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Jeongguk was what one would call a little bit of a brat. There was a certain rush he got out of pushing his doms just that one step too far, and he reveled in the dominance that came when his hyungs decided they'd had enough with him.
This time, though, he may have taken it a little too far.
He had meant to flick only a little bit of water at Namjoon. Not enough to actually make him upset, but definitely enough to get a rise out of him. Jeongguk didn't know why he listened to the little voice in his head that told him, throw the sponge right at his face. It'll be so funny. That voice rarely suggested anything that had Jeongguk's best interest in mind.
Admittedly, it was hilarious. The wet slapping sound of the sponge hitting Namjoon's face, then the ground, was the most amusing thing Jeongguk had heard in a while. And he had laughed, looked at Namjoon's shirt that was now wet from the water dripping down his face, and laughed even harder.
And then Namjoon's expression turned from one of shock to one of seriousness and Jeongguk realized he might be in more trouble than he had really accounted for.
“I'm… so sorry hyung,” Jeongguk gets out, attempting to look apologetic. He's not doing a great job of it, though, considering he has to keep stifling his giggles. There's a reason he never decided to pursue any sort of hobby or career involving theatre. “I don't know what possessed me to do that. Really, I was only going to flick water at you, I swear.”
Namjoon doesn't look impressed, and instead starts walking towards Jeongguk. Honestly, Jeongguk can't lie, it's really, really hot. And maybe he should be a little less turned on by this considering he's about to be in trouble, but Jeongguk has never been one to think too critically when being a brat.
“Hyung, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to!” Jeongguk whines half-heartedly, already knowing a punishment is headed his way and fully aware there's nothing he can do to avoid it. He backs up until he hits the sink, and feels around for something he can use to fend off Namjoon. His hand brushes past the handle of the wet scrub brush sitting at the bottom of the sink, and he immediately grabs it and points it at Namjoon.
Namjoon just raises his eyebrows at the scrub brush, and Jeongguk is loving this. This image right here. This is why I do it. He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little intimidated, though. Namjoon can be scary when he wants to be, and when one of his subs crosses that line, he isn't real huge on giving them leeway. And boy, has Jeongguk crossed the line. Breakdanced over it, really.
Jeongguk swings the brush haphazardly as Namjoon gets closer, but it isn't deterring his dom in the slightest. In fact, all it's probably doing is irritating him more.
When his wrist is grabbed and the scrub brush ripped out of his hand, he knows it's over.
Namjoon takes a look at the scrub brush, and tosses it on the countertop opposite to Jeongguk.
“Hey!” Jeongguk whines. He knows he sounds incredibly childish right now, but he doesn't care. It adds to the fun. “My weapon.”
He reaches for it with his free hand but is stopped when Namjoon suddenly grabs his throat. That stops him in his tracks immediately, and all Jeongguk can do is look his dom in the eye. These interactions with his doms are what he lives for - they're just so addicting. There's nothing Jeongguk loves more than acting out and being put back in his place. It makes him feel safe, in a way, to know that he could try all he wanted and would still in the end bow to whatever his dom wanted.
“You crossed the line there, little one," Namjoon says, releasing Jeongguk's wrist. He cups Jeongguk's face with his now free hand, and pats his cheek in a rather condescending manner. “I'm going to have to punish you for that.”
A flash of adrenaline goes through Jeongguk at the words. He's getting antsy now, and is ready for Namjoon to get on with it. He considers saying as much, but decides he's already in enough trouble. He doesn't wanna go too far; he still wants this to be fun.
Instead Jeongguk huffs, squirming aimlessly. “I didn't mean to do that, Joon-hyung. I promise.”
A loud thwap! fills the air as Namjoon smacks Jeongguk's ass. Jeongguk flinches and whines loudly. Namjoon really isn't taking any shit today. “Yes, you did. You're responsible for your own actions, baby. Don't make excuses for it.”
Jeongguk grabs the wrist of the hand that's wrapped around his neck and attempts to pull it off. Unfortunately (or fortunately for him), the grip on his neck is tight, and he is not successful in his attempts to break free. It's also safe to say it's really turning him on. “I didn't think, hyung, honest. I'm sorry. Please don't punish me, I'll be good."
Namjoon doesn't seem impressed with his apology. and really, Jeongguk's a little offended. He's being sincere, he really didn't initially intend to hit Joon with the sponge. The demon of bratting just kind of took over his body for a hot minute there and it just kind of happened.
Namjoon sighs and loosens the hold he has on Jeongguk's neck. And for a split-second, Jeongguk's a little disappointed. Really? You're just going to take the apology and move on? “Baby, I'm going to be frank with you. I don't care.”
Jeongguk really should've known he would have no reason to worry about his apology being accepted and the punishment being forgotten.
Before Jeongguk knows it, he's being manhandled to bend over the table counter. Namjoon puts one arm on his torso and hold him there, and the other delivers a resounding smack to Jeongguk's ass. Jeongguk gasps and squirms harder, only stopping the minute Namjoon tightens his hold.
“Hyuuung!” he whines again. “I'm sorry!”
“You will be when I'm done, sweetness. Now hush," Namjoon says, all dominance. Jeongguk kicks his feet a little and squirms in place again, albeit not as defiantly as he had before. This is what he wanted, and this is what he asked for. Really, he was loving it.
Namjoon smacks him a few more times, then rubs his hand up and down Jeongguk's spine in a comforting manner. The boy relaxes a little under his dom's hand, satisfied with where his bratting has gotten him. Maybe now I can watch a movie with Joon-hyung, or play a game, or-
Namjoon then dips his hand under Jeongguk's sweatpants, pulls them down, and Jeongguk should have known the punishment wasn't going to be over that easily. He tries to shift away but is quickly stopped by a sharp pinch to his ass. “Count for me, honey," Namjoon murmurs, rubbing the pinched spot as if he wasn't the one who caused it. Jeongguk whines loudly and tenses up in anticipation of the next hit. He's only a little disappointed that this punishment is continuing past the point of fun.
Smack.
“One, hyung, come on, I didn't mean it, I-”
Smack!
“Two! Hyung, oww, that hurts! You already spanked me!”
Smack.
Jeongguk tenses up and kicks his feet a little more. “Three! I'm sorry!”
His cries fall on deaf ears as Namjoon continues to spank him. Soon all Jeongguk does is count, and he doesn't even bother with the begging anymore. There is no point. Once Namjoon has started on a punishment, there's no stopping it, unless a safeword is used. He certainly wasn't going to stop a punishment now just because Jeongguk decided to whine a little louder.
Finally, after ten more spanks, Namjoon released his hold on Jeongguk's waist and pulled up his sweatpants. Jeongguk blinked away the tears that had formed in his eyes, a little embarrassed that the spanking had drawn such a reaction out of him. He was fine until Namjoon decided to pull down his sweatpants. The first set of spankings were fun, the second set just hurt.
Namjoon sits Jeongguk up and takes him off the counter. At the sight of Jeongguks tears, Namjoon pulls him in for a hug, and pets his hair softly. Jeongguk closes his eyes and hugs his dom back, grateful for the contact. It's all silent for a moment, the only sound being of Jeongguk's sulky sniffs. The silence is broken, however, by a soft laugh coming from Namjoon. “Baby, I love you, but why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to throw a sponge at hyung, hmm?”
Jeongguk shrugged. “Dunno. Just felt the impulse. And then I imagined it and it seemed like it would be funny so I did.” He sniffs petulantly. “Jiminie-hyung wouldn't have spanked me for throwing it at him.”
It's a stupid comment, but Jeongguk is pouting too much to care.
“Jiminie-hyung is more lenient with you, sweetness,” Namjoon reminds Jeongguk gently, almost fondly. “You know to respect me, hmm?”
“Whatever you say, hyung,” Jeongguk mumbles back, and is rewarded with a slight flick to the head. “Ow!”
“Hush up, sweetheart,” Namjoon murmurs. “All is forgiven now, no need to poke the flames.”
Jeongguk doesn't say anything, but his traitorous mind does think, what would be the fun in that?
Maybe for now, he does not need to poke the flames.
But no one said anything about later.