"... Kim Seokjin."

The name hung in the air like an ominous cloud.

Jin's voice remained calm and composed as he continued, "You must be at my house in the next few minutes, Yoongi, or else-"

Yoongi cut him off, his anger boiling over. "Who has to be in whose fucking house!? I'm not going to do any of what you ask me to do! This is a mistake, fucker! I won't submit to this!"

Seokjin's response was measured, his tone cold. "We'll see about that, Yoongi. But I suggest you come to my house, unless you want to face the consequences."

With that, the call ended, leaving Yoongi seething with frustration. But he was adamant and furious.

Who the hell did Kim Seokjin think he was, giving orders to the great Min Yoongi?

Yoongi seethed with anger, pacing the length of his mansion as he cursed under his breath.

"Fuck that bastard," he growled, rubbing his temples in frustration. "I'm Min Yoongi, for fuck's sake! No one has the fucking right to boss me around. No one!"

Minutes turned into hours, but Yoongi remained rooted to the spot. If it was any other sub, they would have cowered and obeyed, fearing the consequences of disobeying a Dom's orders.

But this was Min Yoongi, the king of the underworld, and he sure as hell wasn't going to listen to anyone's commands.

With each passing moment, his anger only intensified, fueling him to defy Seokjin's authority, no matter the cost.

But then Jin called again. Once, twice, thrice, again, and again. Each time, Yoongi angrily cut the call, his frustration boiling over.

But in the umpteenth time, his fury gave way to accept as he reluctantly answered the call.

"What the fuck do you wa-" Yoongi began, but he was abruptly silenced by Seokjin's cold, commanding voice cutting through the line.

"Open the door to your mansion, Min Yoongi," Seokjin's voice was like ice. "Or it'll be into pieces in 5 seconds."

Yoongi's protests and curses fell on deaf ears as Jin began his countdown.

"5,"

"Fucking hell!" Yoongi's voice was filled with rage.

"4," Seokjin continued, unfazed.

"Shut the fuck up!" He spat back.

"3,"

"You fucking bastard!"

"2,"

"How dare you threaten me?!"

"1,"

As the countdown reached its final moments, Yoongi's mansion door was violently smashed open, shattered into pieces. He stood there, eyes widened in shock, as Seokjin came inside, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

Before Yoongi could utter a word, the elder stood before him, mere inches apart, his presence commanding.

Seokjin leaned down to his level, his breath warm against Yoongi's ear. "Hey there, pretty sub," he whispered, his voice dripping with dominance. "Let's go to the Dom's house."

Instantly, Yoongi's anger flared and he pushed Seokjin away with all his strength. Despite being smaller, he was fueled by rage, but that doesn't change the fact Seokjin was much stronger.

"Fuck you!" Yoongi spat back, his fists clenched at his sides.

But Seokjin's expression didn't falter. "Let's not waste any more time, shall we? Let's just go." he replied, his voice cool.

But Yoongi didn't move an inch, his feet planted firmly on the ground as he glared at him. However, the elder's patience wore thin, his expression turning cold and stern as he swiftly took hold of the younger's arms and forcefully dragged him out of the mansion.

Yoongi was surprised as Seokjin's actions caught him off guard. Despite his struggles and attempts to break free, he found himself being thrown into Seokjin's car, the door slamming shut and locking him inside.

Frustration boiled within him as he pounded on the windows, his heart racing with disbelief at the audacity of Seokjin's actions.

No other workers in his mansion had any say into this, because their lord, Min Yoongi, was marked as a sub and got assigned to a dom. There's no way for the mere workers to help their master, and it was completely against the rules for them to interfere.

Seokjin entered the car, his smile pretty creepy as he instructed the driver to start driving.

Yoongi's grip tightened around the handle of his gun in his pocket, his heart pounding in his chest as he contemplated his next move. Without a moment's hesitation, he aimed the gun at the back of Seokjin's head, his finger hovering over the trigger.

But to his shock, when he pulled the trigger, nothing happened. Confusion washed over him as he frantically checked the gun, only to find that it was not loaded. Before he could process what was happening, Seokjin's eerie laughter filled the car, causing Yoongi's blood to run cold.

Turning to face Yoongi, Seokjin revealed the bullets in his hand, his expression taunting. "Looking for these, kitten?" he mocked. "You should be more careful with your belongings."

Yoongi's mind raced with questions.

How the hell had Seokjin managed to disarm him without his knowledge?

But before he could say anything, Jin's finger pressed against his lips, silencing him.

"You'll keep quiet until we're back at my home," he commanded, his tone icy. "Or else, I won't hesitate to discipline you, even on your first day. Right here, right now."

Yoongi's breath caught in his throat as the reality of his situation sank in.

The great Min Yoongi, known for his power and dominance in the underworld, found himself in a position he had never imagined.

Threatened by none other than Kim Seokjin, a man he had known nothing about.

This was not the way things were supposed to be.

He was the one who instilled fear in others, the one who called the shots. But now, facing Seokjin's calculated moves, he realized just how outmatched he truly was.

Gripped by anger and frustration, Yoongi's mind raced with thoughts. Yet, as Seokjin's words echoed in his ears, threatening to discipline him like a disobedient child, his resolve wavered.

The realization that he was at Seokjin's mercy made his pride get wounded deeply.

He couldn't anything other than clenched his fists in frustration. Though he disliked the feeling of helplessness, he knew he had no choice but to bide his time and await his opportunity to reclaim his power.

Jin watched him through the rearview mirror and he couldn't help but admire the stoic posture the younger had. There was a certain allure to Yoongi's appearance.

'Pretty.' He thought to himself.

With a small smile, he decided to break the ice, not wanting to start off their relationship on a sour note.

"Nice place you've got there," he said casually, gesturing towards the window. "Must be quite the view from those windows."

But Yoongi remained silent, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside.

Seokjin chuckled softly, finding his stubbornness quite cute. "Angry on the first day, huh?" he said. "You've got quite the temper, I see."

Leaning back in his seat, he turned his attention back to the road ahead, allowing the silence to settle between them for a moment. Then, with a teasing tone, he added, "You've got a lot to learn, Min Yoongi. But don't you fucking worry,

...I'll be here to guide you every fucking step of the way."

And that was it. That was how the great Min Yoongi got caught in the hands of Kim Seokjin's dominance.