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To say, Hoseok is a little nervous, would be the understatement of the century. He feels like he could explode from all the nerves wrecking his body.

Yoongi and Jimin walking up, suitcases rolling behind them.

"Oh my, he does look pissed." Jin grins, lowering his sunglasses to take a good look at the pale boy.

The dominant's eyes are ice cold, face emotionless and his lips pressed in a tight line.

Hoseok is going to get it. He knows he is, and he's dreading his punishment. The younger had punished him for the same thing before and something tells him that the shorter is going to punish him harder than the last time.

"Hey!" Jimin says excitedly and Hoseok smiles a little but his eyes keep adverting to Yoongi's.

"Ah, you must be Park Jimin." Jimin says immediately leading the short man up the stairs of the private jet. Leaving Hoseok and Yoongi to themselves.

"And?"

The elder swallows thickly. "I-I'm sorry sir." He stutters nervously. "I'm willing to change my attitude but please realise I had a different up bringing so I might slip."

The shorter nods, a grin spreading on his lips.

"After this punishment, I doubt you will."

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Seoul — London is a long flight but it feels even longer for Jung Hoseok. Every passing minute he's getting more antsy.

He knows he deserves to be punished and Yoongi promised him a harsh one, but they've been in this plane for several hours now and the younger hasn't even mentioned the punishment.

Instead he's just calmly chatting with Jin, every once in a while looking at the submissive squirm in his seat.

So while he's talking to Jimin, Hoseok snaps.

Wanting to get it over with he softly reaches forward, tapping Yoongi's knee. A blush on his cheeks.

The younger just holds up a finger, indicating that he'll have to wait.

So he waits, shifting in his seat impatiently.

Thinking it does take the intern a bit long to wrap up his conversation with Jimin, so instead of waiting a little longer he taps his knee again.

Yoongi's eyes slowly sliding to his, a stern look on his face. "What, Hoseok?"

Jimin and Jin silently share a look, unsure of what is about to happen. Both know about the two's activities in the bedroom but neither of them know how active they are outside of the bedroom.

"Uhm—" The elder sucks in a breath, nervously eying the two sitting next to them. Not wanting them to hear. So he leans in a little closer, talking softly. "M-master what about my—"

"Speak up." Yoongi demands making the CEO panic a little on the inside.

Yes, Jimin has signed a confidentiality contract but does that mean he'll openly show this side of him? He and Jimin did have quite a good first meeting but this is like a hundred steps further than just a good meeting.

This is utter humiliation.

He looks at Yoongi, knowing this what he wants. This is what he signed up for when he offered Yoongi the contract.

"Master." He breathes. "What about my—" he takes a deep breath to gather confidence. "What about my p-punishment."

His face is burning up, refusing to look at the two seated besides them. Eyes fixated on the floor but he's certain the younger is smirking, enjoying his humiliation.

"Your what?" Yoongi taunts, loving the way Hoseok is forced to be the sub he is in front of a new person, a person that once was threatened by him.

The elder grits his teeth. "My punishment."

The intern nods, loosening his seatbelt. "We could do that right now, pretty useful these private jets."

As much as Hoseok hates the humiliation of them knowing he'll get punished, he's glad to get out of there and into the second seating area. The jet having two closed off areas that flight attendants only enter when their being buzzed in.

Yoongi shuts the door behind hem, slowly allowing his eyes to take in every millimetre of the CEO's body.

"Master, please punish me." The submissive pleads, eyes wide and desperate. He wants this feeling to go away, he wants to feel like a good boy again, like Yoongi's good little kitten.

"Okay." Is all the dominant says, softly raising his shirt to look down at his pants. "But I didn't bring a belt."

Hoseok immediately starts loosening his own, ready to offer it to Yoongi for his punishment, only to be stopped.

"Kitten, your belt is way to thin. I'm not going to use that weak little thing on you. I need a firm and thick belt, one like..," his eyes filled with mischief. "One like Jimin's."

The CEO stands frozen, not sure if he truly understands what Yoongi is implying. Is he implying that he wants Jimin's belt? Or that he's going to get it from him.

The younger leans forward, a grin on his smug face as he look straight into the CEO eyes with a smug look on his face.

"And you." He runs a hand through my hair.

"Are going to get it for me."

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