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Jungkook was going home from work. There was chicken thawing in his sink, ready to be made by now and he really had to do a batch of laundry before he ran out of clean underwear. There was no time or opportunity. He had better things to do and he knew he would inevitably get stuck for much longer than he wanted and just- he couldn't. And then he was there anyway.
The center did really hate Jungkook’s pattern of use. Doing their best to mess him up and keep him tied for as long as possible- no matter what kinds of responsibilities Jungkook had waiting for him. (As if forceful imprisonment would somehow make him come more often...)
The last time he was there they had even called his work and given him three whole days of sub-leave, citing "you need to be under a little longer" as their only reason. He had- like every time he left that hellhole- decided to never come back.
But Jungkook was here again, as much as he hated it.
Because he knew he needed it. Desperately. Everything had been so heavy for the past few weeks and every night was spent under all three of Jungkook’s weighted blankets, pushing him hard enough into the mattress that he barely got himself out again in the morning. It was a fire risk, really.
The door made a tiny ringing sound when it opened. The receptionist looked up.
"Welcome! How can I help you?"
Jungkook wished they would at least wait with the intense contact seeking protocols until he was by the desk, but he figured they were afraid he would leave again if there was no social pressure to stay.
"I need a dom. Thirty minutes max." he stopped in front of the desk, leaning on it as much as he could without getting accused of illness.
"May I have your name and birthday?" she said, smiling prettily and leaning over the desk to look at him. Dom. Like everyone in this place.
Jungkook told her his information. (Gosh, this would be so much easier if they had some kind of drive-through option. Jungkook could stick an arm out, get a compress and a "good boy" and be on his way. But no, they needed records, wants, limits, levels, and everything Jungkook wished he could bury in some hole. Maybe the ocean actually.)
"You haven't been dommed in more than three months, so as a level two it is recommended that you stay here for at least nine hours with another visit in five days."
"I know." Jungkook sighed.
The receptionist nodded happily, about to type something.
"But I'll do thirty minutes. Take it or leave it."
Her expression soured. "Your health really-"
"I'm leaving." Jungkook turned around, getting his balance back after a few seconds, and started a brisk walk towards the door.
"Wait! Thirty minutes is great," Jungkook stopped, turning around again, but not walking back. “I'll get you set up immediately, why don't you sit down and I'll call your usual?"
Great. At least she could do her job.
Jungkook walked over to the waiting area. It was furnished lightly, made for subs, with thick, clean carpet along the floor and couches with room for at least three subs or two doms laying down. Jungkook preferred the corner though. There they had put the only actually good sub-specific furniture.
It was a ball with a round opening in the front, just big enough for Jungkook to crawl through and lay down on the thick mattress lining the floor. The cave was dark, and warm, and safe, and it was the only place Jungkook was willing to wait.
Seokjin knew this, of course, walking over to it without even looking at the couches.
"Hey, kookie," he sat down, casting a huge shadow over the opening and hiding Jungkook from the rest of the room. "I heard you wanted thirty minutes?"
Jungkook nodded, hoping that Seokjin would see it in the dark.
"Would you like to go up to our room then, or would you like to negotiate here?"
"Room."
"Alright."
Seokjin coaxed Jungkook out gently, holding his waist and standing them up close together. They walked through the reception area quickly and into the shiny, silver elevator with one-way windows out to the street. (Jungkook knew because he had asked once, when he was looking particularly messy after being completely spaced for almost an hour and not feeling very keen on being looked at by everyone on the street. Seokjin was always a little more open for questions when he was about to let Jungkook go home without getting him completely up again- doing whatever to try to get on Jungkook’s good side, as if that alone would make him stay a little longer. Jungkook almost felt bad for him sometimes.)
They walked into the playroom only two minutes later. It was high up, with a window that made people on the street look like ants, and it held mostly a bed and a large collection of pillows and blankets. Just like Jungkook liked.
Once Seokjin had closed the door, marking it as "occupied" and sat down on the carpet next to Jungkook, Jungkook was beginning to regret his actions. This was a bad idea, Jungkook knew that.
As always, once Jungkook was in and the door was closed, Seokjin would not let him leave without going down for the full thirty minutes. He was unreasonable when it came to starting the time, only doing so when Jungkook was fully down and not even starting the ending of the scene before the time was well past. He should really be fired. Time management was an underappreciated skill in this place.
"What do you want to do?"
Jungkook sighed. He hated this part. "Compression..." he glanced around the room, looking for inspiration. There was none. "I want to come too."
Seokjin nodded understandingly. "Just us two?"
Jungkook leaned back against the wall. Defeated. Again. "You may bring Namjoon-hyung for the aftercare."
Jungkook wasn't entirely sure if he liked Namjoon. The man was a lot stricter than Seokjin, having spanked Jungkook every time they met. But he was comforting. He was big and strong and he didn't let Jungkook sit with any of his bad thoughts.
Seokjin smiled. "I’ll alert him."
Jungkook let himself be undressed easily. They both knew that skin contact was the most important part of this (though some were more willing to admit it than others), and Seokjin would never skimp on it- each move followed by long squeezes and gentle rubs.
Jungkook was starting to feel a bit floaty and he knew for a fact that the clock was not started yet. Bastard. Jungkook was going to report him. He would. This time he would.
"You should be using sub-friendly clothes. We supply them for free." Seokjin remarked as always, frowning at the rough fabrics and complex opening mechanisms on all parts of Jungkook’s body.
"The color range sucks and I don't need someone to undress me most days." Jungkook answered as he always did, laying down easily to let his underwear slip off.
The mattresses in sub care centers must have been manufactured somewhere else than the ones you could by in the cheap store that probably was a money laundering business across from the sketchy grocery store Jungkook liked to buy his ramen and cucumbers at, because he sank into it as if he was already sinking into subspace, closing his eyes and spreading his limbs out, completely uncaring that Seokjin was getting the full show.
Seokjin had seen it all anyway. He had been Jungkook’s dom for more than five years, coming into work happily at any strange hour Jungkook decided he wanted care and sending a personal message every time he would be on vacation too far away, begging Jungkook to schedule his visit early so he wouldn't be left needy.
Jungkook had gotten attached, to say the least.
He was a low level, a two, balancing higher submissive needs than most full-time subs- and Seokjin obviously wanted him to become one, talking sweet about his eros whenever Jungkook was deep enough to be susceptible and asking again and again if Jungkook might just want to come over, might just want to invite /one more/ member into their sessions- but Jungkook didn’t want that. He was independent and ambitious and he could just not fit subspace into the life he had chosen.
Still, Seokjin was convincing and Jungkook was weak.
It was rather early on, maybe a year after their first sessions, that Jungkook had agreed to see Namjoon, one of the high doms in Seokjin’s eros. And Namjoon was nice. He smelled good and he was really big, easily dwarfing Jungkook with the sheer circumference of his arm and fucking him gently with his humongous cock.
Namjoon had obviously been hoping to become a regular (with Seokjin’s overwhelming blessing), asking Jungkook about his (nonexistent) schedule while he was still too gone to think critically and sweettalking his way into promises of a “next time”.
The worst part may be that it had kind of worked. Ever since, whenever Jungkook was edging towards going down, Seokjin asked, and sometimes, maybe every third try, Jungkook said yes. But this wasn’t really a yes. It was just a… he can be here for a little bit. Aftercare wasn’t much to do and Namjoon would barely be involved, surely…
Seokjin was naked too now, but only on top, as Jungkook discovered quickly. Coward. And he was so quick, pushing Jungkook further in on the bed, wrapping blankets around them, and laying down on top.
The pressure was heavenly. Seokjin was heavy. Chest and stomach slotted perfectly against Jungkook’s and almost making it hard to breathe. And then the arms came, sneaking their way under Jungkook’s shoulders and waist, pushing him up and into the embrace.
And Jungkook wasn't mad anymore. That anger that was always simmering on the surface, making him mean to customers and a bad friend, disappeared.
It was nice. So nice.
"Good boy," Seokjin whispered, sending goosebumps like waves down Jungkook’s neck where his warm breath flowed. "So nice for me now. Did you only need a little bit of pressure?"
Jungkook made a soft, pathetic little sound, pressing his fingertips into the soft fat on Seokjin’s sides.
It was so warm. Warm and dry and soft.
"Don't fall asleep, baby," Seokjin cooed.
"I’m... Tired." Jungkook tried to turn his head, but it wasn't much use, Seokjin had too good of a grip on him.
"You only gave us half an hour, baby. Unless you want to extend that, we'll have to use our time more wisely, hmm?"
A gentle kiss pressed against the curve of Jungkook’s throat. Seokjin’s lips were so soft, so plump, so gentle. Perfect. Why did Jungkook ever leave this place again?