🌹 The Blood Lord's Pet
(Dark Romance | Yandere Boss × Captive | BL | 18+)
💔 Pairing: Jungkook $\times$ Jimin
🖤 Genre: Mafia AU, Obsession, Power Play, Kidnap, Den of Evil, Slowburn
🚫 Warnings: Forced Proximity, Dark Themes, Control, Lack of Freedom, 18+
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The room was silent, yet danger pulsed in every molecule of air. The scent of old black leather, expensive whiskey, and Jungkook’s unique, cool fragrance... these smells defined the boundaries of this dark world.
Jungkook stood in the center—small, slender, and trembling fiercely. He wasn't physically bound, but the luxurious walls of the room around him, the ornamental knives, and the silent bodyguards... all clearly conveyed his lack of freedom.
The door opened. Jimin arrived—blindingly beautiful, with a cruel flash in his eyes. He was 'The Blood Lord,' the Mafia Don. His face, angelic as it was, held a soul colder than old stone.
He walked straight toward Jungkook—slowly, yet every step seemed to vibrate through the room.
"My little Bunny," Jimin’s voice was as sweet as honey, but it sounded like the click of a cage door locking. "You tried to run. Didn't you know you belong only to me?"
Jungkook lifted his head. His eyes were wide with fear, but held a persistent spark of defiance. "I don't belong to you. You are keeping me here by force."
Jimin chuckled—a tiny sound, almost imperceptible. But the humor didn't reach his eyes. He placed his hand on Jungkook's shoulder, feeling the tension there.
"Strong words," Jimin praised, his fingers brushing the pulse point on Jungkook's neck. "But your body tells lies. Feel how fast your heart races under my touch."
Jungkook stopped breathing. The touch, the dominance, and the forbidden pull... all were suffocating him. He wanted to push Jimin away, but his feet felt glued to the floor.
Jimin's face leaned closer to Jungkook's ear. His voice was now barely a whisper. "You are not just my pet, Jungkook. You are my obsession. I don't want to steal your freedom. I want you to surrender to me willingly."
Jungkook's jaw tightened. Everything in the room knew that tonight would either break him—or his own attraction to this Don's cruelty would break him instead.
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🌹 The Blood Lord's Pet — Part 2
(Dark Romance | Yandere Boss × Captive | BL | 18+)
Jimin’s touch was the only warmth Jungkook could feel, and it was the most dangerous heat imaginable. His fingers were still curled around Jungkook’s throat, not squeezing, but a constant, silent promise of absolute control.
"Surrender is not a request, little one," Jimin murmured, pulling Jungkook flush against the silk lapel of his expensive suit. The smell of whiskey and power was intoxicatingly close. "It is an inevitability."
Jungkook tried to push away, his palms flat against Jimin’s chest. The action was weak, desperate. "You can kill me, but you can’t make me yield."
A low, amused rumble vibrated through Jimin’s chest. He didn't release the captive; instead, he lifted his other hand and gently tucked a strand of dark hair behind Jungkook’s ear, his cold skin trailing against the sensitive curve.
"Killing you is a waste of a beautiful toy," Jimin corrected, his crimson eyes gleaming with possessive hunger. "I prefer to change your mind. To teach you where your loyalty lies."
Jimin stepped back, releasing his throat, but the sudden freedom felt worse than the restraint. Jungkook gasped, trying to reclaim his equilibrium, but Jimin’s sharp grin didn't allow it.
"You look thirsty," Jimin said, nodding toward the crystal decanter on the massive mahogany desk. He picked up a glass of dark amber liquid. "Drink."
Jungkook stared at the glass. It wasn't poison—Jimin wasn't crude. It was a test. A demand. "I don't take orders."
Jimin sighed dramatically, walking toward him with the glass in hand. He stopped directly in front of Jungkook, towering over him, and tilted the glass slightly, letting a single drop of the expensive liquor run down the side.
"You will drink it," Jimin stated, his voice losing its velvet edge, becoming steel. He grasped Jungkook's jaw firmly, forcing his eyes to lock. "And when you do, you will remember who gave it to you. Who owns the very air you breathe in this room."
He pressed the rim of the glass against Jungkook's lips. The moment Jungkook's tongue flickered out to taste the bitter, warm liquid, Jimin’s eyes darkened with raw satisfaction.
He yielded. Not to the glass, but to the will behind the command.
Jimin watched him drain the glass, his own breathing quickening. When Jungkook finished, Jimin threw the glass carelessly onto the thick rug, reaching out to cup the back of Jungkook's neck.
"Good boy," Jimin whispered, the praise a devastating form of control. "Now, we begin the real training."
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🌹 The Blood Lord's Pet — Part 3
(Dark Romance | Yandere Boss × Captive | BL | 18+)
The broken glass was swept away, but the lingering taste of whiskey and defeat remained on Jungkook’s tongue. He stood motionless, his eyes blazing with a mixture of shame and the dangerous spark of a developing addiction. He had yielded once; the second time would be easier, Jimin knew.
Jimin circled him slowly, predator evaluating prey. His fingers trailed the sharp line of Jungkook's shoulder, down his arm, until he grasped his wrist.
"The training is simple," Jimin’s voice was a low hum, intimate and chilling. "Every refusal is met with a reward you desperately crave. Every surrender earns a punishment that strips away your control."
Jungkook inhaled sharply when Jimin pulled his wrist up, pressing a sharp kiss against the inside of his elbow—a point that felt far too vulnerable. "You think you can break my mind with parlor tricks?"
Jimin chuckled, pulling the wrist behind Jungkook’s back, pressing their bodies close together. Jungkook felt the solid warmth of Jimin’s body, the hard lines of the suit, and the overwhelming scent of wealth and danger.
"I don't need parlor tricks, little one. I just need honesty," Jimin whispered, his breath hot against Jungkook's ear. "Tell me what you fear most in this room."
Jungkook remained silent, clenching his jaw, refusing to give his captor the weapon of his weakness.
Jimin’s hand moved, not to punish, but to touch the small, silver chain hanging around Jungkook's neck—a simple gift Jimin had given him the day he arrived, now feeling like a leash. He pulled it, forcing Jungkook’s head back to rest against his shoulder.
"You fear this," Jimin murmured, turning them slightly to face the enormous, gilded mirror that dominated the wall. "You fear seeing the truth: that the cold, powerful Don—the man you hate—is the only one who can make your body feel something other than terror."
In the mirror, Jungkook saw them: the pale, beautiful predator looming behind the dark-haired captive. It wasn't the image of a captor and a victim; it was the horrifying reflection of a new, twisted unit.
Jimin's lips brushed the skin just beneath Jungkook's ear. "Look closely, Bunny. You are mine. You want to be mine. Say it."
Jungkook's eyes were wide, dark, and utterly lost in the reflection. He felt the cold pressure of Jimin's signet ring against his pulse, the overwhelming sense of ownership. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out—only a ragged, silent plea.
Jimin smiled, knowing he had won the first, crucial battle. He turned Jungkook back around, finally letting go of the chain, but replacing the restraint with his eyes.
"We have plenty of time," Jimin promised. "Plenty of time for you to learn to speak my language."
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🌹 The Blood Lord's Pet — Part 4
(Dark Romance | Yandere Boss × Captive | BL | 18+)
Jungkook couldn’t escape the reflection, even with his eyes closed. The image of his body pressed against Jimin’s, the perfect picture of ownership, had branded itself onto his mind. He was still standing where Jimin had left him, the silence of the room now a mocking witness.
Jimin returned, shedding the tailored suit jacket and rolling up the cuffs of his expensive white shirt. The subtle movement was entirely domestic, yet it felt like a dangerous preparation. His gaze never left Jungkook.
"You've been quiet," Jimin noted, his voice softer than usual, a false calm that was more terrifying than rage. "Have you finally decided what you want to say?"
Jungkook forced himself to move, taking two steps back, putting distance between them. "I want to leave."
Jimin smiled, that perfect, cruel curve of his lips. "Incorrect. That is what you think you want. What you truly want is for me to stop fighting you. To stop testing your limits."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key—a small, intricate silver thing that looked like an antique. He tossed it casually, letting it clatter softly onto the mahogany desk.
"That key opens the door to this room," Jimin explained, walking around the desk to stand between Jungkook and the exit. "It’s unlocked. You are free to take it and walk out."
Jungkook stared at the key. It was a vicious trick. He knew the building was surrounded by guards, that the city was Jimin’s playground. The freedom offered was an illusion, but the temptation—the possibility—made his heart pound painfully.
He took a hesitant step toward the desk.
"Go on," Jimin urged, leaning against the wood. "Take it. Prove that your defiance is stronger than your fear of the outside world now that you belong to me."
Jungkook reached out, his fingers hovering inches above the cold silver. He knew if he failed, the punishment wouldn't be physical, but a profound, deep psychological humiliation that would seal his fate forever. He couldn't risk the failure. He couldn't give Jimin the satisfaction.
His hand retracted, clenching into a fist.
Jimin didn't move, but a dark, devastating wave of triumph washed over his features. "Wise choice, my pet."
He pushed off the desk and walked to Jungkook, stopping barely a breath away. His hands went to the buttons of Jungkook's shirt, his eyes never leaving his captive's.
"Your reward for choosing the safety of my cage," Jimin whispered, slowly unfastening the first button, then the second. "You need to be reminded of what is truly yours, and what is irrevocably mine."
Jungkook shivered, not in fear, but in the agonizing anticipation of a touch he was starting to dread and desire in equal measure. He had lost the key, and in doing so, he had truly lost the last vestiges of his freedom.
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🌹 The Blood Lord's Pet — Part 5 (Finale)
(Dark Romance | Yandere Boss × Captive | BL | 18+)
The silk shirt lay discarded somewhere on the floor, joining the silver key that had bought Jungkook's eternal imprisonment. He stood exposed, every muscle in his body taut, waiting for the devastating lesson Jimin had promised.
Jimin moved closer, his fingers tracing the collarbones he had just uncovered. His eyes, usually predatory and cold, held a frightening mix of adoration and triumph. He was looking at his masterpiece.
"You chose me, Jungkook," Jimin whispered, his voice thick with satisfied possession. "You chose the cage, because deep down, you understood that only I could offer you the total security you craved."
Jungkook couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, could only feel the slow, methodical pressure of Jimin's hands on his skin. He had fought, he had resisted, but in the end, the sheer force of Jimin's will—and his own treacherous desire—had broken him down to this vulnerable state.
"Say it," Jimin commanded, leaning in, their lips nearly touching. This wasn't about violence anymore; it was about verbal, absolute ownership. "Say who you belong to."
Jungkook tried to resist one last time, a pathetic twist of his body. But Jimin held him steady, his touch suddenly rough, forcing the confession out.
"Y-Yours," Jungkook choked out, the word tearing itself from his throat, carrying the weight of all his shattered defiance. "I belong to you... Lord."
The title was the final, critical piece of the puzzle. Jimin’s entire body seemed to relax into a deep, consuming pleasure. His eyes fluttered closed for a second, savoring the sound.
When he opened them, the chilling veneer of the Blood Lord had cracked, replaced by the raw, consuming hunger of the Yandere.
"Good. My good, beautiful pet," Jimin murmured, pulling him into an embrace that was simultaneously crushing and comforting. "Now, I will show you what obedience earns."
He lifted Jungkook easily into his arms, carrying him toward the massive bed that dominated the far end of the room. Jungkook offered no resistance, his arms wrapping reflexively around Jimin’s neck. He was a creature trained, surrendered, and finally, irrevocably owned.
As Jimin lowered them onto the cold silk sheets, he looked down at the man beneath him—the fighter, the captive, now the devoted.
"You won't fear leaving this room anymore, Bunny," Jimin promised, his voice a possessive rumble. "Because soon, you won't even remember how to walk away."
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— The End of the Beginning —
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