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Seokjin and Jungkook were an anomaly in the industry. The youngest and oldest who seemed to be the same age. A relationship so special, so strong that everyone had something to say about it. However their relationship has also always been misinterpreted by most. Some ARMY even have really dumbass definitions. The media too labeled them incorrectly. Even their own company likes to push the “older - younger” “Tom and Jerry” agenda down everyone's throat.
No one knows the true nature of their relationship. Maybe that’s a good thing. No one would believe it anyway. No one would believe how Jungkook is Seokjin’s pretty doll. His pretty perfect whore. His and his only.
Sexually deviant behavior was common in the K-Pop industry. Having a group of young men, living in such close quarters, with little to no female interaction, under such tight scrutiny would drive anyone crazy. So to have different sexual deviant practices within a band was normal. There was nothing off the table. Of course it depends on the band and its members. The prevalence of this was an industry wide secret that everyone knew off and spoke about in hushed whispers. It kept the artists from exploring other potentially dangerous options because NDA’s expire & at the end of the day silence could be sold for a good enough sum of money.
BTS was no different but they also were. Usually it was taken for granted that the younger members would be given submissive roles while the older members took the role of the dominant. In BTS as mentioned it was a little different. First on coming of age at 18 the members were given a year to decide if they even wanted to be a part of whatever arrangement the band was into. Then at 19 if they decided to join with the band's bedroom arrangements they had to make a choice about the dynamic they were comfortable with. No one was forced into an arrangement. Everyone had free will except for once an agreement was signed. Still there were semi-annual reviews and changes could be made or you could choose to get out of the arrangement you had initially chosen for a different arrangement or no arrangement at all, seeking gratification - the normal kind - outside the band. Being contractually obliged to only indulge in vanilla sex so that nothing could reflect badly on the band and the company if things went south with the third party.
BTS sure were soulmates for most part because the present dom’s loved pretty things and all indulged in dollifying their subs. The dom’s being Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin and the sub’s being Namjoon, Taehyung and Jungkook.
When you have dreams of succeeding in the K-Pop industry you know of all the unseen crap floating in its underbelly. Jungkook knew what he signed up for. Yes he’d been attracted to Namjoon’s thighs but then he’d seen those thighs adorned in fishnets spread across Yoongi’s lap one day with a tiny skirt that barely covered Namjoon’s ass as he bounced on Yoongi’s lap with his head thrown back in pleasure. He’d been equally horrified as well as aroused on watching his role model being called pretty names and treated so lovingly. However, before he could witness anything else Seokjin had found him and taken him back to his room. Jungkook couldn’t sleep though, thoughts and images creeping into his dreams. He’d finally trudged to Seokjin’s room, scared he’d find Seokjin with someone, surprised to find him alone. “I can’t sleep.” He’d said and Seokjin had smiled at him and made space for him on the bed even letting Jungkook cling to him till he was asleep.
Seokjin never used his hyung card in public. He didn’t even use it when playing around with the boys. However when it came to their bedroom arrangements there was a silent hierarchy within the four walls of the dorm and Seokjin was the mathyung then. He didn’t lord his hyung card over the others or abuse its power in the form of hoarding subs or taking away others' time. He just wasn’t the one you wanted to piss off. Seokjin was always careful of what was described around Jungkook till he was underage. When he turned 18 Jungkook would be given the mandatory lecture of what BTS does. That didn’t mean Jungkook didn’t know. He knew that other than Namjoon, Taehyung was also his hyung’s doll. He knew they would spend the night in any of the others’ beds with one or multiple hyungs. When called they would leave. When in the dorm they would dress as told, behave as told, speak when told, eat when told. Jungkook knew he didn’t have to indulge in the lifestyle but he’d also been told by others outside the band how those who shunned the lifestyle were generally shunned by their band too. Jungkook loved his hyungs, he didn’t want to be shunned by his hyungs. But he didn’t want to be shared among his hyungs either. He only wanted one hyung. His Jin hyung.
Jungkook was never sure what Seokjin’s arrangement truly was. Whenever he made his way to Seokjin’s bed, which was often, Seokjin’s bed would always be empty. Did Seokjin have an arrangement outside the band? Did he use the other dolls during the day when Jungkook was too busy to notice? Jungkook never knew. Secretly Jungkook had the dumb notion that maybe Seokjin was waiting for him. Maybe when he came of age Seokjin would choose him and keep him. Not an entirely foreign notion but not common either. There was something about Seokjin’s aura. It was dark but safe. Jungkook had found himself blushing multiple times when Seokjin would tell him how well he’s sung or danced. Or how beautiful he looked when dressed for award shows or just in pajamas. When the company had begun pushing the “You need to have a muscular body” narrative on Jungkook he was horribly disheartened because he thought losing his soft boy charm would make him unattractive to Seokjin. But Seokjin surprised him by encouraging him to go, telling him, “You’ll look so good with a six-pack.”
Little did Jungkook know his dumb notion was true. Seokjin was waiting for Jungkook. Jungkook was the light to Seokjin’s dark. The rationale to Seokjin’s deranged. The white to Seokjin’s black. The yang to Seokjin’s yin. Seokjin wanted to own him, break him, mold him, love him. As much as he was the oldest he’d never indulged with the other dolls even though he was given first dibs. He’d let the other boys devour them without question. Seokjin never liked to share and he didn’t intend to share Jungkook. It’s just that no one knew that yet.
When Jungkook turned 18 he got to spend a week with his family after which he was taken to a conference room where there were the managers and senior executives who looked at him like crocodiles ready to swallow him whole. Just as the man who identified himself as a lawyer cleared his throat to start the meeting the door swung open and in walked Seokjin much to Jungkook’s relief. Seokjin smiled warmly at Jungkook and proceeded to sit right beside him, giving everyone else an icy cold smile. As the lawyer explained everything to Jungkook he extended his hand under the table entangling his pinky with Seokjin’s. It helped him stay grounded as all this new information was thrown his way. “So Jungkook-ssi. You get a year to decide if you would like to be a part of this lifestyle. In this time you can explore other options.” the lawyer said giving Jungkook a big smile that made him feel sick. When he looked around he noticed all the men were giving him a smile just like that. Till Seokjin cleared his throat. Once they were the focus of his stare no one smiled.
“So what have you decided Jungkookah? Will you join us?” Hoseok asked Jungkook a month later. He’d been asked constantly about this topic by the dolls and by Yoongi and Jimin who were also not subtle about how desperately they wanted to own him. Jimin went as far as ‘playfully’ saying he couldn’t wait to destroy him. The only person who didn’t push this topic was Seokjin. It was six months down the line that there were rumors about Seokjin having a separate arrangement outside of the band. It broke Jungkook’s heart when he found out but then he came back from practice one day to see Namjoon and Taehyung huddled out of Seokjin’s bedroom where the others were having a discussion so he hid too so that even the dolls didn’t notice him. “I’m just going to see a couple guys to see if there's a potential doll I'd be interested in Hoba.” Jungkook heard Seokjin say. “Who would you like? Who’s your ideal doll hyung?” Yoongi asked. “To be very blunt, Jungkook. But he’s not ready & I'm not forcing him.” Seokjin said. That night Jungkook contacted the lawyer stating that he was ready and that he wanted to be a doll.
The next day when the boys were informed Seokjin had stared at him hard before walking up to him and taking his face in his hand looking him right in his eyes. “You really want this? You still have time Jungkookie. Are you sure?” Seokjin had asked and Jungkook nodded his head. “We never gave Namjoon or Taehyung a choice, preferring to break them all together minus Jin hyung of course but since you didn’t take the whole year consider this your reward. Who do you want to be the first to break you?” Hoseok asked Jungkook, giving him a heated smile. Jungkook breathed in and out feeling his heartbeat in his ear before he walked up to Seokjin extending his hand, intertwining his pinky with Seokjin’s while the others gasped. Seokjin only looked at Jungkook, noticing how he was slightly shaking, not sure if it was fear or anticipation. Seokjin then pulled Jungkook closer, smiling slightly at him as he bent down to place a chaste kiss on his lips before taking Jungkook’s arms and looping it around his neck. “Jump.” Seokjin commanded and Jungkook did so wrapping himself around Seokjin, while Seokjin placed his hands on his ass. “So hyung when do we get him?” Yoongi asked. Seokjin felt Jungkook’s hold tighten, he felt how he’d gotten a bit rigid. “Never.” Seokjin said feeling Jungkook nuzzle into his neck, feeling his body relax. “What the hell does that mean?” Jimin asked. “It means he’s mine and only mine. I never fucked with any of your dolls. If any of you fuckers dare to touch him there’ll be hell to pay.” Seokjin growled and everyone in that room voluntarily took a step back due to the force of his command. Saying so he took his doll to his room and slammed the door shut. There would be no discussion. There would be no debate. There would be no argument. Jungkook belonged to Seokjin.
Once inside Seokjin took Jungkook to bed. Sitting on it, getting comfortable leaning on the headboard, having Jungkook still wrapped around him. He didn’t say anything, just let Jungkook stay there till Jungkook didn’t pull back on his own looking at Seokjin. The way they were positioned Jungkook was straddling Seokjin, still dressed in his big hoodie and oversized pants. He looked so unsure, so lost. Seokjin wanted to be so fucking mean but this was Jungkook he couldn’t have done it even if he tried.
“Let’s get you all washed up okay?” Seokjin said as he made to get off the bed, pulling at Jungkook lightly trying to get him to stay on the bed. But he also felt how Jungkook clamped his thighs a bit. “Kiss.” Jungkook said quietly and Seokjin smiled, tipping his chin up and giving him a quick chaste peck. “I’ll kiss you properly after we get ready for bed.” Seokjin said firmly when he saw a pout forming on Jungkook’s face. Jungkook knew better than to try and argue. He had decided to be Seokjin’s doll. They were in the dorms where certain rules - that he still didn’t know - applied. He didn’t want to get punished even before they started.
“Stay here.” Seokjin said as he got off the bed and Jungkook stayed right there as he heard Seokjin hum a tune while filling the bathtub. A strange electricity buzzed through him even though this was so very mundane. When Seokjin next came to him he held him by his hand, taking him to the washroom. They didn’t talk much as Seokjin did all the work. Only small commands. “Hands” when he wanted to take Jungkook’s shirt off. “Hmm” when he wanted him to step out of his pants. As he stood there just in his underwear Jungkook’s whole body blushed. His stomach, chest, neck, face, ears were all a pretty shade of pink. “Take it off.” Seokjin commanded and Jungkook sucked in a breath. Seokjin stayed where he was observing silently. Was this a test? How was Jungkook supposed to respond? Was he taking too long? Just then Seokjin clicked his tongue and Jungkook took his underwear off so fast he almost tripped. “Careful” Seokjin admonished as Jungkook stared at the floor, hands moving aimlessly as if his brain was fighting with itself to cover his most private parts as Seokjin just stared. “Let me look at you love.” Seokjin said and Jungkook forced his hands to remain at his sides. The inspection made him shiver. “Aish my pretty baby” Seokjin said moving ahead and hugging Jungkook “It’s okay…you’re doing so well.” he praised as Jungkook nuzzled in. “Go on, enter the tub and sit down. I put special oils in the water. It’s good for your skin.” Seokjin said as Jungkook tiptoed into the hot water.
Seokjin sat outside the tub. He shampooed Jungkook’s hair and was now using a loofah to go over his body. His back, behind his neck, his arms, his thighs, his chest all while avoiding his nipples and intimate parts. It bothered Jungkook, he wanted Seokjin to touch him. Over the past couple months Taehyung had told him how the night he accepted his role Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin had pounced on him as soon as the door had closed. Unconsciously Jungkook started moving so that the loofah would brush past his nipples or his little cock. He was successful too managing to get the loofah to brush against his nipples once making him gasp. But then Seokjin stilled. Jungkook knew he messed up.
The rest of the shower was mechanical, Seokjin rinsed off the soap all while having his jaw slightly clenched, eyes looking bored. “Out” Seokjin said once Jungkook was soap free. As he stood there dripping on the mat, Seokjin surprised him by turning him around to face the mirror and then by saying, “Bend over” Jungkook almost wanted to say “Here?” but he shut up holding the sink a bit and bending over in a way that his ass stuck out. He was trying to decide how to brace himself wondering was Seokjin going to fuck him now when he yelped on feeling the first slap on his ass.
“Count” Seokjin commanded as a surprised Jungkook looked at him through the mirror. “O-one” Jungkook said before he felt “T-two…T-th-three…t-ten” he gasped confused. Eyes crying, body tingling, lungs gasping, cock chubbing, ass stinging. They still maintained eye-contact in the mirror. “Do you know why?” Seokjin asked, face hard as stone, his large hands massaging Jungkook’s red cheeks. All Jungkook could do was nod. He knew where he’d gone wrong. But this was all still new. He was embarrassed more than scared. He tried to keep it in but a broken whimper slipped past his lips and Seokjin’s face softened. “Come here my love” he said as Jungkook turned to hide in his neck, sure Seokjin’s clothes got wet but he didn’t seem to care. Hiccups and whimpers coming out louder than he liked as Jungkook tried to regulate his breathing. “Shhh…It’s okay…” Seokjin said, pulling back to look at Jungkook's face. “Next time…” but he didn't have to finish his sentence because Jungkook was nodding his head side to side, something that made Seokjin smile and place a kiss on his forehead before he pulled at the towels and wiped his doll down. “Brush your teeth. I’ll get you your clothes.” Seokjin said and stepped out. When he stepped back in, Jungkook was all done still with a towel around his waist and one around his shoulders. Seokjin, who’d changed into PJ’s, walked in with something shiny in his hands. “ I wanted to gift this to you when you made your decision but since you already decided I guess here you go.” Seokjin said, handing Jungkook a set of beautiful black silk booty shorts and camisole with a pretty lace trim. Jungkook smiled, quickly getting dressed, wiggling at the feel of soft silk on his still stinging ass cheeks. “Does it hurt too much? Was hyung too hard on you?” Seokjin asked as Jungkook said a quiet “No.” smiling brightly.
They were in bed now. Jungkook dwarfed under Seokjin as they kissed. Seokjin firm and determined to Jungkook’s soft and unsure. Jungkook gave no resistance as Seokjin’s tongue tasted every inch of him. He stayed pliant till Seokjin was satisfied, ending the onslaught with little pecks that lingered. “You’re so pretty. So precious.” Seokjin said trailing kisses down Jungkook’s neck. “You’ll let hyung break you right? You’ll let hyung fuck you? You’ll let hyung use you whenever, right?” he asked as Jungkook bit his lip to stifle a moan, still he nodded his head in a yes. “To-tonight?” Jungkook gasped as Seokjin bit his neck. Seokjin huffed a laugh pulling back and looking at Jungkook, “Not tonight baby. But don't you worry I’ll mold you just for my cock. Nothing will ever replace me. You’ll never want anything.” he said with such fierceness that Jungkook gulped. But Seokjin lowered himself so that their foreheads met. “Tell me Jungkookie. You trust me right? Entirely?” Seokjin asked, looking right into Jungkook’s eyes. “Yes…entirely.” Jungkook said and Seokjin’s heart soared. The world could go to hell. Seokjin wouldn’t care. He had Jungkook.