Outworld Mission

17-night of dominance

The royal chambers were shrouded in the soft glow of candlelight, casting long shadows over the opulent furniture and plush velvet drapery. Outside, the world was quiet-save for the rustling of the wind, but inside, a heavy tension filled the air, wrapping itself around Jungkook like an invisible weight. The wedding had ended, but the night was far from over.

Jungkook stood in the center of the room, the weight of the crimson robes still clinging to him, almost suffocating. His chest tightened with uncertainty, every nerve in his body alert, as if waiting for something-something he both feared and, in some small corner of his heart, desired.

Seokjin, the King, entered quietly. His presence was immediate, the air itself seeming to shift as he walked into the room. The calm, regal grace with which he moved sent a shiver down Jungkook's spine. He had seen the King from up close, commanding his court, speaking with such power and authority. But now is different, in this intimate space, there was a different kind of force at work-a force that made Jungkook's breath catch in his throat.

Jungwah,

The King's voice was a whisper of silk, yet it held an undeniable command. His gaze swept over him, assessing, taking in every detail as if he were the one who had the power to shape this moment.

You will obey me tonight

Once again the King was talking in telephaty.
Jungkook's pulse quickened at the words. There was no question in Seokjin's tone, no room for negotiation.
The King was not asking-he was asserting his dominance, his power over everything in the room. And Jungkook, despite the turmoil churning within him, knew there was no escaping it.

The King moved closer, each step measured, his eyes never leaving Jungkook's face as he speak with his deep toned voice,

"You belong to me now, Jungkook. Tonight, I will make you fully mine. Every part of you will submit to me, and there's no room for rejection. You are my possession, and I will claim you as my own, completely and unconditionally"
It was more like a whisper, it was-
Dominant.

The room seemed to shrink around them as the King closed the distance, his fingertips brushing lightly against Jungkook's cheek. It was a soft touch, almost tender, but there was no softness in the way Seokjin looked at him. His eyes were dark with intent, full of something Jungkook could not understand, but something he couldn't look away from either.

"Do you understand?"
The Kings voice was low, but the command was clear.

Jungkook swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come.
How could he say he want it more than he does? At that moment, he doesnt knowhow to form even a single word. How could he possibly refuse? There's no way could do that. In this moment, it didn't matter what he thought or felt-what mattered was that Seokjin, the King, was the one who held the reins of this night.

"Yes, Your Majesty,"
Jungkook finally managed to whisper, though it felt strange to address him in such a formal way after the vows they had just exchanged.

Seokjin smiled, but it wasn't a gentle smile. It was a smile full of certainty, full of power. He cupped Jungkook's face with both hands now, the grip firm but not painful.

"I will teach you what it means to be mine. You will learn to obey. Completely."

Before Jungkook could respond, Seokjin captured his lips in a kiss-slow and deliberate. There was nothing soft about it. Seokjin's mouth moved against his with a force that left no room for hesitation, no room for doubt. The King's tongue dominating quickly inside his mouth, Jungkook felt his knees weaken at the intensity, and despite his mind screaming at him for gentleness, his body responded instinctively, melting into the kiss that's slowly becoming rough.

Seokjin pulled away just slightly, his breath mingling with Jungkook's.

"You don't need to fight over anything, Jungwah. Not tonight. Tonight, you will surrender to your King."

Jungkook's breath hitched, the words stirring something deep within him, something that both terrified and excites him. He had never been in this position before-never had someone take such absolute control over him. But in that moment, under King Seokjin's gaze, he realized that resistance was futile. His body and soul were already responding to the King's power, to his undeniable presence.

But something flickering in his mind -
Something like memories?..
Jungkook blinks, his eyes blank..

Jungkook! Take care son!
Kookie, let's go to the gym!
Sleep.. Bearer. I will never leave you
What's your name?-
Jin!

The King's hand covered his eyes..
You will start to remember everything after this night Jungwah.. But you are not allowed to forget this night
The King's hand brighten on his closed eyes..
Instantly those memories faded .

Jungkook came back to reality.

Seokjin's hands slid from Jungkook's face to his chest, untying the intricate knots of the ceremonial robe with practiced precision. With every movement, he stripped away Jungkook's layers-physically, yes, but also emotionally. With each brush of Seokjin's fingers, Jungkook felt himself slipping further and further into a world where he had no say, no control.

"Tonight,"
Seokjin murmured as he undid the last of the robe's ties,
"You will learn that you belong to me in every way."

Jungkook's breath caught as the robe fell to the floor, leaving him exposed. He felt bare-not just in body, but in spirit, as if Seokjin had already claimed him, body and soul. The King took a step back, appraising him like a fine work of art, his eyes lingering on every inch of Jungkook's skin.

Jungkook's heart pounded harder, the vulnerability of the moment overwhelming. He felt exposed in ways he never had before, yet there was a strange comfort in the way Seokjin's eyes softened-just for a moment-
before the commanding gaze returned.

Seokjin stepped forward again, this time guiding Jungkook back toward the bed. He held Jungkook's gaze as he gently but firmly pushed him to sit on the edge.
"You will stay here, just like this, until I say otherwise."

Jungkook nodded, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through him. He knew, without a doubt, that tonight would mark the beginning of something far deeper than he could comprehend.

Seokjin's hands returned to Jungkook's skin, but now, his touch was both sensual and commanding, every stroke and caress a silent order. There was no room for resistance-Jungkook's body betrayed him with every touch. His breath quickened, and his chest rose and fell with each pulse of desire that the King ignited within him.

You belong to me
I have waited for so long Jungwah.
Waited until this time comes. To be mine-Is Your Faith.

Seokjin repeated softly, his lips brushing the side of Jungkook's neck, his breath hot against his skin.

"And tonight, I will prove it to you."

Jungkook's hands trembled slightly, but he did not pull away. Instead, he surrendered to the sensation, to Seokjin's power. His body, mind, and soul responded to the King's dominance, accepting what could not be changed.

The night continued in a haze of sensation, a dance of dominance and surrender, of passion and control. Seokjin's every touch was a command, every kiss a mark of ownership, and Jungkook was helpless to do anything but obey. His mind raced, as the thrust above him, as the King claimed him.

Bloods stained the white cottony soft mattress, still the King pounding endless against Jungkook's naked and fragile body. Every movement of his own was completely attuned to the King's desires.

By the time the night ended, both of them were tangled in the sheets, their bodies exhausted but their bond deeper than it had ever been. Seokjin pulled Jungkook close, his arms encircled his waist, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. The air was thick with the unspoken words that lingered between them, heavy with meaning.
The King traced a finger lightly across Jungkook's chest, as if trying to memorize the warmth of his skin, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Jungkook, still breathless, his chest heaving, shifted to meet Seokjin's gaze, his eyes soft, filled with a vulnerability -

that only The King could see.