"I won't fucking submit to you," Yoongi spat. "And I certainly don't need to justify myself to someone like you."
"Suit yourself," his dom replied casually. "But remember, Yoongi,
...in this world, even the mightiest fall."
In a world ruled by domin...
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Jin stood up, his laughter echoing in the tense atmosphere. He couldn't help but laugh at the audacity displayed by the man infront of him.
"Well, not bad," he said, his smirk never leaving his lips as he approached Yoongi.
As he stood before him, their gazes locked, the air crackled with tension.
It was a standoff, a clash of dominance and pride, neither of them willing to back down.
Guards stood at attention, their guns still aimed on Yoongi, but the real confrontation was between these two men - Jin, the calm dom, and Yoongi, the dominant sub.
Jin's voice then cut through the tension like a knife. "Go to your room for now," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "We can discuss what to do about our situation there."
Yoongi raised an eyebrow in suspicion at his words. "And what exactly do you have in mind?"
Jin smirked, "I have a great idea, actually. But we can talk about it later."
For a moment, Yoongi remained silent. Then, with a shrug, he made his way to his room, hands still tucked casually into his pockets.
As he walked away, Jin couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself. Finally, they were getting somewhere.
He gestured with a wave of his hand, signaling for the guards to leave. They retreated with a nod, leaving him alone in the hallway. He watched them disappear before turning to make his way to his own room.
Once inside, he closed the door behind him with a soft click.
As he passed by a mirror, he caught sight of his reflection and paused. His eyes widened as he noticed the deep grip marks encircling his neck, which were because of Yoongi's tight hold.
His fingers trailed lightly over the bruises, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
The sensation sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine, and he couldn't help but lick his lips in satisfaction.
Despite Yoongi's defiance, Jin found himself enjoying every moment of their interaction. It was a game, a dance of dominance and submission, and Jin was determined to get his victory.
After a brief moment, he approached Yoongi's door and knocked lightly, though he didn't wait for a response before entering. As he stepped into the room, his eyes immediately fell upon the beauty, who sat on the edge of the bed, a picture of effortless elegance.
Yoongi's white shirt contrasted beautifully against his porcelain skin, the sleeves rolled up to reveal the smooth lines of his arms. His black pants hugged his frame perfectly, showing his lean physique. But it was his silver-blue hair that truly captivated Jin, shining softly under the light, framing Yoongi's face like a halo.
