Chapter Text
Taehyung and Jungkook had made a mistake. Or, really, a series of mistakes, with the measurement of just how much a mistake the mistake was increasing exponentially with each one.
They snuck out of bed (strike one), out of the apartment (strike two), to go to the corner store in the middle of the night (strike three), getting snacks that were not on their currently-strict diet plan (strike four), and hung out with one of their trainee friends til two in the morning (strike five), all without even leaving a note (strike six). When they finally decided to go home, they were met with Namjoon, Seokjin, and Yoongi waiting for them in the living room.
Taehyung took one look at them—their crossed arms, stern frowns, furious eyes—and didn’t need to be told. He silently stripped down, folding his clothes carefully as he did so, knowing that stepping out of line in any way would not end well for him. He saw Jungkook do the same out of the corner of his eye, already sniffling. He glanced up once he was completely undressed, unsure who was first, and didn’t hesitate to lay across Namjoon’s lap as soon as he indicated to do so.
Jungkook reluctantly laid over Seokjin’s on the other end of the couch. “Jin-hyung—”
Jin frowned and grabbed a fistful of Jungkook’s hair, pulling it painfully and forcing him to meet his eyes. “Don’t you dare. Thirty, every word you say is another five.”
Jungkook let out a little sob. “Please—”
“Thirty-five.” He let go of Jungkook’s hair and roughly pushed his head down, ignoring his whine.
“Same goes for you,” Namjoon said above him. “Thirty. Extra if you speak.”
Taehyung swallowed and nodded, closing his eyes and resigning himself to his fate. He was still shocked when the first spank landed, gasping a little and covering his face. He heard Jungkook do the same as Seokjin started, and they knew it was not about to be a perfunctory act. Taehyung kept up a miserable count in his head, tears quickly springing to his eyes the longer they went on—he had a horrible, sinking feeling that thirty was not going to be the end of it.
He was quickly proven right when Namjoon reached thirty and waited for Seokjin to reach thirty-five, both of them ignoring Jungkook’s sobs. They didn’t give them time to recuperate before Seokjin hoisted Jungkook up, Yoongi meeting him halfway and dragging him over his own lap.
“Thirty,” Yoongi said grimly. Jungkook let out another wet sob.
Seokjin just looked at Taehyung as he got off Namjoon’s lap, and Taehyung didn’t need to be told. He walked over on shaky legs and laid himself across. He didn’t realize he was hoping for praise for his obedience until it didn’t come. He couldn’t help but glance up and felt his stomach turn when he met Yoongi’s eyes from the nearby armchair and saw nothing but cold neutrality.
They were going over all of their laps, then. And they were saving Jungkook and Taehyung’s worsts for last.
Seokjin and Yoongi exchanged a look before beginning, Taehyung thankfully was able to hold his tongue and keep from begging, but Jungkook was having an extremely unlucky day, and couldn’t hold back. He racked up fifteen more from Yoongi, who, without a doubt, had the harshest hand, with “Please!” and “Hyung!” and “I’m sorry!” Even as he stayed silent except for his helpless sobs, Seokjin didn’t give any kind of indication that Taehyung was doing well. Even though he knew he didn’t deserve it, it still bit at Taehyung’s eager-to-please heart.
He lost count of Seokjin’s blows, his bottom stinging sharply. He couldn’t help but flinch and try to cover himself at one point and Seokjin reacted immediately, grabbing his wrist tightly and pinning it to his back.
“That’s five,” Seokjin said grimly, and delivered the final seven to his most sensitive sit spots with devastating accuracy. Taehyung could do nothing but listen to Yoongi finish Jungkook’s round with the same ferocity.He used the extra time over Seokjin’s lap to gather himself as much as he could.
While they all belonged to each other, and Taehyung and Jungkook especially belonged to all of their hyungs, Jungkook was Namjoon’s almost as much as Taehyung was Yoongi’s. Taehyung was Yoongi’s puppy—sweet and playful and obedient and good, and he was not any of those things right now. When he deserved it, Yoongi was loving and doting and benevolent; Taehyung did not deserve it tonight. He wasn’t sure when he would again.
Taehyung glanced up and met Yoongi’s eyes again, and he froze at the icy look Yoongi was giving him. Sobbing harder than before, Jungkook got off of Yoongi’s lap and was tugged onto Namjoon’s, and Taehyung could hear the stern talking to he was giving him, but he couldn’t process the words. Yoongi leaned back in his chair and stared at him expectantly, but Taehyung couldn’t force himself to move until Seokjin laid a loud, insistent smack to his thigh. With a yelp, Taehyung stumbled off of him and kneeled in front of Yoongi.
He wasn’t sure why he kneeled instead of going over his lap, but it seemed like the right thing to do. He looked up at him with teary eyes, his nose red and running from crying, trying to project as much remorse as possible. He didn’t try to beg out loud, knowing it would just earn him even more, but he had to try to be good. He almost thought it had worked until Yoongi leaned forward and grabbed his chin in one hand, using the hold to shake his head.
“I am very disappointed in you,” Yoongi enunciated slowly, voice deep.
Taehyung began to sob in earnest at that, and Yoongi dragged him bodily up with a bruising grip on his upper arms, positioning him over his lap.
Taehyung saw Namjoon position Jungkook through his tears and found he was grateful to have Yoongi as his disciplinarian this time—Namjoon had Jungkook upside down, with his legs on either side of Namjoon’s shoulders, giving him full access to Jungkook’s ass and his sensitive pussy. That was the only way to really get to Jungkook, they had found. Give him a lasting lesson on the most tender part of his body and he wouldn’t be too awfully quick to repeat the behavior. However, even just in a normal over-the-knee position, being over Yoongi’s lap was just barely more forgiving in comparison.
Taehyung couldn’t help but notice that neither Yoongi nor Namjoon told them how many they’d receive, and apparently, both of them knew better than to ask. He felt Yoongi lift his arm and wasn’t surprised when the first strike landed, but it didn’t help with the pain, and Taehyung whimpered. It was only the first one, and Yoongi would not be going lightly. Still, he heard the sharp slap of Jungkook’s first, right over his soft pussy, and he winced in sympathy more than in pain at his loud yelp.
He lasted thirteen more, sobbing loudly and trying as hard as he could to not beg or flinch away, before he tapped frantically on Yoongi’s leg. Yoongi stopped immediately, urging Taehyung upright. “Tae—”
“Need a minute—” Taehyung choked out, straddling Yoongi’s lap carefully and burying his face in his neck.
Yoongi wrapped his arms around him carefully, cradling and making sure he didn’t brush against Taehyung’s sore bottom. “Do you need to be done?”
Taehyung knew that, if he said yes, he did, Yoongi would listen, but he also knew he would feel let off lightly, and that wasn’t something he could stomach, not after going through Namjoon and Seokjin first, and especially not if it meant Jungkook had to suffer through alone. “Just—n-need to breathe, sir, please?”
Yoongi shushed him and rubbed his back. “Take your time. We can keep going when you’re ready.”
Taehyung nodded and took deep breaths, trying to match Yoongi’s. He could hear Namjoon pause and murmur something to Jungkook behind him, but the sound of palm-against-ass resumed soon after, and Taehyung assumed he had refused the break Namjoon had offered. Probably smart, really, to get it over with in one go. Taehyung knew he would feel it way more than he would have without pausing, but he had reached a breaking point and knew better than to try to go through it. It would just end up being more mentally painful, and it would give his hyungs another reason to be angry.
“Hyung?” he muttered, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand instead of Yoongi’s shirt like he would usually do.
“Mm?”
“D’you love me?” his voice was barely above a whisper, needing to know.
“Aigoo—” Yoongi pulled him away to look him in the eye, carefully brushing his tears away. “I love you, Taehyung. Of course I love you. I wouldn’t be so disappointed if I didn’t love you.”
Taehyung nodded, though his eyes were welling up with tears all over again. “Just—just get scared, when—”
“I know you do. Hyung loves you very much. I was so worried about you tonight, though, sweet boy, I can’t—”
Taehyung nodded again quickly, sniffling. “I know, I h-have—I need it. Can you—?”
“Ready to keep going?” Yoongi asked, and smiled softly when Taehyung nodded and began to lay himself down. “Sixteen more.”
That would be thirty in total, and Taehyung had a strong hunch Yoongi decided to let him off easier than he had originally planned.. He didn’t see it as a win, really, but he would be lying if he said it wasn’t a relief. He took them well, even though he cried helplessly throughout and Yoongi absolutely did not hold back.
He barely noticed when Seokjin picked him up, supporting him as Yoongi got the cooling aloe lotion they used after punishments. He looped his arms around Jin’s neck and watched, only half-aware, as Jungkook received a final three stern slaps right over his reddened pussy, too tired to let out more than hiccupy sobs. Namjoon helped him up and cradled him close, letting him silently cry into the crook of his neck.
Seokjin passed him over to Yoongi when he came back in and Taehyung melted willingly into his arms. Yoongi cooed at him softly and guided him back over his lap, muttering assurances that it was just to cool him down and not to give him more. The lotion felt as nice as it always did, but it was really the hands massaging it in that really helped make it better. Jungkook whimpered pitifully beside him as Namjoon rubbed lotion onto his sore labia before moving on to his ass.
It was nearly four in the morning by the time they went to bed. Jungkook’s wrists were bound to Namjoon’s headboard and Taehyung followed Yoongi to his bedroom, feeling exhausted and more than a little sorry for himself. Still, he climbed into Yoongi’s bed without waiting for permission, needing to feel a body next to him and know that body belonged to someone who cared for him. Yoongi didn’t object, just turned off the lights and made sure he was tucked in securely.
“Stay in bed when you wake up,” he said, petting Taehyung’s hair softly.
Taehyung nodded sleepily. He figured they wouldn’t be let out of their hyung’s sight for a long while. “Yes, sir.”
Yoongi gave his forehead a kiss before tucking him close. Even though Taehyung was sure there would be more to come in the morning, he could do nothing but relax into his arms, sinking into a dreamless, exhausted sleep.