I Am Not A Sub! (Oh, Yes, You Are!) // Dom&Sub Universe - by YoonKeeri

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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 instructed, 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?" he asked.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Jin's lips as he replied, "I have a great idea, actually. But we can talk about it later."

For a moment, Yoongi remained silent. Then, with a shrug of indifference, he turned on his heel and 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 around the corner before turning to make his way to his own room.

Once inside, Jin 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, shimmering softly in the ambient light, framing Yoongi's face like a halo.

Despite the tension between them, Jin couldn't help but admire Yoongi's beauty. It was a sight to behold, the way he carried himself with confidence and poise, exuding an aura of power and authority.

As Jin approached, he stood before Yoongi, meeting his gaze. He then settled into the chair opposite the younger. "Ready to talk?" he asked, his tone calm and composed.