That night was the most uncomfortable of Namjoon's life.

He couldn't tell which aspect was worse about being in the cage; the hard, unbreakable walls; the cramped quarters that put his limbs to sleep with no way of stretching out, or the fact he was locked in here and unable to get out unless Yoongi came with the key.

Also competing for his attention was the fact he was naked, and therefor shivering without any blankets to offer him any warmth throughout the long night, as well as his full bladder and his neck- which still felt sore and tingly from being shocked so many times last night.

He had tried to pull on the collar to offer some relief to his reddened skin, but the heavy steel didn't budge even a millimeter.

He was hungry too. His stomach was used to being filled with delicious food whenever he wanted, but now all he had eaten in 24 hours was a cheap bowl of cereal. His throat craved water, and Namjoon had spent most of the night imagining himself drinking some over and over in again in a futile attempt to alleviate the ache.

Briefly, he wondered if he should admit defeat.

But no- he wouldn't. It was only one day into the bet, after all. It would be his biggest humiliation if he quit this early. He would never live it down.

Even if he lost later, it would at least be a loss he could stand. At least he could say he had tried his best.

Giving up after one day was not his best.

His lower abdomen cramped, reminding him yet again that he was about to lose control of his bladder. His hands were already between his legs, desperately trying not to piss himself, but it was a battle he was slowly losing.

He wondered if he should just let go. He knew it would anger Yoongi, and that would be a small victory.

But then he thought about it and decided being left in a puddle of his own piss wasn't a victory to be proud of.

His head snapped up when he heard the sound of the door being unlocked- another new feature to his new room. Before, there hadn't been a lock on the door.

Yoongi yawned as he stepped inside the room, one hand ruffling his messy black hair. He stood on his tiptoes and raised his arms above his head to stretch, clearly showing off to the cramped, caged boy, who could only wish he could do the same.

"That was a great night." Yoongi said as he walked over. "Having that whole bed all to myself. I slept like a baby. And not having someone steal all the covers? Amazing. I'm so glad we started this wager, pet. I hope it never ends."

He was kidding, Namjoon thought. Right?

With the collar on, Namjoon didn't want to speak and risk it going off if he said the wrong thing. Also, he didn't think he could manage a word anyways with how dehydrated and sore his throat felt.

Yoongi walked over and knelt down to peer into the cage. He rested one arm on the top of it, head tilted as he studied Namjoon.

The dimpled boy looked into Yoongi's eyes, searching for a glimmer of the old dom, but didn't find anything other than his own reflection.

"Is my pet ready to behave better today for dom?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

Namjoon nodded.

"Hmm..." Yoongi debated it. "I'm not totally convinced. I know first hand just how bratty you can be. Maybe another 24 hours in here will change your mind."

He stood up to leave and alarm shot through Namjoon.

Desperate, he reached through the bars in an attempt to grab Yoongi's shirt, but his fingers couldn't grip the fabric in time. He knew Yoongi had felt the soft tug but was ignoring it. Ignoring Namjoon.

Yoongi made it to the door, making a show of opening it and taking one step out.

Namjoon didn't have a choice- he had to talk. He knew Yoongi wouldn't look back, so non verbal communication wasn't an option.

"D- do... m..." He managed to force out, wincing at the dry pain at the back of his throat. Briefly, he braced himself for a shock, but the collar was still.

His voice was hoarse, and for a moment, when Yoongi stepped out of the room, he feared the dom hadn't heard him.

Then Yoongi turned around, and he was smiling.

"Oh?" He walked back, squatting down again. "Did you say something, pet?"

Namjoon swallowed hard, fighting back pain. "...dom.."

"So it can learn." Yoongi's voice dripped with scorn and mock surprise. "Interesting. I wonder what else I can teach it."

He produced a small black key from his pocket and inserted it into the padlock. Namjoon watched as he twisted it and tears spring to his eyes when he heard it click.

Yoongi opened the door and stepped back, and Namjoon took that as permission to leave.

At first, his limbs wouldn't move. Then, after forcing them harder, he managed to turn onto all fours and crawl slowly, painfully out.

With a cry, Namjoon collapsed onto the floor, feeling blood rush back into his arms and legs. It was horrible and wonderful at the same time. He tried to stifle his sobs, but most managed to get through.

Yoongi watched him. "I'll give you a tip right now, pet. If you thought this cage was small, you definitely won't survive a night in the other one. That one is 20% smaller."

He knelt down further, reaching out to place his finger under Namjoon's chin, tilting the boys head up so they made eye contact.

Teary bright brown met inky black.

"The rules are simple. When you obey me, you will get rewarded. If you disobey me, you will be punished. Think your tiny little brain can comprehend that?"

Namjoon forced himself to nod, wishing he had the capacity to ask for some water.

"I'm not as sure, but we'll see."

He stood up and walked to the closet. "What should we dress you up in today, pet?"

Although Namjoon was cold and wanted to be covered with something, he desperately wanted a different need taken care of first.

He raised himself onto his hands and knees, groaning as his arms shook with the effort. Taking careful, slow steps, he inched his way to the bathroom- before abruptly stopping as he remembered what Yoongi had told him last night.

He sat down quickly, facing the dom. When Yoongi looked at him, Namjoon weakly raised a shaky hand, pointing at the bathroom.

"Dom.." he croaked out, wincing at the pain of speaking. "P-please... bath... room...?"

Yoongi crossed his arms, tapping a finger against his lips thoughtfully. "I suppose you've earned it, since you learned to address me the appropriate way now. Very well sub, I told you good behavior would be rewarded. You may use the toilet. And only the toilet. You haven't earned a shower yet."

"Tha- thank..." Namjoon coughed, gagging on the scratchy feeling at the back of his throat.

Luckily, Yoongi didn't seem too bothered by the lack of full sentences, and Namjoon made his way into the bathroom.

He nearly pissed himself when he tried to stand, but stumbled to the toilet just in time. The relief of finally emptying himself made fresh tears run down his cheeks, which he hastily wiped away.

Having Yoongi see him teary eyed was already embarrassing. He hated the fact Yoongi had won most of their battles already. Other than being difficult at the sex store, Namjoon hadn't stood up to the dom. Or at least, he hadn't stood up and won anything. He hadn't gained any new ground or leverage in the past 24 hours, nor had he beaten Yoongi at any of their battles.

The only thing he had going for him was his plan to talk to some of Yoongi's former clients, but even then, if he didn't get the opportunity to meet with them, or didn't gain any useful information, then he would still be on a losing streak.

And this losing streak had led him right into that cage- cramped, cold and crying.

This bet was becoming a little more difficult than he had anticipated.

He washed his hands at the sink, steadfastly refusing to look at his reflection in the mirror.

He didn't want to see the cracks in his armor.

Making his way back into the bedroom, he saw Yoongi was laying out some items from the closet.

"I'll be gone at work today, pet." Yoongi said as Namjoon sat down on the floor in front of him. "But that doesn't mean I won't be keeping an eye on you. I fully expect you to be on your best behavior at all times, even when I'm not around. Understand?"

Namjoon nodded, wondering how Yoongi was planning on 'keeping an eye' on him. Cameras? He hadn't seen any get installed around the house. Was he planning on paying someone to babysit Namjoon? The boy hoped not, feeling a small surge of fear at the idea of a stranger standing over him while he was weak and restrained.

"I do hope you behave," Yoongi pulled out a black pair of lacy panties, slightly see-through. He tossed them at the boy and they landed on his bare thigh. "I've planned out as many rewards and gifts as I have punishments, believe it or not. But something tells me you'll be seeing a lot more punishments than rewards."

Namjoon grabbed the panties, not enthusiastic about wearing them but his desire to eat and drink overruled any attempts at arguing with the dom. Not that he could really argue anyways, since the collar would simply shock him.

Before he could put them on, however, Yoongi had suddenly snatched them from his hands.

"That's not how this is going to work, pet." Yoongi shook his head. "Toys don't dress themselves. Also, you will not touch the clothing dom is giving you until I say so. I'm not done deciding on how you will look today. You will wait until dom gives you permission to move."

He laid the panties directly over Namjoon's face, blurring his vision.

"Sit. Stay. Good toy."

Namjoon twisted his mouth in disapproval as he squinted behind the lace, trying to see what other item Yoongi was picking out.

"I should shock you right now," Yoongi hummed as he slid coat hangers aside, carefully assessing each garment hanging from them. "For not being in Position A."

Immediately, Namjoon quickly shifted; his hands behind his back and his legs bent and spread, resting on his toes and knees.

Yoongi's laughter made humiliated blush bloom on Namjoon's cheeks.

Something else was tossed onto him and Namjoon flinched as it hit his face. It was heavier than the panties- something with buckles.

"Stand up, pet."

Biting back a sigh, Namjoon got to his feet. The clothing slid off him and landed in a heap at his feet. One look at Yoongi told Namjoon that he wasn't supposed to have let it fall, but then Yoongi was looking up.

Namjoon followed the doms gaze and was surprised to see a pair of chains dangling down. He had been so surprised about all the changes to his new room that he had never even thought about how the ceiling could have also been remodeled.

"Arms up, pet." Yoongi ordered, walking to the wall, where a small panel with two buttons on it sat. Namjoon hadn't noticed that either, and now he was wondering what else he had missed.

Yoongi pressed the bottom button, and the chains lowered until they were hanging in front of Namjoon's face.

Namjoon held his hands up without being prompted. He knew where this was going, and he didn't want Yoongi to shock him again. Especially since the dom had given him two breaks already.

Yoongi tightened the cuffs around the boys wrists before stepping back and pressing the top button again. The chains ascended, pulling Namjoon's arms up until he was left stretched out, balancing on his tip toes.

"This is how you will get dressed and undressed every day, pet." Yoongi was explaining as he stood back in front of Namjoon. "Assuming you have the honor of wearing clothes, of course. Dom will decide what you wear or don't wear, and only dom will clothe you and strip you. Understand?"

Namjoon nodded again, not caring too much since this wasn't that bad. After spending the night in the cage in those conditions, nothing else seemed like it could be worse.

"Your collar won't shock you if you say 'yes, dom'." Yoongi smirked. "But I'll let you be non verbal for this morning, pet. I sincerely hope last night taught you the right lesson."

Namjoon noticed how he didn't have the option to say 'no, dom'.

Yoongi walked around the chained boy, taking in every inch of Namjoon's exposed body. Naked and stretched out like this, nothing could be hidden from the dom's dark, perceptive eyes.

"As disobedient as you are..." Yoongi's deep voice vibrated in Namjoon's ears and the boy shivered, feeling tense as Yoongi stopped behind him. "You still are the prettiest toy. Everyone is so jealous of you. All those subs out there, wishing they had your body. Your skin. Your face. Your hair, mouth, eyes, smile."

Namjoon was confused; who was 'everyone'? And what subs was Yoongi talking about?

"But they're not nearly as jealous as the doms are of me." Yoongi chuckled, his breath fanning Namjoon's hair, right above his left ear. "Maybe I'll let you read the comments sometime. About how they wish they had you in their own beds, or tied up in their basements. How much they want to have their hands all over you, grabbing your waist and bruising your hips. How much they would pay to be able to fuck you, or even just to watch. They want to bite your thighs. Collar you and give you endless hickeys. Bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you. The things they want to do to you, pet... not all of it is legal."

Namjoon's heart was beating wildly, as Yoongi whispered these things to him. He wanted to ask what Yoongi was talking about, but a part of him didn't want to know the answer. His breathing turned a little heavier, sounding ragged in the quiet room.

"Oh, don't be so scared. They're not all lewd." Yoongi hummed, sliding his warm palms over Namjoon's abdomen. He hugged Namjoon from behind, his arms slightly squeezing the chained boys sides. "In fact, a lot of them want to do what I used to do. Spoil you. Cherish you. Buy you every pretty thing and gaze in awe upon your beautiful, diamond covered form. Let you get away with anything."

His hands moved up slowly, leaving goosebumps in their wake as his warm palms left Namjoon's abs and rose to grip his pecs.

"But it doesn't matter what they say, or what they offer me." Lips pressed against the back of Namjoon's neck, and the dimpled boy was surprised at the affection being shown to him. Sure, it was clearly dark and possessive, since Yoongi's hands never stopped roaming Namjoon's body, occasionally gripping the flesh hard enough to leave little bruises.

"Because you're mine. My pet. My toy. Everything about you belongs to me. Everything of yours is mine. Your body, your mind, your heart, your thoughts..." Yoongi's mouth was trailing along Namjoon's neck, stopping to bite the cinnamon skin here and there, leaving a constellation of small hickeys around his neck both above and below the collar.

Namjoon swallowed hard, shifting his weight under the chains. He didn't know what to say to all this. He couldn't tell the type of mood Yoongi was in. Did those comments piss him off? Or was he pleased there were so many jealous people? How did these doms and subs even know about Namjoon?

"Even your sleep cycle is mine to control." Yoongi continued, his voice deeper than normal in the quiet, dark room. His hands separated then- one going south to gently rub just below Namjoon's navel, while the other came north to wrap around his throat. "Every atom of your being is mine, pet. All of it. All of you. All for me."

Namjoon stiffened then, worrying about pain as Yoongi's hand lightly squeezed his neck.

Yoongi pressed himself against Namjoon's backside, and Namjoon could feel Yoongi's erection against his ass.

The fact Yoongi had gotten aroused by talking about how he owned Namjoon was such a dom mindset to have that it made Namjoon realize something.

Dom mindset.

Namjoon didn't have a sub headspace, but Yoongi had a dom headspace.

Namjoon had seen it only a few times in the years they had known each other. It had come out for the first time when Namjoon was being a little shit and rode Yoongi's thigh in a humiliating attempt to get off.

Yoongi had allowed it, only to be able to verbally degrade the boy for it afterwards. He had spanked Namjoon while saying what a useless submissive he was, how Yoongi was a well respected dom and deserved a better sub to please him.

Of course, when Yoongi saw how it had affected Namjoon, he had stopped immediately and apologized, explaining that he didn't mean those words. That he had just said them because he was in the headspace.

Namjoon hadn't minded it then, because Yoongi had given in to a wish Namjoon had wanted at the time as an apology.

The other time Yoongi had been in a dom headspace was the red room incident.

And Namjoon realized Yoongi planned to be in a dom headspace for the entirety of their bet.

That was how he planned on winning. How he could stand treating Namjoon this way. How he was avoiding another drop.

After all, the only reason Yoongi had dropped the first time was because he felt guilt when he realized what he had done to Namjoon.

But now that he viewed Namjoon as an object, he didn't have a reason to feel guilty.

Toys didn't have feelings.

Namjoon's eyes were wide now, his shaky breaths audible as Yoongi continued to touch and kiss him. His lips parted to speak, but he didn't have anything to say.

He wondered if Yoongi even came down from the headspace at night, or when he was away at work. Or if he was actively working to keep it up every second of every day.

Namjoon couldn't lie- he was scared now.

The only way he could think of to win the bet now was to convince Yoongi that Namjoon was a human being- his sweet, adored baby sub again.

No- not convince.

Remind.

Yoongi's hand moved, sliding down from his neck to press over his heart and a deep chuckle rumbled against Namjoon's neck.

"Nervous about something, pet?" The dom asked.

Again, Namjoon's mouth opened to speak, but he didn't.

He didn't know what to say, especially since he knew he couldn't say anything unless he wanted to get shocked again.

Yoongi groaned, pressing himself against Namjoon harder. "Mm, should call in again today so I can fuck you. Although," his teeth scraped against the vein on Namjoon's neck, hovering there as if in warning. "My toy hasn't done anything to deserve getting fucked by doms cock. Mm. Wonder when it'll realize it's going to lose this bet and just give in."

The pronoun changes made sense now. Everything Yoongi was doing was to rewrite Namjoon's status in Yoongi's mind.

Like an angel, Namjoon had fallen.