Jungkook took a deep breath, looking up at the sign hanging over the intimidatingly large doors. It was printed in a simple black font, bold, capital letters spelling out “Seoul Matching Center.” The words shouldn’t have sent a shiver down his spine, he should be filled with what his teachers described as a calming or happy sensation, knowing that soon he’d be paired with his life partner who would (supposedly) cherish and take care of him for the rest of his life. But that only happened to nice, pretty subs. Not subs like Jungkook. His teachers at school would always look at him with a mixture of pity and distaste and he had to pretend that he didn’t hear their whispers of, “too broad” or “too tall” or “not delicate enough” and the words stung. A lot. He couldn’t change his biology; he didn’t want to be taller than everyone in his class or have shoulders that nearly burst out of the standard uniform. Jungkook pushed the horrible thoughts out of his head; his mom had spent hours with him, holding him while he tried not to cry, assuring him that he would find a wonderful Dom and it didn’t matter that he was different than other subs because that made him unique. He didn’t believe it, but the thought of his mom calmed him down.

 

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook pushed the door open and stepped into a blindingly white lobby. A row of chairs, presumably for Doms, lined the wall to his right while a strip of floor on the left was covered standard kneeling pillows, a few subs of his age kneeling politely on the soft surface. They were conversing quietly, stopping every now and then to steal a glance at the set of doors at the back of the room. Jungkook sighed and made his way over to the left side of the room, choosing to kneel a little farther away from the duo. They looked at him and the taller one scooted over to sit next to him, crossing his legs in a decidedly not standard kneeling position.

 

“Hi there, my name’s Taehyung, that one there is my friend Jimin. What’s your name?” The boy named Taehyung grinned, a strange but endearing smile that stretched across his entire face. His shockingly ginger hair fell over his face, framing it softly, contrasting wonderfully with warm eyes the color of melted chocolate. Jungkook took in the stranger, noting the slender build and delicate looking hands. He was a little bolder than most of the subs he’d gone to school with, but Jungkook couldn’t help but think that he’d get snatched up in the blink of an eye. A small, deliberate cough from Taehyung prompted Jungkook to blush and respond with his own name. They exchanged pleasantries for a moment before Taehyung’s friend Jimin got bored of sitting by himself and walked over before plopping himself down next to them.

 

“Taehyungie!” He whined, wrapping his arms around his ginger friend. “Don’t leave me alone, you know I hate it!” Taehyung turned around and gently prodded Jimin’s sides, making the smaller giggle, eyes turning into little crescents. Despite having what some would call a solid build, there was grace in Jimin’s limbs and his voice resembled that of a bird, trilling sweet notes of laughter. Jungkook couldn’t help but feel inadequate next to the pair, who despite their energy, were the models of perfect subs, pretty and delicate and everything Jungkook was not. He let out a sigh and his hands tightened around the edge of his plain t-shirt.

 

Jimin was the one who noticed Jungkook’s downcast look and reached over to touch the nervous looking boy’s arm. “Are you okay? Jungkook, right? I’m sorry if me and Taehyung weirded you out a little bit, we’re a little different than your traditional subs.”

 

Jungkook shook his head quickly. “Not at all. Sorry if it came across that way...I just feel a little inadequate next to you two! You’re both so gorgeous and I…” He trailed off for a moment. “I’m not. No Dom is ever going to want me.” He could feel the telltale burning behind his eyes, warning him of tears that would soon come if he didn’t get a hold of himself.

 

“Oh, baby, come here.” Jimin reached out and enveloped him in a hug, Taehyung wrapping himself around both of them. Jungkook couldn’t help the small whimpers that escaped his lips but Taehyung just made cooing noises and hugged a little tighter. It should’ve been embarrassing, should’ve made the black haired boy pull away; he chose instead to melt into the embrace a little bit, taking comfort from the others. “I don’t know where you got that thought sweetheart, but you are absolutely gorgeous and Doms are going to be fighting over you, don’t you worry.” Jimin smiled softly and Jungkook felt a little bit better. He let out a small chuckle and wiped the tears from his face.

 

The trio began to talk and Jungkook found out a lot about the pair and vice versa. He learned that Jimin and Taehyung were two years older than him, but they had both gotten delays on their matching due to family issues. Jimin came from Busan just like him and Taehyung was from Daegu, his satoori just barely noticeable under the standard Seoul-speak. The younger also found out that Taehyung was just plain strange. Taehyung began talking about his “rabbits on the moon” theory for a good fifteen minutes and when Jungkook looked at Jimin for clarification, the Busan native just shook his head a smiled. Jungkook was very comfortable with the two and all three exchanged KakaoTalk names so they could keep in touch.

 

They passed a half hour conversing, getting to know each other when a stern looking woman finally emerged from the back room. She looked at the boys with judgement clear on her face when she took in how they were sitting and the volume of their voices. She cleared and it startled them into assuming a proper submissive position.

 

“Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook, am I correct?” At their nods, she continued. “Welcome to the Seoul Matching center. We pride ourselves on creating pairings that end in trust and stability for both parties. This is the first match for all of you, correct?” More nods. “Alright, the procedure is very straightforward. You will be placed in separate rooms and given a packet. The packet contains questions about your limits and preferences in a partner. You have one hour to fill out the packet, however if there are any unanswered questions, you will be asked to fill them in at a later time. We have a few Doms currently in the center right now, filling out their packets as I speak. Theirs will be evaluated first, and then evaluated a second time once  yours are completed. They will be allowed to choose from a range of subs who have been here previously and you, once your packet is filled out. If the pairing is deemed suitable, they’ll be given your contact information and it’s up to them to decide when you will meet and make further arrangements.  If no matches are found today, you will be notified by email within the week once we find your match. Is there any confusion with the process. Nod once if you understand and are ready to proceed.” The three boys nodded and she beckoned for them to stand and follow her through the scary looking doors.

 

A bare hallway stretched out for what seemed like forever. Doors dotted the wall every ten meters or so, all of them closed tightly. They reached the end of the hall and the woman gestured to the last three doors on the right. Jimin smiled at Jungkook reassuringly before reaching out to open his door. Taehyung stepped up to the next one and grinned his rectangular smile before entering his room and that left Jungkook with the very last door. He walked up to it, opened it with no small amount of trepidation, and stepped into yet another white room. A small wooden table and chair were sat in the middle of a carpeted floor, a potted ficus in the corner in a sad attempt to distract from the gigantic mirror stretching along the length of one wall. Jungkook sat down at the table and tried to ignore his reflection staring back at him. The woman entered a moment later and handed him a strangely thick packet and a pen.

 

“You have one hour. Please write neatly and fill out every section as completely as you can.” For a moment, her face softened. “Good luck.”

 

As she walked out, Jungkook looked down at the sheaf of papers that would decide his future. He opened the first page and began to fill out the basics.

 

Name: Jeon Jungkook

Age: 18

Height: 5’8”

Weight: 59kg

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black

 

He moved on, the next set of questions asking about an ideal partner. He jotted down a couple things, hesitated and wrote: Someone who makes me feel confident in being a sub.

Flipping another page landed him on some questions had Jungkook blushing as he was confronted with questions of a more ual nature.

 

Dom/sub relationships operate on a color system. While your future Dom may choose to alter the system slightly (safe words, safe actions, etc.) the principle remains the same. Under the following categories (red, yellow, green) please choose from the following list of kinks and place them under the respective categories. Remember: green means you fully consent to stated action, yellow means that you would be willing to try stated action under proper conditions, and red means that you are not willing to partake in stated action under any circumstances. If you are confused as to what your kinks may be, please refer to the comprehensive guide at the back of this packet.

 

Jungkook stared at the page for a good ten minutes before shaking his head and trying his best to fill it out. He was raised in a relatively strict household where things related to weren’t discussed in the open (like he didn’t know about the dungeon in the basement) but he had a general idea of what he did and didn’t like. Glancing at the ridiculously long list, he skimmed through, blushing furiously at some, grimacing at others and after a very very long time, he managed to fill everything out.

 

GREEN: pet play -- gagging -- light -- spanking -- role playing -- penetration -- plugging -- feminization -- -- cross dressing

YELLOW: ageplay -- partial sensory deprivation -- overstimulation -- breath play -- collaring -- humiliation -- edging -- wax play -- impact play -- double penetration -- heavy -- exhibitionism -- filming -- voyeurism

RED: torture -- caning -- torture -- suspension -- knife play -- blood play --

play -- sharing -- electro play -- fire play -- play -- watersports -- and ball torture -- water torture -- complete sensory deprivation

 

He let out a sigh of exasperation when he noticed that his yellow and red categories outweighed his green one. He debated changing some things to add them to the green category but the woman was back in the room and asking for his packet. There was nothing else he could do now. She pointed him down another hallway that had sprouted out of nowhere (how had he missed an entire hallway) and told him that the other two subs were waiting in a room at the end of the hallway. They could wait there for a little while to see if they had any prospective matches that day. If it took too long, they could just go home and the center would get in touch with them soon.

 

Jungkook walked in to find Taehyung laughing his off at a brilliantly red Jimin, who was stuttering about something related to the packet. The black haired sub stared at the two before deciding that he would just not ask. Of course, Taehyung brought it up with him anyway, grinning like a weirdo.

 

“Hey Jungkookie! Did you know that Jiminie here is actually a son of a ? We were talking about the stuff we put under our green categories and this little actually wrote that he’d be okay with--!” Jimin clamped a hand over Taehyung’s mouth before the tall boy could elaborate. Jungkook took a moment to stare at Taehyung and realized that the older boy was even taller than him; he wasn’t the tallest sub in the world! Sitting on the cushion covered floor, Jungkook allowed himself to relax a little bit and amused himself by watching Jimin and Taehyung bicker. He was starting to feel a little bit better about his matching and was starting to realize that the two subs in front of him were also very different from stereotypical subs, at least in the personality department. Time passed by quickly and a sudden rap at the door alerted them to the return of the center lady who was wearing an expression that could almost pass for slightly happy.

 

“Congratulations all three of you. Matches were found from the Doms visiting today and all of them have asked if it would be possible to meet you right now. Are you all ready?” She asked.

 

“Could you give us a minute to freshen up. I don’t look very appealing right now…” Jimin asked shyly, a complete 180 from his brashness of a few minutes before. Taehyung and Jungkook shook their heads in agreement and she pointed them to a restroom where they splashed their faces with water and made their best efforts to straighten clothing and tame their hair. Jungkook was practically vibrating with nerves and in a ten minute span managed to chew his lip enough to make it bleed. He panicked and dabbed at the blood with a paper towel, successfully staunching the bleeding after a few seconds. Jimin didn’t seem to be faring any better, breaths speeding up to the point where he was almost hyperventilating. Much to their jealousy, Taehyung looked calm at the prospect of meeting his life partner even though he was secretly dying inside.

 

Jungkook watched as his new friends were led away to separate rooms to meet with their matches and he waited for his turn, hands tapping the wall in a rhythm to try and calm his breathing. The center lady came for him and led him to a different room, this one with pastel blue wallpaper (Jungkook, who was getting tired of white, almost cried). She looked at him and sighed. “You’re a special one.”

 

“What do you mean by that?”

 

“You were matched with two Doms.” Jungkook reeled mentally and it took a second before the words sunk into his brain. The worker looked at him, catching his dumbfounded expression and began to explain the situation. “They’re actually partners. Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin are both Doms who have been in a relationship for a number of years. However, it has gotten to the point where both of them are not able to achieve complete satisfaction in their relationship as neither of them will take the submissive role and it has been messing with their bodies’ chemistry. They need a sub before the relationship and chemistry becomes unstable and one or both of them winds up in the hospital due to hormone imbalance. I was hesitant to let them request you as this is your first matching and you’re not experienced, but they insisted that you would fit their dynamic and I was compelled to let them. I know that this may be a bit overwhelming, but please bear with it. Their records show that they’re both extremely good people and I have hear from mutual friends about their accomplishments. Any sub would be proud to have both of them.”

 

“It sounds like you’re trying to convince me to accept them, but I thought that the matches were no questions asked, accept what you’ve been offered. It sounds like you’re giving me a choice.” Came out of Jungkook’s mouth, which immediately snapped shut after he realized how rude it sounded. He averted his eyes and stared at the floor on which he was kneeling. His knees hurt and he realized that he hated kneeling most of all out of all the sub training he had received.

 

“Sometimes matches don’t work out. Not all Doms deserve to be Doms and there have been times when we’ve been called to take a sub out of an abusive environment, but we try our hardest to never let that happen. And I swear that these two men are not that type of Dom and that you’ll be safe with them.” She smiled sadly. “I’m going to get them now. Good luck.” The words repeated in Jungkook’s head until the door opened again. He glanced up to see two tall figure entering the room before he remembered that he was a sub and that sub’s didn’t make eye contact until they were given permission. Rule number one of sub training.

 

“Hello sweetheart. My name is Namjoon and this is my partner Seokjin. We looked at your profile and it seemed like you would be a good match for both of us. I realize this might be unnerving for you, but we’re going to try and make this as easy and as comfortable as we can.” A deep, deep voice echoed in the tiny room, the pet name used striking a chord within Jungkook. Despite how awkward he felt all the time, there was no denying biology because the way he melted at the voice proved that the attention was what his body craved.

 

“Hi Jungkook, I’m Seokjin. I’m so happy to meet you.” The second voice was higher pitched, but only by a small margin. Where Namjoon’s voice had been deep and resonated in his chest, Seokjin’s was warm and flowed over Jungkook like honey. “Can you look up at us? Let us see your pretty face?”

 

The way it had been phrased, as a question, and not a demand confused Jungkook a little bit, but nevertheless, he raised his head shyly and looked at the men who could become his Doms. He shivered a little at the thought of having two Doms, a mixture of nervousness and joy running through him. Both men were stunning, there was no denying that.

 

Namjoon was taller by a few centimeters, silver hair combed to the side in a way that kind of reminded the sub of an ice cream cone. He seemed to be very muscular, biceps straining against the fabric of his expensive looking dress shirt. His face was very handsome, almond shaped eyes casually analyzing the hell out of Jungkook. A small grin appeared when he noticed that Jungkook was studying him just as intensely and were those dimples? They were and Jungkook died a little because no one should be that perfect, it wasn’t fair. Jungkook blushed and looked to the left where Seokjin was standing casually, feet shoulder width apart with his hands in his pockets.

 

Where Namjoon was stunning in a handsome, almost dangerous way, Seokjin was softer to fit the rougher edges of his partner. Light brown hair shone softly, framing the heart-shaped face perfectly. Seokjin’s shoulders were even wider than Namjoon’s and despite the non threatening pose, Jungkook could see the musculature hiding underneath an overly large sweater. Seokjin could almost be described as the male equivalent of pretty, but there was a masculinity in his features, in the way his jawbone angled and how his high cheekbones drew attention to the rest of his face.

 

Jungkook couldn’t believe it. He’d walked into the center a few hours ago, not knowing if he’d even be matched with someone and now there were two god-like Doms standing in front of him wanting to claim him? It was too good to be true and he almost pinched his leg to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

 

“He’s so cute Namjoon, look at him.” Seokjin cooed, taking in the little vision in front of him. Seokjin couldn’t believe that this was the sub they’d matched up with, expecting some sultry little thing like in the magazines and tv shows, but this sub was cute. There was an innocence to him, maybe because of how his eyes were larger than most people’s or how he was holding himself in a way that made him look even smaller.

 

The sub blushed at the complement, which made both Doms smile. The pair strode across the carpet and sat down in front of the young sub, who stiffened a little at the close proximity. Doms and subs weren’t really allowed near each other after they turned thirteen and began sub training or Dom classes due to hormones or some scientific bull, so just their presence had Jungkook going all squishy.

 

“We’d like to ask you a few questions Jungkook, just to get to know you a little better. Are you okay with us doing that?” Again, the question confused Jungkook. In sub training, he’d been taught that Doms didn’t need to ask permission from their subs because they were Doms and subs were subs. It was messing with his head, ideas conflicting with other ideas that had been imprinted into his brain for the past five years. He nodded though, and waited for the Doms to speak.

 

“So Jungkook, how old are you?” A strange question, since they should’ve seen the packet but he answered nonetheless in a quiet voice. “I’m eighteen sirs.”

 

“And this is your first matching right? Fresh out of sub training I imagine.” Namjoon asked. Both men had spoken quietly as if they could sense Jungkook’s nerves and how loud noises wouldn’t help him at all. A small “Yes sirs” was the reply and Namjoon couldn’t help but notice just how small the sub seemed compared to himself and Seokjin, despite the fact that neither of them were abnormally large.

 

“What do you think of us Jungkook?”

 

Taken aback by the question, he hesitated for a moment before answering slowly, hoping he wouldn’t say anything offensive. “Because I just met you sirs, I can’t say for certain, but you seem like good Doms. I think you’re crazy though, because why would you choose an ugly sub like me when there were other, better subs?”

 

Seokjin and Namjoon exchanged looks. Seokjin was the one who spoke next. “Jungkook, come here.” Trepidation growing inside, Jungkook crawled over to the two and Namjoon pulled him into his lap. Jungkook froze at the contact, feeling muscle shift beneath him and being surrounded by a scent like mixed cologne and coffee. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as he’d only met the Doms a few minutes previous and now he was practically straddling one of them while the other wrapped their arms around his waist. More than anything, he was worried that he’d said something wrong and upset them. Maybe it was just his nature or his biology taking over, but the little sub really wanted to please the Doms even though he wasn’t theirs.

 

“Why would you think such things like that sweetheart. Don’t you realize how pretty you are? It hurts us when you think you’re not good enough for us.” Namjoon’s baritone washed over him, resonating deep within Jungkook’s bones. Placing a large hand on the side of his face, the taller Dom swept his thumb over the sub’s cheekbones, smiling when Jungkook subconsciously leaned into the gentle touch. “You’re so, so gorgeous pet. You’d have Doms fighting over you if we didn’t claim you.” It was Seokjin this time, hands having found their place on Jungkook’s hips, softly rubbing little circles on the skin in an effort to make the boy calm down. “Talk to me, please. Who made you think you weren’t good enough?”

 

“M-my t-t-teachers.” Stuttering, mind a little hazy due to the hands on his skin. “They’d talk behind my b-b-back about how I was t-too big and not delicate enough to be a sub.” A low growl emanated from Namjoon, startling Jungkook a little bit. The hands on his hips tightened their grip a little bit, squeezing firmly, possessively.

 

“Jungkook, pet, which sub school did you go to?” The sub answered with SM Training Center for Submissives, which drew more growls from Namjoon and a little choking noise fro Seokjin. “Pet, that school was shut down a few months ago. They were abusing submissives and they were illegally matching underage subs with government representatives for money. I suppose you graduated in February though, so you wouldn’t have known about it, would you?”

 

Jungkook shook his head, terrified at the idea that he could’ve been given to some old government . But the words were still repeating themselves. They were abusing subs? Did that mean that they had been wrong about him? He wasn’t a misfit sub? He thought of Taehyung and Jimin and how they had been nothing like the subs from his class. Was his entire education wrong? As if sensing his confusion, the Doms began talking again, reassuring him that he was an amazing sub and what he had been told for five years was a lie and that no sub should ever feel like they weren’t good enough. Finally, the words sunk in and Jungkook began to cry. All those years of never feeling happy about himself, all the whispered comments of “too big” and “not enough” were washed away by a voice like honey and strong arms holding him tight. Seokjin his hair, whispering sweet things into his ear. Namjoon was just content to hold him and that was 100% okay by Jungkook.

 

When the tears dried up and he felt a little more emotionally stable, Jungkook realized that he’d spent a good half hour crying about his insecurities when he was supposed to be meeting his Doms and preparing to become their sub and he quickly apologized for inconveniencing the pair, who smiled and assured him that everything was fine and that they were glad they could make him feel better.

 

“Actually Jungkook, we were wondering if we could officially request for  you to become our sub. Would you let us? Of course, there’s all the legal processes and such and I imagine that you want to go home first and talk to your parents and such, but would you become ours? Our little Jungkookie?”

 

AN: I need holy water and the ing Pope.