Crowned in Chains

Namjoon’s suite was a cathedral of shadows — all obsidian marble and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. A kingdom built on blood and luxury. And tonight, Taehyung was the offering.

Namjoon shoved him against the door the second it closed.

“You think it’s funny?” he murmured, pressing in close. “Turning your brothers on each other like that?”

Taehyung smiled — wicked, breathless. “Maybe I like being fought over.”

Namjoon’s hand slid around his throat, not tight — yet.

“You want attention? I’ll give you all of it.”

He dragged Taehyung to the bed, tossed him onto the black silk sheets like a spoiled prince finally thrown off his pedestal. The room buzzed with control — and submission.

“Take your shirt off.”

Taehyung obeyed.

Namjoon’s voice dropped lower. “You teased them. Made them watch. Now you’re going to put on a show.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “What do you mean—”

The door opened again.

Jimin. Yoongi. Hoseok.

Each one walked in like sin incarnate. They hadn’t gone to bed. They hadn’t let it go.

Namjoon sat back in his chair. “You wanted to be the center of attention, brat? Good. Get on your knees.”

Taehyung’s lips parted in surprise, breath caught somewhere between fear and arousal. “You’re going to—”

“Punish you,” Jimin purred, already taking off his jacket. “Together.”

“Until you beg for mercy,” Yoongi added, voice low, eyes on fire.

“Until you learn what happens when you play with kings,” Hoseok finished, cracking his knuckles.

Taehyung’s heart raced.

He had always ruled their hearts — but tonight, they would break him down.

And he’d love every second of it.

Morning After the Storm

The sun was a dull orange, barely piercing through the thick curtains that shielded the room from the harsh light of day. The aftermath of last night clung to the air, thick and heavy. Taehyung lay tangled in sheets, the faint traces of bruises still visible on his skin — but the smile that played at his lips betrayed his exhaustion and satisfaction.

Namjoon was the first to stir, his arm wrapped around Taehyung’s waist, still possessive even in his sleep. His fingers brushed lightly against Taehyung’s skin, his face softened by the afterglow, though his posture was still protective.

“Did you enjoy yourself, brat?” Namjoon’s voice was deep, rough with sleep, but there was a teasing undertone to it.

Taehyung smirked but didn’t answer right away. He shifted slightly, enjoying the tension in the air.

Before he could respond, a sound broke the stillness — the door creaking open. The others were already awake, each bearing their own unreadable expression. Jimin leaned against the doorframe, his usual playful grin replaced by something darker.

"Still not done with him, huh?" Jimin’s voice was almost too calm, as if it was a game that had only just begun.

Yoongi stood just behind him, his cold eyes narrowing as he observed the two of them in the bed. “You’re playing with fire, Tae,” he murmured, his tone layered with something else — jealousy? Possessiveness? Taehyung couldn’t be sure.

Hoseok stepped forward next, his gaze sharp as he locked eyes with Namjoon. “You know he won’t stay loyal, right? You think this is over? He’s always been the center of everything.”

Jungkook, looking like he hadn’t slept, clenched his fists at his sides. His eyes flashed between Taehyung and Namjoon, before he muttered something under his breath, a promise that felt like a warning. “This isn’t done.”

Namjoon sat up slowly, pulling Taehyung closer to him as the brothers closed in. His tone, when he spoke, was steady but edged with command. “You’re all jealous, aren’t you? I won. He chose me.”

Taehyung’s heart raced at the subtle tension that bloomed in the room. Namjoon was right — it wasn’t just about control; it was about possession. The need for domination ran deep, and each of them wanted to claim what they thought belonged to them.

“Don’t be so sure,” Yoongi replied, his voice low but unwavering. “Taehyung is ours. Always has been.”

And there it was.

The unspoken truth that hung between them all — their love was a tangled, suffocating thing. Each of them owned Taehyung in their own way, and yet, he was the one holding them all together. But how long would that last?

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