you are in but aren't directly included in. Like it's a weird feeling of being both there and not there at the same time, feels like being ignored or as if they are talking mean about you, right Hannie hyung?" Jeongin asked.

Jisung nodded, his eyes on his plate. "Yeah, it's like that, but worse because, when you're in subspace, your brain is all messed up and everything feels... amplified, plus Hyunjinnie and I fought a lot back early, it all comes back unnecessarily" he murmured, trying to find the right words.

Hyunjin's expression softened, "I'm sorry, Jisung-ah, we didn't mean to make it feel bad, we just didn't realise what was happening, we weren't even talking about you, we were shit talking Channie hyung actually, for being mean to you, Felix called him a pervert" he chuckled.

Felix grinned, "Yeah, I did, I was just saying how unfair it is that he gets to have fun all the time but makes me asks for permission" he said, looking at Chan who rolled his eyes, "But next time, we'll include him when be make fun of our stupid Doms, right?"

Minho was the one who laughed this time, shaking his head "Absolutely not, you two are going to teach my Hannie all sorts of things that'll land him into a punishment, and unfortunately for him, I'm not as nice as Chan or Changbin. Isn't that right jagiya?"

Jisung glared at him, but the affection in his eyes was clear, "You're meaner than anyone here, hyung, fucking sadistic" he mumbled the last part in English.

Everyone laughed, Chan clapped his hands to quieten it down "So, now that that's cleared, Han, you were saying?" he asked as everyone went back to their respective tasks in the kitchen, leaving the original five viewers to Jisung's embarrassment.

Jisung looked at Minho with pleading eyes, "Can I not ask now? I already did, not my fault Chris didn't get in one go..." he whined, hoping that maybe if he asked really nicely, Minho would let him off the hook.

Minho just smirked, "What, you don't want to be his little rental for the week?" he teased, enjoying the way Jisung's face turned an even darker shade of red.

Jisung glared at him, his voice low and filled with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, "You're so mean, hyung."

Minho's smirk grew wider, "But you're so adorable when you're blushing like that," he whispered into Jisung's ear, his voice a sweet caress that sent shivers down the younger man's spine. "Go on, I want to sleep, and I'm not in the mood to wait much longer."

Gritting his teeth, Jisung turned to face Chan, his heart racing. "Hyung," he began again, his voice slightly louder this time. "Could you, maybe, um, ask Minho hyung to borrow my...company... for the week?"

Chan's expression remained unreadable for a moment before he chuckled, his gaze flickering over to Minho. "Is that right, Minho?" he inquired, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Minho leaned back on the couch, his arms folded behind his head, a smug smile playing on his lips. "It's all up to you hyung. If you really want him. otherwise the poor thing can just suffer. Not my concern" he drawled.

Chan rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Jisung, "Hmm, fine, Jisung, I'll use you for the week, okay? Don't worry Minho, I'll keep the needy thing satisfied" he mocked.

Jisung's eyes went wide, his face reddening even further as the room erupted into laughter, and even Hyunjin and Seungmin had stopped their kitchen clean-up to watch the unfolding drama. "You're all terrible, do you know that?" he huffed, throwing a cushion at Minho who just caught it, laughing harder.

Chan took a bite of his cheesecake, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Although, I must say, Minho's the real devil for somehow turning his punishment into Han's, you're a menace, but you know that, don't you kitten?" he said to Minho.

Minho glared at the way Chan had addressed him, "Someone's got to keep things interesting around here."

The room was filled with laughter again, before Changbin straightened from where he was lounging on the armchair, "Wait a minute, did you just call Minho hyung kitten?!"

Chan looked at him, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "Well, if the shoe fits, Changbin" he replied, diverting the thing into a simple joke before everyone could corner Minho.

Jisung couldn't help but chuckle at the exchange, the tension from earlier dissipating. He knew that the dare was just that, a playful challenge meant to keep things spicy between him and Minho. But the thought of being 'loaned' to Chan for a week had him feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Alright, alright," Chan finally said, standing up. "Let's pack up for the day everyone, I want everyone out by 9:30 tomorrow morning, manager-nim said he'll be here to take us for a fitting for a upcoming event, and then we have a photoshoot plus dance practice for the remix choreo, and we can do a few dance challenges if we get the time tomorrow, alright?"

The room buzzed with agreement "And maknae-ah, don't think I forgot to ask why you knew what being left out of a conversation felt like" he said as everyone dispersed to their respective bedrooms, Jeongin disappearing faster than everyone else with a quick "Good Night hyungs!"

Chapter Text

Jisung woke up in his own bed, alone but not sad, a surprising combination in the week he had so far. It was 8 am, and the bed beside his was already empty which meant Minho was already down and halfway ready. He took brushed his teeth and took a quick shower, putting on a simple hoodie and joggers since the stylists would attack them either way later.

Making his way downstairs, the smell of pancakes filled the air, and his stomach growled in response. He followed the sweet scent into the kitchen to find Minho flipping a pancake with surprising grace, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Morning, jagi," he said, giving Han a quick peck on the cheek before turning back to the stove.

Han felt a flutter in his stomach at the affectionate greeting, his mind still reeling from the previous night's conversation. "Morning," he mumbled, taking his place at the kitchen island.

Minho slid a plate of perfectly golden pancakes in front of him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Chan hyung wants you to serve him breakfast today," he said, his tone teasing. "Think you can handle it?"

Jisung's stomach clenched at the thought of serving Chan like that but he nodded, swallowing his nerves. "Yes, hyung," he said, his voice still sleepy. "What does he want me to do?"
Minho grinned, "Just be my good little kitten and make sure he's fed and happy for now. That's all. Bring him down for breakfast, he should be done with his shower."

Jisung took a deep breath and nodded, chugging his coffee as he stood up. He walked down the corridor to the leader's room, fingers twitching with mild nervousness. He knocked softly on the door, Chan's cheerful voice calling him in.

"Good morning, Han," Chan said, his smile warm. He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair still damp from the shower. "Did you sleep well?"

"Y-yes, hyung," Jisung replied, caught a bit off guard at the normal behavior, what was up with them, Minho hyung had sounded like Chan had something planned, but he was behaving completely normally. "Minho hyung said to tell you that breakfast is ready."

Chan's eyes twinkled as he nodded, "Ah, the prince has sent his servant, how delightful," he teased, his tone playful. Jisung felt his cheeks warm up even more as he ducked his head. "Thank you, I'll be down in a bit, but are you dressed for the day? Or will you change later?" he asked, turning to leave.

"I-I'm ready, the stylists will dress us later hyung," Jisung stuttered, unsure of what was expected of him.

Chan chuckled, ruffling his hair lightly. "I have something for you, I'll leave it in your room for you to change into after breakfast."

Jisung felt his nervousness increase, was it going to be something embarrassing? When he got back to the kitchen, Minho was already waiting for him, his arms crossed over his chest. "What did he say?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. He peeked over his shoulder at Chan, who was now sitting at the table, munching on his pancake as he struggled to type one handed on his phone at the same time.
"He said to tell you that breakfast is ready," Jisung said, avoiding his gaze. "And that he'd leave something for me in my room."

Minho's smirk grew. "Ah, I see," he said, his tone filled with mischief. "Well, go on then. Make sure you don't keep your owner of the week waiting."

Jisung rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his grin. He picked up the plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice and headed back down the hallway. When he reached his room, he found a neat little satin bag on the bed. He set the food on the dresser before picking it up.

Inside, was a pair of pale pink, satin panties with a cotton lace trim, with a note attached. It read, 'Wear these under your outfit for the day. They're yours to keep. -Chan'. He felt his cheeks burn even hotter as he held them up. He'd tried wearing panties before, Minho had made him wear them with a matching collar once. But that was in a scene. The thought of wearing panties underneath normal clothing, all day, felt like a naughty little secret.

He finished the food quickly put the plate back before taking a deep breath, slipping the panties on. They felt soft and silky against his skin, the lace scratching slightly against his thighs. He looked in the mirror and his reflection stared back at him, wearing something so delicate and feminine. He felt a strange mix of embarrassment and anticipation, knowing that only he and Chan would know what was under his clothes. He shivered at the thought of Minho discovering it.

He knew that the next scene he'd have with Minho was going to be intense, and while mentally sleep was usually enough to smooth out the tiredness after a scene, they knew that any penetration would not be conducive to dance practices, and so here he was, at Chan's mercy till the end of the week.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart as he walked back into the kitchen. The rest of the members were already gathered around the table, but there was no sign of his usual sadistic hyung. "Where's Minho?" he asked, looking around.

Chan looked up from his phone, his expression unreadable. "He left for a shower after making last of the pancakes for Changbin. He was bit antsy. You know how he gets when he's feeling a bit... pent up," he said, his gaze lingering on Jisung's plate.

Jisung felt a thrill run through him at the knowing look in Chan's eyes, confirming that Minho was probably jerking off in the shower. "Oh, okay," he said, trying to sound casual and not like he wasn't desperate to barge in there and just beg him fuck him instead. Jealousy was embarrassing, especially when one was jealous of a hand.

Breakfast was a flurry of banter and jokes, the pancakes disappearing almost as fast as they were made. Jisung couldn't help but laugh at Seungmin recounting the weird dream he had, and soon, everyone was rushing to finish up after they collectively cleaned up the kitchen and the living room.
Then, the eight of them were piling into the two vans their manager came with, heading to the studio for their fitting.

The designer was waiting for them with a slew of suits that were formal and elegant, a few of the pieces combined the design of the suit jacket with a hanbok. It was for some sort of inaugural event, a cultural complex of some sorts for youngsters. Jisung didn't know much about it and Chan hadn't raised a fuss so he trusted that it wasn't going to be anything problematic. Plus, Hyunjin had been very excited about it.

He had thought that other than his own jitters, the panties wouldn't be too much of a problem, because they didn't hinder his movement for dance practice anyway, and the satin was comfortable enough to wear the rest of the day.

He realised now, that he had thought wrong. Because the assistant had just told him to change into the suit, and it was in the dressing room that he realised that the cut of the trousers was fitting enough that the imprint of lace trim was clearly visible, especially if someone watched closely, which the assistant was definitely going to do, to mark and measure the places they'd need to fit the seams.

No, he thought. He'd just take them off and say they fit perfectly and needed no alterations, and hopefully the designer would trust his judgement and not insist. Because if he had to walk out in these and have the designer and the assistants and the seamstress recognized the imprint of these fucking lace panties he'd just disappear. Even a walk of shame would be less embarrassing at this point.

Jisung had already unbuttoned the pants when the door swung open, "Han-ah, are you okay? You've been in here for quite..." It was Minho, who'd stopped midway, his eyes widening at the sight of the pink peeking through the fly of Jisung's pants. "What the fuck are you wearing?" He hissed, his voice low so no one else could hear.

Han's face turned beet red, "Don't fucking say anything hyung," he muttered, trying to pull his pants back up, "There's a thing called privacy".

Minho's eyes narrowed, the mood in the room shifting from playful to serious in a split second. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "Did you swear at me Han Jisung?"

Jisung froze, his heart racing. He knew that tone, Minho used that when he messed up. The playfulness was gone, replaced with a sternness that made his knees weak. "No, it was just in general, n..not at you" he said, trying to evade.

Minho stepped closer, his gaze sharp as he took in Jisung's flustered state. "I don't think so," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You didn't answer properly, and even used a curse word, while talking to me. Is that good manners baby?" he asked, his tone patronising as if talking to a child.

Jisung's heart was racing in his chest. He knew this was going to be bad. "Hyung...we, we are outside, p..please, I'm" he began but Minho cut him off.

"You're what?" Minho teased. Jisung felt like a prey being played with. "Just a pretty baby girl, aren't you?"

Jisung's breath hitched, his eyes dropping to the floor. They hadn't played with feminisation before, and Minho had never shown any affinity for girls either, and Jisung would have presumed that he was just gay and not bi like him or Chan or everybody else in the queer mess that their group was (Changbin had wondered after they'd all come out whether almost all of them being bi was really a coincidence or perhaps JYP, or Chan had been onto something).

But to be honest Minho had just never paid any sort of attention to anybody, regardless of gender, and not for the lack of attention, because Minho had definitely caught a lot of attention back in the beginning. Both from pretty, doe eyed girls with a tsundere or 'I can fix him' fantasy or self sabotaging twinks and producer hyungs with big egos who'd offer him coffee that he'd refuse saying 'I don't drink coffee' while holding a iced americano.

And back then that had been an example, a role model hyung who was so focused on his career that he didn't care about any horniness that came with youth. The only exception had been Seungmin, (and a makeup artist noona too, he remembered) with whom he'd bicker daily but everyone had agreed that had definitely been sexual tension until it just disappeared one day.

And now he was dating Jisung, who also started with annoying him, and the same would happen with Chan, if the scene the day before had any indication. So maybe Minho's type wasn't a gender or looks but rather a person who could fight with him?

When Jisung came out of his internal contemplation of Minho's sexuality, it was to Minho walking a step closer, his hand landing firmly on Han's neck, his thumb pressing into the soft skin. "Where did you go off to jagi?" he murmured, his eyes dark. "Did you like being called baby girl that much?"

The room was so quiet that Jisung could hear his own heart thumping in his ears. "Hyung, please," he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're in public."

Minho leaned in closer, his breath hot on Han's cheek. "And you still haven't answered any of the questions I asked. Do you really want to go out that much and have them see your pretty panties? Here I was trying to be nice, I'd have been your alibi, and assured them they fit properly, but since you don't want to be good, maybe I'll just go" he said turning to leave.

"Hyung wait, no, I'm sorry," Han stuttered, his hands reaching out to grab Minho's arm. He felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, his stomach twisting with anticipation of what was to come. He knew Minho had noticed his slip, and knew that Minho knew that he knew, and yet he was still playing dumb.

Minho paused, looking back at him with a raised eyebrow. "Well, answer me then?" he asked, his grip on Han's neck tightening slightly.

Swallowing hard, Jisung took a moment to gather his thoughts. He knew he was in trouble, and the thrill of it all made his palms sweat. "Hyung, I-I'm wearing panties, satin and lace panties," he answered, his face flushed red "And I liked being called that."

Minho smirked, his grip on Jisung's neck tightening. "Good boy, they're from Chan hyung?"

Jisung nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Y-yes."

Minho hummed, "Well, show me, I couldn't see anything before you covered up like a shy virgin" he said nonchalantly.

Jisung's cheeks burned even hotter, the flush spreading down to his chest his hands twitching slightly as he undid his pants again. He felt the cool air brush against his skin as he pushed them down just enough to expose the panties. "Here, Sir" he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Minho's smirk grew, his eyes lingering on the pink satin. He reached out, tracing the lace with his fingertips. "Very pretty," he said, , "But I can't see properly, come on, lie down on the bench." His hand slid down to the waistband of the panties, his grip firm. "Pull your knees up and apart."

Jisung's heart hammered in his chest as he did as he was told, his breathing shallow. The cool leather of the bench contrasted with the warmth of his skin as he lay down, his knees bent and spread. The position wasn't new, but the location was.

Minho stepped back, his eyes raking over him. "Very good, baby," he said, his voice dripping with approval. "But I need to make sure everyone gets to see a pretty sight like this."

He pulled out his phone, and before Jisung could protest, snapped a quick picture of him laid out on the bench. The camera flashed, capturing the pink satin panties against the stark white background of the dressing room. The fear of being exposed washed over Jisung like a wave, but it was quickly followed by a strange thrill. He knew Minho wouldn't actually show it to anyone, but the what if was thrilling.

Minho stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the lace again after sending the picture to Chan 'Thanks for the pretty sight' he captioned.

"Hyung, no," Jisung whined, at the little ping of the 'sent' notification.

Minho leaned in, his voice a low murmur in Han's ear, "You don't get to decide what happens now, baby," he said, the smirk never leaving his face. "But don't worry, I'll make sure to keep the picture safe, unless of course you're a naughty little slut who wants to be shared. Let's go now. You can take the pants off and we can tell them you felt a bit light headed, yeah?"

Jisung nodded, and pulled his own loose jeans back up after taking off the pants.

In the time they'd taken to come out, everyone except Hyunjin was already done. Considering the designer seemed to be fawning over him more than doing his job, no wonder she'd saved him for the last.
Minho's thumb absently stroked the skin at the base of his neck as Chan settled on his other side. "She was the same with Lix, those two have everyone wrapped around their fingers I swear" he whispered to Jisung.

Jisung looked at Hyunjin who was hunched over with shyness, palm over his face, but he didn't seem uncomfortable, just shy. None of the touches were inappropriate, and Hyunjin looked okay, so they let him have his moment.

He smiled at Chan, having everyone around and Minho taking charge even for a few minutes had done wonders for his anxiety, "Mhm, and you and Minho have all the subs wrapped around yours" he teased.

Chan's thumb stopped moving for a moment before resuming the gentle stroking motion on his palm. "I guess so," he said, his voice low. "But you're special. Felix has me and Changbin, same as Hyunjin, but you, you and Minho have been pretty separate for a while, but if you wanted Han, you'd have all the Doms, Minho for obvious reasons, me because you were the first Stray Kid for me, and Changbin, you were his first maknae, he'd fight me for you. Even the actual maknaes protective of you." He chuckled before continuing in English so that the staff would not understand what he was going to say.
"But luckily, the only thing our Hannie wants is some cock, isn't it? Doesn't matter which dom it is. You'd spread your legs as quickly for Binnie too, won't you?"

Jisung's cheeks turned a darker shade of pink at the thought, and he shook his head to deny. He was much more comfortable with the members than would be considered normal, and that was perfectly fine with him. The thought of being fucked by any of the hyungs was something he'd fantasized about often, but the reality was always more intense than the fantasy. And he knew, the changing number of people would more likely overwhelm him, but talking about it was still hot, especially with Minho, and now Chan, both of them having an expertise in dirty talk.
Chan knew that too, as did Minho, which why it'd taken them two years to even consider Chan.

Jisung huffed when Minho snorted at Chan's words, "It's okay honey, we know you talk big game. You may not be a slut, but you do love being called one, yeah?"

"No comment" Han mumbled in reply, Minho and Chan both laughing as they stood up. The manager rushed them to the next location, and thankfully neither of them teased him anymore. The photoshoot had gone smoothly, the clothing thick, and layered much to Jisung's relief.

The dance practice after that had been much more tiring, energy already sapped in spite of the coffee Chan had treated them to. But they had managed to revise all the formations and the picked up new choreo for the remix fairly quickly. At one point, one step in the pre chorus had gotten stuck, both Chan and Jeongin doing it correctly but for some reason Minho had insisted that it did not look right.

Felix had tried to say it that looked okay but one look from Minho had him shutting up. They had run the moves from the beginning once again, but Minho had stopped midway from frustration, because either everyone saw nothing wrong, or they couldn't identify what exactly was wrong. Felix had then made a video of Chan and Innie doing the step, and through the lens, everyone agreed that it did look awkward and wrong. They'd brainstormed for about 25 minutes until Minho had his eureka moment. He asked Hyunjin, who had the cleanest body lines, to do the step and recorded it, comparing it with the two.
The footage had solved it, it was the turning angle, I.N. had copied it slightly wrong, and Chan had been looking at him instead of Minho.

They'd both looked apologetic enough that Minho didn't scold them. Chan had kissed Minho's cheek in mock apology, making him yell in offense, before patting them all in comfort and sending them back to the dorm.

Everyone, except Jisung.

Chan's gaze had lingered as the rest of the group filtered out of the practice room, the echo of their laughter and chatter fading down the hall. "Stay back for a bit," he said, his voice low and authoritative. Jisung's eyes widened slightly, "I have some use for you" he said, walking towards the studio.

Chan unlocked the studio and turned on a few lights until the studio was dimly lit, the only sound being the faint buzz of the air conditioner and their own breathing. Jisung felt his stomach tighten with anticipation.

"Take off your pants," Chan ordered, settling in his chair, his voice a calm but firm leaving no room for argument.

Jisung's heart skipped a beat, but he complied, his fingers unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his legs. He stepped out of them, feeling vulnerable and exposed in just his panties and hoodie.

Chan's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of Jisung before him, his gaze lingering on the pink fabric. "Come closer," he said, his voice a seductive rumble that sent a shiver down Jisung's spine. Jisung took a tentative step forward, his legs wobbling slightly. "Good boy," Chan praised, his tone dripping with lust. "Now, bend over the couch."

Jisung did as he was told, feeling warm with need, gripping the couch's armrests for support. He could feel the cool leather against his bare skin. Chan approached him slowly, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. He placed his hand on Jisung's lower back, his touch reassuring and commanding all at once.

"Spread your legs wider," he instructed, his voice a gentle demand that sent a shiver of excitement through Han. Jisung shuffled his legs apart, feeling shy. He jumped slightly when he felt lips over the satin, Chan kissing his ass and the back of his thighs gently, before pulling down the panties to just below his ass, the waistband pressing his legs closer, at which Chan slapped his bared ass, the sting making him yelp. "Keep those apart, I know you have no problem with that" he chided.

Jisung was confused, any penetration was off limits for the week, so why Chan paying so much attention there, when his hand or mouth could be more useful instead?

But he knew better than to argue with a Dom, especially when they were in a playful mood. He spread his legs wider, the cold air making him shiver.

Chan chuckled, his hand moving away from Jisung's back. "Good boy," he murmured before his hand made contact with the bare skin of his ass again, this time sliding between his legs. Jisung gasped, feeling the sting of Chan's pinching his inner thigh.

"What are you doing, hyung?" Jisung's voice was a mix of confusion and arousal.

Chan leaned down, his breath hot against Jisung's skin. "I'm going to use your body to cum and then you'll pose for a picture for Minho like to be a good boy," he said, his voice a dark promise. His hand slid further up, reaching Jisung's cock, which was already leaking pre-cum onto the leather couch. He gave it a firm squeeze before releasing it, leaving Han panting.

Jisung felt a warm, wet sensation on his inner thighs as Chan spread something smooth and slick over his skin. He realized it was lube, and his eyes widened. "Hyung, what are you—" he started to ask, but was cut off by another smack.

"I told you, I'm going to use your body to cum," Chan said, his voice a low growl. "And I want to see if you are useful enough to even be borrowed for a week, especially when the only useful thing about you, your hole is off limits. So you are going to keep those slick thighs pressed together and tight so that I can fuck them like a pussy, and if it feels like a loose cunt instead of a fresh, tight one, I'll tie those legs up and then fuck my cock between them, hitting your thighs with each thrust so that you remember to keep those thighs closed tight...Maybe, I'll train you to be good enough as present for Minho to use on days like this" he contemplated.

Jisung felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment and desire at the same time, his body responding to the degrading words that turned him to a body made of parts to be used for pleasure that somehow turned him on. He nodded frantically, "I-I'll do it, I promise. I'll be tight hyung."

Chan chuckled, "Good boy, tight for what?" he said, before slapping his thighs once again, making him whine. He stepped back, unbuckling his own pants, his cock springing out thick and hard.

Jisung shivered from the praise as he took a deep breath. "Tight for y..your cock, hyung" he managed to get out, his voice shaking slightly.

Chan stepped closer, aligning his cock with the crevice of Jisung's thighs. "Imagine if it was your hole, me pushing in, stretching you open Hannie..." He pushed forward, the head of his cock sliding along the lubed skin. Jisung's thighs were clamped shut, and he gripped the couch tighter, his body trying to adjust to the unusual sensation. The feeling was foreign yet tantalizing, the friction and pressure building up as Chan pushed deeper into the tight space between his legs.

"Keep them tight," Chan warned, his hand coming down to slap Jisung's thigh lightly. Jisung complied, his breath hitching as he felt the head of the cock pop out the other side, below his own. He bent his neck down to peek between his own legs, whimpering when he saw the head between the flesh of his glistening thighs "Now, play with the tip for me," Chan instructed, and Jisung traced his index finger over the flushed tip, already leaking a milky white bead of precum at the top.

Jisung had never felt so...used before. And it was thrilling. He could feel his own cock pulse and twitch at the thought of being a toy for Chan's pleasure.

Chan's cock was slick with lube as he pulled out and then pushed back in against the inside of Jisung's thighs. He leaned back slightly to watch the show, his hand on the base of his cock, guiding it between the soft flesh. Chan groaned as he felt the pressure increase as the tip of the cock pushed back between the warm skin, Jisung's thighs massaging his cock as he set up a rhythm.

"Look at that," he murmured, his voice thick with lust, "you're doing so well baby, keep those legs tight." Jisung nodded, his cheeks flushing, focusing on keeping his thighs as tight as he could while also playing with the tip of Chan's cock. The feeling was unlike anything he had experienced before, the pressure building up until he was sure he couldn't take it anymore, and yet the pleasure was intense, making him want to push back onto Chan's cock.

He felt his own cock pulsing, the tip was sensitive and Chan's cock was rubbing the underside of his on each thrust, pressing against his perineum, stimulating his prostrate from the outside. He was dangerously close to climax just from this. He imagined Minho, fucking his thighs this way, he'd go faster, with less care for Jisung's pleasure unlike Chan, who was fucking him steadily now, stimulating his prostrate each time while his fingers on one hand played with his rim, teasing him with what he couldn't have, while the other gripped his hips to hold him steady.

Jisung's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt himself getting closer to the edge, his breath hitching and his thighs shaking with the effort to stay tight around Chan's cock. He could feel the pressure building, his legs starting to quiver as he neared his climax. "Hyung, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." He stuttered, trying to keep his thighs together as best as he could.

"Good, good boy," Chan encouraged, his voice strained as his own climax approached. He picked up the pace, his hips slapping against Jisung's ass as he fucked his thighs with increasing fervor. The sound of skin on skin and the wet, squelching noises filled the room, the scent of arousal thick in the air.

Jisung could feel his orgasm building, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. He knew the punishment would be severe if he came without permission, but the feeling was almost unbearable. "Hyung, I can't..." he gasped, his voice tight with need.

Chan's grip on his hips tightened, his movements becoming more erratic. "Hold it in for me, baby," he panted, his own release just moments away. "I'm almost there."

Jisung bit his bottom lip hard, his eyes squeezed shut. He could feel the warmth building in his belly, his cock throbbing painfully against his thigh. Each thrust was pushing him closer and closer to the edge, and he was fighting with every fiber of his being not to let go. "Hyung, please," he jerked, when Chan reached the hand playing with his pucker earlier to wrap around his cock instead. "I..I can't, not with your hand hyung, p..please..." he whimpered.

But Chan was in his own world, the frantic stroking of Jisung's cock matching the pace of his own thrusts into his thighs. "You will," he said, his voice firm. "You've been such a good toy so far, do you want me to tell Minho that he didn't train you well enough? Or maybe I'll just return you. Do you want that?"

Jisung's eyes widened with fear, the threat mixing with the pleasure until he was overwhelmed. Being returned wouldn't be so bad, they had gone longer without any form of sexual relief during busy periods, Minho had denied him any release for four days once, a week wouldn't be too hard.But Minho being told that he hadn't trained him well enough, that could only end one way. Minho wasn't as nice as Chan was. He was moody, and strict and a sadist to boot (that Jisung was a masochist who enjoyed it didn't matter). Minho would turn his ass red enough to make it hard to sit for a week, and then he'd edge him, because he didn't take suggestions lightly. And unlike Chan, Minho would only laugh at his pleading and crying, turn it into a humiliating game that would extend the number of times he was edged each time Jisung said 'please'. And when Jisung stopped begging, he'd say that he didn't seem eager enough to come and increase the number anyway. Because he was a bastard like that.

And the worst would be the disappointment. Minho wouldn't say it. He never did with the serious faults that Jisung was already feeling guilty for, knowing his penchant for self criticism (or maybe it was just trauma from the survival show, but they were all sensitive to the word disappointment). But Jisung knew he'd feel it in his bones anyway.

So he squeezed his thighs tighter together, ignoring the way his brain made the act feel like actual sex, the phantom of each thrust of Chan's cock between his own and the panties bunched up just below his ass echoing inside.

He was so close, he could feel it in his toes, his nails digging into the arm rest of the couch, his knuckles turning white. He decided to help Chan reach the end faster, to prevent his fate.

"Hyung," Jisung whispered, his voice a trembling whine, "y...you're so big, F..Feels like yesterday hyung. Like you're inside..." He knew Chan would like the reminder, and sure enough, he felt the grip on his hips tighten, the pace quickening.

"Fuck, yes," Chan groaned, "you're keeping it so tight, baby. Tell me more," he encouraged, his cock sliding against the sensitive slick skin of Jisung's thighs.

"Yesterday, when you fucked me," Jisung gasped, "It was...it was so good. I missed it. I..In the dressing room today, Minho hyung saw the panties and I made him mad, I wanted to be fucked then so bad, wanted hyung or you, right there in the studio" He was playing his role perfectly, the desperation in his voice genuine.

Chan's breath hitched, and Jisung knew he was close. "Tell me, baby," he urged, his hand moving faster on Jisung's cock. "Tell me what you wish I'd do to you right now."

"I wish," Jisung's voice was like a high pitched keen now, his body tense with the effort to hold back, "I wish you could take the panties off and fuck me, like you did yesterday, hyung. Wish we had no schedule..." he moaned, the words spilling out of him.

Chan's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing heavy. Jisung knew he was close, his own cock pulsing with every squeeze of the hand around it. And just as he said that, he felt the warm spurt of cum on his thighs, the sticky wetness mixing with the lube and his own precum.

"Fuck," Chan breathed, his cock jerking between Jisung's legs as he pulled out his phone, making a quick video of his cock disappearing between Han's thighs. He barely managed to toss the phone back onto the desk before he came hard, his eyes squeezed shut. Jisung felt a rush of satisfaction, knowing he'd pushed him to the edge, and kept his own orgasm at bay. His thighs were trembling now, the need to come almost painful, but he managed to keep still, his breaths coming out in shaky pants.

When he finally opened his eyes, he found Jisung looking up at him, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted. The sight was almost too much to bear, and he knew he had to give the boy his release. "Go on," he said, his voice still thick with lust, "Cum for me."

Jisung's eyes widened at the sudden permission, his body tensing for a moment before he let go of the control he had been holding onto so tightly. He came with a strangled cry, his thighs spasming around Chan's cock as ropes of hot cum shot out onto his stomach and chest, dripping down to the pleather couch. His body convulsed with pleasure, the intensity of his orgasm making his toes curl.

Chan watched him with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, his own cock still pulsing slightly as he pulled out of the tight space between Jisung's legs. "That was a good performance," he murmured, "Minho will be glad to know, hmm?" He stepped back, admiring the mess he had made of the younger boy as Jisung's knees buckled onto the couch.

Chan fell into his work chair, dragging it closer to the couch. Jisung looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes, his chest heaving from the aftermath of his orgasm. "Hyung," he whispered, his voice shaky and needy. He wasn't in subspace, but he still looked like he needed the comfort and touch. "Come here, Han-ah" he said fondly.

Jisung didn't need to be told twice. He scurried over, his legs still wobbly and sat in Chan's lap, letting him wipe his front with a towel before pulling up the panties as he buried his face in his neck. "Thank you," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric of Chan's hoodie as Chan wrapped his arm around him, rubbing his arm gently.

The Chan's touch was soothing, and Jisung felt his tension ease as he nuzzled into the crook of his neck. The scent of Chan's sweat and cologne was familiar and reminded him of safety, and he found himself craving more. He knew Minho would watch the video, and the thought made his heart race with excitement. He knew Minho would absolutely use the idea every time during comeback season.

Chan chuckled softly, stroking Jisung's hair. "You know, you'd be good at it too, just the way you're at everything else," he said, his voice still low and gruff with the residual arousal.

Jisung's cheeks burned even brighter at the compliment, even if he didn't understand it completely. "Good at what?" he asked, his voice barely audible against Chan's neck.

"No schedules?" he reminded. "Just stay at home, getting filled for mine or Minho's pleasure," Chan said, his voice a low rumble. "A sex pet for us to keep at home and fuck our frustrations into after a long day, you could stay plugged, all day long, waiting for us to come and fuck you, yeah?"

Jisung's breath hitched at the thought. "T..That was just random rambling..." he tried to excuse.

"No, it wasn't," said Chan, his voice still lazily stroking Jisung's body even though his hand had stilled on his arm. "It was your honest wish, wasn't it? Or were you talking big game again baby?"

Jisung's heartbeat fastened. The idea of being a sex pet was a heady one, something that made his stomach drop in the best kind of way. To have no purpose or task other than to be fucked and used for pleasure. "I..I don't know," he admitted, shyly.

"It's okay, you don't have to decide now," Chan said, his hand moving to Jisung's thigh. "But think about it. I can tell Minho if you're too shy, he could train you, make you perfect for it."

Jisung's cock twitched at the thought, "Do what you want..." he mumbled, avoiding the answer.

"Good boy," said Chan accepting his non-answer, his hand squeezing Jisung's thigh before he let go. "Now, let's clean up and go before Minho wonders what's keeping us from dinner. And then you two can discuss your pretty performance" he sand as he made Jisung stand up, going to grab some water and tissues to wipe off the sweat and fix their clothes.

Jisung nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "D..Did you send it already?" he asked. He knew that Minho would be watching the video later, and he was sure that the older would have something to say about it. He hoped it was something good, Jisung wasn't ashamed of the fact that he liked praise.

"Yeah," said Chan, tossing the towel into the laundry basket. "But don't worry, I'm sure he'll love it." He grinned, "It's not every day his little slut gets to show off like that." He looked back into the text app, the tick had turned blue, Minho had already seen the video.

Jisung felt his cheeks heat up again. "Hyung, I'm not..."

Chan rolled his eyes, "You are a slut, but we like it, and you should be proud of it, like my Lixie is. He'd get spanked for denying anything, you know. Good thing he doesn't make a habit of it like you, if I say he's a good slut then all he replies with is a lovely 'Yes, Daddy. Your slut.' Because he's good like that. You...on the other hand, need Minho. You admit it after Minho fucks that bashfulness out of you. But I'm sure he likes it, likes you being a brat."

Jisung felt his cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "He'd be hypocritical if he didn't like me being a brat," he murmured, taking the water bottle from Chan and drinking greedily, trying to ease the dryness in his throat.

Chan chuckled, picking up his phone and his bag, turning the lights off one by one, "He'd be, wouldn't he? Minho is a brat too." Jisung trailed out behind him, letting him lock the studio. They took a quick taxi back home, where Minho and everyone else was already at the table. Minho gaze was searing, having a sure of idea of what they'd been doing to get held back, if not exactly. Chan dumped his stuff on the couch, going to Felix and catching lips in a kiss which quickly turned deep until Seungmin threw a grape at him to make them stop. Jisung briefly wondered how Felix handled Chan's libido alone before everything but pushed the thought out to hug Minho, who chuckled and started complaining about being busy setting the table but pressed a kiss to his forehead nonetheless.

Dinner went quickly after that, everyone eager to get back to their own room to have some time alone before sleep. Chan pulled Felix into his, and the rest filed into their rooms too and in the next few hours, the house was asleep.

Minho saw the video and made Jisung watch it too, and then sucked Jisung off as a reward for his embarrassing but detailed retelling of how Chan fucked his thighs.
And if he stuffed those damn satin panties into Jisung's mouth as a gag to keep him quiet while doing so to prevent waking everyone up, no one was going to know.

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The next four days passed similarly in a blur of rehearsals, interviews and recordings, each day ending with Chan fucking his thighs and then either jerking him off or making him cum with a blowjob before heading back to the dorm for dinner, where Minho would be waiting.
He made him recount what happened in the studio, making him cum again everyday before bed. Minho went to bed hard every night. Jisung had offered, but Minho had refused, saying he wanted to take his time when they'd finally had the chance.
During the days, Jisung was always aware of Minho's eyes on him, the silent promise of what was to come once they had some privacy. And privacy was a luxury in the dorms, especially during a comeback week. But every time he stumbled or missed a beat, every time Minho had to correct him, the anticipation grew heavier, a delicious weight that made his heart race and his dick throb.

On the fifth day, their schedule ended early, sky still bright, the hour hand still between six and seven. Jisung started heading to Chan's studio, not needing to be prompted anymore. Chan followed him, but instead of joining him on the couch went to the locked drawer and took out a silver-grey card after entering the code. He slipped the card into his pocket before coming to Jisung and offering a hand, "Not today Han-ah, let's go."

Jisung's eyes went wide, "But hyung," he protested.

"Not today, baby," said Chan, his voice distracted as his phone pinged with a notification. "We have other plans" he said typing something in reply before tugging Jisung out of the studio and locking it quickly.

Jisung's mind raced with confusion, his eyes wide as he looked at Chan, "Other plans? But...but we always come here after work, hyung I'm tired!" he whined, "What other plans?!"

Chan just shook his head at him, his grip on Jisung's hand firm. "Later," he said, pulling him towards the parking lot. Jisung stumbled after him, feeling a sprinkle of irritation at being dragged around like a ragdoll. What was he so focused on, was this a surprise or something? Chan rarely got into moods like this unless he had sudden inspiration for a lyrics or something, but Chan had been weirdly distracted all day, looking towards his phone constantly, and now he had plans? Jisung huffed, curiosity eating him up.

They got to the dorm, Jisung having spent the entire ride pestering Chan to reveal his secrets. He had not replied and only continued to look a weird mix of determined, satisfied and anticipating.

Out of the van and into the place they called house, Chan let go of his hand. "One hour," he said, pointing at the clock. "Shower, eat lightly, get dressed. Something that looks good...sexy but not uncomfortable. And wear your collar." He disappeared into his own room, and Jisung felt his stomach flip. What was happening?

He took a quick shower, scrubbing himself clean, the warm water doing little to ease the tension that had coiled in his stomach. He picked out a pair of loose black jeans, not his tightest pair, not even close, but it had rips that went up to his lower thigh, showing a lot of his lean legs. He debated for a moment before choosing a black tank, knowing it would make arm movement easier while the exposed arms would be sexy. He picked up a random assortment of silver earrings for his three piercings along with a simple bracelet.
The collar felt cold around his neck as he clipped it on, the simple black leather one with a silver ring in the centre to which Minho had found and attached a little silver cat charm.

He stepped out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, his eyes scanning the fridge for something quick to eat. He grabbed a banana, peeling it with jittery hands, the fruit slipping in his grip. He took a bite and leaned against the counter, trying to calm his curiosity and nervousness.

The house was eerily quiet, Jisung felt his heart race as he chewed, realising that everyone else other than him and Chan were out. How had Chan managed that? Then his mind jumped to the silver card Chan had taken from the safe. He pulled out is phone, typing silver card into Naver. Disappointingly the only thing that turned up was a few foreign bank websites, one silver jeweler, a few silver game card sets listed for sale. Nothing Chan would keep locked up.

Then his mind played out different scenarios of Minho's reaction. Minho probably didn't know that Chan was taking him out dressed like this. Would he be happy to see him dressed up like this later, when they came back? Or would he be upset that he didn't get to decide his outfit? They didn't really have that kind of lifestyle, Minho was usually chill outside of bedroom but he indulged Jisung by choosing his outfits, saving him from the anxiety of having to decide himself.

Just as he was about to toss his phone onto the counter in frustration, he heard footsteps. He swallowed the last bite of his banana, turning around to see Chan.

And there was Chan, dressed in his usual black, looking like he could be walking off a photoshoot set. His eyes went wide when they fell on Jisung's outfit, his face breaking out into a wide smile. "You look perfect Han, like a very sexy thug" he said, his voice excited for the first time today, "Perfect for what I'm hoping to achieve."

Jisung felt Chan's excitement, his eyes scanning over his own outfit again, before turning to Chan. He was dressed in black loose jeans too, but his had lots of pockets but no rips. But the eye-catching part of his outfit was the top. Because he wasn't wearing any.
He had a cropped black denim jacket on, accented with silver buttons, which were open, exposing his entire chest and waist. He had black boots on unlike Jisung's white sneakers.
Chan was wearing an assortment of rings in his left hand and a simple silver stud in one ear, but nothing on neck or his right hand.

Chan looked intimidating. Jisung loved it.

"Come on," Chan said, his hand outstretched, and Jisung took it, feeling the electricity of excitement arc between them as he was led through the quiet dorm. They headed out, the night air hitting Jisung's bare skin and making him shiver.

Chan had already called for someone to drop company vehicle, it was a inconspicuous sedan, tinted windows, nothing luxurious, but comfortable to drive. It was boring, nothing to catch anyone's eye, which was why they often used it for their dates. Chan took the driver's side leaving Jisung to ride shotgun, which he didn't mind, because he didn't know where they were going yet.

The drive took them around twenty mins, through the business district to the other side of the Han river, in Itaewon.

Jisung had only been to Itaewon at night once, when Felix and Changbin had made a plan to experience nightlife, and fixated on the place as the epicentre of queerness in Seoul. It was always bustling with foreigners and young locals looking for fun. It was like a whole different world compared to the polished sights of Gangnam.

Chan parked in front of a pitch black building, which was a hotel Liquid Silver' the silver letters on the hotel front read, even the polished glass doors were tinted black. It didn't look anything luxurious, but amongst the flashy lights and hustle bustle of Itaewon, the place looked positively reserved and refined. There was no crowd in front of it, it stood on a quieter road, quite a few cars parked in front of it, covering the entire street. Jisung thought he spotted a few luxury ones, but he couldn't focus on it because then Chan was fixing a ornate silver mask around his face.

"We need to wear this," he said, passing one to Jisung. It was light, but covered half of his face, the mask was a sleek black with silver detailing around the eyes and a silver chain attached to it, which was meant to hang around his neck. He slipped it on, looking at himself in the car mirror. He felt like he was going to a masquerade ball. This was getting more confusing.
They walked into the hotel and Chan finally pulled the silver card out and offered it to the receptionist, who took it and noted something from it to her computer before accompanying them to the elevator and using the card as a key before going back to her desk. Once they were inside and Chan pressed the button for the doors to close the elevator started going down. The walls of the elevator were mirrored and Jisung watched his reflection with the mask on, looking like a shadowy figure. When the doors slid open, they stepped out into a hallway of what must have been the basement, that was painted a deep shade of purple, the lighting dim and the walls adorned with painting of flowers, each frame having one flower. The carpet under his feet felt plush and the air was cool, with a faint hint of leather.

As they moved forward Jisung could hear the some light, groovy music getting louder. Chan turned to him as they walked into the open space, filled with people, some of them chatting on couches and a few sitting at the stools by the drinks counter. Few of them seemed to be grooving to the music in open area around the small stage, which was empty before Chan called him to attention.

It would have been a normal sight, a simple club, if Jisung hadn't seen a young man wearing rabbit ears, a leashed collar around his neck, kneeling by a woman sitting on the couch, in a red lace lingerie set, her heels as high as Jisung's surprise. She was petting the man kneeling at her feet causally, as if he was an actual pet.
And the pair wasn't the only one dressed like debauchery around the place.

"Anyone talks to you, you tell them you're not interested, yeah? If they insist, tell them you're here with a Dom" Chan said, "The collar should keep most away though" Chan mumbled, making Jisung gape.

"H..Hyung? What the fuck." Jisung whispered panicking, "Chan hyung, fuck, is this a sex club?!"

Chan chuckled nervously, "In a way, yes. It's a kink club, Han. Welcome to Liquid Silver."

Jisung continued staring at Chan for a few minutes before his brain caught up with the confirmation, "Bang Chan, you bastard, you motherfucking idiot, hyung, shit." He gasped, getting angrier, "Minho's going to fucking kill me." He pushed Chan, not to hurt but finding no way to express his mixed feelings, "Minho hyung's gonna be so mad when he finds out, a..and I'm dressed like this, fuck. He'll go nuts, Chan hyung! Why are we in a BDSM club?!"

Chan rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish, "I, look, we're not here to play, okay? I won't do that, without telling Minho, and I dressed sexy too!" His voice went higher at the end like it always did when he was trying to justify himself.

"So you're telling me Minho hyung's not going to be mad when he finds out about this?" Jisung asked blankly.

Chan laughed, slipping a grey coloured rubber bracelet around his own and Jisung's wrist. "No, he'll definitely get mad, but not for the reasons you think. That was why I didn't tell you anything before, I didn't want you to end up in hot water with Minho. And I can handle him being angry at me."

Jisung's brows scrunched, "Me..in hot water? Why would you be in a problem, you don't answer to hyung..."

Chan sighed, "Look I know he said to not dig into it, but I couldn't let it go, so I, well I knew some people who Minho was with in BTS's sunbaenim's background crew, and few of them are in JYP now, so I met up some people, and texted a few." he stopped rambling to turn Jisung towards the right side of the room by his shoulders, where a man in a tan leather jacket was sitting at the drinks counter, chatting with the bartender, who looked to be frowning.

Chan leaned down by Jisung's left ear, pointing to the guy with his chin to whisper, "I found out, that the guy who pushed Minho into subspace and left him to drop, right here, in one of the rooms at this club, is that bastard, right there. Kang Seungmin."

Jisung's eyes narrowed behind the mask, the anger mixing with the coldness that was seeping into his skin, "You're kidding me, hyung."

"Nope," Chan said, his voice firm. "And that's why we're here."

Jisung felt a mix of shock and anger boil inside him as he stared at the man in the leather jacket, his heart hammering in his chest. He recognized the type; someone who thought they could get away with anything because of who they knew or who they were.

"What am I allowed to do?" Jisung asked quietly.

"Just go flirt with him a bit, he gets off on messing with new, inexperienced guys, he'll try something similar with you, try to push you into subspace or something like that, except that you don't really go into subspace with anybody other than Minho Han-ah, so you'll stay alert, tell him something you're comfortable with as a limit then and when he tries to push that boundary, you can scream for help, I'll get the dungeon monitors, they know me, they'll will handle the rest." Chan said, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and determination. "We're going to get him banned from this club, Jisung. Then, we'll see if Minho wants to revisit."

Jisung nodded, his heart racing as he stepped away from Chan, trying to play it cool as he approached the leather jacket man. He felt too angry to pull this off, but he wanted to try.

The man looked him up and down, a predatory smile playing on his lips as he leaned back on his stool, "You're new here, aren't you?"

Jisung tried to play it cool, his heart racing beneath his mask. "Yeah, just looking around," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady as the conversation continue on a few mundane topics, innuendos sprinkled inbetween.

The man's smile grew, and he slid closer after a few minutes. "I can show you around, help you explore, if you like," he offered, his eyes raking over Jisung's body. "I've got a private room upstairs."

Jisung's heart skipped a beat, but he managed to keep his cool. He gave a small nod, letting his voice drop to a seductive purr. "I'd really like that, hyung" he said, his eyes locked onto the man's.

The man's smile grew wider, and he slid off the stool, gesturing for Jisung to follow. As they walked through the dimly lit hallways, Jisung's nerves tightened with every step. The music grew faint, the only sound now was the click of their shoes against the cold floor.

The private room was small, but well-furnished with a iron bedframe, plush mattress and various BDSM equipment lining the walls. A blue light cast a cool glow over the space, and the scent of leather and faint musk hung in the air. With Minho, the vibe would have felt perfect, now, it just felt menancing. Jisung felt like he was the not horny, first person to die in a serial killer horror story.

The man locked the door behind them and turned, his eyes glinting with anticipation. Jisung took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall, his hands casually in his pocket. It felt hard, to pretend to be Dom after so long. He had to stay in control, had to get the interaction they needed without letting this creep know.

"We don't have to worry about who's going to be in charge if you're up for some fun? You're a Dom too, yeah?" the man asked, moving closer. Jisung could see the hunger in his gaze, and the mocking in his last words, as if he was just humoring him.
It made him want to punch him in the face.

Jisung smirked, playing along, "Yeah, I am, but we can just get some fun, no need for a scene." he said, his voice a seductive purr that didn't quite match the anger bubbling inside.

The man took the bait, stepping closer, "Mhm, and if it feels good, we can just adapt, there don't have to be any fixed limits. I don't like rigid limits anyway. Tell me your name?"

The entire statement felt wrong, any bastard who didn't like limits wasn't good.

Jisung played along. "Call me J," he said, his voice low and even.

The leather-jacketed man stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace Jisung's collarbone as his other hand wrapped around his wrist. "J, huh?" He smirked. "Cute. Tell me, Han Jisung ssi, does Minho-yah still pretend he's a Dom?"

Jisung's eyes widened in alarm. His cover was blown, how did the bastard know? Had he recognised them right from the start? He tried to jerk away, but the man's grip was too strong. Before he could react, cold metal clicked around his wrist, and he was handcuffed to the metal bar that was the fancy handle on the door. Panic surged through him, his heart racing as he realized he had underestimated the situation.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jisung snarled, his voice shaking with a mix of carefully hidden fear and anger. He struggled against the restraint, but it was no use; the cuffs were tight and unyielding. The man just chuckled, leaning in close, his breath hot on Jisung's neck.

"Well, looks like you're the fighter in your relationship, at least Minho knows his place now. Handcuffed and scared and still in control, whereas all poor Min had needed was a few words and my hand around his throat just once. And he thought he was a Dom" he scoffed.

Jisung felt a wave of anger wash over him, "You fucking bastard, don't talk about him!" He pulled at the handcuffs, trying to ignore the dread that was building in his stomach. The man's touch was repulsive, a stark contrast to the warmth and care he was used to from his hyung. He tried to kick him in the shin, but the man was too careful.

"Oh, so you do have a backbone after all," the man said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's too bad for you that your little act isn't going to get you out of this." He moved closer, pressing himself against Jisung. "Does Minho know his Dom is bored of him and playing with others out here? That too with his bandmate? And his ex? You've got guts Jisung ssi, I'll give you that" he chuckled.
Jisung realised that the man didn't know his actual intentions. He thought he was actually here with Chan. Did he think Chan was his sub?! From what angle could anybody presume that?! Or maybe he's just used to thinking with his dick instead of his brain, Jisung thought annoyed. The man traced the edges of Jisung's mask. "Minho used to be such a jealous little sub, he was too polite to show it of course, but I could tell. Too much in control always to act like a proper submissive."

Jisung's cheeks burned with humiliation and anger. The way he talked about Minho and submissives was so vile. Jisung felt disgusted on both of their behalf. "He was not a sub, especially not yours, you don't know shit about Minho hyung," he spat.
The man's eyes narrowed, "But I know enough to make you squirm, don't I?" He leaned closer, whispering in Jisung's ear, "Tell me, should we give Minho a call?"

Jisung's breath hitched at the thought of Minho knowing about all of this. He had to get out before things went further south. "Fuck you," he growled, trying to keep his voice steady. "You don't know shit."
The leather-jacketed man chuckled, his grip tightening on Jisung's jaw. "I know enough to make him drop like a rock, just like I did before. And now, I can make sure he never plays with you again. Maybe he'll come back to me, when I tell him how his lovely Dom is cheating on him at a BDSM club with his leader. I can understand your predicament though, he scares easily, you can never try anything new with him, I had gotten bored too."

Jisung's eyes flashed with anger, "You're wrong, he's not scared of you, and he's not coming back to you. Ever." He jerked his head away, the sensation of the man's fingers on his skin making him want to retch.
The man leaned back, his eyes cold, "We'll see about that," He pushed the fingers holding his jaw between Jisung's lips, using his other hand to hold his jaw open as he fucked the fingers into his throat.
Jisung felt his stomach drop. This was not what he signed up for. He had interviews, he couldn't fuck up his voice, and he didn't like it, this felt bad, and wrong. Jisung didn't think he wanted to be brave anymore. He wanted no part of this crawling vermin in his body. "No," he tried to say firmly, "Let go, I'm not playing with you," but it came out muffled.
The man's smile grew, "You'll learn, it'll be fun. You know, you look too pretty with your mouth full, just like Minho on his knees backstage."
Jisung tried to bite down on the fingers, but his grip on his jaw was too tight to clamp his teeth.

The man's expression grew smug, "You know, after that night, I tried to call him, to apologize," he said, his voice casual, as if he was discussing the weather. "But some other boy picked up, his name was the same as me, Seungmin. He said JYPE would sue me if I ever talked to Minho again. I didn't bother calling back, Minho was always so... boring anyway. Too skittish."

Jisung was surprised at the mention of Seungmin's name, so he knew too, at least he definitely knew something. "Minho hyung isn't boring," he said, his voice muffled by the fingers in his mouth. "He's strong, and he's moved on. And you're just a sad pathetic excuse for a man."
The man's grip tightened, his thumb pressing against the side of Jisung's cheek, pushing harder into his mouth but he pulled his fingers out. Jisung saw his chance "And you know what, Minho hyung is a much better Dom than you'll ever be, and you know why I can say that?"
"Because I'm his sub, and Minho's my Dom, not the other way round" he said, his voice smug. "Because it's his fucking collar I've been wearing everyday for the past 3 years. Because it's him I've called 'Sir' every fucking time put me in subspace with a single word, unlike you who's had more than 30 minutes with me, and here I am, still aware and conscious and clear headed. You are fucked, and after today, you'll never get to do what you did with Minho and the others."

The man's eyes widened, his smug expression slipping for a moment. "You're lying, Minho's not a dominant, he's just a little bitch who needs to learn how to keep his legs and hole open for actual Doms, like a good little sub." he spat.
And Jisung lost his cool. He pulled his head back and headbutted him as hard as he could. He smiled with satisfaction when he heard the crack. There was blood running down the bastard's nose as he stumbled backwards.
"Minho is a little bitch. Because I fucking enjoy it, especially when he keeps fucking me to oversensitivity with his big dick even when I beg him to stop. Unlike your pathetic little cocklet, he actually knows how to use his dick. Do people even feel yours go inside?" Jisung sneered.

"I don't fucking believe you!" Kang yelled as he frantically pressed a handkerchief to his nose. He leaned aggressively, pushing Jisung against the door, making the handle dig into his back. He winced internally.

"Why wouldn't you? You're the one who couldn't tell that Minho's the one in charge, not the other way around," Jisung said, his voice filled with a newfound confidence that made the man's eyes narrow. "You're the one who's been watching us for so long, you'd think you'd know better. Still so obsessed with him, aren't you?"
"And why would I lie?" Jisung continued, his voice calm. "You think you're so clever, but you didn't even realize the collar I was wearing at first wasn't just a fashion statement, it's a symbol that I'm a sub, Minho's sub. You've built a fantasy, but people have their own own preferences, they are not dolls for you to mould and throw a fit over when they don't play like you want."

The man's eyes narrowed, his hand going to his pocket, he pulled out an actual phone, perhaps to call Minho. A phone which was definitely not allowed inside the club according to rules! This vermin was always testing limits. And this time, Jisung knew he had him. He took a deep breath and screamed " S..Stop! Help! Red!", slamming his shoulder against the door he was cuffed to.

If he knew Chan, he'd be standing right outside. The walls were soundproofed, the door was not.

Jisung heard the lock turn and he started his act, "Red! W..Why do you have a phone!" He cried all teary and submissive, in a pathetic mixture of Korean and English "P..Please, don't make a video, please don't do this!" The door swung open and a dungeon monitor rushed in, his expression a mix of shock and concern at the sight before him. The leather-jacketed man's eyes darted from Jisung to the newcomer, and he took a step back, his hand hovering over his pocket where his phone was.

"Is there a problem here?" The monitor's voice was firm, cutting through the tension like a knife.
Jisung took a shaky breath, his eyes still on the man, he couldn't look at Chan until this was done "Yes," he said, his voice quivering with a mix of fear and hidden anger. "He had a phone, and he was... He was hurting me, cuffed me when I said n..no" he lied, hoping that the mention of the forbidden device would be enough.

Both Chan and the dungeon monitor realised that Jisung had been cuffed to the door they'd just pushed open, which was why he was now half on the floor and half hanging by the metal cuffs biting into his wrists.

"What the fuck is going on here?" the Chan bellowed, his eyes scanning the room for any other signs of trouble. "Is he allowed to have a phone inside a play room?!"

The dungeon monitor's expression grew stern, "No, absolutely not. That's a clear violation of the rules. We need to report this immediately." She knelt in front of Jisung gently, "I'm going to come closer and touch your wrists to remove the cuffs, okay?" she asked, expecting a scared sub. Jisung sniffled and nodded.
She unlocked the handcuffs, and Jisung's relief was palpable as he slumped forward, finally realising how scared he had been underneath all the bravado.

Chan stepped in, his eyes blazing with rage, his hand around the leather-jacketed man's neck. "What the fuck did you think you were doing?" he roared, his grip tightening. The man coughed, trying to break free, but Chan's strength was unyielding.

The monitor cleared her throat, "Sir, I'd ask you to refrain from any physical retaliation if you don't want to get involved in the paperwork, please let me and the guards handle this, you'd rather stay with your friend I think."

Chan's grip didn't loosen, "I'll rip your throat out, if you cause any more trouble. I'm sure Hybe would be quick too, to rid itself of such problematic backup crew. And JYPE already hates your guts. Keep your job and get out of the business of messing with newbies in the scene." he hissed into his ear before letting him go.

The man stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear and anger, "You think you're so much better? Enjoy the sloppy seconds. I don't want a whore for a sub anyway" he spat.

Jisung watched in slow motion as Chan stepped closer, reeled his fist back and hooked him right across his jaw, catching his nose again. Rest in Piece, that nose Jisung thought gleefully. Chan's voice was low and dangerous, "Better than you? No. But I do know that consent and respect is key, and you've clearly forgotten that. Now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind and flatten your entire face this time."

The leather-jacketed man glared at Chan, his fists clenched, but the threat in the leader's eyes made him think twice. He knew he was outmatched and that the club had zero tolerance for such behavior. He spun on his heel and stormed out of the playroom, cradling his jaw and slamming the door behind him. The sound echoed through the silent space, making Jisung flinch.

"We will need a moment, can I get some water for him?" he nodded towards Jisung. "And, please ensure this doesn't happen again."

The monitor nodded, her eyes flicking to Jisung with a concerned gaze. "Of course, I'll get the water and inform the management about the incident. We take these matters very seriously. We have aftercare room, it's much calmer and pleasant, maybe J-ssi would perhaps prefer that?"

Jisung nodded, his legs feeling wobbly as he tried to stand. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice hoarse. Fuck, Minho would immediately clock him.

The woman nodded, looking very apologetic, "I'll ensure this goes down as self defence, in case he tries to complain about that very satisfying right hook" she said a little proudly before leaving.

Once they were in the aftercare room, a small, dimly lit space with plush couches and blankets strewn about, Jisung ate the few crackers Chan had fed him and took a few sips of water, hating the way anything in his mouth reminded him of the fingers. He curled into the nearest couch, his eyes squeezed shut. The scent of lavender and chamomile filled the air, intended to soothe, but all it did was remind him of everything that had just transpired.
"Jisung-ah, are you okay? What happened?" Chan's voice was gentle as he knelt beside him, a bottle of water in his hand.

Jisung took a deep breath, his eyes snapping open to meet Chan's concerned gaze. "I'm fine, almost" he said, his voice raspy from the man's earlier intrusion. He took the water again gratefully, sipping it down to ease his dry throat.

"But what happened?" Chan asked, his eyes searching Jisung's. "I know we agreed that we'd do something so that he pushes boundaries but, how did it turn serious? God, he had a phone. This would have been a big mess if he realised who we were. Picture of such things are always risky, with us, it'd have been disastrous."

Jisung scoffed, "He knew. He fucking knew."

Chan sat up straight, "What do you mean he knew?"

For the first time since the whole drama Jisung felt rage, "He knew who we were right from the start!" he yelled, "Knew who I was, knew I was here with you, knew that me and Minho are together! He...fuck, he used my surprise to cuff me to the handle, and then started about shit about Minho, like it was some kind of fucking bragging right," he spat.

Chan's face went pale, "But, no one knew about this Han-ah."

Jisung took another sip of water, his hand shaking slightly. "Apparently he does. He talked about Minho, about...about what he did to him, he was so bitter Chan hyung, you don't understand, if he does this to most newbies who're naïve enough to trust him, why was Minho special? He's obsessed." Jisung's voice cracked a little, voice still rough. "It's almost like it's personal, like he had to prove that Minho was inferior somehow."

Chan's expression grew thoughtful "I think I have an idea. Minho was younger, more handsome, and he's so talented, they were both dancers but then Minho debuted with us, and you know, not to brag, but Stray Kids did get kinda big Jisungie, maybe this was the only thing he could focus on to make himself feel better than Minho?"

Jisung nodded, his throat tight. "But it's not right, it's not right to treat anyone like that, especially not Minho hyung. B..But that might explain some things, he thought I was the Dom, kinda trying to take credit for making Minho hyung realise his proper place" he laughed a bit, "Because Minho being a Dom, with a long time sub, would be the proper slap in the face after what he tried. Minho hyung is everything he couldn't become, successful and happy. He even ignored the collar I'd been wearing in the start."

Chan wrapped a strong arm around him, "You did well," he said, his voice firm. "You played it perfectly, and the phone was a gift in our lap."

Jisung leaned into the embrace, his heart still racing. "Yeah, it was when I told him that Minho was in charge between us that he went off rails, he wanted to call Minho and tell him I was here. He thought I was cheating on Minho, with you," he chuckled.

Chan couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his throat, "Cheating with me, his best friend? That's rich."
Jisung's eyes sparkled with amusement, "I know right? I played along, it was kind of fun actually," he grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"You're a natural," Chan said, his own smile growing wider. "But, you're okay, right? That was pretty intense. Also, he already had blood on his nose?"
"I'm fine, just a bit... overstimulated?" Jisung said, his voice filled with a mix of humor and trepidation. "And, yeah, that was blood, I headbutted him" he said sheepishly "I'd do it again, to be honest. And that right hook, that deserves a medal."
Chan flushed, his body language getting awkward with the compliment. "Yeah, naur. I just lost my cool." Jisung laughed. "And now he's banned from here forever and on watchlist at the other two clubs in Seoul, what do we tell hyung anyway?"

They sat in companionable silence for a moment, the tension of the situation finally dissipating. The aftercare room was a stark contrast to the playroom, the soft lights and soothing scents creating a cocoon of safety around them.

"You know what we should do?" Jisung said, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "We should tell Minho hyung about it, how we tricked him."
"Oh no," Chan chuckled, "We would need to do some heavy editing before we tell him everything but maybe he'd like to hear the story," he mumbled.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" Jisung whined, nuzzling into Chan's chest. "You can be the hero that saved me from the big bad dom. I don't think Minho hyung would like that I was in a closed room with Kang though" Jisung realised nervously.
As much as they were feeling victorious, they both knew Minho could very well flip his shit at them for meddling. Minho was a guarded person.

The ride home was filled with Jisung recounting every little detail of the encounter, his voice shaking slightly. But the shaking now was less about the traumatic experience and more about the thrill of telling his story. It was like he was recounting a battle victory and not a near assault.

Jisung got out of the car waiting for Chan to turn the engine off before moving towards the lift. He pressed the button for the 7th floor as soon as Chan was inside.

"Ah hyung! Did you know he called Minho later, on that day, to apparently apologise?" Jisung said.

"He did?" Chan was intrigued.

"Yeah, and apparently, Seungmin picked up, did you know the bastards full name is Kang Seungmin? Anyway, Minnie picked up hyung's phone and threatened him with a lawsuit if he ever tried to contact them again."

Chan's eyes widened, "What? He did what?!" he gasped, "That means he knew?!"

"Yep, apparently, he's known all the time, makes sense why he's always onto Minho's case, teasing him whenever it's an unknown number, our Minnie was keeping watch, guard puppy," he giggled.

Chan couldn't help but laugh, the image of Seungmin, their polite, yet surprisingly sharp-tongued member, playing the protective role was priceless. "Guard puppy, indeed. I'm surprised he didn't just tell Minho. Usually he's all about honesty and communication. What happened to your voice though? I didn't think you screamed much? I was waiting right outside."

Jisung's cheeks flushed, his hand clenched around the fabric of his pants. "Well, I didn't scream much, it just happened, maybe it's the stress" he murmured, his voice dropping low.

Chan's eyes narrowed, something was off, something was definitely off. "Han, are you being completely honest?"

Jisung's face went paler, he'd almost forgotten about that "I...I didn't scream much. It's just..."

Chan studied him closely, "Jisung-ah? Jisungie, did he touch you? Baby? It's okay, tell me please?"

Jisung took a shaky breath, he was almost wheezing, his eyes closed as he shook his head. "Hyung, he... he used his fingers," he gasped, trying to breath before clenching his teeth shut and pressing the heel of his palms on his eyes. "I...In my mouth. M..Minho hyung, he'll hate me, I...I let him touch me," he said as if having a realisation. "Fuck, hyung, I hated it, Minho hyung, M..Minho hyung, what if he doesn't want me? I went behind his back, he'll be angry" Jisung stumbled, his knees folding under him as he curled into the corner of the lift and then the bell dinged, telling them they were on their floor.

Chan knew that he was panicking a bit, Jisung was having an anxiety attack and he was just standing uselessly. When his brain caught up he quickly knelt in front of Jisung, taking his hands in his. "Han-ah, I need you to breath, its okay, everything's okay, you didn't go behind his back, it was my plan, and you didn't want Kang-ssi to touch you? Why do you think Minho-yah will be mad at you, aegi, please breath, can, can you match my breaths? One, deep breath, exhale, two, inhale, now exhale, good job, you're doing good, just match me yeah?"

He exaggerated his own breath.
“In… one, two, three—hold it… now out—one, two, three.”

“Breathe with me, yeah? Just copy me, no need to worry, nothing to be anxious about Han-ah, it's just me and you here,” Chan soothed.

When Jisung started to breath a bit more regularly, Chan relaxed a bit, pulling him into his arms, leaning against the wall of the lift, and pulling him onto his lap, cradling him.

"Look at me, Jisungie," he said, his voice soothing. "You're okay. You're safe. You're with me and Minho loves you. Nothing bad happened. You didn't do anything wrong." He stroked Jisung's hair gently, trying to soothe him.

Jisung nodded, his eyes wet with unshed tears. "But w..what if Minho hyung gets mad? I was bad" he whispered, his voice small and scared in a way it hadn't been through the entire ordeal.

Chan tightened his hold, his thumb brushing the tear that slipped from Jisung's eye. "You were not bad, you were brave and smart. And if Minho gets mad, I'll handle it, okay?" he promised, his voice firm and reassuring. "But I don't think he will, he'll be more upset with the situation than with you, Jisungie."

The lift doors reopened for the third time since reaching their floor and Jisung stood up, legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. He shook himself a bit, feeling a bit like a naughty child returning home. Chan held his hand, letting him paly with his fingers as they made their way down the hall, each step bringing them closer to their flat. He knew Minho would be there, probably waiting for them at the dinner table. He felt so tired.

When Chan unlocked the door, the apartment was eerily silent. Tomorrow was supposed to be lighter schedule, so why wasn't anybody in the living room, gaming or anything? Was everyone asleep?

But then, the sound of rustling fabric from Minho's room reached their ears, the soft glow of light spilling out into the hallway. Jisung felt his stomach clench.

Chan leaned towards him to whisper, "Do you think it'd be better if we changed before talking to him? These outfits are kinda scandalous..." he suggested rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Jisung nodded, "Yeah, Minho's already in my room I think, I'll just take something from Hyunjin's room." They both scurried down the hallway, avoiding the light from Minho's room. Having quickly changed, Jisung slipped into Chan's room, who was in last stages of removing his makeup.

"Let's go?" he whispered, his voice still shaky.

Chan nodded and they both approached Minho's room, Jisung's heart beating like a drum in his chest. He knew Minho could be intense, but he also knew that he loved him and would understand, right? They knocked softly, and the sounds stopped. The door cracked open and Minho's eyes were slightly red but his expression was a blank canvas.

"Hyung?" Jisung called out tentatively.

Minho wanted to believe that the photo was fake, but the sight of them both looking so nervous only confirmed his suspicions.

"You guys took your time in the studio today" Minho said, a bit more casually.

Jisung swallowed hard, "Yeah, we had some issues with the mixer," he replied instantly before his tongue could catch up on the fact that 'the truth' had been the plan. Was it a reflection of his character that he'd lied so instinctively, or was it the years of media training? It felt like another thing he'd been bad with currently.
Chan was looking at him confused and wide eyes, his face going through a range of emotions. Were they going to lie? I thought we were going with 'the truth'? What is even their story. Were they really going to hide today from Minho?!

Jisung wanted to laugh at both, Chan's face and their eminent demise. Apparently, being put on the spot was not a situation they both handled well. "What?! I..I panicked, okay? We'll tel-" he blurted out before Chan slapped and palm over his mouth.

"Heh, Min, can we come in? I..I mean me and Jisungie wanted to talk to you," Chan cleared. Minho just sighed and went to sit on his chair that he had by the window. For the first time, he looked upset. He looked like he was upset and trying not to show it.

Jisung felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He had never seen Minho look so...so...so anything really, not since before they'd started getting along. Also, they hadn't even said anything yet, so why did he look upset?

They walked in, and Jisung couldn't help but feel a bit like he was walking into a trap. "Minho hyung, I, uh..." Jisung stumbled over his words as he saw Minho's phone on the desk, The display was still on, a picture open. Both Chan and Jisung didn't even need to look closer to recognise the setting. They'd spent the same evening there. He felt a cold chill run down his spine. Minho knew.

Minho looked up at them, his expression unreadable. "You guys had fun at the studio? Chan hyung got the interior renovated pretty fast it seems." he asked, his voice flat.

Jisung's heart sank, Minho knew. He knew everything. He knew that they'd gone digging behind his back, into his past that he'd requested they leave alone.

"H-Hyung, I-" Jisung began again, but Chan cut him off with a firm hand on his arm.

"Minho," Chan started, his voice calm and steady, "we need to tell you about something. But before that, please believe me when I say that Han really did not know anything about this."

Minho's eyes narrowed, his grip on the chair tightening, "What do you mean, Chan-ssi? Jisung got dressed up because he didn't know where you were going, or did he not realise that you collared him, in a fucking kink club? What part did he not know about?" His voice was tight, barely concealing his anger and possessiveness.

Chan's eyes widened, his voice pitching higher in confusion. "What, no! It wasn't like that, what are you talking about?" he protested, but the words caught in his throat as he saw the accusation in Minho's eyes.

Minho slammed his hand on the desk, the picture on the phone screen rattling. "Don't play dumb with me, Bang Chan-ssi," he snarled, his voice laced with hurt and anger. And that lack of familiarity, 'ssi' instead of 'hyung' hurt more than Chan could explain. "I have the picture, the two of you at that club, dressed like you were going to fuck each other's brains out. You putting a collar around my sub. In public. Did you forget to mention that just now? Or was hiding in the studio not fun enough for you anymore, wanted an audience, did you? Let's fuck Minho's boyfriend in front of everyone behind his back while he plays housewife cooking dinner and waiting for you!" Minho's voice wobbled at the end.
Jisung realised exactly what had happened, Kang fucking Seungmin had built a false context and sent Minho a photo, exactly like he'd been blabbering about.

"Minho hyung, it's not what you think, I promise, let us explain, you'll understand." Jisung tried again, his voice quivering with anxiety back in full force.

"Han's right Min, I know whatever he said along with the picture sounds wrong, and what we actually did isn't completely right either, you'll see if you let us explain, but what actually happened is not as worse as what you believe.

"Jisung didn't know where we were going, I took him there to confront Kang Seungmin-ssi, to scare him off, not to... to... do what you think we did," Chan rushed his words out.

Minho's face fell, his hurt dissipating a bit, but the anger remained. "You went there to confront Seungmin hyung? How did you even know know him?" he whispered, his voice tight.

"Well," Chan began, his voice still shaky and awkward from the confrontation. "I had a... friend in the BTS crew, they knew who you used to hang out with, and when I mentioned it, they were kind of... helpful in giving me details," he admitted, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I asked someone and found out about the club, to be honest, I had no idea of what we were going to do, but then Jisung came and we planned to get him removed from the club..."

Minho looked at them, his voice carefully blank again. "What did you do?" he asked quietly.

Chan took a deep breath, "Well, we went there, and I thought Jisung could get into a playroom with him-" Minho's eyes widened "a...and when he tried to push boundaries, I'd be right outside and have a monitor catch him! And get him banned!" Chan rushed out at Minho's increasingly displeased expression. "But I swear, Minho, we didn't plan on playing, we never played, the collar, I was taking it off, you know how Seungmin-ssi-" "Stop calling him Seungmin" Minho interrupted, "Just call him...whatever. I don't want to associate Minnie with him." Chan blinked and then nodded, "Yeah, it has been throwing me off too. So, he doesn't really go for subs, so I took Han's collar off" He trailed off, looking at his lap.

Jisung took over, "Yeah, and in the room nothing really happened, though he had already recognised us and managed to cuff me, said some stupid things, but he had another phone that he didn't locker up at entry! So I called 'red' and the dungeon monitor caught him with it! And threw him out..." he said, his voice much more hopeful.

Minho was looking at them both, his expression a mix of shock and anger. "You didn't tell me," he said, his voice low and tight. "You didn't tell me what you were planning. I told you guys to not bother with it!"

"We know, we're sorry," Jisung said, his voice earnest. "But we couldn't just let him get away with it, hyung. He hurt you. And he was going to do it to others too. And he didn't forget you, it wasn't as easy as we had hoped. He recognised me and Channie hyung, because he'd been following Stray Kids, obsessively, he also knew me and you were together."

Minho's eyes flashed with anger and uncertainty. "There were others? He did the same thing?"

Chan nodded, feeling his throat tighten. "Yes. He has a habit of going after new guys, especially if they're idols, because they can't complain or make an issue out of it to preserve their images. Minho-yah, it wasn't your fault, never. You didn't make him leave. He's just a shitty person."

Minho's expression softened a bit, the anger fading into sadness. "But you guys could've gotten hurt. What if he turned violent? He's got a temper. You were reckless."

Jisung stepped closer, placing his hand on Minho's shoulder, finally touching him. "We knew the risks, hyung," he said softly. "But we had to do something. We couldn't just let him continue to ruin experiences. And he was more in danger from us than otherwise I think. I wish I got Channie hyung's punch on video, it was priceless." he chuckled.

Minho looked at Jisung, his expression a mix of emotions "Chan hyung did what?!, and then he burst out laughing. "You guys are fucking ridiculous," he said, his shoulders shaking. "But also... I'm kind of proud."

Jisung grinned back, "It was a good punch, I swear. He didn't see it coming. I wanted to suck hyung off as a reward instantly."
Chan relaxed, seeing that Minho wasn't angry anymore and flushed red at the praise.

Minho's laughter slowly morphed into a smirk, "You're both lucky it worked out without any bruises, except for the one on his face," he said, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and annoyance. "But, you're right, I'm proud of you guys. That took guts." He reached out to squeeze Jisung's hand, his thumb tracing gentle circles over his knuckles. "But next time, tell me your plans. I don't want to see either of you hurt because of that asshole."

Chan nodded before smirking as he watched Jisung squirm on the spot, a bit antsy. So what if he wanted to get praised by Minho too?! "Not just a bruise Min, his nose was bleeding eve before I came in. Our Han Jisung, head butted him, while he was handcuffed and at his mercy. I don't know whether to be impressed or exasperated at his lack of survival skills."

Minho couldn't help the burst of laughter that left his lips, the sound echoing in the room and bouncing off the walls. He hadn't heard something this absurd in a while. He wrapped his arms around his stomach as he continued laughing "You...head butted him? While you were handcuffed?!" he asked, his eyes red and watery with laughter.

Jisung nodded, his cheeks red. "I didn't know what else to do," he replied, his voice muffled by his shirt. "It was just instinct. And the cuffs were why I had to use my head, I tried to kick him first!" he whined.

Minho's laughter grew louder, turning into a full-blown cackle. He couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed this hard, and it felt surprisingly good. "God, you two are something else," he said, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "But seriously, you have to be more careful. What if he had hurt you?"

Chan nodded solemnly, the corners of his mouth still twitching from the last remnants of his laughter. "We know, Minho. We're sorry we didn't tell you, but I knew you would want me to let it be, but I really couldn't. I tried to ignore it, the whole week. I even had a milder plan, just mess with his plans and daily life a bit behind the scenes, and like. But he was an asshole to everyone. Plus, we had a solid plan. Almost, a semi solid, almost solid plan. Jisung might want to tell you something though."

Jisung gulped nervously "It wasn't anything serious..." "I'll decide that" Minho said, cutting him off." Jisung nodded. "W...While I was handcuffed...he, uh, he did something."

Minho's smirk disappeared, his expression turning serious. "He did what?" He snapped.

"W-Well," Jisung stuttered, "He...he tried to...I mean, he put his fingers...in my, mouth." He admitted, his cheeks burning. "But I...I tried to bite," he rushed to add.

Minho's expression immediately darkened, his hand tightening around Jisung's. "What?!" He demanded, his voice cold and furious.

"I'm okay," Jisung rushed to reassure, "He didn't continue for long. I tried to bit down hard, but his grip was kinda hard, so it didn't work, but it was okay" Jisung tried to lighten the mood, but the rambling gave away his nerves.

Minho's eyes narrowed. His mind was racing, the fear for Jisung's safety overriding the humor of the situation. "Baby, Hannie-ah I...Fuck. Fuck. I...It's not your fault, okay? I'm not angry, even though it was reckless. But yeah, I wouldn't have expected him to recognise us, i..it's okay, yeah. You're still mine, you're back, that's all that matters" he said standing up from his chair and pushing Jisung flat onto the bed and climbing over him. He gathered Jisung's wrists in one hand a bit roughly, and pressed them above his head. Jisung winced slightly but didn't mind, it felt grounding. Minho leaned closer, their breaths mingling "As for this mouth, I can just claim it back again" he said before capturing Jisung's lips in harsh, buzzing kiss. Minho lips were claiming, teeth on his bottom lip that made him whine, the tongue bullying his way inside his mouth as if trying chase away any foreign remnants.

Jisung felt a surge of relief, his body melting under Minho's touch. The anger in the kiss was reassuring, it told him Minho wasn't mad at him, but at the situation. It was like he was staking his claim, marking him as his again, and Jisung's body responded with a desperate need for more. He arched into Minho's touch, his hips moving instinctively, looking for friction.
Minho paid him no attention but continued to bite and suck his way across his neck making Jisung hiss. "H...Hyung..." he whined but Minho cut him off with a harsh grab on his hair jerking his head slightly, like naughty puppy.
"Shut up" Minho said.
"You, are not allowed to use this mouth until I've claimed it back, unless it's important for your or somebody else's safely, or if it is the host or the staff at the interview tomorrow morning. Otherwise, you keep you mouth damn shut and wait for Hyung to use your mouth, yeah?"

Jisung nodded eagerly, his eyes glazed over with arousal. The dominance was heady, and it was exactly what he needed. Minho's teeth sunk into his neck, and he felt the sting of pain followed by the warmth of his tongue soothing the bite. Jisung moaned, his body squirming under the pressure, his cock hardening even more.
"Good boy," Minho murmured, the praise sending a jolt through Jisung's body, making him whine.

He let go Jisung's hands and hair, running gentle hands over his torso, as if physically assuring himself that Jisung was safe and here.

They retired to bed early that night, the anticipation for the coming rest making birds flutter in his stomach. The comeback season was finally ending, and with it, the relentless schedule that had them on their toes for weeks. Just one more interview and then a week-long break lay ahead of them, and Jisung thought a little violence was a perfect way to pre-game for the break.

Jisung's break the next evening started with a kiss, and it wasn't from either Minho, or even Chan.

It was from Seungmin when they told the group what they had done and how Jisung had headbutted 'the asshole with the unknown phone number' and made him bleed.
And if Felix baked him weed brownies to celebrate with in a secret maknae line sleepover, no one had to know.