Only Cool Kids Know

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Title: Only Cool Kids Know
Rating: R
Length: 5k
Summary: Sehun's been getting really close with his daddy, and it's a 1-1-2 call later that Jongin realizes they have very different images of "daddy".
A/N: Ignore everything that doesn't make sense. This is something quite old, and not really well written. Please take it lightly! ^^

Jongin and Sehun had been best friends since forever. The fact that they were neighbours, went to the same school and had the same classes pointed further to the universe's approval of their friendship. They remained joined to the hip, always sitting next to each other, clambering on each other, viciously violating each other's personal space and becoming a tangle of limbs whenever they came together to waste spare time. Jongin called them soul-bound, brothers for life and some sappy bromance crap whenever Sehun, the clingier of the two, curled under his arm in a bad mood. Their friendship was easy, much easier than dealing with parents or trying to understand girls. They knew each other inside out, from where their birthmarks were present to whom they wanted to bone this week. There were no secrets between them. Their eyes shared what their lips couldn't, and Jongin had lost count of how many times the two had snuck into each other's room through the window, past midnight, to console the other. It was years worth of friendship that allowed Jongin to know things about Sehun that the other probably didn't know about himself. There were a lot of quirks that were noticeable by careful observation, like how Sehun unconsciously licked his lips when he was nervous, or sucked in his lips before lying, or placed his palm over the back of his neck when he was upset. But the things that Jongin unraveled were more ... unconventional. Jongin had known Sehun was attracted to his step father before Sehun himself was aware of it. Hell, he figured out Sehun was gay before the idiot even realized it himself. Sehun discovered it an year late, and came out to Jongin a few months later, with a tremor in his voice and his eyes downcast. Jongin had patted his back, "I always knew you were a bottom bitch," and then allowed Sehun to beat him with his textbook. Sehun had always been the stranger of the two and Jongin was always mentally prepared to be scarred by him. They were bros for life, after all. They'd had their fair share of fights and awkward confessions. They were inseparable, a unit, one connected brain ... all the way until high school came. It started with Sehun keeping his phone under his nose at all times. He had only half an ear open for Jongin, and the other half of his attention was on his phone as he quickly typed messages. His phone buzzed silently, incessantly, and Sehun eagerly responded. Often times, he was smiling at his phone, or staring blankly at the wall with his teeth sunk in his bottom lip. Jongin knew the signs. Sehun had gone through a similar phase before when he'd made an internet boyfriend, but the relationship quickly died. The second time Sehun had entered the phase again, Jongin had been the one to drag him out because "The guy has fucking pedophile written all over his face for God's sake Sehun he's asking you to send him nudes every ten minutes report him!" Jongin thought Sehun had snagged himself another boy-toy online, until he realized Sehun was sending messages to a contact named 'Unknown'. He knew Sehun well enough to figure out that this was going to be a secret for a while. He just needed to wait for when Sehun would be ready to share it with him. Sehun didn't. Certainly not one week into his odd-but-predictable behaviour. Not one month later either. Now he was also taking calls from 'Unknown', whose name had been upgraded to 'Daddy'. Usually, Jongin was a very patient person. It came to him spending his life in a female dominated house and raising fours babies (his three precious little dogs and one Oh Sehun), but this time his patience was running thin because Sehun was probably in a relationship, again. Jongin needed to know who so he could run thorough background checks on facebook and all available social networks. He needed to see photographic evidence to judge and put his stamp of approval before Sehun decided to crash into something he would have trouble getting out of. Like maybe being in a relationship with his step-father. One night, while Jongin was slouched on his couch in front of the TV and Sehun was in the bathroom, his phone rang. Jongin only bothered enough to silence it, but certain thoughts infiltrated his brain when he saw 'Daddy' calling. Sehun had still not said anything about the guy and frankly, Jongin was dying of curiosity and worry. What kind of person was 'Daddy'? Was this Sehun's step-dad? His real dad? Jongin's dad? Nobody's dad? A thug? Code for 'Decompressed And Dandy Disaster Ya'll'. As Sehun's best friend and a concerned citizen with nothing but pure intentions in his heart, Jongin unlocked Sehun's phone and went straight to his messages. Sehun had been having a lot of conversations with this Mr. 'Daddy'. Sehun had been having a lot of peculiar conversations with this Mr. 'Daddy'. Daddy: Handcuffs? Yea Daddy: Remember the ones you liked Will you get them? Daddy: I already did Jongin had furrowed his brows. He began drawing up a profile of Mr. 'Daddy'. He knew it was a mister because Sehun was attracted to older men (In Jongin's mind, a 'mister' was an adult). Sehun got turned on by "mature people". It had taken a little time to wrap his mind around, because his best friend was gay and apparently had a thing for generations above theirs. "Is his step-dad a police officer?" Jongin wandered out loud. He swiped the screen to look into older conversations. Daddy: Such a tease Come get me then Daddy: Dont tempt me Wreck me Daddy: Sehun Im at work right now Jongin slapped his mouth in horror. No, Sehun, no! Sehun was, apparently, sexually deprived and seducing his step-dad. Wreck me. Jongin rolled his eyes. Really, Sehun? He skipped the voice message Sehun had sent, knowing it would be Sehun munching disgustedly on his food or saying curse words in foreign accents. Daddy: Oh god sehun Daddy: Fuck. Daddy: Wait till I get my hands on you Daddy: Fuck Daddy: Now I wont be able to concentrate Daddy: Youre gonna get it real bad Jongin snorted. He decided to play Sehun's voice message. To his utter surprise, Sehun's voice was sultry and low and "Daddy, I need you ... now." Jongin was gaping at the device in his hands when it was abruptly snatched from him. He quickly moved away from the looming figure emitting nothing short of radioactive waves, threatening to turn him in a decapitated being. "What the fuck, Jongin." Sehun sounded livid. "I didn't mean to!" Jongin held up his hands when Sehun took a step close, looking ready to beat the crap out of him. "You had no right!" As Sehun's best friend, and a person always concerned for his personal well being, Jongin felt he might have a tiny right. Well, he certainly wouldn't mind Sehun going through his phone. "When were you going to tell me about this?" Jongin blurted out against his better judgment. "When we were both ready!" "Sehun, you're fucking flirting with your dad!" He burst out. "Even if he's your step-father, he fucks your mom! Dude that's gross and I thought you were over him!" Sehun looked confused for a moment before the anger returned. He marched out of the room, putting on his shoes and getting ready to leave. Jongin scrambled after him. "Sehun, think about it! For God's sake you should have told me-" "No!" Sehun shoved him away. "This is exactly why I didn't! You always come in and ruin everything!" "The last dude was a fucking pedo! Sehun, you're so stupid you can't ever tell when people want to take advantage of you! What if your parents had found out?" "Do you really think I'm stupid enough to send someone nudes?" "You were considering it." "I was fooling around." Sehun almost tore off the door handle as he pried the door open. "Even if he was a creep, he was still fine. He genuinely seemed to like me." "You can't jump into a relationship every time sometime pretends to like you. That's how people lure in good fucks." Jongin chased Sehun, matching every long stride for stride. "Well my options aren't as open as yours, Jongin. In case you've forgotten, I'm not into tits." Jongin almost pushed Sehun to the ground, wanting to smack some sense into him. "Why the fuck do you want to hurry into a relationship? Why do you even want to be in one?" Sehun didn't answer him. He slammed the front door of his house in Jongin's face and locked it for good measure. Jongin was ready to make a scene until Sehun's parents opened the door for him, but he didn't want trouble to come around because this time they were fighting over Sehun's relationship. Jongin: Just be careful. Fuck you They still walked together to school the next day, albeit strained in conversation. Jongin did his very best not to think about Sehun, his step-dad and handcuffs, wondering what the hell that was about. He decided to push it all to the back of his mind, because for the first time in weeks, Sehun wasn't invested in his phone. It felt like a silent victory for Jongin, although Sehun looked rather jittery instead of dejected. The answer came when school was off and instead of walking back home, Sehun waved goodbye to his best friend and got into a stranger's car. That was not Sehun's step father's car. Jongin was left to stare in horror. Was the car company issued? What company did Sehun's step-dad work in? Wasn't he a police officer? Was he even a police officer? Was Sehun's step-dad still around? Was Sehun in a relationship with a father and therefore called him 'Daddy'? That made more sense. Still, he was worried about Sehun's lifeless body turning up somewhere in the mud, or never turning up anywhere at all. Sehun kept cutting his calls and refused to answer his texts. Jongin felt faint with worry and was on the verge of calling the cops when Sehun finally responded. Im home. Stop fretting mother hen. The next day, Jongin noted down the number plate of the vehicle Sehun left in. If Sehun didn't return home before sundown, Jongin would report him as a missing person. Fortunately, or unfortunately(?) it never came to that. Their bindings were too strong to keep them apart, and the two best friends began spending time together again. Jongin began noticing small things about Sehun. Things like his lips being red and swollen in the evenings, and little hickeys that became visible under his wide collared shirts. It was all fine, really, because it's normal for people in a relationship to kiss and stuff ... except Sehun was kissing a person Jongin had no knowledge of and it was driving him up the wall. Sehun was doing things with some old fart. It could be Mrs. Oh's husband, or it could be another man with a family waiting for him. Whomever it was, he'd be experienced over Sehun. Having gay sex had to be painful. Jongin wouldn't know, but he knew he didn't want to think about things being shoved up his ass, so he certainly didn't want anyone shoving anything up Sehun's. He shuddered at the image, knowing he'd scarred himself for life. Over time, it became clear that Sehun's boyfriend (Jongin liked to call him "cradle robber") was a rich frat ass. Sehun talked about the guy sending his driver to pick Sehun from school, and really, who could afford drivers in this economy? Sehun even lied to his parents about going on a school trip for the weekend, begging Jongin to cover his tracks because he wanted to go with "cradle robber" to his villa on the coast. Sehun turned up to school with expensive food brands. He flashed his Louis Vuitton gear with a teasing grin on his face whenever he got chance. He purposely looked at his Rolex instead of the class wall clock, and Jongin was sure Sehun fingered the Cartier earrings more subconsciously rather than for show. Nothing excused him from wearing Ray Ban inside the classroom though. If anything, Jongin was envious of Sehun sleeping under the cover of sunglasses, because the fluorescents overhead were a pain if one wanted to nap. With benefits of such a relationship aside, the first red flag shot up when Sehun had carefully sat down next to Jongin during lunch break. Sehun was a sloth from birth. Thus, Jongin noticed it immediately when his walking posture changed. Sehun winced when he sat down on the wooden surface. A hundred red flags had shot up in Jongin's head by the end of the week. He decided to confront Sehun when they were playing on a gaming console at the latter's place, knowing Sehun would be busy trying to keep his character alive instead of getting mad at Jongin. Jongin decided to be very forward, but very polite about it. He didn't want Sehun to lock himself in a shell. "So ..." Jongin started carefully, "you guys fucked?" He thought he was pretty cool about it, but the way Sehun dropped his console and stared wide eyed at him said otherwise. Sehun bit his lip, before he sucked them in and Jongin knew a lie was coming his way. "No..." "I don't mind you having sex with the cradl- boyfriend," he quickly corrected himself, "but, like, what's important to me is if it's consensual." "Jongin, you need to shut up." Sehun deadpanned before he turned his attention back to the game. "Are you using condoms? I know you can't get pregnant but you can still get STDs." "Jongin. Shut up." "Sehun, you're having sex with a guy while you're underage. That guy could go to jail for rape. Actually, he should be going to jail for-" "I'm not having sex with anyone!" Sehun threw his console at him. "Nobody is having sex with anyone!" "Okay, I don't even care if it's consensual. You shouldn't be having sex with any older man! It's your dad! How can you even bear to look at his dick?" "Oh God, you're delusional!" "You're not walking properly anymore, Sehun! Who the fuck are you trying to kid here? You can't even sit properly right now." Sehun's face turned red to his ears. Jongin was pretty sure it was embarrassment but the look in Sehun's eyes seemed to say rage. His hands thumped heavily on Jongin's shoulders, making him squeak at the threatening squeeze. "We're not going to talk about this again." Jongin mouthed 'jail'. Perhaps the only advantage Sehun's thoroughly "wrecked" asshole (Jongin cringed at the choice of words, recalling the texts between Sehun and cradle robber) gave him was that Sehun couldn't catch up to beat Jongin into a pulp. Always running three steps ahead, Jongin kept yelling "pedophiles are sex offenders and go to jail!" as Sehun chased him around the house, chunking things at him. Jongin found some washed out and battered version of inner peace for himself. He lied to himself that he was totally fine with his best friend being debauched as long as Sehun was happy. If not, he seemed richer at least. And really, he was finally accepting that Sehun wanted to keep his relationship private, and that maybe his gay best friend was just as complicated as his sisters. He'd also concluded that Sehun wasn't seducing his step-dad. The expensive gifts said so. Unless the man was hiding his wealth elsewhere and had only married Mrs. Oh to get close to Sehun and was now thoroughly spoiling him. Jongin was clearly over thinking. He shut down the part of his brain that functioned solely to help Sehun survive. All was well until he spotted the red around Sehun's wrist. Really, he would have missed it from how it was carefully concealed under Sehun's wrist watch, a similar line hidden under a leather wrist band on Sehun's other hand. Jongin stared until the red was all he could see. He pointed it out to Sehun, but it made him jumpy and vary, and he avoided Jongin for the rest of the day. Jongin became extra observant after that day. Sehun was still texting the "cradle robber" like a man possessed, still winced when sitting too abruptly and had a funny look to his gait sometimes, but now, he was slowly sporting bruises. They weren't like the hickies he hid on his collar bones. They were clear marks of abuse. "He's hitting you now?" Jongin hissed as he pulled Sehun close, refusing to let him enter the car waiting for him. Sehun worriedly looked at his ride, and then the time. "Look, Jongin, we'll talk later, ok?" "You're not going anywhere! Sehun, look at what he's doing to you." Sehun rolled his eyes, trying to slip his arm free of Jongin' vice-like grip. "You're acting like my mother now." "I should be your mother!" He cried. "Sehun, you have to leave this guy. He's mad!" Sehun managed to pry Jongin's fingers off. "You don't know him, so don't judge." They began to bicker, and somewhere between a few light insults, Sehun managed to run off and escape in the car. Jongin cursed under his breath. He marched straight to Sehun's house and decided to wait for him. Sehun returned home, frustrated and upset. He was surprised to find Jongin. Mercifully, none of them spoke about what happened that day. Sehun opened his laptop and silently communicated that they were going to watch a movie. Jongin didn't care if they watched porn right now. He just wanted Sehun in his arms. He wanted his best friend to be safe, and to share his worries. He was going to protect his best friend, even if his idiot bestie didn't want the protection. And he was going to do all of that after Sehun got them some popcorn. Maybe the universe was working against one of them that day. It could have been Sehun, because something he wanted to keep hidden became exposed. It could have been Jongin, because he became truly and utterly scarred. Maybe the universe was screwing with them both, because Jongin was browsing through Sehun's movies and selected one that seemed promising, named "#51". Double click. In no time at all, Jongin was seeing his best friend, his precious virgin Sehun, the one he'd grown alongside, the one he'd bathed with and hugged and soothed and kicked ass with. Jongin was seeing him butt naked, a thick leather collar around his neck, a ball gag stuffed in his mouth, a metal ring around his dick, and for the love of all things holy, Jongin never wanted to see Sehun's dick at full attention, with his chest and face flushed pink. He quickly tried to stop the horror show, but in his haste, ended up clicking a different part of the timeline and now Sehun was deep throating a dick and looking straight at the camera and Jongin squeaked as he hit the touchpad to close the fucking shit but ended up seeing more. Sehun was moaning, crying rivers as something purple and thick was shoved in his ass, while his nipples were clamped with scary looking metal clamps and chains. Jongin really did scream then. He looked up to see Sehun reenter his bedroom with a large bowl of popcorn, and Jongin, now utterly distressed and devastated, made one last futile attempt to close the window before he would throw the laptop out of the room. The scene in the video jumped, much to Jongin's disappointment and piling horror, but this time his best friend was tied, face towards the wall and being flogged. "Fucking hell!" He didn't bother trying to close or change the scene. Jongin watched with barely concealed emotions as Sehun jumped, begged and cried at every contact of the weapon. He completely forgot about the current Sehun as he strode towards Jongin. They both met each other's eyes at the same time. Sehun's face had contorted into something that looked an equal mix of horror, terror and anger. Jongin only looked sick. "He's abusing you and he's making videos! How sick in the head is he?" Sehun slammed the laptop shut and put it aside. "He's not abusing me." Even Sehun looked pale now, his anger overtaken by fear. "He's fucking torturing you." Jongin stressed, his eyes wide and his hands moving around wildly. He hoped his lunch didn't come racing back up his track. "He's not." Sehun's voice was small and weak. "I bet you're bruised all over." Jongin got off the bed. The look on his face alarmed Sehun. "I fucking bet that your back is all bleeding and fuck- Sehun- oh God. Fuck this shit! Let me see if I have to take you to the hospital." Sehun took a few steps away. "Hell no!" "Sehun," his rare, no-nonsense voice came on, "let me see your back." "Go home!" Sehun turned on his heel, picked his laptop and almost ran out the room before Jongin caught him from the back of his shirt. "We're going to the hospital!" "You're going home and I'm not going anywhere!" "You're so fucking stupid!" Jongin grunted as he pulled the other back. Sehun's shirt rose a little and Jongin could already see the red coloured skin against his pale back. His breath caught at the spots of black and purple higher along Sehun's spine. "Shit, Sehun! This looks bad." Sehun panicked. He swung around, almost hitting Jongin with his laptop. A wrestling match ensued as Sehun tried to shove his best friend away, and Jongin tried to pry off Sehun's shirt. Before any of them knew what was happening, they were rolling on the floor, Sehun shoving his hands in Jongin's face and trying to get away from him, Jongin trying to subdue Sehun, and Sehun's laptop lying innocently to the side. They screamed at the top of their lungs, profanities, curses and threats flying between them. "Let me see the damage!" "There's nothing to see!" "I can see the marks, Sehun! I saw them at school too!" "Get off me, you maniac!" "I don't care what you think! We're going to the hospital and then I'm sending that asshole to jail!" "I'll fucking kill you if you tell anyone!" "You're in an abusive relationship!" "You don't know anything!" "I know everything!" They rolled around until Sehun's head hit a wall and he curled in on himself from the sudden pain. Jongin used the opportunity to pull his shirt up and he gasped in surprise. Sehun quickly pulled it back down, glaring at Jongin with angry tears in his eyes and his face flushed red. "I hate you!" "I don't care what you say anymore. I'm calling the cops." Jongin crawled away from him and took out his phone. "Don't you dare. I'll castrate you! I'm not kidding!" Jongin rolled his eyes. He called the emergency line, since that was the only public service number he knew, and waited for them to pick. "1-1-2 emergency helpline. Please state the nature of your call." "Yes, hello. I'm calling to inform you about a serious case of abuse- Wha-!" Jongin yelped as he was weighed down by Sehun. "Get off!" He tried to tear away from the male. When it turned out to be futile, he turned his attention back to the call. "Hello? You need to help me- Ah!" "Sir?" "Stop! Stop!" Jongin scrambled to get away from Sehun's nails clawing into his skin. "Cut the fucking call!" "Get away from me!" "Sir?" The operator's voice was higher and more concerned. "We are tracking down your location. Sir, are you with me?" "Hello?" Jongin breathed, managing to kick himself away from his best friend. He quickly ran out of the room, thankful for Sehun being slower these days because of his sexual ventures, no matter how regretful they were. "Listen, this guy, he's a rapist, ok? He's also a pedophile and-" Jongin screamed as Sehun's hands wringed at the back of his collar and pulled him back. They both tumbled to the floor in startled screams. "He's a rapist!" Jongin screamed as Sehun tried to snatch the phone from him. "Shut the fuck up!" "Help! You have to send help! The victim has lost it!" "Jongin, I swear to God I'm going to skin you and feed you to your dogs!" "Help!" They both fought for the phone, trying to tear off each other's fingers as they madly pressed the sensitive phone screen, opening up commands. "Stop being so dramatic!" "You need help, and if you're not going to get it yourself, I am! Operator, quick! Send in the police before Sehun runs away! Now's the only chance to profile the rapist!" "He's not a rapist!" "You're a minor! Anyone who touches you is a rapist!" "I hate you so much right now! You're such a stupid git!" They barely noticed the doorbell until it was incessantly ringing, and they only heard a warning of 'Open the door' and 'police' before Jongin was scrambling to his feet and abandoning his phone. "No!" Sehun cried as he tugged him back. They bantered as the police found the door unlocked and welcomed themselves in. The sight greeting them was two boys with entangled limbs on the floor. One of them froze at the sight of the uniforms before he freed himself and ran upstairs. The officers gave chase, because only offenders escaped at the sight of them. The rest that followed was history. "I can't believe I'm in lock-up!" Jongin roared as he clung to the metal bars, "For being a public nuisance of all things!" "And for resisting arrest." Sehun chimed. They weren't the only ones who'd put in a call to the police. Some concerned neighbours had also called them after listening to the racket nonstop. "Still better than attempting assault on an officer of the law," Jongin snorted. Sehun coloured, murmuring a weak, 'I didn't mean to.' "We're barely eighteen and we're already criminals." He mourned. "We're so proud of you, Jongin." "I already called daddy. He's gonna come and get us out." "Oh my God, Sehun. Why couldn't you bribe someone with your watch or something instead? Your dad is going to tell my parents and I'll be royally screwed." "Would serve you right." Sehun sneered. "I didn't call my step dad, moron. I'm not stupid. I called my boyfriend. There's a difference between Donghae and my daddy." Jongin's shoulders slumped with relief. Well, thank God! Sehun's living piggy bank would save them both. Did this mean Sehun had been frolicking with his real dad? Had this been incest all along? "Sehun, I know this is a shitty time to ask, but why do you stay with that guy?" Sehun frowned. "This is a shitty time to ask, and your pea brain is too small to absorb it all right now, but he's not abusing me, Jongin. Whatever we do, it's ... it's what I want." "He was flogging your naked ass." "Yea, 'cuz I wanted him to flog my naked ass." Sehun scoffed, "I even want him to spank me, hit me, and just- just throw me around, you know?" The look on Jongin's face clearly said he didn't. "I don't expect you to understand. It's not normal, per se." "It's absolutely not normal." Jongin frowned. "Why your dad though?" Sehun snickered. "He's not really my dad. It's just a kink. He gets off on it and I like it too. It's fun. It makes things easy." Jongin furrowed his brows, confused and utterly lost. "He's not old enough to be a dad, Jongin. It's like, well, you know, he takes care of me and I need it. We have this thing where he controls and- I'm probably making it sound worse than it really is." "I can't believe you never corrected me." He accused, rather indignant. "It was fun seeing you like that." Sehun laughed. "This thing is kind of like roleplay, I guess? Like, he's my master and I'm his slave. I just do what he says and- Don't make faces like that." Sehun pouted. "It's really not that bad. Honestly, I need it. He's the only one who's managed to understand me so well. My needs are- They're different. I'm kind of a freak, I guess." "Aren't we all?" Jongin slumped against the bars. "This is really weird, man. So you call him 'daddy' instead of 'master'?" Sehun nodded. "And you guys like things rough." "I like things rough," Sehun played with the fabric of his shirt, looking at his feet, "only with him though. He knows how to push me. I don't know how to explain this. I want someone to stand over me, and he wants someone willing to be under him, and we both just slide together perfectly." There was a moment of prolonged silence. Sehun looked revealed, but also upset. "Doesn't it bother you when he hits you?" "Jongin, I honestly don't know how to explain it except that I like it. I like the pain and the soreness. I like being hit, but in the way he does it, I mean. He does it in a special way." "I think I'm getting it, somewhat." He sighed. "You like older men because they're strict. They like discipline and you like it when they enforce things ....?" Sehun smiled at the conclusion. "You should be a model child for your parents." "It can't be the same with my parents. When daddy does it, it turns me on. With mom and Donghae it just pisses me off." "Wow." Jongin finally mused. "You're complicated as fuck and kinky as shit." Sehun snorted. "If you'd told me all of this beforehand we could have avoided this mess." "I didn't think you'd react nicely to it. I mean ..." He sighed, "I suppose the easiest word to use for someone like me would be 'masochist'. You already seemed to have had it with my shit." Jongin laughed, full blown, loud and heartily. "Well, let's sum this up. My best friend is gay. He's into older guys and he's a masochist. Am I missing anything?" "Roleplay and BDSM." Jongin almost choked. "That's a lot of heavy stuff." "I'm not really as stupid as you think." He smiled. "You mixed your sex tape with your movies. I'm not sure I know a higher level of stupid." "You saw my dick!" "I saw you sucking dick too, but that's beside the point. I'll need a therapist." "I hate you so goddamn much right now." Sehun pursed his lips. He drummed his fingers on his thigh, and Jongin knew the action meant he was about to be bestowed by some important information. "You know we still haven't had sex." "Are we really going to talk about having sex in jail?" "Not you and me." Sehun's face scrunched up in disgust. "Me and da- my boyfr- da- aw what the fuck? My daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. We've done things, but he won't have sex with me, yet." "That's cool, I guess. Waiting until you're legal?" Sehun shrugged, not quite knowing the answer either. "When did you even find out you were into this stuff? I mean, how?" "It's not like I woke up one day and realized I was like this. It was ... It was some part research, other parts experimenting..." "It's still so weird, you know. No offence." "It's not easy to understand." "I still can't believe you bottom." Sehun took off his shoe to fling it across the cell at Jongin. Cradle robber turned out to be ... not too much of a cradle robber. Jongin had honestly been surprised. "Hello." The man had smiled politely when Sehun and Jongin had been bailed. He was collecting some papers when Jongin spotted him at the end of the hall, and even from the distance Jongin had realized he'd made some poor judgments. Sehun's 'Daddy' looked no older than twenty three or twenty four. He actually looked like a university student in his casual attire. Jongin raised his hand in greeting, wondering if Sehun was going to introduce them. "This is Jongin, my best friend." Sehun sighed, like speaking his name took energy he was better off using elsewhere. "This is Joonmyun, my ... someone important." The two eyed each other while Jongin tried not to imagine Joonmyun throwing a naked Sehun around. Joonmyun broke the awkward atmosphere by extending his hand, "Pleasure." Jongin gave it a firm shake, squeezing extra hard and feeling Joonmyun retaliate. They held hands, both glaring at each other to see who'd show the first sign of pain, as if it would dictate who deserved more of Sehun's time. "Ok, no need to get clingy." Sehun tore their hands away from each other, much to Jongin's relief because fucking hell Joonmyun had a strong grip. He'd definitely need that to control someone like Sehun. "I'm expecting an explanation on why I had to leave my studies to get you out of jail." Joonmyun turned to Sehun, his voice losing all the softness that he'd directed at them earlier. "It's all his fault!" Sehun whined, suddenly shrinking in on himself and pointing an accusatory finger at Jongin. "You know how it works, baby boy." "Yes, daddy." His voice dropped to a soft whisper. Joonmyun's eyes darted to Jongin, gauging his reaction, but he was too busy trying to collect his jaw from the floor after witnessing Sehun's uncharacteristically compliant behaviour. This master slave thing was real? Jongin did his fair share of research on Sehun's ... interests. He wanted to understand the situation a little better because he was still adamant that Sehun was stuck in a terrifying abusive relationship. A few dinners with Joonmyun and Sehun seemed to clear a lot of bad air, leaving only room for intense curiosity. He was always surprised when Sehun showed him pictures of himself being tied in intricate bindings of coloured rope, or photos of new 'toys' Joonmyun had bought for their 'playroom'. Rich frat ass daddy had a whole room separated for his and Sehun's kinky ventures. It didn't seem to thrill Jongin as it did Sehun, but it did make him more and more curious. Jongin slowly trudged into the world of BDSM. After seeing Sehun's attachment and excitement, Jongin also decided to give it a test run. The most he managed to get was allowing Sehun to put a handcuff on one of his wrists before he broke into full blown panic, and handcuffs weren't even related to BDSM. Sehun had laughed to the point of tears at how 'vanilla' Jongin was. After developing a newfound admiration for his best friend, Jongin let it go. He never forgave Sehun for destroying his image of the beautiful word 'daddy', but he still worried when an odd coloured mark peeked out from under Sehun's clothes, fussed when Sehun limped or needed to sit in an odd position, and spammed Sehun's inbox when he ditched plans with Jongin to hang out with Joonmyun instead. Sehun retaliated by sending a snap of himself doing something lewd. This time it was him licking Joonmyun's nipple, with his back arced up so Jongin could see something neon coloured sticking out of his ass and Joonmyun's hand on it, probably pumping it inside him. Jongin refused to accept that he screamed shrilly, but he admitted to having thrown his phone into the bathroom and counting sheep to fall asleep, because the thought of Sehun in his dreams gave him nightmares in waking moments.