Hotel

@jung hoseok [you don’t need to reply to this unless there’s anything hoseok would be around Taehyung because of. Just thought I should place this in the proper room ]

*lo and behold the next day, he had felt nothing more. Though it lingered in the back, it was finally emotionless in the front. Taehyung could finally go about his day more smoothly. “Ah m-master! Harder!” And the master side of V complied. What Taehyung did realize was the pets and slaves he had now felt cold compared to his previous slave. Even when Taehyung tried to smile and offer to go somewhere like the ice cream shop or mall to buy them things they wanted, what he found was he would inevitably be dragged into ing them even when he didn’t want to. It was y yes. He’s sure that before his previous slave, he never felt such a desire to treat and be treated. Even when V desired to stay inside, no one came to his door except his now only friend hoseok himself rarely. If he noticed it before it was starkly obvious now how with his slaves it was always just . Now it was very obvious how understimulating this was. But now it felt…Boring. Taehyung was growing bored yet again.*

*in his boredom, he decided to take up the next one one of the event texts from his slave. Dressing up to fit the code, he arrived in his best suit and a mask on his eyes. The crowd already murmured whispers. Even now they could tell the man with the orange locks was very handsome. It made Taehyung reminisce of the first stuffy event he attended before he decided to do away with public appearances and find his own submissive rather than the lifeless dolls he seemed to attract. But well, that is still where he gained his affinity for control. He’s not sure he would have the same interests in this much more differently themed environment but it seemed interesting enough. Maybe he can gain something here. If not, he will return home quickly.*

*“Welcome. You must be Daddy V.” The orange haired man turned his head to admire the secretary as the man handed him a name tag. Must be a baby or little. Instead of the usual black and collar, the submissives seemed to be wearing white or any other bright pastel color. Some with soft collars if taken. He sees. The dress code for Daddies was business professional while the dress code for the babies was anything adorable on them. His eyes continued to glide down intently at the now blushing baby secretary’s body. Not as good as his previous slave’s. Even now it’s ironic how he’s still comparing everyone subtlety to his beautiful. Oh how he would give to nestle his grip into his friend’s waist. Taehyung gave the warmest smile back to the other as he pulled the male secretary’s hand to his lips. Might as well do as they would do right?* Yes, indeed I am.