It wasn't uncommon for people to cry during BDSM parties as people were experimenting all kind of things and pushing their limits but there was something about that particular sort of crying that sent a shiver down Jungkook's spine. He was in one of the rooms that involved playing and he was enjoying a glass of whiskey because he didn't intent to get involved in any kind of play when he heard loud sobs and turned to look where they were coming from.

Everyone seemed oblivious to what was going on, absorbed by their own pleasure, but in the corner of the room there was a boy crying so hard that Jungkook was afraid he was going to choke any moment. He kept saying the word "pineapple" and it took the man only a few seconds to realise that must have been his safeword. He felt anger rising inside of him at the thought that someone was violating such a strict rule and was ignoring his sub's safeword and hurried towards the scene, finding a panicked pink-haired boy who was on the verge of suffocating while a dom's hands were trying to undress his pants.

Jungkook recognised the dom from other parties but he was unsure of his name so he placed his hand on his shoulder to get his attention, his blood boiling because of the fury he was feeling.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He hissed through his teeth, surprising the couple. The pink haired boy took advantage of the situation to take a step back and press his body against the cold wall behind him but didn't dare to move.

"Mind your own business, Jeon. The boy's my sub."

"It didn't look like he was having a good time to me." Jungkook continued and felt his hand being slapped away by the other. It was rare people were fighting during parties but he felt the need to punch the cocky man in front of him in order to calm down.

"That's the way he likes it. He's my slut and what I do to him is none of your business, now fuck off."

There were people who enjoyed this sort of things – there were people who liked humiliation and being called names, he was aware of that as he had a few submissives who were the same but what he heard earlier didn't look like something consensual so he turned towards the frozen boy. It was the first time he got a chance to properly look at him and his eyes widened because even if he seemed completely terrified, the pink-haired boy was absolutely stunning. His face was tearstained and his eyes were fixed on Jungkook's face as he tried his best to stop his perfect plump lips from quivering.

"Were you safewording, pet?"

The boy nodded and gulped before new teardrops began forming and rolling down his soft cheeks.

"You make me fucking sick." Jungkook's words were like knives that were meant to stab the other dominant and he would have continued with the accusations if he wouldn't have heard another choked sob coming from the scared sub. "Come on."

The boy needed a few seconds to realise he was talking to him and he moved unsurely towards the tall stranger, feeling the other's stare burning holes into his body. All he knew was that he wanted to get as far away as possible from that place so he felt relief washing over him when he saw the man in front of him was heading towards the exit.

As soon as the cold breeze caressed his face he felt his knees giving out so lost his balance for a second and closed his eyes, expecting to feel his body collapsing. Instead of pain he felt arms wrapping around him and he felt another wave of sobs approaching at the thought that he was simply pathetic.

"I'm s-sorry, sir."

Jungkook felt something pull at his heart as he heard the little voice and caressed the pink strands in front of him with gentleness, trying to get the boy to calm down. He wasn't the type to offer this kind of comfort but what just happened was called abuse and he couldn't imagine how the sub was feeling.

"What's your name?"

"Jimin." He whispered and put some space in between them, wrapping an arm around his middle protectively.

"Was that son of a bitch your dom?" A small nod. "There's no excuse for what he's done, Jimin. He broke your trust and for that he isn't worthy of having you as his submissive or calling himself a dom, do you understand?"

The boy gulped but nodded and hurried to wipe his tears away with the back of his hands. He looked impossibly tiny and Jungkook would have tried to hug him again if he would have been sure that he was allowed to.

"I want to go home."

It was the first time ever the man regretted that he consumed alcohol so instead he began to look for his wallet.

"I'll call you a cab." Jungkook insisted to pay and as soon as the boy was gone he headed back inside, feeling the need to drink some more in order to forget that their community was filled with assholes. There was nothing he hated more than people taking advantage of their power, forgetting that BDSM was supposed to be one hundred percent consensual. He was almost done with his second glass when someone sat beside him and he was relieved to see it was only Yoongi.

"Here." The man offered him a jacket so he raised his brows in confusion. "It belongs to Park Jimin, Seok told me you were talking to him."

The item of clothing must have been the boy's last worry so he could understand why he completely forgot about it. Jungkook placed it on his lap and continued to talk to his friend, telling him everything about the mess he took part in. Yoongi confirmed to him that he did the right thing so when he finally got home, a couple of hours before dawn, he felt at peace with himself and managed to sleep for the first time in forever.

Park Jimin was studying literature at Seoul National University – or at least that was what was written on the library card Jungkook found inside the pocket of the denim jacket. It took him only a day to decide he wanted to look for the boy and return his items and that had partly to do with the fact that he was worried. He wanted to make sure the pink-haired student was well and was staying away from the douchebag who dared to call himself his dom.

He was not a big fan of universities but he found himself in the middle of one, asking students if they knew Park Jimin until one of them explained to him that he was currently attending an English class and that was not going to end but in an hour. He grabbed a coffee and waited outside the building, trying to ignore everyone staring at him.

It was July so he was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt which was revealing his tattoo-filled arms and a part of him was burning with pride whenever someone was staring a second too long. He learned over the years that Korean people were not fully understanding and supporting of his art but he also learned not to care. He was happy with himself and his work and that was all that mattered.

It was easy to spot Jimin because his head was the only pink one from the crowd so he headed towards him, making sure he held the jacket tightly.

"Jimin." He called and saw the cinnamon eyes widening in surprise as soon as they met his dark browns. It was clear that he recognised him because he murmured something to the smiling boy beside him before heading in his direction and greeting him with a shy "hello". He offered him the jacket.

"Thank you! I never thought I'd –" The student bit on his lower lip and Jungkook wondered if it was because it was the first time they were really able to study each other's faces and bodies. Jimin looked even softer than he remembered, wearing a long-sleeved powder pink shirt and skinny jeans, his hair a fluffy mess. Was that glitter lip gloss on his tempting lips? "Would you like to grab a cup of tea?"

"Sure."

It was surprising that Jimin didn't seem bothered to be seen with him around the campus and Jungkook offered to carry his bag which was pretty heavy.

"What do you have inside of it?"

"Books I have to read by the end of the week." It made sense why he was so happy to have his library card returned and until they reached the nearest cafe they talked mostly about Jimin's major and his passion for reading. Jungkook couldn't deny that the boy was cute when talking passionately about his interests and just because of that he let him be in charge when choosing the table.

"I'll have a cup of black tea with milk." He informed the waitress and smiled when the student ordered strawberry bubble tea. He checked his phone to see what time it was. "I have to work this afternoon."

"What do you do for a living?"

"I own a tattoo parlour."

Jimin nodded – it made sense.

"They're very pretty." He said looking straight at the little cactus on his upper forearm. Jungkook chuckled because it was the first time someone was calling his tattoos "pretty" and watched as Jimin tried to hide the pink dusting his cheeks by sipping on his sweet drink.

"Thanks." A little pause followed.

"You're Jeon Jungkook, aren't you?"

"I am."

"I've heard about you. You're popular in the BDSM community." Jungkook hummed in approval and poured the milk into his tea; he didn't care about fame but he was indeed curious about something.

"Are you new to BDSM?"

As he expected, that was the boy's first dominant so he couldn't stop himself from feeling sorry for him, no one's first experience should have been like that. Jimin was a pleasant company – he was smart and shy and Jungkook couldn't stop grinning whenever he heard his adorable squeaky giggle. He felt disgusted when he heard that Daeshim (that sad excuse of a dom) was still trying to get to him and he offered his phone number in case the younger would need him to step in.

Jungkook had a good day and by the time he got home he decided he should text Jimin. It has been a few months since the last time he has been interested in someone and this felt completely different. He was not a soft dom, he was strict and his submissives had to handle a lot because for him BDSM was a form of therapy; it kept him centred.

Talking to Jimin had a lot of perks: the boy was sweet and Jungkook made sure to save every selfie he sent; he dressed in bright colours and messaged the elder whenever he bought cute things, asking his opinion on it. What did Jungkook know about stuffed animals, backpacks or fluffy socks? Absolutely nothing but he felt proud that his opinion mattered enough to influence the student's choices. The younger felt comfortable enough to talk about his time as a submissive too and the man was horrified to find out how wrong that turned out to be - Jimin didn't want to try that again anytime soon, even if he confessed he always wanted to.

"Okay, who the fuck are you talking to?"

Two weeks have passed since they began texting and Yoongi couldn't help his curiosity anymore. He wanted to know who the person that put that eat-shitting grin on his business partner's face was.

"Jimin." That didn't seem to be a satisfying answer and Jungkook decided it might have been because his hyung didn't remember who that was. He grabbed his phone and showed him the last selca the boy sent to him, making the elder's eyes to widen.

Jimin was cuddling his cat in that picture and he looked extremely soft, no wonder Yoongi was confused.

"He doesn't resemble any of your former submissives." Maybe it was because Jungkook never tried to dominate him.

"I don't think he could handle that form of BDSM." He wasn't sure he wanted that form of BDSM either when it involved Jimin. The boy looked very breakable and it was the first time the tattoo artist didn't take it as a challenge.

"And yet you talk to him."

"You've gone soft on Hoseok." It was true, before Hobi piqued his curiosity Yoongi was the most sadistic dominant in every club he took part of. They fell in love and the elder understood that his boyfriend could never handle that kind of treatment and even like that he was happier than he has ever been.

"Seok's still my submissive."

"Maybe Jimin only needs training." His phone buzzed so he tapped on the notification and saw it was a picture of plushies. Yoongi leaned to look at it too and realisation hit him.

"Maybe he's a little."

It somehow made sense but was it possible for Jimin to be something and have no idea about it? He never heard the boy talking about regressing but maybe he was not familiar with all the terms – after all, Ddlg was just another class of BDSM and what the student knew for sure was that he needed someone to take care of him. Maybe he wanted to be the one protecting him.

To: Jimin

Are you free tomorrow?

From: Jimin

Classes until 2

To: Jimin

Do you want to go out for lunch with me?

From: Jimin

Are u asking me out?

To: Jimin

Yes

From: Jimin

Okay xx

He smiled when he saw the reply and headed home. After a hot shower he couldn't go to sleep so he spent a few good hours researching the Ddlg community; he was aware of it, he knew the basics but he has never been interested enough to really try to understand it so by the time he fell into slumber his head was filled with information.

It was clear that Jimin has prepared for their date because his hair was styled differently and he looked like a doll that's just been unboxed. Jungkook drove to a nice bistro he was familiar with and they small-talked for a while until he decided it was time to bring up the reason why he wanted to meet.

"Have you ever heard about Daddy doms and littles?" For his surprise, Jimin shook his head, his expression making it clear that he had no idea what that might be. He explained it the best he could and about half an hour later the boy was waiting for closure. "Does any of this sound appealing?"

"It sounds ideal." The boy chuckled. "But I don't think there's anyone willing to give so much and receive so little." That was the wrong idea seeded inside the student's mind – he believed BDSM was about the dominant when in reality it was all about the submissive.

"I am."

Jimin's eyes widened.

"You want to be my dom?"

"Only if you want me to be."

There was hesitance written all over the pink-haired boy's face so Jungkook promised that there was no hurry and he could take some time to think about it. They continued their meal like they have forgotten about it and the messaging continued for a few more days. They made it clear that they were attracted to each other and Jimin had no reason not to trust the elder so when Jungkook's phone buzzed in the middle of the night its owner sensed some good news were waiting for him.

He smiled as soon as he opened the message.

From: Jimin

Do you still wanna be my Daddy?