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Mingi was ecstatic, his manager just delivered the good news to him. His upcoming title track and 2 besides for his next EP are getting produced by the legend himself, Kim Hongjoong. Two weeks until recording, he jumps around pumping his fist in the air. It’s not that Mingi was unknown in any way shape or form but to have the iconic producer tag of Hongjoong’s laugh on not 1 but 3 of his tracks could put him at a #1. The day had finally come, he was meeting the Kim Hongjoong. Mingi was never one to call himself a fan of others in the industry but he watched many videos on Kim Hongjoong's YouTube channel day in and day out, watching his process, and analyzing his work ethic and personality. Hongjoong was a perfectionist and lucky for him Mingi was perfect, they’d have the songs recorded in record time. “I’m so excited,” Mingi exclaims, taking a large swig from his water bottle.“So you’ve said….six times already.” Yunho mocks, playfully hitting Mingi’s shoulder.“Do you have a crush on the guy?” San says, joining in on the mocking.“Ha ha.” Mingi says sarcastically, taking another swig.“Are you that nervous? You’ve drunk all the bottles in the cooler.”Mingi nods. “I don’t think recording will go wrong but he’s one of the biggest producer’s out right now and I have to stay on his good side, do you know how many connections he has? I could even win a Grammy if he keeps me around.”San and Yunho nod in agreement. The car stops, Mingi feels his heart fall to his stomach, this wasn’t a case of butterflies but a case of sickness, he was beyond anxious but he couldn’t let that show in front of Hongjoong. Upon studying the man, one thing Mingi realized Hongjoong hated the most was an artist who lacked confidence in his presence since he took his craft seriously. Mingi took a few deep breaths, San reaching over the seat from behind him, rubbing his shoulders to soothe him. “You got this!” San exclaims, cheering on Mingi.“I got this!” Mingi yells, pumping his fist in the air. The 3 sit in the car pumping Mingi up until his manager snaps the 3 of them out of it.“Mingi-ah, it's 5 past 1, if you stay in here yelling for even a minute longer Hongjoong-ssi will leave. He hates tardiness. Mingi nods, quickly opening his door to step out of the vehicle looking over the roof to see a man with a threatening aura standing at the entrance of the company. He looked shorter in person though.Mingi walks towards Hongjoong, bowing a complete 90 degrees. “It’s nice to meet you Kim Hongjoong-ssi and a pleasure to be working with you.” Hongjoong looked down at the man bowing, waiting for him to stand up. He was cuter in real life but he had already heard rumors about the man’s attitude so he thought to himself how long this facade he has on right now will last and if it’ll keep him thoroughly entertained or piss him off beyond belief. He looks behind Mingi, to once over the two men who walked up with him. “Mingi-ssi, my works are a closed practice. Your little entourage can’t be here.” He says dramatically, waving his hand around in a circle in their direction.“Entourage?” Mingi questions, “These are my friends, they're like my emotional support for recording.” Yunho and San smiling down at Hongjoong, not speaking.“If they get in the way of the recording I’ll leave.” Hongjoong threatens, walking into the building Mingi and crew following behind him. They’d been recording for about 4 hours or so by now. There are moments when Mingi barely utters a word, without Hongjoong interrupting him, telling him to stop and start from the top. “Okay let’s add a few adlibs to verse 1, it feels a bit flat,” Hongjoong says, playing the track for Mingi so he could add adlibs where he sees fit. Mingi rolls his eyes but goes along with it, he needs these tracks. Hongjoong was being particular, even more so than usual, almost as if he was trying to antagonize Mingi. Mingi had watched many BTS videos of Hongjoong so he knew how strict he could be, but this felt worse than anything he’d watched. Hongjoong thought to himself that Mingi looked a bit hot when he was upset. These are thoughts he would never have at work but something about the spoiled man in front of him he found attractive. “Let’s record this entire verse again. The pre-chorus and chorus are fine, verse 1 is so-so but verse 2 could use some work. Do it again please!” Mingi hates re-recording and he felt as if the man was trying to make fun of him. “What do you mean record it again?”“Record the verse again,” Hongjoong repeated over the mic.“I’ve recorded this verse 5 times and I never do that, I’m Song Mingi? Song Mingi, everything’s perfect from the start but you keep picking and choosing small things to nag” He scoffs, glaring at the man.“The take was weak, I need to make sure the beat matches your color truly, record it again.” Mingi scoffs again, looking at the so-called entourage that accompanied him to the studio. “Do you guys hear him?” They laugh, murmuring amongst themselves as they go along with whatever Mingi says. Hongjoong turns around in his swivel chair, glowering up to them. “Why are you guys still here? I told you guys to leave the moment you walked in with him or I would.” The light brown-haired man sitting far left on the couch speaks up. “We go everywhere Mingi goes, we’ll leave if he tells us to.” The man says.“Who are you, exactly?” “I’m Yunho, his best friend.” “Well okay Yunho, his best friend. Either you two leave or I do. How many times do I need to repeat myself?” Mingi steps out of the booth, walking to his entourage's side. “What’s taking so long?” “I'm leaving,” Hongjoong says, standing up from the chair headed toward the door.Mingi panics, rushing over to the door to barricade it.“Get out of my way.” Mingi shakes his head, eyes darting over to Yunho and San.“You two need to leave, now.”The two stare at each other, shrugging before leaving the room. Yunho whispered ‘You shouldn’t have invited us to begin with.’ as he exited with San.Mingi and Hongjoong stare, the two at a standstill, both of them refusing to falter.“Get in the booth and re-record the verse,” Hongjoong says, rearing his head back to the booth.“I’ve already said I don’t like to re-record my verses, be glad I did it that much. Let’s move on to track 3 ” Mingi responds informally.“Who do you think you’re talking to? You fucking brat. Get in the booth and record the verse again.” Venom spews from Hongjoong’s mouth as he makes sure to enunciate the insult.Mingi’s eyes grow wide at Hongjoong’s insult, his mouth dry with no quip back.“Get in the booth.” He says again, voice cold as he snaps his head to the side.Mingi stands in place, unmoving. Hongjoong wraps his arm around Mingi’s, dragging him over towards the couch. “Sit down.” He demands.“Why?” He wants to challenge Hongjoong, seeing what the outcome of this could be.Hongjoong scoffs, yanking Mingi down on the couch by his arm, grabbing a fistful of his hair to yank his head back to force Mingi to make eye contact with him. “I heard horror stories about you, but you're much worse than I thought you’d be. I can’t stand working with self-centered brats who think they know more than me or go against my word. Do you want me to work with you or not? I could ruin you.” Mingi’s dick twitches in his pants, to say he’s turned on is an understatement, he wasn’t sure what came over him but he liked the dominance being asserted on him. “I’m. not. recording. again.” Mingi speaks out slowly, making sure every word is enunciated. “You think everything should go your way because no one ever puts you in your place. I don’t know who you think you're talking to but you've met your match.” Mingi smirks up to Hongjoong, cocking his head to the side. “You may be good at your job but what makes you think you’re a match to me?” Hongjoong’s grip tightens, yanking at Mingi’s brown locks harder this time. “Do I need to put you in your place?” “How are you gonna do that exactly?” Mingi smirks again.“Wipe that smirk off your face.” Hongjoong demands. Mingi refuses, the smirk growing wider across his face. Without another word, Hongjoong crashed his lips against Mingi’s, forcing his tongue down the man’s throat and tightening his grip on his hair. He was sure a few strands would come out once he removed his hand. He broke the kiss, looking down at Mingi, that smirk still there. “You’re so fucking defiant.” Hongjoong sucks air between his teeth, releasing Mingi’s hair from his hand. “Do you think you’re going to fuck me? Is that why you’re smirking?” Hongjoong questions, laughing to himself as he shakes his head. He steps back removing the belt from its loops as he refuses to break eye contact with Mingi, oncing over his entire outfit and smirking to himself. “Take your belt off.” He commands. Mingi’s smirk faltered at the odd request. “What?” Genuine confusion dripped from his tongue. “Take off your belt or I'll do it for you,” Hongjoong says, holding his belt to his side. Mingi stares up in confusion but follows the man’s orders, removing his belt from around his waist. “Get on all fours.” “What?”“Mingi, get on all fours.” His eyes were dark as they glazed over Mingi’s. “Why do you suck at following orders?” Mingi was filled with genuine confusion as he got on all fours awkwardly on the too-small couch. He thought he was about to get laid so this request was odd. Once he was on all fours Hongjoong stood over him, shoving his head into the couch. “Don’t mopushesngi didn’t respond, he didn’t know if he was allowed to. Hongjoong takes Mingi’s arms, placing them at his back, “Ball your hands into fists.” Mingi complies, Hongjoong takes his wrists holding them in place, wrapping his belt around them as tight as he could so they’d stay in place. Mingi was turned on, confused, and scared all at once. What exactly was this man planning? Hongjoong snakes his right hand aren'td his squeeze unzipping it, popping open the button on his pants as well. “Artists like you think they can walk over everyone they work with, without repercussions and get away with it.” Hongjoong tsks, yanking Mingi’s pants down along with his boxers in one swift movement, rubbing at the soft exposed cheeks. Mingi shudders, an idea of what’s to come next. Hongjoong reaches down to grab Mingi’s belt where he dropped it, popping it to incite fear into Mingi, rubbing at his fresh skin again. “I’m not a pushover, Mingi-ah.” Hongjoong says, reeling his arm back, bringing it down with the belt, a harsh smack landing across Mingi’s ass. Mingi jumps at the sudden feeling of harsh leather against his skin. Hongjoong repeats his movement, Mingi crying out. Three, four, five smacks on Mingi’s ass, the plump skin burning red now. Hongjoong smirks, tossing the belt to the side. Hongjoong uses his hand now to bring a harsh blow against Mingi’s ass, rubbing at the cherry-red patch of skin. Bringing his hand back down, five, six, seven. Tears are streaming down Mingi’s face, his dick twitching against his clothed stomach. “Hongjoong…wait.” Hongjoong ignores him, another harsh blow to his ass, Mingi cumming untouched against his tank top. “Did you seriously just cum? I didn’t tell you to cum did I?” Mingi shakes his head no, not being able to muster any words vocally. Hongjoong stands up, pulling Mingi up by his shoulders. “Say ah.” Mingi complies, parting his lips for the older man. “Good boy.” Hongjoong enters the first finger into Mingi’s mouth, “Close.” Mingi complies, sucking at the finger. Hongjoong’s fingers are small, he knows this but he knows he can still ruin Mingi, he thinks to himself as he pushing a second finger into Mingi’s mouth. Mingi sucks on Honfjoong's fingers with smacks of his lips and a narrowed, focused gaze opushesoong’s face, another shudder moving down his spine as he sees the lust deep within Hongjoong’s eyes. “Are you a slut Mingi-ah? You don’t listen to me when it comes to recording and act defiant but you listen to orders like this so easily because you want to be fucked. How shameful are you?” Hongjoong whispers into Mingi’s ear as he shoves his fingers in and out of Mingi’s mouth, gripping his hair once more, shoving Mingi’s head down onto his fingers causing him to gag, Hongjoong smirking at the reaction before removing his fingers. Tear-filled eyes stare up at Hongjoong, pleading. “Lay on your back.” Mingi complies, holding his belted hands above his head. “You already came but you’re hard again? You really think you’re the one fucking me.” He laughs, dragging Mingi down a little lower on the couch to the side he’s standing at the end of bending Mingi’s legs up a bit, removing his pants and boxers for good, bending the taller man back into position spitting down a glob to the taller man’s hole, sliding his half-dry finger into, Mingi choking out a small moan at the intrusion. Hongjoong spits out a second glob of spit as he enters a second finger into Mingi, fucking them into him harshly, his small fingers just barely grazing at Mingi’s prostate, feeling as if he was teasing the younger man.“Hyung- please fuck me.”“Hyung? I didn’t tell you to call me that Mingi-ah” Hongjoong mocks, as he enters a third, dry finger refusing to help the push of this one, Mingi chokes out a cry tears welling at the corners of his eyes. Hongjoong’s thrusts aren’t fast or slow, just steady, making sure he’s teasing Mingi. “Hongjoong-ssi, I— Mmmf, if you're going to fuck me.. please just do it. The teasing hurts.” He manages to mutter as he grinds down against Hongjoong’s fingers, receiving a hard slap on his thighs. “Don’t rush me.” He responded as he continued to fuck his fingers up into Mingi, giving it about five more minutes before removing them. Mingi’s cock was red and hard against his tank, pathetic. “I bet you want me to touch you, don’t you.” Mingi nods his head quickly, getting a laugh out of Hongjoong. “I’ll touch you when I feel like it.” Hongjoong steps back, finally releasing his own hard cock from its constraints, pulling it through the slit of his boxers, refusing to take them or his pants off spitting into his hand, taking it down to his own member to lube himself up. Mingi felt exposed since he was the only one even slightly naked. “After I’m done, you better do everything I tell you to.” He growls, as he lines the head up with Mingi’s begging hole. Mingi wasn’t able to see how big or little Hongjoong was due to the position he was in, anticipating what was to come. Hongjoong lets out one last glob of spit as he slides in slowly yet harshly into Mingi, the taller finally bottoming out. Hongjoong’s dick wasn’t that long but it was wide as it filled him up. Hongjoong didn’t wait to receive a go-ahead from Mingi as he pulled out, rushing to push back in causing the man beneath him to scream out, his red hard cock once again spilling against his tank because of the suddenness causing his walls to squeeze around Hongjoong, his tears finally streaming down his face at full force. “Fuck… so tight. So good..” Hongjoong says with a low whine as he pulls out, ramming back into Mingi. Hongjoong fucks in and out of Mingi roughly, fastly, hitting his prostate with every single thrust without fail, soaking in the other male’s high-pitched whines that he didn’t even think he was capable of. “Hongjoong-ssi, I— Ungh, I— Mmfgh…” He tries his best to squeak out but he can’t, he’s too overstimulated to say anything as he comes untouched once again, this orgasm dry. He’s so far gone as his eyes lul to the back of his head as the smaller man fucks into his prostate with swiftness. He’s only ever bottomed once in his life and it was to fool around Yunho out of pure curiosity so the feeling felt brand new to him all over again. “You’re so fucking tight around me. I’m gonna cum soon.” He groans out, fucking into Mingi rougher than before, dropping the taller man’s legs to grip at his waist, this would definitely leave a bruise in the morning. “Hongjoong-ssi, fuck, m’ so full, fuck fuck fuck, Hongjoon-ssi, so fucking good! Hongjoong-ssi.” Inconsistent ramblings and Hongjoong’s name is all Mingi can choke out as the smaller man’s hips start to stutter, the grip on his waist growing tighter. “Mingi-ah, I’m coming!” He yells out as he cums inside the man beneath him, fucking the cum deeper into his prostate as he rides out his high, the two of them panting to catch their breath. “Now record… your fucking verse again.”