As the evening came, Yoongi was forcefully escorted to the dining table by the mansion guards, ofcourse with him threatening them about who they are dealing with and blah blah, blah..

Just an angry bird's- , no, no, no! Just an angry cat's furious spells.

As soon as he entered the big dining room, his eyes immediately fell upon the Kim Seokjin, seated at the head of the table with a calm authority. His smile only angered Yoongi further, as he begrudgingly took his place at the table.

However, it was the presence of another man seated beside Seokjin that caught Yoongi's attention. The stranger showed a sense of joviality, his giggling echoing as he exchanged amused glances with Seokjin.

Yoongi's confusion was palpable as he wondered about the identity of this newcomer, his mind racing with questions and suspicions.

He then took his seat at the dining table opposite to Jin, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

Jin politely waved at him but his greeting was only met with a cold stare from the younger, who remained silent, refusing to acknowledge his dom's presence.

But Jin maintained his composed state and asked him, "Yoongi, are you not hungry at all? I heard you refused all the food offered to you since the morning."

But Yoongi's response was complete silence, his gaze fixed firmly on the elder, his face completely with no expression. He made no attempt to engage in Jin's conversation.

The elder's gaze lingered on him with curiosity and amusement. "Are you still dwelling on your bitter fate?" he asked.

Yoongi's glare intensified at his words and he felt frustrated st his teasing tone. However, his silent defiance only seemed to amuse Seokjin further.

Beside Seokjin, the younger man chuckled softly, leaning in to whisper to him. "Hyung," he said, "Yoongi looks like a fierce kitten."

Yoongi's frustration grew at that comment, his scowl deepening as he resisted the urge to lash out in anger.

Seokjin chuckled, nodding in agreement before turning his attention back to Yoongi. "This is Taehyung, my little brother," he introduced with a smile, gesturing towards him.

Yoongi's response was curt as he turned his head away. "As if I care," he muttered under his breath.

Taehyung giggled at his response. "He's quite the character, hyung," he said to his brother, earning another chuckle from him.

Yoongi's expression remained impassive as he glanced briefly at Taehyung before turning his head away from the sight of the Kim brothers.

The little Kim leaned in closer to his brother again, whispering excitedly, "Hyung, he's so cute when he's all grumpy like this. Can I get to play with him if you aren't around?"

Seokjin, shook his head slightly. "Tae, behave," he said playfully. "Give my beautiful sub some space."

The butler then arrived with a large plate of fresh, delicious food, setting it down on the table with a graceful bow before quietly retreating. Seokjin opened his mouth to say something, but Yoongi stood, his chair scraping against the floor.

"Where do you think you're going?" Seokjin's voice was firm, stopping him in his tracks.

Yoongi shot back, his tone sharp, "If I'm just going to waste my time with useless conversation and food, then I might as well not be here."

Before he could take another step, Jin's voice cut through the air, cold and commanding. "Stop."

Yoongi paused as the elder continued. "Finish your food. It's an order."

But the mafia's patience snapped. With a swift motion, he grabbed the plates of food and threw them to the ground, the crash echoing in the room. Taehyung jumped in surprise, his eyes wide with shock.

"Min Yoongi! What are you-" Seokjin's voice rang out sharply, but Yoongi interrupted, his own voice filled with anger. "Watch your words when you're speaking to me."

Seokjin sighed heavily, rubbing his temples in frustration. He turned to his brother, "Taehyung, go to your room and eat there. We'll talk later." He said, sensing the tension between himself and Yoongi was far from over.

Taehyung obediently gathered his food and left the room. He pouted all the way as he couldn't get the chance to see the tensionful drama between Yoongi and his brother.

Jin turned his attention back to Yoongi. "Yoongi, you can't keep acting like this. You're only making things harder for yourself."

But Yoongi remained defiant, his jaw clenched as he glared back at him. "I don't need your lectures," he snapped. "I'm not your doll, and I won't be treated like one."

Jin's gaze hardened at his words, his patience wearing thin. "You may not want to accept it, but you're under my rules now," he stated firmly. "And I won't tolerate this kind of behavior. Is that clear?"

"You think you can intimidate me?" Yoongi spat. "I'm not afraid of you."

Jin's expression remained stoic, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he got up and stepped closer to Yoongi, closing the distance between them until they were mere inches apart.

"You should be," he replied icily. "I may have chosen you as my sub, but that doesn't mean I won't assert my dominance when necessary."

His foot advanced, pushing Yoongi back until his back collided with the wall, leaving him trapped.

"You may have been a formidable force in your world, Yoongi," his voice was low, each word dripping with an icy intensity. "But here, you're under my authority. And I expect you to obey."

Yoongi's jaw tightened, his fists clenched at his sides. But he knew he was at a disadvantage, trapped in Kim Seokjin's domain with no way to assert his usual control. He was there completely alone, not even a single person that he knew was there.

"I don't answer to you," he shot back defiantly. "I won't be controlled by anyone, especially a nobody like you."

Seokjin's lips curved into a thin smile as he leaned in closer to Yoongi's ear as he whispered,  "We'll see about that, sub."

"For fuck's sake, STOP CALLING ME THAT! I'm not some damn sub for you to control! Cancel whatever deal you made the fucking government right this instant! I won't be your puppet! I am a fucking DOM!"

Before Yoongi could say anything further, Jin grabbed his hands, his fingers digging into his wrists as he forcibly turned him around, pressing his cheek against the cool surface of the wall as his hands are pinned to his back.

Yoongi's protests turned into a low growl of frustration as he struggled against Jin's hold.

"You don't get to decide that," Jin's voice had a low, dangerous tone as he leaned in close. "You're mine now, Yoongi. You are fucking mine. And you'll learn to obey."

Yoongi's voice echoed off the walls as he shouted at Jin to release him. "Get your hands off me!"

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But Jin's response was swift and unforgiving, his cold voice cutting through his protests and he holded both of his wrists in one hand, "Rule number one," he started, his grip tightening. "Don't raise your voice at your dom." And then,

SMACK!

A sharp stinging sensation erupted across Yoongi's butt, the force of the slap startling him into silence. His eyes widened in shock, the sensation jolting him out of his anger as he processed what had just happened, his pride wounded by the audacity of Jin's actions.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He shouted, his voice filled with fury. "How dare you! I'm Min Yoongi, the goddamn mafia boss! You have no right to lay a hand on me!"

But Jin's response was unwavering, each word dripping with authority. "Rule number two," he continued, his voice stern. "You mustn't skip any meals.

SMACK!

Another smack echoed through the room as Jin's hand met Yoongi's back once more, eliciting a flinch from the startled mafia boss. He gritted his teeth, his pride getting wounded by the humiliation.

"And rule number three," Jin added, his tone unyielding. "Any disobedience will result in consequences."

SMACK!

Yoongi's face burned crimson with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. His pride lay shattered at his feet, crushed beneath the weight of Jin's dominance. Despite his best efforts, he found himself unable to break free from the grip.

Every strike of Jin's hand against his back sent waves of humiliation. He may have been the mighty mafia boss in the underground world, but here, in Jin's domain, he was nothing more than a submissive underling, subject to Jin's every whim.

"I-"

SPANK!

"Hope-"

SPANK!

"You-"

SPANK!

"Understood-"

SPANK!

Well.." Jin's voice rang out cold and commanding, each word punctuated by a sharp smack. As the final blow landed, Yoongi's breath got caught in his throat.

Jin observed his flushed face and labored breaths with a small smile on his lips.

It was evident that Yoongi's pride had taken a blow and he enjoyed the sight of him. With a sense of satisfaction, he released his hands, confident that the lesson had been learned.

But it's Min Yoongi we are talking about.

Jin was about to speak, but then Yoongi swiftly turned towards him, catching him off guard. With a sudden movement, he towered over him, causing him to stumble backward and fall onto his back.

Before Jin could react, Yoongi was on top of him, his hands wrapped tightly around the elder's throat, cutting off his breath.

Despite his smaller stature compared to Jin, his grip was firm and threatening, like that of a serial killer.

With fire in his eyes, he roared, "How dare you lay your hands on me? You are going to fucking pay for it!"

Despite struggling to breathe, Jin managed to reply in a calm but taunting tone, "Is this how the great Min Yoongi reacts when faced with a little discipline?"

Yoongi's grip tightened as he growled, "I am not your plaything, Kim Seokjin. You will regret ever laying a finger on me."

The tension in the room was palpable as Yoongi's mafia instincts kicked in, his aura radiating danger and fucking dominance.

As his grip tightened, Jin's breath grew shallow, his chest heaving as he struggled to draw air into his lungs.

"You think you can toy with me, huh? You think you can just fucking spank me and get away with it..?" Yoongi's voice was a dangerous whisper, each word dripping with venom.

Jin's eyes widened slightly in surprise at the intensity of his rage but he maintained his composure, his gaze locked with the mafia's fiery stare.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Yoongi. You still don't know who the fuck I am." He replied.

But Yoongi's grip tightened even further, his nails digging into the elder's skin as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against Jin's ear.

"Well, I don't care. I could just kill you right now," he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper. "No one would ever know."

Jin then threatened, "Don't push me, Yoongi. I won't hesitate to punish you, to spank you until you learn your place." He said, his words carrying a hint of warning. "I can even give you a good caning if I want to, and there's nothing you can do about it and nobody would be against it because I'm the dom here, and you'll obey my ru-."

"I will cut your balls if you even dare to lay a hand on me again, and I'll make sure you regret it. You hear me, Seokjin? I'll make you pay for every moment of humiliation."

"Try me," Jin challenged, his voice firm despite the pressure on his throat. "But remember, you're the one who crossed the line. I'm just enforcing the rules."

Yoongi then saw him press one of his rings and in an instant, armed guards swarmed into the room, their guns aimed at him, ready to act at Jin's command.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance due to the sudden unwanted interference. Reluctantly, he released his grip before he straightened up, hands slipping into his pockets. Despite the guards' menacing presence, his glare remained fixed on Jin, a silent challenge in his gaze.

Jin struggled to catch his breath, coughing harshly.

A smug smirk curled at the corners of Yoongi's lips. His laughter, quiet and chilling, echoed in the tense silence of the room.

The guards couldn't help but feel a shiver crawl down their spines at the sound of his chilling laugh. It wasn't the loud, boisterous laughter they were used to hearing in their line of duty. No, this laugh was different - cold, silent, and laden with a promise of danger.

In that moment, they saw beyond the facade of the feared mafia boss. They glimpsed the true essence of Min Yoongi - the silent predator, the calculating strategist, the man who held power not just through force, but through sheer presence alone.

Their hands tightened around their weapons and they knew better than to underestimate him.

In that room, in that moment, Min Yoongi wasn't just a sub - he was a force to be reckoned with, a reminder that power comes in many forms, and fear can be a weapon wielded by even the most silent ones.

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A quick introduction of the characters till now :

Kim Seokjin :

(His outfit till now)

- 29 years old.
- Eldest of the Kim family.
- Parents died already.
- Has a little brother named Kim Taehyung.
- Status : Calm Dom, his sub : Min Yoongi.
- Work : not revealed yet.
- Has a secret that only he and Taehyung knows.
- Afraid of (.......) Not revealed yet.
- Hates the most : Anyone touching his sub.

Min Yoongi :

(His outfit till now. His appearance is just like this including his hair.)

- 27 years old.
- Eldest of Min family.
- Parents were in Jail.
- Has a little brother (not revealed yet).
- Status : Dominant Sub, his dom : Kim Seokjin.
- Work : has made rich money through a wide variety of illegal activities throughout his years.
- Has a secret that only he knows.
- Afraid of (.....) Not revealed yet.
- Don't underestimate him for his height. He can cut your balls and throw them to his tigers as food.
- TMI : He has real tigers as his pets including some stray cats he found in streets. They all love him. They are in his mansion.

Kim Taehyung :

(His outfit till now. His appearance is just like this including his hair.)

- 24 years old
- Youngest of Kim family.
- Status : Playful dom(both meaning of play💀), his sub : not revealed yet.
- Work : his brother's assistant, also a CEO.
- Has a kink for pretty subs.
- A little bit afraid of his own sub.
- Don't underestimate him with his cute appearance.

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Please do let me know if you guys enjoyed it! Comment down your thoughts on:

1. Who is going to be Tae's Sub? I think everyone can guess correctly 🤭

2. What work does Seokjin do that pays him super good? TMI : He earns 10 million dollars a month... I wish I could too.

3. What secrets does Jin and Yoongi have?

4. Suggest me any names for the butler!

Byeeeee

See you all next in My Spanking Partner!