Forced to be his ♡✔️

9.Maid Dress👗

Yoongi pov

The thick, cloying scent of wine, stronger than I preferred, slammed into me as Jimin clung to my waist, his grip a little too tight.

He wouldn't let go, wouldn't even loosen his hold, his insistent pressure digging into my ribs. I knew his games, his twisted sense of amusement – a perverse obsession with seeing me in a maid dress. It was a constant battle, a constant push and pull.

Jimin : “I know you’re curious, Yoongi,”

he purred, his voice laced with mischief,

Jimin : “If you want to know more about yourself, just clean the house in a maid outfit. Be a good baby boy.”

Yoongi : “No way,”

I mumbled, my voice strained.

Yoongi : “Those dresses are uncomfortable. You wear the maid outfit, and I'll clean.”

I tried to sound confident, tried to appear unmoved by his words. But his words, his taunts, they dug into me, stirring up a storm of unease.

He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

Jimin : “Do as I say, Yoongi. No sass. I want to see you in that maid dress. It's your punishment. You know what happens if you don't follow my orders. I won't hesitate to have a longgggh…night with you.”

His voice was a low growl, a dark promise whispered in the darkness. His "long nights" held a sinister undertone, a threat I knew all too well. His words, a cruel reminder of the power he held over me.

Yoongi : "You disgusting creature,"

I spat, my voice tight with anger and fear.

Yoongi : "Leave me alone. I will clean the house as you ordered. I won't defy you.”

With a trembling hand, I felt Jimin's grip loosen. The slightest shift, the smallest sign of weakness. Seizing the opportunity, I bolted to my feet, my heart pounding in my chest, a desperate cacophony echoing in my ears.

I raced away from that room, his threat echoing in my mind, his words burning into my skin. I ran, the taste of fear and humiliation bitter on my tongue. I ran, fueled by a desperate need to escape the suffocating grip of his control, the suffocating weight of his twisted desires. And as I ran, the questions, the doubts, the lingering fear, continued to haunt me.

Minutes later,

The cold, metallic scent of cleaning supplies filled my nostrils as I scrubbed at the wall, the echo of Jimin's voice snapping me out of my focus.

Jimin : “My delicate snowflake needs a stern punishment for his disobedience,”

he purred, his hand tightening around my neck, forcing me to turn.

Jimin :  “He failed to wear his maid’s outfit.”