Hoseok showed up to the address Namjoon had texted him earlier that week. The entrance, tucked between two modern apartment complexes just a few streets down from the main road of the suburb that was just a few minutes from the CBD, was deceptively normal. It sat back a little from the street, slightly obscured by a pine slat wall. The light that spilled from the door was workplace fluorescent. As he got closer, he saw the small reception desk.

That was the first clue that this wasn't just some pokey office. The receptionist was a small woman with vibrant purple hair. Her round face was skilfully but heavily made up, her winged liner sharp enough to cut glass, her lips the colour of blood, her eyebrows drawn in black filigree. Her cheeks were pierced, metal dimples reflecting the light when she smiled. Her nose and septum also sported metal and when she opened her mouth to greet him, he saw a flash of silver on her tongue.

"Hi. Welcome to Darq and Wilde. Do you have an appointment?" Her voice was pleasant, her smile open and friendly.

Hoseok smiled back instinctively. "I'm here to see Namjoon."

"Great!" She lowered her eyes to the screen on her desk. "Name?"

"Ah, Hoseok Jung."

"Excellent. There you are." She clicked her mouse a few times before grabbing a clipboard off her desk and handing it over to him. He took it, quickly scanning it before looking up expectantly.

"We ask all guests to read and sign our privacy policy. As well as club rules. It's pretty basic stuff. No pictures unless you're given specific permission by all parties photographed, including backgrounds. No posts to social media, even with permission. No mention of anyone's muggle names in connection with the club." She gave him a smile. "Most people who perform or teach have pseudonyms and those're fine to use. But a lot of people like to keep their playtime separate from their real life. Other than that, it's all pretty standard. No touching without specific verbal consent. Consent can be withdrawn at any time, for any reason and all activity must cease immediately. Private rooms are not to be entered without invitation, even if doors are open. Private room doors are not to be opened from the outside by anyone other than staff. There's a list of safety procedures that must be observed during play, but Joon will go through that with you. Also some more specific stuff for medical play."

Hoseok nodded absently, already reading through the waver. He read the section involving bodily fluids and medical play even though he was pretty sure nothing like that would be involved tonight. At least he hoped not. A lifetime of watching his mother struggle with her condition, injections, hospitalisations, invasive tests and surgeries left him severely uncomfortable with the idea of incorporating such things into his sex life.

When he was done, he signed and handed it back.

"I've already let Namjoon know you're here. Take a seat, he'll be out shortly."

True to the receptionist's word (Hoseok realised guiltily he didn't get her name), Namjoon appeared only a few minutes later. The taller man was dressed casually again, a pair of worn in jeans, a blue and white baseball tee with the sleeves pushed up his forearms and a pair of slides on his feet. It made Hoseok feel a little better about showing up in his studio sweats.

"Hey, Hoseok. Nice to see you again." He greeted him with a handshake. Namjoon's grip was firm, his gaze direct but it didn't hold the same challenge Jin's did.

Hoseok found himself smiling again. "You too."

"Follow me. Kookie's waiting inside." He slipped his hands into his pockets and walked down the hall he'd appeared from.

"Oh, he's here today? Yoongi didn't mention it would be both of you." He said conversationally.

"Well, he's my regular bunny so I usually have him here when I'm teaching. You'll be practicing on him when we get around to actual rope play. He's really good at guiding beginners on how tight to tie, where to place knots, that sort of thing. Hell he's probably almost as good a rigger as me now. Plus, he's actually a live art model in his spare time, which means he's experienced at holding uncomfortable poses for extended periods." Namjoon's face broke into a grin filled with obvious affection. "Doesn't hurt that his body gives Michelangelo's David a run for his money."

Hoseok gave a polite chuckle, not sure if commenting on Jungkook's body was appropriate or not, and honestly only having a vague recollection of it bound and lazily swinging from tan ropes anyway.

When they reached the small alcove where Jungkook waited, Namjoon slipped off his slides, choosing to walk barefoot across the thin rug covering the hardwood floor that the younger man was sitting cross-legged on, wearing a baggy white shirt and what looked like booty shorts, head bent over his phone. Jungkook looked up as they approached, an open, friendly smile appearing instantly. With a lithe grace that suggested Jungkook himself had trained in some form of dance or gymnastics, he twisted to his feet, holding out his hand.

"Hoseok. Good to see you again."

Hoseok shook his hand and again, it was firm, sure. Like Yoongi, Jungkook only seemed to be delicate and submissive when he chose to be. If, in fact, he was submissive at all outside of the ropes.

"So, Hoseok." Namjoon clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "How much do you know about rope bondage?"

"Uh, not a great deal." He scratched the back of his neck. He didn't notice, but Namjoon's lips twitched in amusement as both he and Jungkook sank gracefully to the floor in perfect synchronisation when he indicated they should be seated. Namjoon himself hunkered down into a flat-footed squat so they were all at eye level.

"I saw a few pictures on the internet and I saw your performance that night. I did a bit of reading about it, watched a few videos but I thought I'd wait for proper instruction rather than delve too deeply online. You know, since it has to be done right to be safe and all."

Namjoon nodded approvingly, Jungkook thoughtfully echoing his movements. "That's actually really good. I much prefer working with a clean slate than trying to undo bad habits people pick up on their own. So yeah, safety first. Obviously, any kind of bondage play can be dangerous, but the malleable nature of rope makes it even more so. Tying too tight or a knot in the wrong position can cause permanent damage. So, we'll go over the basics of rope safety first, ok?"

"Yeah, sounds good." Hoseok slipped easily into student mode. It helped that Namjoon spoke with the same authoritative, knowledgeable tone as many of his professors.

"So, first and foremost is consent. Anything other than an enthusiastic yes is a no. Of course, in scene you might play with non con or dub con-"

At Hoseok's puzzled frown Jungkook helpfully supplied. "Non consent and dubious consent. It's one of the reasons we have safewords. In scene, no isn't always no."

Hoseok's mind flashed back to the many times Yoongi had begged him to stop or outright denied him during play and nodded in understanding. It had taken him a while to stop hesitating mid-scene with uncertainty. No had always meant no before. The grey area BDSM covered made pre-scene negotiation so much more vital.

"Exactly." Namjoon nodded, a small, affectionate smile directed at the younger boy. "But before scene both parties need to be fully on board or things can get sloppy and mistakes can be made. Second, always have a safeword system in place, or if your sub is non-verbal for whatever reason, you need to have an audible and visual signal in place. Some people hold a ball, which can also be good for indicating numbness in extremities. Ball drops, you stop tying and get them loose ASAP. Snapping fingers is also good. Always keep a pair of safety sheers within reach. I mean that literally. If you have to step away from your sub to reach them, they're too far away. If your sub goes red, cut them out straight away. You can always buy more rope."

"Have you ever had to do that?" He asked curiously.

Both Namjoon and Jungkook nodded. "Yeah, a few times. Going red is something that happens to everyone. Not just subs either. I've safe worded with partners before because things were too intense or crossed into one of my hard limits."

Hoseok hadn't really thought about that. That the dominant might need to safe word out of play. He was curious what had prompted such a thing; but decided it would be too invasive to ask.

After the safety talk, Namjoon stood Jungkook up and indicated different places on the body that had nerves which could get pinched or damaged in a bad tie. He went over the various ways to tell if things were going wrong. He even gave Hoseok a few print outs with the info they'd covered on it. He'd also stated in unequivocal terms that the neck should never be tied.

"Right, so, on to the good stuff." He grinned, dimples popping into his cheeks in a way that made him look much younger and softer than he was.

Beside him, Jungkook sat up a little straighter, an anticipatory gleam in his eye.

"So, there are a few different kinds of rope." He held out his hand expectantly and Jungkook lent back and grabbed a black, canvas duffle, similar to Hoseok's dance gear bag. He rummaged through it and brought out a few hanks of rope. He handed them over to Namjoon smoothly, a silent testament to the closeness of their relationship. Once his hands were free, the younger man dipped back into the bag and pulled out a square of cotton fabric that was dyed with an intricate navy and white pattern that was reminiscent of waves. He laid it in the space before all of them, smoothing it out with practiced motions.

Namjoon placed the first hank, a green and white, plastic looking length, on to it. "This one is your garden variety nylon synthetic rope you get from a hardware store. Please, for the love of god, don't tie anyone with this. I mean you can..."

"But you really shouldn't." Jungkook finished for him, grinning. "It cuts into the skin and burns like a bitch."

"Exactly. This stuff." He held up a softer looking, but still obviously synthetic black one. "Is what a lot of people buy from like sex stores and the like. Fine for some light bondage, but too slippery for shibari or kinbaku. It has no bite, so it can tighten under strain. Plus the artificial fibres can give you a nasty burn. It can be used for more decorative stuff though, if it isn't load bearing. So, think a purely aesthetic harness or maybe a leash?" He looked over at Jungkook who nodded approvingly. "Be careful using it that way though, the slide across skin can be too rapid and burn. Plus, it can cause chafing if worn too long or if it moves too much."

"This is a cotton." He held out a simple white rope. "It's soft, natural, but it has too much give for shibari, it can really cut into the skin. But for regular bondage, it's fine. Less likely to burn. And some subs really enjoy the discomfort of rope cutting into them when they struggle." At the words, even though Namjoon's voice was neutral and he was looking directly at Hoseok, Jungkook shifted a little, his ears turning red and a shy smile playing at his lips.

"This is hemp." He held up two tan coiled lengths. "Great for shibari. Lots of bite, not too harsh on the skin. Never go thinner than eight mil if you're aiming for suspension. At least at suspension points. You can go thinner for more intricate ties as long as you don't make them load bearing. I personally use hemp or jute in a combo of ten mil and six mil for most of my ties. Less stretch, good bite. Harder to dye though and they require more maintenance. But we'll go through that later."

"Oh, Yoongi ordered a full jute set for him, actually. Top of the line. Pre-treated. Fancy coloured ones too, I think." Jungkook piped up. "Rosalie said it got delivered a few days ago."

Namjoon nodded with a smirk. "Well Yoongi was always a bit of a diva about what rope touched his delicate skin. We'll grab it later. He can work with mine for now."

And before Hoseok could dwell on exactly why Namjoon knew Yoongi's skin was delicate, the taller man was showing him how to secure the base of a single column tie. And exactly what a single column tie was. Turned it, it was just a fancy rope term for tying around a single, well, column, like the torso, or a singular leg or arm. He explained why slip knots were a no no and showed him how to tie with reverse tension so the knot would survive tension.

Jungkook volunteered a leg for practice. At first Hoseok was very careful to avoid direct contact, skin on skin. But after a few minutes of Jungkook's highly amused smirk and Namjoon's knowing chuckle, he'd loosened up and begun to more confidently manhandle the smaller man. It wasn't much different from when he moved his dance students into position sometimes.

The two hours Namjoon allotted flew by and soon he was untangling Jungkook. Or Kookie as he insisted Hoseok call him with a dry reminder that they'd just spent a little under an hour with Hoseok's hands on his thighs, so formality was kind of pointless. Namjoon went off to grab Hoseok's parcel while Jungkook packed up the duffle.

"You seem nice." The younger man stated out of the blue. "I'm glad Yoongi finally found someone else to play with."

Hoseok reddened, nodding uncomfortably. "Didn't like sharing Namjoon?" He asked in an unabashed prompt for more information about their history.

Jungkook laughed softly. "Not at all. Namjoon and I rather enjoy sharing. Especially with Yoongi. All that pale skin..." His eyes sparkled mischievously, waiting for Hoseok to bite.

Hoseok clenched his jaw and gave a sharp nod.

Namjoon's voice cut the tense silence, making both men jump. "Bunny." Hoseok wasn't sure if it was the pet name or the tone that had Jungkook sitting ramrod straight, hands sliding quickly to his thighs as his eyes fixed attentively on the lean man towering over them both. "Don't tease the man. He's new. He doesn't understand how things work yet."

Then he offered Hoseok a relaxed smile, shifting the box he held to rest on his hip casually. "If you're asking the nature of my relationship with Jungkook, he's my sub and my boyfriend, but we're a little more relaxed about monogamy than traditional couples. As for our relationship with Yoongi. That's not really our place to divulge. I can assure you, though, that nothing has occurred between us since well before his relationship with you started."

Hoseok nodded again, a little more relaxed, although still mildly annoyed that these two obviously had history with his-

Your what? He pulled himself up short from the thought. He had no business being jealous or possessive over Yoongi. They weren't boyfriends. Hell, even their contract was only as employer and employee, not dom and sub. Nothing about them was exclusive. He wasn't quite ready to examine why that irritated him. He just knew that it did.

He took a deep breath before saying. "It's fine. I just don't know much about him or you guys. I guess I was just curious."

Namjoon hummed noncommittally, exchanging a quick glance with Jungkook. Whatever passed between them, Hoseok missed though, as he folded the papers Namjoon had given him earlier in the night and stuffed them in his bag.

"Anyway." Namjoon continued on, as if he hadn't just reprimanded his sub or admitted he'd slept with Hoseok's. "Yoongi was hoping you were ok with two lessons a week."

"Yeah, that's fine." He sighed, rubbing his forehead in agitation. His schedule was getting steadily more packed. At this rate, he'd barely have any time for his studies, let alone for himself. "Can I get back to you when I'm free? Or are you only available certain times?"

"We can iron it out over text. All good." Then seeming to remember the box he straightened. "Oh! This is yours. I'll let you open it privately. Just in case." His lips quirked into a smirk that had Hoseok breathe out a laugh. "But bring everything back next time and we'll go through it, ok?"

"Yeah, sure. And thanks for tonight. This whole shibari thing is pretty cool."

"Well, we like it." Namjoon chuckled. "Just practice your single column ties in the meantime and go through that safety list again. I'll text you for details of our next class." He stuck out his hand and Hoseok shook it.

Then he reached down to offer his hand to Jungkook, who briefly tore his gaze from Namjoon to grasp his hand briefly before lowering it back onto his thigh.

"Till next time, then." Hoseok said by way of departure.

"Next time." Namjoon echoed, his attention already shifting to the kneeling man at his feet.

A/N Two updates in two days? I'm spoiling you guys.

Anyway, phew! That was dense! I hope you liked your free rope lesson, lol

I'm a sucker for Namkook, so I love writing them. I think maybe Jungkook was in for a bit of fun after class with teacher, don't you?

And I know a lot of you have seen this before but I found this on my hunt for Namkook pics. I mean like, WTF Kookie??

Ahem! Well, don't forget to vote.

Remember I will take requests for this fic for kinky fun (although I won't always say yes, kittens)

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