As I mentioned before, mature version wont be updated so enjoy this pg version instead.

“Oh, finally found you.” Seungri looked up to see Jiyong standing at the door while sighing in relieve.

He looked away to hide his disappointed face before looking back up to the older with a small smile. He then took a swift look outside the window when he saw the older stepping in the room, closing the door and walked to where he was sitting at the alcove of the mansion’s library.  Not wanting to seem suspicious, he turned his face to watch the supero taking his steps nearer and nearer to him.

He scooted forward a little to give space for the older after he nudged him to do so. He felt it when Jiyong settled himself behind him before two hands sneaked on both his side, pulling him close to lie against the older’s chest.

“What are you doing, pet?” Jiyong asked softly – almost like a whisper. Even with the soft tone, Seungri still internally cringed. Not from the voice but from the name he was called by.

“Just doing some light reading.” Seungri answered nonetheless, ignoring his uncomfortableness.

“What were you reading?” Jiyong asked next which Seungri pretty sure was just because he wanted a conversation and not that he wanted to know.

“I don’t know. I found this book randomly,” Seungri replied while flipping to the book cover to read the title.  “The Picture of Dorian Gray.”

“How sad it is!” Jiyong suddenly uttered. “I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June.”

“What?” The younger turned his head a little to look at the older in confusion.

“It’s a line in the book.” Jiyong answered.

“Oh.” Seungri wasn’t actually reading the book. Well, he was reading it but he didn’t process it. He just read it to take his boredom away. He doesn’t really know what’s happening in the book, actually. “You read it?”

“Yeah, almost all the book in here. My scholar used to make me read a couple of books every weeks and this is one of my favourite.” Jiyong answered while taking the book out of the younger’s hands. He flipped through the books and pointed to a line, “My favourite line, ‘I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them’.”

Seungri continues to stare at the line Jiyong was pointing at, not really understanding it.

“You clearly have not finish reading it, so I’ll just shut it and maybe we can discuss about it later.” Jiyong said while ruffling Seungri’s hair. “Spoiler, the story will be more beautiful on the second read.”

“Really? Okay.” Seungri replied with a smile before turning back to the front and opening the book again to a random page, where he thought he left off on.

After that, they were quiet. Seungri pretended to read while Jiyong held him close, doing nothing in particular, except from caressing him and leaving pecks on his head.

“Pet.” Jiyong called and he hummed in response without turning to acknowledge him. “I can’t help but feel like you are avoiding me.”

“What? No, I’m not.” Seungri defended himself too soon, making him sounded like he was offended. “I mean, why would you feel that way?”

“I don’t know, I just feel like you don’t want to be around me lately.”

“You are overreacting. We see each other every day – we literally slept on the same bed every night.” Seungri pointed out. He wasn’t exactly the best actor at the moment so everything he was saying make him sound guiltier and guiltier.

And that’s because he is. He is avoiding the supero.

It’s not because he no longer is attracted to the supero – he is very much still is but it just doesn’t feel like it was anymore. What Prof. Choi was telling him before was starting to become real. The bonding period is slowly disappearing.

He has been staying at the manor for a little over a month now and unlike before, he isn’t really into the physical intimacy anymore. In simpler words, he is tired of . Meanwhile, Jiyong is still as active as they first met. During the first two weeks, they used to have twice a day, once in the morning and once before bed. He like it.

But things changed. It wasn’t the that caused it. They still do it every night because it was unavoidable, Jiyong would literally wake him up when he felt asleep earlier that he did it. In the morning though, he could avoid it by waking up earlier that the older. But still, some days, Jiyong would pursuit him to do it. Unable to say no, he followed along – took his clothes off and let the older take control.

That’s why he started to avoid and hide away from Jiyong. You see, Jiyong doesn’t work. Well, not in the way normal people do. Seungri doesn’t know if him going to events and do royal stuff could be count as working but that’s what Jiyong do. It’s either he gives speeches or be present during an event or went horse riding with his friend. He isn’t particularly a busy person. When he has royalty stuff to do, Seungri doesn’t hide away. Most of the days though, when he isn’t as lucky, when Jiyong stays at the manor, he will find every excuses to avoid being in the same room as the older.

Just last week, he run and hid in the wine cellar in the basement when he heard Jiyong was coming back home early after a meeting with some minister. Jiyong was never quiet about his dislike with the country’s politics. So, inevitably, he came home in a bad mood and Seungri is already not very into anymore, let alone a rough one. So after not seeing Seungri anywhere, the supero made every servant look for the subicio.

Nobody thought about looking for the younger down under the wine cellar.

Seungri even took a nap in there. The cellar was pretty chilly by the way. Well, since there was no signal and nothing to do, he felt asleep and woke up hours later, 3 to be precise. It was close to night and he decided that it was enough, he should go back up.

However, arriving on top of the stairs that led back to the main part of the house, he wasn’t expecting the sudden attack by the servants. He was taken by the arms by two servants and was pulled to the living chamber with force – he didn’t even have time to think about fighting back. He was dragged until he was standing right in front of his supero. Even then, he was dragged again by the supero to their bedroom.

“Jiyong, calm down.” He tried to calm the older down but still he was thrown to the bed with force.

“Where were you? I was looking everywhere for you. My indigo was going insane when I can’t smell you anywhere and I was already stressed out, I-” Jiyong continued to blabbered in a mess as he pulled off the younger’s clothes off one by one with force, he even teared his pants open.

“Jiyong, please.” He tried to beg but he was powerless under Jiyong’s administration.

Or specifically his supero’s pheromone.

He is powerless under the pheromone Jiyong released whenever he goes against the supero’s wishes. Exactly like what Prof. Choi had warned him about. He never realised that he was under the influence until Jiyong stopped releasing it and his mind returned back into his head. He doesn’t like that hormone at all, not even the slightest bit.

Jiyong wasn’t as caring as he used to so it really made Seungri think twice about his decision to stay with the supero. Is this the ending of their bonding time and he is now realising that he has no feeling for the older?

But his heart still flutters – when Jiyong held him tight after their coupling or when he and Jiyong cuddle in bed at night while Jiyong told him about his days. His heart still thunders in its cage whenever the supero walks inside the room he was in.

But he can’t deny that he has been dreading moment spent with the older because this relationship doesn’t feel like one. The older wants to spend their time together with intimacy – constantly seeking physical contact with the younger. Like that one time, Seungri was on the phone with his mother when Jiyong suddenly entered. He didn’t think much about what will happen. Jiyong was just being his usually touchy self. But his hands when more and more inappropriate. He thought the older was just teasing him. Well not really because the next thing you know, his pants was off and shockingly, he was still was on the phone with his mom. The supero didn’t even have the decency to wait until Seungri finish his call. The woman was in the middle of telling him something so he didn’t want to hang up on her rudely. He still thought the older was teasing him but when the older ducked down to ‘eat’ him, he had to quickly say goodbye to his mother and rudely hung up.

It's easier to say that the phone’s ringing was mixed and muffled by his moans.

Just like now, how the older’s hand was caressing his inner thigh. It would be a lie to say he was not . His tent was as clear as the sky outside. However, he really is tired of . Every moment he had spent with the older is always filled with ual activities, Seungri swears they already tried every position there is.

“Pet.” Jiyong purred softly into his ears – leaving the younger with goosebumps as his lips touched the shell. “What are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing, Ji.” Seungri answered just as soft.

“You are lying.” Jiyong whispered and Seungri felt the arms around him tightened. He tried to pull away but to no vail, the hold tightened even more.

“Jiyong.” Seungri called in panic. “Let me go.”

“No.” Jiyong snapped. “I feel like you are slipping off my fingers and I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“Jiyong, you are hurting me.” The book had long been dropped and laid opened to the page that Jiyong showed him.

I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.

Without any choice, Seungri surrendered and let the older took control, toying with him again.

Cause that’s what he is now, isn’t it? A toy for the prince to play with when he is bored. A pet, to be precise.

Seungri opened his eyes when he felt a dip on the other side of the bed that he was back facing. He didn’t make any move, in fear that the other person knew he was faking his sleep. Still with eyes facing the black wall in front, he heard the sound of a lighter before the smell of nicotine was presence in the air.

He told the older his distaste for the smoke smell before but just like his other words, it was listened.

“Choi.” He heard next. he didn’t even notice the older dialling his phone just now.

“Trust me, I won’t be calling you for a simple chat.”

Is that Prof. Choi? Why is he calling him?

“I have things to ask.”

 What things?

“Remember when you say supero liked to be in control and overpower their subicio?” He heard the pause after the question. “Well, could that almost mean that they might hurt their subicio? I mean, want to – they want to hurt them.” Jiyong stammered through his words.

Hurt? What does that mean?

“I- uh- I-” Jiyong tried to say something by it sounded like eh was tongue tied. So, he took a deep breath before exhaling it. “I- u