"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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The next day... the 12th day...
In his room in Jin's mansion, Yoongi was preparing for the university, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Jin and the events from the previous day involving the bald oldie. Lost in his thoughts, he absentmindedly reached for the doorknob, only to find Jin opening the door from the other side, greeting him with a warm smile.
"Good morning, Yoongi," Jin said cheerfully.
Yoongi nodded in response, but his gaze immediately drifted to Jin's neck.
Beneath the slight cover of the elder's hair, just below his left ear, were dark reddish marks that looked like... burns?
They stood out starkly against Jin's fair skin and Yoongi couldn't help but feel something big happened.
"What happened there?" He asked, not wanting to sound concerned, but it indeed sounded like that.
Jin tilted his head innocently, as if he hadn't anticipated the question. "What do you mean?"
But then to his surprise, Yoongi's hand quickly moved towards his neck, slipping the hair away, his fingers brushing on the mark. His expression tightened slightly as he examined it. "This mark," he said, his tone worry. "How did you get it?"
Jin's smile faltered slightly before he composed himself into a smile again, lying straight with a shrug. "Oh, it's nothing," he replied casually, trying to downplay it. "Just a minor accident while cooking late last night. Nothing to worry about."
Yoongi arched an eyebrow skeptically. "Are you sure..? It looks pretty bad..."
Jin chuckled softly. "It's really okay. Just a small mishap. I've had worse."
As he spoke, he leaned in close to Yoongi's hand, suddenly pulling the mafia closer, gripping his hand and making it cup his face while the younger still stared at him in disbelief, not believing anything he said. Yoongi knew something had happened, but Jin didn't seem like he wanted to talk about it.
Jin held his gaze, his lips curved into a warm smile. "You worry too much, Yoongi. I'm fine, really." He said, leaning his face more into the hand that was cupping his jaw. "But you're cute when you worry, you know that?" he teased.
Yoongi glared at him, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across his cheeks. "What?" He spat out.
Before he could say anything further, Jin pressed a kiss to the palm of younger's hand, and then he lightly sucked at the area. Yoongi's face flushed instantly as he withdrew his hand with a startled gasp, caught off guard by the elder's unexpected boldness.
He groaned in annoyance, saying, "Idiot! Stupid! Psychopath!" And many more, whatever else came to mind.
Jin chuckled fondly, his eyes softening. He then slowly moved forward, and Yoongi instinctively moved backward, his steps light. Jin stood in front of him, slightly lowering himself to Yoongi's height, taking a close look at his sub's face.
