Suga Baby •Sope•

Twenty Seven

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 Consent can be withdrawn at any time, for any reason and all activity must cease immediately.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."