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The morning sun filtered through the room, its rays falling softly on Y/N's face. Stirring in her sleep, she slowly opened her eyes, groaning as a sharp pain throbbed through her head.

The migraine hit hard, making her wince as she sat up, pulling the white sheets tighter around her naked body. Her skin felt warm beneath the soft fabric, the aftermath of last night's intensity lingering on her muscles.

"You are up , sweetheart," Yoongi's deep voice echoed across the room. There was a certain possessiveness in the way he said it, as if even her waking up was something he owned.

Y/N pressed her fingers against her throbbing temples, still not looking at him, the pain in her head clouding her thoughts.

"What happened last night?" she muttered, her voice hoarse, the words heavy on her tongue.

Yoongi, without skipping a beat, casually responded, "Nothing much. We just had a passionate night, that's all." His tone was smooth, indifferent ever, but laced with a hint of something darker.

Y/N, too consumed by the migraine, only nodded, accepting his explanation without probing further. Her thoughts were a haze, scattered from the wine she'd consumed during their marriage party.

She didn't have the strength to piece together every fragment of the night. But she remembered flashes his hands on her, her nails sinking into his skin, the way their bodies collided like a storm. As she finally turned her head, her gaze landed on Yoongi.

He was standing by the window, bare-chested, his only clothing being a pair of black boxers that hung low on his hips. His body glistened in the morning light, every muscle defined, his skin almost glowing from the dampness of his freshly washed hair.

The sight of him was magnetic, yet it wasn't his godlike body that captured her attention-it was the raw scratch across his chest, the mark she had left there.

Y/N's eyes narrowed as a smirk curled on her lips. Her sadistic nature flared up, taking pride in the wound she had inflicted on him. She didn't regret it, not for a second.

"I must say," she began, her voice teasing yet filled with dark amusement, "my name looks damn good on your chest, Yoongi."

Yoongi stopped drying his hair, lowering the towel as his dark eyes met hers. A slow, wicked smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He didn't flinch, didn't look away. Instead, he seemed to relish in her words, in the pain she had caused him. He walked toward the bed and sat beside her , his eyes never leaving hers, the air between them thick with tension.

"And here I thought you'd leave more than just a scratch," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, filled with desire. "But I should have known better. You've always been ruthless, haven't you?"

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her smirk deepening. "Ruthless? That's putting it lightly, Yoongi. I don't just leave marks. I make sure they last. Remind you who you belong to."

Yoongi let out a dark chuckle, his eyes flashing with something primal. "Belong?" he repeated, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand grazing her exposed shoulder. "Sweetheart, I'm not just yours. I'm your prisoner and you know it."

His words were filled with devotion, laced with cruelty, but there was no mistaking the way his voice trembled with raw emotion. Yoongi may have been the dominating force, the one who controlled the world outside, but in her presence-he was helpless, completely at her mercy.

Y/N's fingers brushed along the wound on his chest, a sense of satisfaction coursing through her as he flinched slightly at her touch. " Is it paining ?" she asked mockingly, though her eyes gleamed with curiosity.

Yoongi leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Pain?" he whispered darkly. "Sweetheart, the pain you give me is nothing compared to the pleasure of being yours."

His words sent a wave of heat down her spine. Despite his cruel nature, despite the darkness that lived inside him, Yoongi was utterly whipped for her. She knew it felt it in the way he breathed her in like she was the very air he needed to survive.

Y/N's smirk faded as she pressed her hand flat against his chest, her nails digging slightly into the fresh wound. "Good," she murmured, her tone dripping with cruelty. "Because I'm not done with you yet, Yoongi. You think last night was intense? That was nothing."

Yoongi groaned softly, his hand gripping her wrist, his eyes filled with a dark, fiery passion. "I wouldn't expect anything less from my wife," he growled, his voice filled with possessive hunger.

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from hers. "You own me, Y/N. In every possible way. And I'll keep reminding you of that until my last breath. I'll give you every part of me, no matter how much it breaks me."

Y/N's heart raced, her body thrumming with the intensity of his words. This man, who was feared by many, who dominated everyone around him, was utterly powerless before her. And she reveled in that power.

"I expect nothing less," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ever so slightly. "But remember, Yoongi. I don't want your submission. I want your everything. Your love, your pain, your pleasure. You're mine, and I'll make sure the world knows it."

Yoongi's gaze darkened further as he finally closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a fierce, dominating kiss. It was a kiss filled with both passion and pain, a reflection of the twisted, unbreakable bond between them.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Yoongi looked at her, his voice low and filled with determination. "If it's madness to need you this much, then I'll gladly be mad for the rest of my life. You're worth losing my mind over."

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the room seemed to pulse with the intensity of their connection. Two ruthless souls, bound by pain, passion, and the dark love that consumed them both.

Y/N, without a second thought, pushed Yoongi aside, her hand pressing firmly against his chest. The strength in her touch was unmistakable, her boldness always shining through.

She rose from the bed, letting the white sheets fall away, revealing her naked body with no hesitation or shame. She stood tall, fierce, and unapologetic-just like she always did.

Yoongi's eyes followed her every movement, a dark smirk playing on his lips as he poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

His gaze was intense, devouring the sight of her with a possessive hunger. He didn't even attempt to hide it: he wanted her, all of her, and he would never let her forget that.

Y/N turned around, her eyes narrowing slightly as they met Yoongi's, filled with an unspoken challenge. She could feel the soreness in her legs, the lingering pain from the night before, but she wasn't going to let it show. Not in front of him.

"You're staring again," Y/N said, her voice sharp but laced with teasing. "If you're done eyeing me like I'm your prize, help me."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. "Help you?" he echoed, his voice dripping with amusement. "And here I thought you didn't need help from anyone, sweetheart. Especially me."

Y/N scoffed, her tone turning more commanding as she crossed her arms, her fierce gaze locking onto his. "Don't act coy, Yoongi. You know I can't walk properly after last night. You're the one responsible, so make yourself useful and carry me to the bathroom."

Yoongi chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He loved this side of her-bold, ruthless, never afraid to demand what she wanted. And he'd gladly give it to her, every time.

"As you wish, my queen ," he said, his tone mocking yet filled with affection. In a swift movement, Yoongi got up from the bed and wrapped his arms around her, effortlessly lifting her into his arms.

He held her close to his chest, their bare skin touching, the warmth of his body seeping into hers.

Y/N's breath hitched slightly, though she would never admit it. She felt the power in his arms, the way he held her like she was something precious. But she wasn't one to show weakness, not even in a moment like this.

Yoongi's smirk softened as he carried her toward the bathroom. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, but he knew she didn't remember the painful memories from last night.

The way she had broken down, the tears she had shed. And he had no intention of reminding her.

As they entered the bathroom, Yoongi gently placed her down on the counter, his hands lingering on her hips for a moment longer than necessary. His eyes met hers, and for a split second, something more tender flickered in his gaze-something that he rarely let anyone see.

"You should be thanking me," he murmured, his voice low and filled with playful arrogance. "I've never seen you look so vulnerable, and yet here you are, demanding my help."

Y/N rolled her eyes, though a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Vulnerable? Don't flatter yourself, Yoongi. We may have sex last night, but you'll never own me."

Yoongi chuckled, his thumb brushing over the bruise forming on her hip. "Own you?" he whispered, his voice dropping to a dangerous, seductive tone. "Sweetheart, I don't need to own you... You're already mine, whether you admit it or not."

Y/N leaned in slightly, her lips curling into a smirk as her hand cupped the side of his face, her thumb brushing over his lips. "Keep telling yourself that, Yoongi," she whispered, her voice a mix of challenge and desire "But remember... the one who controls you, is me."

Yoongi's eyes darkened, a low growl escaping his throat as he grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, his lips brushing against her skin. "Then control me all you want, Y/N. I'm more than willing to submit to you."

His words hung in the air, heavy with both passion and promise. Their relationship was a constant power struggle, but in the end, it was their need for each other that won every time

Neither could truly dominate the other, because they were two sides of the same coin-both equally ruthless, both equally consumed by the other.

Yoongi turned on the shower, the sound of water filling the space as steam began to rise around them. He scooped her up once again, stepping inside the shower with her in his arms, letting the warm water cascade over their bodies.

As the water soaked through her hair and skin, Y/N closed her eyes, leaning her head against his chest for a brief moment of surrender.

She hated showing vulnerability, but something about Yoongi's touch-something about the way he held her made her feel safe. Even if she'd never say it aloud.

Yoongi's fingers gently traced down her back, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. "You're a storm, and I want to be the calm that anchors you. I wanted to carry all your pain from now on."

His words were soft, almost pained, as if he carried a weight she didn't yet understand. But there was no denying the intensity between them the bond that tied them together, even through the pain.

Y/N's eyes flickered open, and she looked up at him, her expression unreadable. "I don't need your pity, Yoongi. I don't need you to carry my pain."

Yoongi's jaw tightened slightly as he stared down at her, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "It's not a pity, Sweetheart . It's love. Twisted, dark but real. And whether you accept it or not, I'll always carry your pain with mine"

The steam filled the room as their eyes locked, and in that moment, the tension between them was palpable-an unspoken promise of the battles they'd continue to fight, both with each other and for each other.

"Then carry it," Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the water. "But don't forget, Yoongi ,it'll break you to the extent that you can't be joined again."

Yoongi's grip tightened on her waist, pulling her closer against his body as his lips hovered near her ear. "Sweetheart," he whispered darkly, " Then let it be. I don't care. All I know is you are my soul and the pain of the soul is much more hurtful than the body ."

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In the elegantly decorated dining room, the Min family had gathered for breakfast, the air thick with anticipation.

Maria, Y/N's mother-in-law, sat at the head of the table, her regal posture radiating authority. Junghoo, Y/N's father-in-law, had a steely gaze as he surveyed the scene, while Jennie and Jungkook, the mischievous siblings, exchanged playful glances.

All eyes turned toward the staircase as the newlywed couple made their entrance.

Y/N walked confidently beside Yoongi, their presence commanding the room. As Yoongi took his seat at the head of the table, Y/N settled beside him, her demeanor unyielding and fierce.

The family greeted them with a chorus of "Good morning," the words laced with a hint of expectation for the couple's first breakfast as husband and wife.

"Good morning, Mom and Dad," Y/N greeted Maria and Junghoo, her tone respectful yet firm, setting the tone for the day.

Jennie, ever the curious sister, leaned in closer to Y/N, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "So, how was your wedding night? Did the terrifying duo live up to the reputation?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly eager for details.

Y/N smirked, a sharp glint in her eyes. "Let's just say, the night was passionate. I'd call it a 'memorable disaster' on Yoongi's part." She glanced sideways, noticing Jungkook stifling a snicker, his expression a mix of amusement and admiration.

Jungkook, unable to resist, piped up, "I see you've got a little souvenir there." His gaze flicked to the bruise on Y/N's lower lip, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Looks like someone had a wild night, huh?"

Yoongi's glare darkened instantly, his possessiveness flaring as he shot a warning look at Jungkook. "You should keep your mouth shut, Jungkook," he warned, his voice low and menacing. The air crackled with tension, making Jungkook gulp and fall silent under the weight of his brother's stare.

Y/N, unfazed by the intensity in the room, turned to Jungkook, her tone cold and biting. "Words are useless when you can't back them up, Jungkook. Next time, think before you speak." Her icy demeanor left no room for argument, and the younger brother quickly shifted his focus to his plate, suppressing a nervousness.

Junghoo cleared his throat, trying to steer the conversation away from the awkwardness. "So, Yoongi, what's on your agenda for the day?" he inquired, genuinely interested.

"I have some meetings at the office," Yoongi replied tersely, his gaze never leaving Y/N's face.

Maria chimed in, her tone dripping with pride. "And Y/N, are you going to the law firm today? I know you're not the type to abandon your work."

"Of course, Mom," Y/N answered, her voice unwavering. "I have a case that needs my attention. I won't let anything slide, not even for a second." Her determination resonated in the room, making it clear that she was just as fierce in her professional life as she was in her personal life.

As breakfast continued, the atmosphere remained charged, filled with unspoken words and powerful glances.

When the meal came to an end, Yoongi stood up, intertwining his fingers with Y/N's, a silent declaration of unity. "I'll drop Y/N at her office before heading to mine," he announced, his voice deep and commanding.

Y/N shot him a teasing look as they walked toward the door. "So, now you're my driver, Yoongi? What an upgrade." Her tone was mocking, playful, yet there was an underlying strength in her words.

"Everything for my queen," Yoongi replied, opening the door of the passenger seat for her with a playful flourish.

His eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was an undeniable seriousness beneath it.

Y/N smirked, stepping inside the car and settling into her seat. Yoongi slid into the driver's seat, the engine purring to life as he turned to her.

The two of them drove off, their presence exuding an aura of dominance and confidence. In the Min family, they were both feared and respected, a perfect match of power and passion, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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The car's interior was thick with tension as silence enveloped Yoongi and Y/N. She sat next to him, her expression blank, lost in her own thoughts while Yoongi's grip on the steering wheel was tight, his focus unwavering on the road ahead. The hum of the engine and the gentle sound of tires on pavement were the only things breaking the stillness.

Suddenly, Yoongi's phone rang, slicing through the silence. He quickly connected it to the car's speaker, his manager's voice crackling through. "Sir, I need to talk to you about something urgent," the manager said, a hint of urgency in his tone.

Yoongi glanced at Y/N, noticing her detached demeanor, and replied coldly, "I'll deal with it when I get to the office." He hung up, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.

Turning his gaze toward Y/N, he asked, "What's on your mind?"

Y/N turned to him, her eyes piercing. "Do you love me, Yoongi?" The question hung heavy between them, a challenge wrapped in vulnerability.

His demeanor shifted, the usual calmness replaced by a dark intensity. "My feelings for you can't be defined by something as simple as love. They go beyond that, deeper, darker," he confessed, his voice low and hypnotic.

Y/N leaned back in her seat, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "But our marriage is just a contract, a temporary arrangement that will end soon." Her words were blunt, a reflection of her cold, logical mindset.

Yet, Yoongi's reaction was anything but indifferent. He shrugged off her statement, the flicker of rage behind his eyes suggesting he didn't care about the contract at all. "A piece of paper doesn't define us, Y/N. What we have is far more complex than any legal agreement." The passion in his voice vibrated through the air, igniting something primal within her.

For the first time, Y/N felt a weight settle in her chest, an unfamiliar sensation. "I'm a sociopath," she admitted, her tone devoid of emotion. "I can't feel love-only raw obsession. I am obsessed with you like a moth to flame" She met his gaze, daring him to flinch, to react to her confession.

Yoongi's expression remained unreadable, but the tension between them crackled like electricity.

He suddenly slammed the brakes, the car coming to a halt in front of Y/N's sprawling law firm. The sudden movement jolted her, but she held her ground, steady and impassive.

Turning towards her, he reached out, grabbing her hair roughly, pulling her closer. "Obsession can be a beautiful thing, you know," he whispered darkly, his breath ghosting over her lips. "It means you're mine and I am yours . You can't escape it, no matter how much you try because of this obsession." His eyes were fierce, a mix of possessiveness and something dangerously tender.

Y/N met his gaze unflinchingly, an unshakeable confidence radiating from her. There was satisfaction in knowing the control she had over him. "And you think you can own me?" she challenged, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Yes," he breathed, a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "You may not feel love, but the fire we create together-it's intoxicating, isn't it? I want to consume you, body and soul."

A thrill raced through Y/N, but she masked it well. "You're insane, Yoongi," she stated, her voice steady. "But that's what makes me addicted to you"

His grip softened slightly, a flicker of madness behind his gaze as he brushed his fingers against her cheek, leaving a trail of heat. "Insanity is the price we pay for passion, sweetheart. And our passion is an obsession that only grows with every passing moment."

Y/N felt a strange sense of connection, the dark allure of his words resonating within her. She could sense the chaos simmering beneath his calm exterior, and it fascinated her.

Breaking the moment, she opened the car door and stepped out, her body still radiating the energy of their encounter.

As she walked toward the entrance of her firm, she glanced back at him, her expression impassive yet oddly satisfied. "Remember, Yoongi, obsession can be a double-edged sword."

Yoongi watched her leave, his heart pounding in his chest. "Then let's see who gets cut first," he muttered under his breath, his eyes lingering on her figure until she disappeared inside.

The thrill of the chase had only just begun, and he was determined to capture her completely, no matter the cost.

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