After living and training abroad for a little over eight years, Kim Junsu returns to his beloved homeland with his career firmly set. Signing a performance contract with one of Koreas most well-known agencies, just a few months ago, hes finally on his way and has his shot at stardom. Pinning his hopes on his latest accomplishment, he settles well in Seoul and just after few days manages to run into an old friend from his past. Ecstatically reconnecting instantly, he comes to find out that his dear friend from so long ago has now become a lesser-known, but well-loved, media mogul –thanks to his familys long-standing business– and that he spends most of his days playing rather than working. With an enthusiastic determination, his dear friend offers to celebrate Junsus return to Seoul with a night on the town and tells him about this out-of-way club called CLUB REVOL. With his curiosity piqued, Junsu agrees to go -never realizing that his decision would irrevocably set into motion a series of events that would forever change his world in an instant.   A/N: As the tags dictate this fic will be JaeSu focused (with Yunjae past tense). The idea for this story came to me just recently, and at that time I originally thought to set it as YunJae, but the more I fiddled with the details of the story, the more making it JaeSu instead sounded better. Also, this fic is centered around some BDSM. The general concept is light BDSM, M/S (Master/Slave), D/s (Dom/sub), but depending on how the story progresses it can evolve to something more intense. Be warned. I know that Yunjae is all the rage these days, but I really do hope that my readers give this fic a chance. I think you will be pleasantly surprised. A/N: If you read this description and think "Fifty Shades of Grey" you would be wrong. That book series was complete garbage, based on the fantasies of an inexperienced writer, who knows nothing about the BDSM lifestyle. No one should write about BDSM unless youve lived it. And, I have. A/N: Unlike many of previous fics, there will be a time where this story veers into the rated R genre (or higher) -hence the "subscribers only" delineation- so be prepared.  Foreword"Kneel." the tall man commands. The young man obeys, without protest, as he feels every set of eyes in the large room settle on him curiously. A pair of black leather boots, trimmed in shining silver buttons and adorned with silver chains, steps into view of his lowered gaze. "Master." the tall man calls out as he bows in respect. The man nods at the taller one before he begins to circle the subservient form, with slow and determined steps, taking in every inch of the man before him. "Name?" he asks with a sultry tone. "Su," the subservient form replies. "Name!" he asks again, his tone slightly more demanding. "Junsu," the young man answers nervously, his voice faltering near the end, as he lowers his head even more. "Age?" the man asks as he continues to circle the subservient man like a carrion vulture.  "Twenty... twenty-four," answers Junsu. "Occupation?" the man counters. "D...dancer," Junsu replies nervously. "Why are you here?" the man questions. "I...I just," he stammers. "Why are you here?" demands the man, his voice firm, as Junsu suddenly feels fingers thread through his hair and grip the strands tightly. "Little Dancer!"