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Seokjin was very tired of not being touched.He had lived with his new masters for almost three months now.The best part was that they weren't truly his masters. They didn't tell him what to do, say or wear. They covered him in kindness: random gifts, kind gestures, and lots of kisses for every occasion.Seokjin knew these men were the best thing that ever happened to him. They treated him with every kindnessAnd that was the problem.They didn't look at him like a man with desire and intentions. Everytime Seokjin would try to move his hand lower, they would push him away or change the subject.Seokjin knew he wasn't as attractive as when he was younger. His abs weren't so prominent, and he definitely wasn't as flexible as he used to be. And they were all so beautiful, both inside and out. Seokjin just wanted to appreciate their bodies. Seokjin thought wryly that sex was probably his only skill. So he had formed a plan. Namjoon had opened a new club. The waiting list was a mile long, the performers top secret and every server prettier than the last.Hoseok had announced they were going to dance and celebrate at the club. Yoongi and Namjoon had conceded with a huff, although Seokjin had noticed the smiles pulling at the corners of their mouth.So, Seokjin was going to go to this club.He had bought lace up leather pants and a lace shirt that showed off his nipples. He desperately hoped it was enough. Seokjin was always impressed at the power their group commanded.When they walked in anywhere people kneeled, opening doors and kissed their rings. This club was no different. They were sectioned off behind velvet ropes, with bottles of champagne and towers of macarons. The music was a loud, pounding bass, lights and glitter swirling around the room. Every person in the club was staring at them. At their power, their dominance and their form-fitting clothes, diamonds glinting at their ears and in their hair. Seokjin knew that attention always turned Jimin on. It made his cheeks grow red and his legs cross.After a couple fidgety minutes Jimin, wearing the tightest red leather pants Seokjin had ever seen, had pushed Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook onto the dance floor.Seokjin had demurred with a shake of the head. He was definitely not a good enough dancer to compete with them on a club floor. And he didn't know any of the songs they were playing anyway.Unfortunately, Yoongi and Namjoon had fallen into one of their very long philosophical debates about music and the essence of the soul. Seokjin wished he could contribute to their conversation, but he was too nervous that they would look at him with pity. He couldn’t stand a poor Seokjin look.So, his leather pants unappreciated, he wandered around the edge of the dance floor. The hot foursome on the dance floor had attracted a crowd of onlookers. Seokjin raised an eyebrow. He had never seen someone do that to someone else with clothes on. After a couple pulsating moments of jealousy, Seokjin forced himself over to the bar. With a bit of pushing and prodding, he finally made his way to the front, ordering a rum and coke. He turned to pay after a couple minutes, but the bartender refused, pointing at a man at the end of the bar.That man wandered over, raking his eyes over Seokjin. He was handsome, wearing an expensive suit and a Rolex watch, hair slicked back. "Hey pretty thing. You gonna give me a thank you kiss for buying your drink?"Seokjin stiffened as his hand landed on him arm.His first master had liked for him to pickup guys at the bar, getting him to buy him drinks and fondle him, never going all the way. Seokjin felt the exact same way in this situation. Trapped and alone.As the man's hand started running up to Seokjin's shoulders, Seokjin glanced down.Jungkook had given him a silver bracelet for his surprise birthday party. It was engraved with all their initials. Jungkook had given it with a few stuttered words and red cheeks. It was the best gift Seokjin had ever received.And those lovely men, that's what they had taught Seokjin. That he was a person, that he had a right to say no. "No.""Sorry?" The man stiffened, raising an eyebrow. "You...You can't touch me like that."Seokjin tugged his arm away from the man. He turned, pushing through the oblivious crowd, bile rising in his throat. "Bitch!" Seokjin heard behind him. He ran over to the VIP section, a kind guard raising the ropes as he dove into Yoongi's lap. Yoongi's hand rested on his hair as Seokjin nuzzled into his shoulder. "What's wrong sweetheart?"Namjoon's hand came to rest on Seokjin's back.Seokjin looked up. He was pretty sure his mascara was running and he looked awful. He felt very small reflected in Yoongi's pupils. "I wore this leather pants and got all dressed up so you would notice me. I get it. You're all younger and prettier than me. But I know you care for me. And you're all being very mean by not having sex with me!"Seokjin closed his mouth with a snap. He could see the smile on Yoongi's face. Seokjin turned away, embarrassed, already planning to hide in the bathroom for the rest of night. Yoongi's hand wrapped around his. Not demanding, but comforting. Yoongi pulled Seokjin against him, Namjoon running his hand over Seokjin's knee in soothing motions. Namjoon breathed a long, sad breath. "Seokjin, do you really think you're ready for sex? All you're experiences in your life have been nonconsensual. We want you to be in our lives for the rest of forever, and if we rush it we're scared what that will cause."Seokjin blushed to the tips of his ears. "You want me for...For forever?"Yoongi chimed in with a laugh: "I mean we're all head over heels in love with you Seokjin."Seokjin rubbed at his lips, pensive. "I think...No I know I'm not ready for sex. But I want to be intimate with you all. Not because I have to, but because I want to. All of you."Namjoon smiled, showcasing his two dimples. "We're happy to hear that Seokjin. We aren't mind readers you know, you need to tell us.""Alright." Seokjin pushed his head back against Yoongi's chest, embarrassed again at the hot weight of Namjoon's stare.Yoongi made a quick sign with his hand. In one breath, Seokjin was surrounded by the dancing foursome, with cuddling arms and cute kisses."What's wron-""Jinnie, were you crying? You look like-""Are you alright? Do I need to kill-""You need lots of hugs!"Seokjin revealed in the attention for one long minute before pulling a little away. "I'm okay. I want to move forward with our relationship. Not all the way, but some of the way. Also I love you all very much."He said that last part quickly. He got a lot of kisses in response. Seokjin got fairly distracted for a couple minutes more, only returning to the room when Jimin tugged at his hair. Jimin was looking at him with a quizzical look, chest heaving in his black silk crop top. "You still looked like you were crying over something. Not just about us."Seokjin eyes closed for a quick second. He used to be a great liar, particularly in regards to sex. However, with this group of men he couldn't even look at them and say a white lie. "I went to the bar. And there was a man there. And he bought me a drink. But I didn't tell him to buy me a drink I promise!"Jungkook layed kisses against Seokjin's neck. "We know sweetheart.""And then he tried to touch me. But I said no and left. He called me a bitch."Seokjin could feel every cord of Jungkook's muscles stiffen under him. Namjoon motioned to some of his guards with one hand. Taehyung pulled out a butterfly knife, weaving it through his hands with practiced motions. Yoongi, with a quiet sigh. pulled Seokjin off his lap."We're just going to be about half an hour alright? And then we'll go home and make hot chocolate and watch Ru Paul's Drag Race."Seokjin knew if he told them not to do anything, they wouldn't hunt this man down. But he wasn't that good of a person."Could you cut off his cock please?"Hoseok's hand ruffled through Seokjin's hair. "Course hun."Twenty-eight minutes later they walked home, arms interlaced, humming bad pop songs. Namjoon's nuzzled against Seokjin as their apartment door swung open. "You know, you complained about how mean we were, not letting you get off. But I think you like it. Do you want to test our theory?"