"So this is what it wants?" Yoongi mused, digging into his closet.

Namjoon sat on the bed, naked and patiently waiting for the dom.

A few days had passed since Yoongi had given him three options to pick from as a reward for passing Yoongi's test.

And today was Saturday, which meant Yoongi had the day off from work, which meant Namjoon could finally get his reward.

Which was why Yoongi was rifling through his closet.

After all, Namjoon couldn't go out to a fancy dinner without any clothes on.

Finally, Yoongi pulled back, holding a white button down shirt in his hands. The material was soft and slightly see through.

He tossed it to Namjoon, who caught it. "Any objections, pet?"

Namjoon hummed as he pulled it on, relishing the feeling of being fully covered. "Not at all, dom."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow and pointed a finger at him. "Watch your tone, pet."

Namjoon zipped his lips shut, and although Yoongi turned back to the closet, Namjoon had seen the faint smile on the doms face.

"Don't get giddy, pet." Yoongi pulled down a black belt and a pair of black socks. "All the rules still apply to it, even out in public. It better be on its best behavior."

Namjoon pulled on the socks as Yoongi tossed it to him. "Yes, dom."

Briefly, he wondered if this reward would have consequences- like all of Yoongi's offers did. Maybe the dom would just take him to a fast food drive through instead. After all, 'fancy' was a relative term.

Yoongi left the closet and opened a drawer instead, pulling out a pair of black silk pants. They were Namjoon's, because Yoongi had kept them secretly, as well as a few of the toys other previous belongings.

He threw the pants to the toy. "Get dressed quickly, pet. We still have to do its hair and makeup and the reservations are in an hour."

No fast food, then, Namjoon thought as he pulled on the pants and added the belt around his waist. Unless Yoongi was lying about the reservation.

It amazed him how paranoid he had become over the course of the bet.

Yoongi sat him down in front of the vanity and grabbed a brush. Namjoon watched as the dom combed through his long hair.

"It looks better now." Yoongi murmured, running his fingers through the black strands. "Gunna have to start tying it back for when it sucks my cock."

"Yes, dom." Namjoon said, because he didn't know what else to say.

The fact Yoongi was molding him physically and mentally to be his perfect sex toy was making Namjoon's cock hard. Or, it was attempting to get hard anyway, but the cage put a stop to that real fast.

Yoongi clipped a small black bow to Namjoons bangs, before applying a soft pink lip gloss to the boys lips. He added a few more final touches and then they were both ready.

As Namjoon followed the dom to the car, he hoped he wouldn't have to ride in the trunk again, but thankfully Yoongi didn't say anything when Namjoon slid into the passenger seat.

He was probably only allowing it so that Namjoon's hair and outfit wouldn't get messed up, but Namjoon was still glad for the chance to sit up front like a normal human.

He expected them to go to Accardi's again, since it was the most prolific and popular restaurant in the BDSM scene, but Yoongi surprised him yet again by driving into the city, where he pulled up to a tall and large white brick restaurant that had candles lit in every window.

A valet parked their car, already wracking up their bill before they had even stepped inside.

The host smiled at them from behind a marble podium, dressed in a black suit.

"Good evening, sirs. How may I help you?"

"We have a reservation at six." Yoongi stepped up, and the host looked momentarily surprised that the smaller of the two men was the one in charge.

"Of course, sir. The name?"

"Min Yoongi."

The host located the name in his list and crossed it off before grabbing two menus clad in red leather. "Right this way, gentlemen."

Namjoon followed Yoongi as Yoongi followed the host to a secluded corner booth in the back. It was quieter here, with hushed voices and clinking silverware barely being heard over the gentle jazz music that flowed from the hidden speakers.

They sat down and the host handed them each a menu. The name of the restaurant was embossed in gold thread over the read leather: Éblouissant

Yoongi hummed as he opened his menu. "What are you thinking of getting?"

Namjoon's eyes roamed over the appetizers and entrées, stomach rumbling at every new item he saw. He couldn't remember the last meal he ate that wasn't covered in Yoongi's cum, or was more than just three tiny bites-

Namjoon paused, realizing what Yoongi had said.

He looked up, seeing the dom pour them each a glass of dark red wine from the ice bucket at the middle of the table.

"You aren't referring to me as... it?" Namjoon asked.

Yoongi chuckled, setting the glass down. He handed one to Namjoon. "Not during your reward, pet. After all, it wouldn't do any good to minimize the rewards- then you won't work hard to earn them. For tonight and tonight only, you're a human being and not a sex toy."

Namjoon didn't trust it at first, but as Yoongi browsed the menu and talked to him normally, without shocking him with the remote or ordering him to get under the table and suck him off, he finally started to relax.

Yoongi was right after all, Namjoon had earned this reward. And if rewards turned out to be as bad as punishments then what motivation would Namjoon have to want to earn them? It would be counter productive.

Namjoon grabbed a bread roll, taking a large bite and savoring the fluffy, warm bread and butter. It tasted so good being cum-free.

Mentally, he wondered how Yoongi was doing. Since the dom was looking at him, it made Namjoon think Yoongi was in dom space. But Yoongi was also being kind, so didn't that mean he wasn't in dom space?

Namjoon was confused, and he didn't know what to say or do about the situation. Maybe he should just play it neutral.

"Namjoon." Yoongi set down his wine glass. His dark eyes looking over the rim of it, piercing Namjoon's own bright and wide brown eyes.

"Yes, dom?" Namjoon said instinctively.

He blushed, hoping no one around had heard that, but Yoongi looked pleased, and the doms smirk made Namjoon's heart flutter.

"Dom will ask you a few questions throughout dinner." Yoongi said, his voice deep and his face so unbelievably attractive that Namjoon felt his cock twitch pathetically in its cage. "If you answer them honestly, dom will think about letting you have a small orgasm."

Namjoon nearly gasped. "Really?"

"If I think you're lying, however," Yoongi continued, his cat like eyes narrowing. "The reward will end abruptly and I will punish you until all your safewords are used up and you admit defeat and pass out."

Namjoon swallowed hard. This made him rethink wanting to play this game, but then his dick reminded him that he wanted to cum and all reason left his brain.

"Since it's your reward night, I'll let you decide if you want to do it or not." Yoongi's pale fingers picked up the silver knife that laid next to his plate and spun it around. "But if you say no, you won't have the option to play it later."

Namjoon thought about it. The emphasis Yoongi put on the punishment meant he really wanted to know something. Something only Namjoon could answer. Maybe something about the rumor? And the fact Yoongi was only giving him one chance to play this game meant he wanted to know the answer now.

Namjoon had the upper hand against Yoongi. He had something the dom wanted, and was in a position to withold it from Yoongi.

The bad news was that Namjoon didn't know what it was that Yoongi wanted. He could accidentally let it slip later, and then he would have wasted his only shot to get an orgasm.

"I'll play." He said finally.

Yoongi grinned. "Good, pet. But let's eat first."

He raised a hand and their waitress hurried over.

Yoongi spoke in French to her, gesturing to the menu and few times. She nodded and replied, smiling and laughing at how charming Yoongi was.

Namjoon tried to interpret their conversation, but he hadn't studied his French as much as he should have and found he could only infer that they were talking about food.

"I ordered for you." Yoongi said after she collected their menus and left. "I know you used to be fluent in French, but it's been awhile and you've been too busy learning how to be my perfect sex toy that I didn't think you would be able to order your own food."

Namjoon ignored that. "Do I get to ask you questions too?"

Yoongi cocked his head, his fingers laced together in front of him. "Why?"

Namjoon shrugged, feeling a little emboldened. He sipped his wine.

"It's only fair, isn't it?"

"Our relationship is no longer about fairness."

"You know, there's always the possibility you could push me too hard during this bet. I could leave you."

Yoongi chuckled. "I know your limits, pet."

Namjoon had to admit he was right. Nothing Yoongi had done so far was enough to make Namjoon want to break up with him. Sure, he had been mad and scared a few times, but this was what he had wanted. Hell, Yoongi had even tattooed him and Namjoon still stayed.

He wanted to see what else Yoongi would do.

He wanted to see if he could truly beat Min Yoongi.

"I'll let you ask two questions." Yoongi smiled. "One question because it's your reward night, and another one because I think it will be interesting."

"And how many questions are you going to ask me?" Namjoon stole another piece of bread. He hoped he could fill up on all this delicious food and magically have it fuel him for the remainder of the bet.

"That counts as one of your questions."

Namjoon's eyes snapped up to Yoongi's. "What?! No! That's not fair!"

Yoongi chuckled. "I told you our relationship isn't fair."

"We didn't say go." Namjoon crossed his arms and scowled.

The waitress interrupted them to set a plate of salad in front of each of them.

Yoongi thanked her and hummed as he grabbed a fork. "Niçoise salad, pet. It's very good, try it."

Namjoon had never had a salad that contained potatoes in it before. He stabbed his fork into the sharp lettuce, olives, green beans, hard boiled eggs and tomatoes and took a bite, savoring the lemony dressing. It wasn't bad, but he still pushed the eggs and tomatoes to the side of his plate.

"First question," Yoongi lifted his napkin from his lap and dabbed his lip. "How do you feel?"

Namjoon paused, fork halfway to his mouth.

How did... he feel?

An innocent enough question. But Namjoon knew Yoongi wasn't asking it innocently.

"Fine..." Namjoon said slowly, a hint of suspicion in his tone.

Yoongi gave him a hard look. "I would like a deeper answer than that to all my questions, pet."

"You didn't state that before we started." Namjoon immediately argued.

"Games off." Yoongi stated simply, pouring himself more wine. "No chance at an orgasm."

"Wait!" Namjoon whined. "Okay, fine! I'll be more descriptive, you-"

He had been about to call the dom an asshole out of habit, but stopped himself just in time.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow at him.

"Give me a chance to think." Namjoon closed his eyes and leaned back in the soft booth.

How did he feel? He felt... a lot of things. Tired. Hungry. Exhausted from trying to outsmart Yoongi and losing every time. Paranoid. Wondering when the bet would end. Imagining the things that would come next. Horny. Very horny. Melancholy. He missed his old life. Not enough to quit the bet, but still. He missed the old Yoongi especially. He missed... love.

He opened his eyes to see Yoongi looking intently at him.

"I feel sad." He admitted.

He felt that Yoongi would scold him for not being more in depth with his response, but the dom merely nodded as if he understood Namjoon's inner turmoil.

Namjoon expected another question to be posed but Yoongi resumed eating his salad and Namjoon slowly followed suit.

The waitress came by to take their empty plates away and dropped off their appetizers.

"That's raw beef." Namjoon stared at the mound of pinkish red meat that sat on a small plate in front of him. It was garnished with a raw egg on top and some sort of yellow sauce on the bottom, but that didn't hide the fact it was raw beef.

"It's steak tartare." Yoongi said, digging into his own mound.

Namjoon stared as Yoongi ate. "You're going to get sick."

Yoongi chuckled. "Don't be hypocritical, you eat sushi all the time and that's raw."

"They're two completely different foods." Namjoon complained.

"Try it."

Namjoon was about to argue, but decided he didn't want to risk ruining his reward. He eyed the mound wearily. "Why did they put a raw egg on a pile of raw meat?"

"To add texture."

"Slimey, gooey, cold texture." Namjoon muttered. Still, he dutifully took a tiny bites of the dish.

He was surprised to find it wasn't completely raw; the outside had been slightly seared. And the inside was a burst of flavor- onion, capers, herbs, sauce and others he couldn't identify.

"Do you trust me?"

Namjoon was surprised at the sudden question, looking up to see Yoongi looking at him again. The doms eyes were intense and it made Namjoon's heart flutter.

He swallowed his bite, taking his time to answer.

"To an extent."

Yoongi stared at him for a long time, saying nothing. Namjoon's heart started to pound, worrying he had said the wrong thing. But how could it be wrong when it was the honest answer? Yoongi had made it clear he wanted Namjoon to be honest after all. Besides, after everything Yoongi had put him through, of course Namjoon would have grown suspicious of his every move.

He glared defiantly back at the dom, putting emphasis on his answer.

The waitress coming back cut both their concentration. Namjoon watched as she set more dishes on their table.

Something that looked like stew was placed in front of him. Big chunks of meat simmered in red sauce along with onions, mushrooms and garlic.

It smelled amazing and looked a lot more delicious than raw meat.

Yoongi's plate was similar, though he had chicken instead of beef.

"Coq au vin." Yoongi said, gesturing to his own plate before pointing his fork at Namjoon's. "Boeuf bourguignon."

Namjoon didn't know what that meant nor did he care. He dug in, pleased with the taste. He wondered if Yoongi would let him keep any leftovers.

They ate their entrées in silence, with Namjoon too hungry to think about their game.

Once he was done, he sat back and sighed, content. He was definitely going to do everything he possibly could to win another reward.

Yoongi reached for the wine bottle but Namjoon snatched it away.

He held it out of the doms reach, using it as a hostage.

"How will I know you're telling the truth when I ask my questions?" Namjoon asked. "And no, that doesn't count as a question."

"I'll tell you the truth right now, pet." Yoongi's eyes glittered. "If you don't give me back my wine I'll spank you until your ass falls off."

Namjoon quickly surrendered the wine.

Yoongi poured himself another glass and sipped it a few times before answering.

"You don't."

That wasn't the answer Namjoon wanted to hear.

"That's not fair." He growled.

"You already know my stance on fairness." Yoongi replied, finishing his meal. "A dom doesn't need to be fair to something as inconsequential as a useless sex toy." He grabbed the bottle of wine and tipped it over his glass to top it off. "You don't even have the right to be mad at-"

"Do you love me?"

He could tell the question caught Yoongi off guard by the way the flow of wine stuttered.

The dom set the bottle down, not taking his eyes off the deep red liquid as he swished the glass around.

Namjoon could almost see the battle in Yoongi's mind. Dom space fighting Yoongi's heart.

The silence stretched.

"Nevermind." Namjoon said hastily. "I take it back, that's not my question."

Yoongi finally looked at him and Namjoon tried to read the emotion in his eyes but was interrupted by the waitress.

She gave them each a small plate of what looked like some sort of cake. Namjoon didn't know what it was, and Yoongi didn't translate.

This meal too, was eaten in silence.

-

The drive back home was dark and quiet.

Namjoon couldn't describe the way he felt, other than that he was trying hard not to cry.

Yoongi didn't say he loved him.

He had said it before that he no longer loved Namjoon, but Namjoon hadn't believed it. It was just a trick to make him weak, to quit the bet.

But if Yoongi had replied to his question and said some mean remark, then Namjoon would know Yoongi was talking from dom space and would be reassured that Yoongi did still love him.

But he hadn't said anything at all.

He risked a look at the dom, seeing Yoongi coolly driving with one hand. Usually, his other hand would be on Namjoon's thigh, or be held gently between Namjoon's own hands. But now it just lay draped over the gear shift between their seats, a million miles away.

They were almost home when Namjoon gathered the courage to ask his second question.

"Yoongi?"

The dom looked at him coldly, clearly stating without any words a reminder that Namjoon wasn't supposed to call him that anymore.

Namjoon didn't care and just blurted out his question.

"What if I quit the bet right now?"