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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Major_Character
      Death
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Everyone, Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin, Kim
      Taehyung_|_V/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Kim_Seokjin_|
      Jin, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap
      Monster/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Park_Jimin, Jung
      Hoseok_|_J-Hope_&_Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Jeon_Jungkook_&_Kim_Namjoon
      |_Rap_Monster
  Character:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Jung
      Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook, Park_Jimin_(BTS)
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      NC17, sexslaves, Slaves, btsfanfic, BDSM, Smut, Porn_With_Plot, Rape,
      Yoongi_being_held_against_his_will, BTS_are_sex_slaves_living_in_a
      Namjoon's_penthouse, Evil_Jin, Will_they_escape?, Kidnapping, Murder,
      Drugs, Power_hungry_Namjoon, Abuse, Torture, Bondage, small_daddy_kink,
      master_kink, Secrets, taegi_-_Freeform, jikook_-_Freeform, slight_2seok_
      (very_slight), OTP_7, everyone_with_everyone_-_Freeform, Everyone_with
      Namjoon
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-20 Completed: 2017-06-28 Chapters: 25/25 Words: 160513
****** "Please, don't..." (BTS Slaves) ******
by Jiminiebaboya
Summary
     (2ND PLACE KPOP BROMANCE AWARD WINNER!) Yoongi watched Jin's calm
     facial expressions as he spoke to him. "I'll just be direct with you;
     you were brought here by Master Namjoon to be his personal slave..."
     When Yoongi wakes up in a strange place, he finds out that he's been
     kidnapped and brought to live as a sex slave in Namjoon's penthouse
     with other boys. The only thing on mind is escape. He soon finds out
     that Namjoon is a very rich powerful man with endless amounts of
     money and a very abusive streak. Can Yoongi find a way to leave his
     prison without being killed? And what secrets will unveil themselves
     when he starts to gather information from the other slaves...
Notes
     Since I have seen others stealing my works online I must put this
     here:
     I'm the legal owner and writer of this story. I've got a legal Patton
     on the story which means legally I can sue anyone for copy writing
     it. I enjoy sharing it online so please don't steal it or i'll be
     forced to take it down indefinitely.
     You can now read it here in Spanish! Translated by @agxst-eri : http:
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     You can now read it here in Tagalog! Translated by @jiya_ninya :
     http://my.w.tt/UiNb/OOO3YUydnG
     Thank you Mochimin (@Agxst-eri) for making the cover photo! http://
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***** Where am I? *****
Chapter 1: Where am I?

            Yoongi lied still on the hard surface of what felt like a concrete
floor. He grazed his fingertips across the smooth ground and felt the exterior
cool and a bit damp. He opened his eyes one at time; letting them adjust to the
dim lighting around him. He sat up carefully, cringing as a sharp pain shot
through his torso, the throbbing becoming so unbearable that his body began to
quiver. He couldn't recall where he was or how he got there.
            Where am I? He thought to himself. How did I get here?
The last thing Yoongi could remember was walking home from his new job at the
noodle house in downtown Seoul. Yoongi started to work there last week and was
working to save for an apartment of his own. It was around midnight when he
closed the restaurant and started the journey back to a nearby hostel he
currently calls home. It was only two weeks ago when he arrived in Seoul after
travelling all the way from his hometown in Daegu. It took Yoongi over a month
to beg for enough money to catch a bus to a nearby city. Once he was in the
neighboring town he crashed on some of his friends’ couches, even spending a
few nights on the streets several times. After a few months by the coast he
decided he wanted to travel to the big city to start a new life.

            Yoongi looked around the small musty room through squinted swollen
eyes. The dim lightning made the walls a brownish green color which creeped him
out. There was also chair in the middle of the room that had shackles attached
to the feet and arm rests. Yoongi knew this was a chair meant to torture
people. It was covered in dried specks of blood and looked as if it had been
used recently.
            Was I tortured here? Yoongi thought to himself.
Panic set in and he checked himself for injuries. He saw that his white T-shirt
and black jeans were sticky with fresh blood but he couldn't see where exactly
the substance was coming from. Just as he started to touch his swollen face he
heard voices wandering closer to his location. Yoongi's heart started to beat
out of his chest. Panic started to set in as he knew his attackers were coming
closer. He frantically looked around the room for another exit but his heart
dropped when he realized there was only one hallway. He listened to the voices
as they approached faster.

            "Jin Hyung, what kind of boy do you think he brought?" A young
curious voice asked. He was met with a reply from an older voice, but still as
sweet sounding.

            "I don't know Kookie, but hopefully he isn't as difficult as the
last one Master Namjoon brought home".

            "Yeah, I hope so too...oh look Hyung, he's awake," the smaller of
the two stated. Two men stood before Yoongi at the opening of the hallway
entrance. For a moment they all stared at each other not speaking a word.
Yoongi was trying to take a mental picture of the two just in case he ever
escaped and needed to relay their description to the police.

            The older boy was tall with broad shoulders and he had reddish tint
to his brown moppy hair. He had a very pretty face with striking eyes and with
a full set of lips to go with it. The younger had a more dark chestnut brown
hair color that laid much flatter on his head than the older. Yoongi noticed
the smaller boy’s smile had two very cute rabbit like front teeth which made
his face look even more innocent and angelic than his voice did. What shocked
Yoongi the most was that they were both wearing matching outfits. Both had on
small white shorts with a plain white fitted T- shirt. The oddest item was a
frilly pink waist apron tied on the back. The white outfit wasn't so bad but
paired with the pink apron around both their waists made it look like something
his sister would wear if she was cleaning at a coffee shop. The boy with broad
shoulders began to speak and Yoongi had to refocus his attention.

            "Hi, I'm Jin. Sorry that you had to wake up in this
predicament...we thought you'd still be passed out. Welcome to your new home,"
He gleamed down at Yoongi with a sweet smile. Yoongi's head was spinning. He
couldn't tell if it was from blood loss or the shock of someone stating
‘Welcome to your new home’. Yoongi's fear started to swell inside him, started
to double at an alarming rate.

            "Why am I here? Why did you kidnap me?" He belted out. The younger,
which Yoongi now assumed was ‘Kookie’ started to cower behind the older boy
after Yoongi had spoken.

            "I'll explain everything once you’re all cleaned up. Come on
Kookie, help me get him off the floor," Jin spoke as he started to walk closer
to Yoongi.

            "No! Stay where you are!" Yoongi screamed as he winced in pain
trying to crawl backwards. The two boys in front of him exchanged concerned
looks before turning their attention back to him. Yoongi crawled backwards on
the floor until his back hit the torture chair and he was too weak to move any
further.

            "Look we aren't here to hurt you, just let us help you up," Jin
stated as he closed the gap between him and Yoongi. "Kookie help me,” Jin said
to the younger boy who was still standing in the doorway they emerged from. He
made his way over to the middle of the room and they each grabbed one of
Yoongi’s arms to pull him up from the floor.

            "Don't touch me!" Yoongi screamed through his sore throat but it
was useless. The boys already started to lift Yoongi up from the floor and in
doing so unbearable sharp pains shot through his entire body and made him go
limp. The last thing Yoongi heard before he completely blacked out was Jin's
voice speaking to Kookie in an annoyed tone.

            "Aigoo...this one won't last any longer than a week..."
_____________________________________________________
            Yoongi woke up in a brightly lit room. He could still feel the
stiffness and pain in his body as he tried to move his head to the side. From
what he could see he was in a narrow room lined with about 9-10 beds and he was
on the sixth one. To Yoongi's left, on the opposite wall from the beds was the
only door in the room. The beds were all about the size of a twin bed and every
bed had an identical small nightstand sitting in between each one. Yoongi did
his best to try and sit up but he ended up coughing hard in the process. He
noticed all the beds had identical bed sheets and pillowcases. All the sheets
were a shade of pink, similar to the color of the apron Jin and Kookie were
wearing the last time he saw them. He seemed to be the only person in the room
at the moment and he wondered when either of the two boys would check on him. 
            I've got to escape, Yoongi thought to himself.
He started to get up and walked towards the door, passing every identical
window, which lay right above every bed in the room. As soon as he was able to
reach for the doorknob the door suddenly swung open and a boy with pitch black
hair stood staring back at him.
            "Oh, you're awake now! Hi, my name is Jimin. Welcome to our home. I
hope I can help make your transition here more comfortable," said the black
haired boy in the doorway. His smile reached all the way up to his eyes making
them look like half-moons paired with his wide grin.
 "Umm...hi," Yoongi replied to the boy who was a bit shorter than him but from
what he could see his body was well-built. Strong legs poked out from
underneath his shorts and muscular arms bared at his sides.
            "Oh no, you don't want to walk out of the bedroom in those clothes.
Here, let me get your uniform," Jimin said while walking passed Yoongi. He
walked straight over to a dresser that sat at the foot of Yoongi's bed. Yoongi
cautiously watched Jimin pull out a set of black clothes much like his own. He
looked down to realize he was only wearing a pink set of silk pajamas.
             "I'm not staying here. By the way why am I here?" Yoongi
questioned Jimin in an abrasive tone. He was confused, angry, in pain, and just
about ready to fight anyone who will stood in the way of him getting the
answers he wanted. Jimin continued to smile and handed the clothes to Yoongi
before he replied.
            "Don't worry, Jin Hyung is waiting to give you all the information
and answers you need. I'll leave you to get changed and Jin will be in
shortly."
            With that, Jimin left the room closing the door behind him, leaving
Yoongi's head spinning again. Yoongi had just finished buttoning his black
shorts that perfectly matched the black shirt when a knock on the door startled
him.
            "Good morning!" Jin peeked in before he was all the way through the
door. Jin made his way across the room and sat on the bed directly in front of
Yoongi.
            "So, first things first," Jin started, "I know this can all be very
confusing for you but just so you know, you are not the only person who has
come to this house under similar circumstances." Yoongi watched Jin's calm
facial expressions as he spoke to him.
            "I'll be direct with you; you were brought here by Master Namjoon
to be his personal slave."
            Yoongi couldn't speak. His throat had gone dry along with his lips
and he could feel the heat starting to rise in his face. Jin started to talk
again but he abruptly cut him off.
             "No! I'm not going to be a slave! I refuse to let anyone touch
me!" Jin held his palms out to Yoongi trying to calm him down but Yoongi
wouldn’t calm down. He was frightened, angry and didn’t want to be there any
longer.
             "I know, I know. This can be a shocking news to wake up to. The
fact of the matter is you have no choice. Master Namjoon is a very powerful man
and he wanted you to be brought here so he had his men go and find you. I'm
sorry, it can get a little rough when Namjoon’s workers carry out a job," Jin
stated as he held out a hand to check on Yoongi's swollen eye. Yoongi flinched
away from his touch while scowling at him. He didn’t trust Jin or any of the
boys he’d seen so far. They were all acting as if it was normal to imprison
someone against their will.
             "I know the first thing you may be thinking of is escaping but let
me assure you, there is no escaping this place. Master Namjoon has many people
working for him and he will eventually find you. Death is the penalty for
leaving. The best thing to do is just accept..."
            "Shut the fuck up, I'll murder him before I ever stay here,” Yoongi
screamed, cutting Jin off mid-sentence.
            "That's enough," Jin replied before Yoongi could carry on. Yoongi
observed Jin’s cold face now. He looked directly into Yoongi's eyes and for a
second Yoongi felt threatened by Jin’s demeanor. Jin's glare promised that if
Yoongi were to continue to speak about Namjoon in a disrespectful tone, he
would eventually regret it. A shudder ran down Yoongi's body and he decided it
was best to keep quiet for now. Jin continued his explanation of how things
worked in Yoongi's new home.
            "Every day we all get up and clean the house. We currently live in
Master Namjoon's penthouse suite and it has 7 floors that we are allowed to
access. Every morning I will assign the cleaning duties by floors to each of
you boys and you must be finished by dinner." 
            You boys? Yoongi thought. How many slaves does this revolting guy
have? 
There was Jin, Kookie, and Jimin that Yoongi now knew of and including him that
already made four. He glanced down the rows of beds behind Jin and decided he
didn't want to know at that point. Jin continued to explain all the information
as Yoongi sat across the way, trying to un-tense his muscles.
            "You are not allowed to leave the penthouse ever under any
circumstances or else you will be killed. You will obey my orders and you must
ALWAYS listen to Master Namjoon including complying with whatever he wishes of
you."
            Yoongi felt like he was going to be sick. He wanted nothing more
than to punch Jin in the face or knock him unconscious allowing him to break
free. Yet something deep down inside him knew that Jin was telling the truth.
Namjoon did have the power to kidnap him in the middle of the night without
Yoongi knowing a thing. This sent a new shiver of fear radiating down his body.
The fear that he was now stuck in this powerful man’s sick world and there was
nothing he could do about it.
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            Yoongi stepped out of the room an hour or so after Jin had left.
Jin told Yoongi he could take some time to let it all sink it but he was to
report to the 5th floor to start his duties. Yoongi exited the door on the left
side of the dorm room only to find himself in a big common space. Out in the
living area he was met with various couches and at the right side was the
biggest flat screen TV Yoongi has ever seen. There was a narrow hallway leading
away from the living room area to which Yoongi could only assume was where the
bathrooms and showers would be. On the left side of the common room was a pool
table and dining bench that could fit up to 12 people. All the furniture and
marble was pure silky white color. Yoongi could see ceiling high windows 360
degrees around the room except where the dorms and the bathroom hallway were.
So much light poured into the room from all sides. He now could start to get a
taste of how much money this so called 'Namjoon' was worth.
            He must have been filthy rich, which makes him even more dangerous,
Yoongi thought.
            There were about three steps down from the dorm room door to get to
the next platform in the living space. It wasn't actually a staircase, but the
stairs ran the length of the entire room making it a sunken living room. Yoongi
made his way down the three steps, taking in all the skyscrapers that glistened
through the windows from outside. He wondered if he was in downtown Seoul
still. In the very center of the living room was a big pillar, which Yoongi
took the liberty of walking around in a 360-degree circle. When he reached the
other side of the pillar he realized it was actually an elevator door which was
facing away from the common space.
            This must be how they travel between floors.
            Yoongi saw the number ‘6’ next to the elevator doors and then
decided that he must press the down arrow to go down to the 5th floor. He
pressed the button with his right thumb and tried to suppress the butterflies
rising in his stomach. Once the elevator arrived a very sensual woman's voice
could be heard as the elevator doors opened.
            "6th floor, going down," the flirty girl practically sounded like
she would giggle at the end of her sentence. Yoongi thought it was really odd
to have such seductive sounding elevator.
            The ride down the elevator was so smooth, you wouldn't even know
the ground was moving. This really was the best that money could buy. As he
stood in the silent elevator he noticed that he could see his reflection on the
walls. Yoongi moved closer to observe his image in the full-length mirror that
covered the elevator from floor to ceiling. He could see his plump black eye
and his bruised cut lip staring back at him. Yoongi thought he looked like shit
and felt like shit too as he resisted the urge to irritate the wounds. Suddenly
he could feel the pain all over again. He grimaced at the broken boy staring
back at him in the glass and fought the angry tears that pricked his eyes. 
            Don't let them see your weakness, be strong, survive. You will get
out of this, he thought to himself.
He threw back his shoulders just as the doors swung open and the flirty girl's
voice came back to let him know he had arrived.
            "5th floor."
            Yoongi peaked his head out of the elevator before realizing that
the setup of the floor was similar to the dorm floor. It had the same 360
windows all the way around the entire platform. On one side of the floor there
was a big walk in kitchen with dark black cabinets to contrast all the white
everywhere. The black counter tops seemed to sparkle as sunlight beamed off of
it. On the opposite side of the kitchen was a longer table than upstairs that
could fit up to 20 people. There was an elegant fireplace that was built into
the backside of the elevator, which was surrounded by fancy high-end black
leather furniture. It also had a nice white fur rug to match the décor. This
definitely was the floor to have fancy dinner parties on and entertain high-end
guest. The same location where the dorm rooms would be on the 6th floor, down
on the 5th floor was just replaced by brightly lit windows.
            Yoongi was so taken back by the glamorous room he didn't even
realize that there were people in the kitchen. All of them were wearing the
same clothes he had on. Black fitted top paired with short black shorts and
black shoes. Everyone except him was wearing a frilly gold apron today instead
of pink. Jin motioned him to come over to the kitchen to join the others.
Yoongi strolled over cautiously to where the other boys were laughing and
eating food at the breakfast bar. He could recognize Jimin and Kookie sitting
next to each other, Jin was standing in the kitchen chopping some fruit, and
there were two more boys that Yoongi had not seen before. One boy had very dark
black hair that was slightly parted down the middle. He had the same energy as
Jimin, if not more when he introduced himself. 
            "Hello, I'm Hoseok, you can call me Hopie or Hope if you want."
            Hoseok was very slender and taller than Yoongi. He had a great big
smile that could light up a room. Yoongi gave a halfhearted nod to him in
return. He was quite confused as to how all these boys were so happy being
slaves. Then a thought crossed his mind; maybe they weren't slaves. Maybe I’m
the only one? His thought was cut short by Jin introducing the other boy who
was slouching against the counter sink with his arms and legs crossed. He
looked less than friendly and had a dark demeanor about him. He didn't make eye
contact with Yoongi for long, just enough to acknowledge his presence.
            "That over there is Taehyung, Tae for short. He's our newest boy
before you, he's only been here 6 months," Jin chimed. "If you have any
questions feel free to ask me or anyone of the boys. Please, come sit and eat
some breakfast."
            Yoongi scoffed at Jin.
             "I'm ok," Yoongi replied and he suddenly felt the room shift.
There was a cold chill that ran throughout the group and Yoongi noticed that
most of the boys were staring at him with concerned eyes. Jin's smile instantly
vanished and his lips pressed into a straight line.
            “That wasn't an offer." Jin stated in a very dry tone. He placed
the plate in front of Yoongi and quietly but firmly stated, ‘Eat’.
            Yoongi could cut the air with a knife as he sat and ate his food.
All the other boys had their head down at the table while finishing up their
plates. It was then that Yoongi knew, Jin was not someone to be messed with. He
clearly had a strong power over the household and Yoongi made a mental note to
be more careful with his words. Jin placed a frilly golden waist apron in front
of Yoongi's plate while he was finishing his last few bites.
            "You will wear this while you are doing your cleaning duties, I
won't have any stains on your clothes do you understand?" Jin asked firmly.
Yoongi nodded in response, afraid to say anything else to upset Jin. The older
boy cleared his throat before speaking again.
            "Jimin take the 3rd floor, Kookie 4th, Hoseok 5th, and Tae please
take Yoongi back to the dorms and show him how to clean the entire floor. I
will be back later to check on everyone's progress."
            With that last statement all the boys rose from their seats and
started to walk towards the center of the room to take the elevators to their
assigned floors. As they piled in, Jimin, Kookie, Tae, and Yoongi all rode the
elevator down to the 3rd floor in silence.
            "3rd floor," stated the flirty voice from the elevator.
             "I'll come up and help you with the 4th floor when I'm done
Jungkookah," Jimin stated before exiting the elevator. Yoongi noticed that
Jimin stared at him just a moment too long before the doors closed on him.
             "Jungkook?" Yoongi asked surprised when the doors had shut once
more.
            "Yeah, that is my real name. Kookie is just my nickname," Jungkook
said, a light blush skimping across his cheeks. Yoongi couldn’t help but notice
how innocent he seemed.
            "Why Kookie?" Yoongi asked curiously and Jungkook bit his lip
before he spoke.
            "I was caught stealing a package of cookies from my old owners.
Namjoon somehow found out about that old story and gave me that nickname,"
Jungkook stated, still keeping his eyes down as the seductive girl called out
his floor number.
            "4th floor."
            Yoongi imagined the elevator voice as a real woman. She would be
tall with great long legs and straight black hair. He could practically see her
blowing a kiss to Jungkook as he stepped out of the elevator.
            As Jungkook exited, Yoongi couldn't help but realize how young
Kookie looked. He couldn't have been a day over 18. When the doors shut on
Kookie, only Taehyung and Yoongi remained and the space was quiet as they
headed up to the 6th floor. Yoongi studied Taehyung through his reflection in
the mirror. He had light brown hair with perfectly cut bangs hanging down close
to his eyes. His face was hard to read but it was one that looked like he was
made of stone and his physical stance was stating ‘don't ask too many
questions’. His thin lips were pursed and his arms were still folded in front
of his chest just like earlier in the kitchen. The sexy girl's voice rang out
as they stepped out to the brightly lit room of the dorm. Yoongi knew Tae
didn't want to talk to him but he had no other choice than to start asking
these boys some questions if he was ever going to figure out how to get out.
            "So...Is there anything you can tell me about this Master Namjoon
person?" Yoongi asked vigilantly. Tae stopped walking and turned around to face
Yoongi. His eyes were as icy as his tone when he answered the question.
            "Namjoon?...He's a monster..."
 
 
 
***Sorry I just finished this part tonight, I didn't proof read so i apologize
for the typos (there were so many omg!) Will update next chapter.****
***11/02/16 I’ve updated the chapter a bit. This was my first attempt at
writing and the flow was really awful. Still the same story though! Just much
cleaner, sorry to those who read it beforehand. I think I’ll continue to go
though and just clean up the grammar on the earlier chapters. ☺ Comments
appreciated***
 
04/12/16 updated from awesome beta Nochu Min :)
 
 
***** “Namjoon…he’s a monster…” *****
Chapter 2: “Namjoon…he’s a monster…”
 
 
             When Tae had spoken those last words it was nothing but a loud
whisper. Yoongi stared back at Taehyung, confusion evident on his face. He
didn’t quite understand what kind of a monster he meant but he could hear the
hate in Tae’s voice instantly. Before he could ask Taehyung any further
questions about Namjoon, the other one was already turning on his heel and
started marching through the common space. They walked in silence while heading
towards the dorm room door. Yoongi broke the silence when Tae’s hand reached
for the doorknob.
“Why is he a monster?” Yoongi asked while trailing behind Tae. Tae didn’t
answer him as he swung the door open and disappeared inside. Yoongi quickly
followed suit and closed the door behind him, trapping both of them in the room
alone. 
 
            “Answer me,” Yoongi demanded not letting the question go. They were
standing face to face in the empty dorm hall, a heavy awkward air between them.
Tae looked towards the door, as if he expected someone to come in but no one
did. Once he made sure no one would follow, Tae’s eyes flashed back to Yoongi’s
before he finally spoke again.
             “Look, I know you want to know all the answers right now but,” Tae
said taking one more glance at the door before continuing. He barely mouthed
the next words under his breath and Yoongi had to strain to hear him.
 
“It’s not safe.”
 
 Yoongi couldn’t help but stare at Taehyung’s face. He studied Tae’s concerned
features, trying to figure out if they were genuine or not. Tae moved closer,
closing the gap and pretending to fix something on Yoongi’s shirt. 
“Beware of Jin, he is always watching…” Tae whispered. It suddenly hit him;
Yoongi realized there must be cameras everywhere. That’s the only explanation
why Tae was whispering to him in such an odd manner. Yoongi couldn’t think of
what to say. His mind was racing with all the things he had said to Jin since
he’s gotten there.
            Did he say anything offensive to him? Did he do anything bad? Now
Yoongi wished he had been more quiet and more observant instead. Tae started to
motion for Yoongi to follow him farther into the room. Yoongi followed him not
without hesitation.
 
 “As Jin said, every day he assigns us an entire floor to clean by ourselves.
This includes, sweeping, taking out trash, dusting, mopping, cleaning out
bathrooms and putting away items. If you get the dorms you must make sure
everyone’s bed is properly made, although most of us will make our own bed in
the morning out of habit,” Tae said as he started to collect all the mini trash
bins next to everyone’s nightstand. 
“You will sweep the entire floor, making sure it’s spotless.  Jin is very
strict; he will make you redo everything if he finds anything he doesn’t like.
He once made me mop the entire floor all over again because I missed one spot
in the corner.
Yoongi was starting to get a clear picture of Jin. He started to make detailed
mental notes of all the tasks Tae was showing him and tried his best to help
Taehyung clean. Yoongi took a deep breath before prodding Tae further. If he
couldn’t talk about Namjoon then he at least wanted to know about Tae.
“Tae, if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” Yoongi asked, curiosity
getting the better of him. Tae stopped walking around the room and looked as if
he was considering if he should answer Yoongi’s question or not. After a moment
he replied.
            “I’m 23 years old,” Tae responded while he continued to clean up
the room. Yoongi already had his next question prepared.
 “How did you get here?” Yoongi asked, hoping not to hit any nerves. Tae looked
down at the floor before sighing.
“Look, I’ll tell you but you have to keep moving around the room ok?” Tae said
clearly getting frustrated. Yoongi nodded in agreement as he started to sweep
the floors next to Tae.
 
            “As Jin mentioned, I arrived here about 6 months ago. I was born in
North Korea just north of the border. When I was young, my mother, sister and I
fled to South Korea with a big group of people in the middle of winter. My
mother didn’t make the journey and I eventually got separated from my older
sister during the run. I grew up on the streets at a young age and learned how
to survive.”
 
As Tae spoke he continued to tidy up the room, making sure all the bed sheets
were perfectly pulled tight and no dust was on the windowsills.  Yoongi watched
his dark demeanor as he worked meticulously. Yoongi thought it was such an odd
concept to see such a jaded person dusting and cleaning in such a cute maid’s
outfit.
 
             Tae finally inspected the room and saw that it was to his liking
before he told Yoongi to follow him out into the brightly lit common space once
more.
“Here in the living area we make sure there is no trash or clutter and we make
sure all the furniture is arranged properly. After that we will clean the
bathrooms,” Taehyung stated as he walked around and started to push in chairs
and fix rugs. When Yoongi realized Tae wouldn’t continue his story on his own,
he worked up the courage to ask more questions.
           
“Why do you think Namjoon brought you here?” Yoongi asked as low as possible.
Tae glared at Yoongi as if he had screamed the question out loud. The brown
haired boy answered the question in a cold and direct tone.
 “Growing up on the streets has many disadvantages,” he said. “I had to learn
how to make money and take care of myself. With that being said I ended up
working for people who aren’t the best characters to come across.”
 
Yoongi was puzzled. He pondered on Tae’s last sentence as the other boy handed
him a mop and pointed at him as an order to start mopping the floors.
            “My old boss was a mobster. He had a very big company much like
Namjoon’s but differs in a lot of ways. His name was Kwon Jiyong and he was one
of the most feared men in all of Seoul,” Tae said. Yoongi was shocked. He never
realized how big mobs were in Korea until this point and he secretly was
thankful to never come across anyone in a mob, well until now. Tae’s growing
annoyance was apparent in his attitude and he seemed eager to finish telling
his story as quick as possible.
 “Look, long story short; I was ordered by Jiyong to kill a man. That man ended
up being someone that worked for Namjoon and Namjoon wasn’t happy when he found
out. He was livid and came to our hideout killing everyone in the company and
their family. Everyone except me and my partner…Choi Seung Hyun.”
 
               Tae stopped moving now as he looked down at the floor, for a
moment, lost in his memories. Yoongi could see the tears that wouldn’t fall
from his hollow eyes. Whoever this guy was, he was important to Tae.  He
continued his story so that Yoongi wouldn’t be curious.
“Namjoon made us an offer we couldn’t refuse. He told us we could either die
right then and there, or we could finish one last job for him and come live
here,” Tae said, keeping his eyes to the ground. Yoongi had stopped mopping now
and was intensely listening to Tae’s words. Tae took in a deep breath before he
finished his story.
“Needless to say we took his offer…we killed the man he had marked and we were
summoned here,” Tae finished, still not meeting Yoongi’s gaze. “An eye for an
eye will make the whole world blind,” Tae whispered. Yoongi started to ask
where Tae’s partner was but Tae’s hand shot out before he could even get a
syllable out of his mouth.
             “I know what you are going to ask, and no, he is no longer here,”
Tae stated. “He made some…bad choices,” Tae responded, disappointment and
sadness laced his speech. Yoongi didn’t know the details of what had happened
to Taehyung’s partner but he knew he couldn’t press him any further. He tried
to wrap his brain around the complexity of what Tae had told him but he knew
the story ran deeper than what Tae was letting off.
“I’m sorry,” Yoongi said out loud but Tae didn’t respond. He just motioned for
Yoongi to follow him down the hallway to where the bathrooms would be. When
Yoongi stepped into the grand restrooms he was in awe of the sight. Everything
was either white or gold and seemed to again cost a fortune. He was standing in
a huge room with lots of open windows. To his left was an entire wall for just
showers. He could see Namjoon’s perversion gleaming as he realized there were
no shower doors or curtains, just a long row of multiple showerheads and tiles.
In front of him next to a large window was a Jacuzzi tub large enough to fit 10
people at one time. Off to the right was a sauna room and bathroom stalls. The
stalls were very high end and glamorous. They were the type you would see in a
fancy hotel where the door reached all the way from the floor to the ceiling.
Namjoon may have been a terrible person, Yoongi thought, but he did spoil these
boys in luxury.
 
               After Taehyung showed Yoongi how to clean up the restrooms and
showers it was almost 4:00pm and Yoongi’s body was sore and was starting to
hurt. He was tying up the last bag of trash when Jin appeared in the doorway of
the bathroom.
“Looks like you're all done up here, great job on your first day Yoongi. I look
forward to you helping us out around here,” Jin said as he smiled down at
Yoongi with his arms clasped behind his back.
“Master Namjoon would like to meet you tonight. When you're finished training
please take a shower and clean yourself up and I will fetch you after dinner,”
Jin said while observing Yoongi’s reaction. Yoongi nodded in response and
watched as Jin left the restroom. His anxiety started to climb as he tried to
imagine what type of person Namjoon would be like when he met him later that
night.
 
              After tying the last trash bag. Tae and Yoongi headed down to the
5th floor again to join the rest of the boys in the kitchen. As they stepped
out of the elevator, Yoongi’s nose was hit with an amazing smell from the
prepared food.
 
            “Welcome you two, come eat,” Jin said to them as they walked closer
to the main dining table. “We don’t always eat at the fancy dinner table
Yoongi, but today is a special occasion since it’s your first day here.”
            Yoongi looked around at all the boy’s faces before he sat down at
the end chair next to Tae. The table for 20 was way too big for their small
group of 6. They only filled up half of the chairs leaving the other side empty
and abandoned. Jin of course sat at the head of the table, overlooking all the
slaves from his seat.
              “How was your first day?” Hoseok asked with a wide grin. “I’m
sure Tae worked you to the bone!”
            His face could really light up a room covered in complete darkness.
Yoongi wondered how he still has so much energy after a day of cleaning.
            “It was good, Tae helped me a lot,” Yoongi replied, not really sure
how to react to the new people he’d met.  Jimin was the next one to speak.
            “Well, welcome again! We enjoy new company.”
            Yoongi tried his best to give him a small smile. He really wasn’t
in the mood to have a small talk. Too much happened to him in the last twenty-
four hours and all he wanted to do was shower and sleep.
              “Jin Hyung is the best cook! He made a special dish just for you
tonight. Kimchi stew!” Kookie belted out from his seat next to Jimin. All three
of them looked so innocent and happy from across the table. It’s as if they
were one big happy family and Jin was the mother hen getting ready to feed his
chicks.
            “Aw, thank you Jungkookah,” Jin replied as he set the Kimchi stew
next to the rice. The table was also filled with plenty of side dishes for
everyone to share and Yoongi couldn’t help but think that the food looked
delicious. Jin pulled out his chair and started to serve everyone food. When he
finally sat down, all the boys waited patiently for him to take the first bite
before diving into their meal.
            “Daebak Hyung! This is so delicious!” Hoseok sang from his seat.
Yoongi went to take a bite and was delighted when he realized that the food was
exceptional. He would say it was almost as good as his mother’s cooking but
Yoongi would still favor a nice meal from her than to be here. A thought
crossed his mind. If his days spent here would only consist of working and
eating great food, it might not be so bad. His positive thought was cut short
by the sound of the elevator door. 
 
            “5thfloor,” stated the sexy girl from the elevator. A shadow
creeped against the wall and before Yoongi could register who it was he
realized everyone except him were standing up. He stood up, imitating the
others just to be late once more when everyone bowed to greet except for him.
            “Annyeonghaseyo Master,” Everyone greeted in unison as if it had
been rehearsed several times. Yoongi quickly did a short bow but didn’t say
anything. He knew instantly that this tall figure before them was the infamous
Namjoon.
              “Jagiya, welcome home! We didn’t expect you for dinner,” Jin
beamed at Namjoon with his hands folded together in front of his body. 
            Jagiya? Yoongi thought.
They must have been closer than he assumed them to be. 
            “I wanted to come and introduce myself properly to our newest house
member,” Namjoon replied. Yoongi observed Namjoon from head to foot. He had
brightly dyed blond hair and a lengthy body. He has sunglasses on and was
wearing a sleek black blazer over a plain white T-shirt. His pants looked to be
an expensive designer jean that he paired with some casual but high-end dress
shoes. Yoongi could see his gold diamond watch sparkling all the way from where
he was and under his white shirt was a gold chain outline.
             “Well say hello Yoongi,” Namjoon said while giving a sly smirk.
Yoongi wanted to throw up right then and there but he held it in and gave a
quick bow instead.
             “Annyeong Hasseyo,” he replied through pursed lips. He didn’t want
to get anywhere near this vile man but he remembered Jin’s order that he was to
meet him later that evening.
            “Annyeong,” Namjoon replied. “You have a very sweet face Yoongi,
almost like sugar,” Namjoon cooed, playing with him. Yoongi could feel
everyone’s eyes watching for his reaction to Namjoon’s antics.
             “I look forward to speaking with you later tonight,” Namjoon
stated. “Everyone have a good meal.”
            They all again bowed in unison, bidding their farewells before
Namjoon headed back to the elevator and proceeded to leave the floor.
 
             During the rest of dinner while all the other boys laughed and
talked amongst themselves, Yoongi was pushing food around his plate trying to
work up the appetite to eat. Tae must have seen him and gave him a slight nudge
under the table. Yoongi glanced up at him and saw the look Tae gave him, it
said, Stop it, Jin is watching. Yoongi couldn’t help himself, he glanced
towards Jin and his heart stopped when Jin was indeed staring at him.
             “Sorry,” Yoongi mumbled before shoveling food into his mouth. Jin
just pursed his lips and continued to eat.
 
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            After dinner the group headed back up to the 6th floor to relax.
Hoseok, Jimin, and Kookie all played in the living room to the left of the dorm
floor.
             “Hopie Hyung I want to watch dramas!” Jimin exclaimed as he tried
to reach for the remote against Hoseok’s long arms.
            “Aniyo! We watched dramas yesterday and you cried the whole time! I
want to watch a scary movie,” Hoseok exclaimed.
            “Ugh, Hyung!” Jimin replied exhausted.  Kookie laughed at both the
boys wrestling for the remote.
            “Don’t worry Jimin, you can sit next to me,” Kookie said while
smiling.
            “Araso,” Jimin sighed defeated. He went to find a spot on the couch
next to Jungkook and the two snuggled under a blanket with Hoseok.
 
            Yoongi went to the bedroom to find Tae. When he walked in, Tae was
sitting on his bed reading a book. Yoongi didn’t know where anything in the
room was. He needed to shower before Jin come for him but something inside him
was sour and he didn’t want to go to any strange man’s room to do God knows
what. He weighed out his options and decided that he wasn’t sure what Namjoon
was capable of yet and his sore body told him the best decision was to just do
as he was told for now. He wandered over to Tae, needing to ask for some items.
            “Um sorry…, could you tell me where I can find a towel and my
pajamas?” Yoongi asked in a hushed tone. Tae glanced up at him before pointing
to his dresser.
            “All your belongings will always be in your drawers. Jin Hyung
picks out all of our outfits and bed sheets. As you will notice his favorite
color is pink.” Yoongi thought it odd that Jin was not up on the 6th floor with
the rest of them but he nodded at the information he received.
            “Where is Jin?” Yoongi asked the stern looking boy. Tae responded
while still looking at the pages of his book.
            “His bed is the first one from the door, but Namjoon gave him his
own room next to his master suite so he only stays here on nights when Namjoon
is upset with him.”
            Yoongi nodded in response. This place never ceased to surprise him.
He headed to his dresser, grabbed a towel and his clothes and made his way back
out to the common space.
            Crossing over the living room, Yoongi passed the three boys on the
couch all cuddled up together. He quickly went to the bathrooms where he turned
on the hot water of one of the spouts and let the soothing heat burn his body.
For a moment, he was in heaven. No one around, just him and the hot steam
pouring off his skin.
             How did this happen? Yoongi thought. This was not what he expected
when he moved to Seoul. I should have stayed in Daegu. None of this would have
happened. A thought crossed his mind. I need to check on them. Make sure my
Mother and sister are okay.
            Yoongi was banished from his home in Daegu by his abusive father.
Though Yoongi was already an adult, he stayed living at his parent’s house to
protect his mother and sister from his father. One night, Yoongi’s father was
drunk and came home ranting and spewing insults at them. Yoongi stood in
between his father and mother as they continued to fight. His father, in his
drunken state had had enough and snapped. He pointed a gun at Yoongi and
ordered him to leave. He promised that if he would ever return he would shoot
him. Yoongi refused to leave his mother and sister, yelling at his father to
kill him instead. He could still hear his mother’s voice from that frightful
day.  
 
            "…Please... don’t!   Don’t do this! He’s your son…" 
 
            His mother’s words replayed in his mind. The only reason he even
left was because his mother begged him to go. Yoongi knew she was trying to
protect him but it hurt him to see his mother sending him away. He was angry
with her for several weeks and refused to return her phone calls at the time.
He lost touch with them after that because his phone line had been cut off.
Yoongi always thought of them and promised himself that after he got settled,
he would get a new phone and make arrangements for his mother and sister to
come to Seoul. His guilt grew now that he realized he couldn’t help them in his
new predicament.
 
          He finished showering and went to start drying off with a towel. He
moved over to the mirrors by the sink to assess his bruises once more. He has
several blue bruises on his stomach and chest, scratches on his arms, and
bruises that were turning from blue to yellowish purple on his face. As he got
closer to the mirror, he noticed the dark circles under his eyes threatening to
become permanent. 
            Pull yourself together, Yoongi. Don’t show any weakness. Don’t let
him get to you.  He dressed himself thinking how weird it seemed, that he would
be meeting Namjoon at night dressed in pink silk pair of pajamas. As he
gathered his dirty uniform, he noticed rows of bins that had names on it by the
back wall next to the door. 
            Jin, Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok…
            This must be where our dirty linen goes, he thought.
He found the one with his name and dropped the clothes in. As he went to stand
up something strange caught his eye. It was a black dot on the wall that was
sitting slightly above eye level. Yoongi squinted his eyes as he examined the
black dot more. As he continued to stare at it a flash of glass sparkled in the
lens and a red dot blinked at him once before going back to black. Yoongi
realized what it was…it was a security camera.
 
             When Yoongi returned to the common space he found Jin waiting for
him in the center of the living room.
            “Perfect, you’re all ready to go,” Jin stated before motioning
Yoongi to follow him to the elevator. Yoongi obeyed and noticed Jin had a key
with him this time.
            “6th floor,” the sexy girl chimed. They both stepped inside and he
watched as Jin inserted his key into a keyhole below the elevator numbers and
went to press the number 7.  Her voice was like flower petals when she spoke
again.
            “7thfloor, going up.”
           
            Yoongi wondered why Namjoon’s floor was secured. As Jin and him
travelled in the elevator he couldn’t help but notice the other man was wearing
the exact same outfit as he had on. Yoongi found it quite amusing that Jin
fancied the color pink. It was just so strange to him; then again this entire
set up here was strange.
            Yoongi followed Jin out of the elevator and noticed the floor set
up was a bit different than the previous two he had seen.  Instead of 360-
degree windows he was only met with a long dark hallway to the left of the
elevators. They turned left out of the elevator and came to a set of double
doors on the left hand side, about 20 feet from the elevator. About 10 more
feet down from the double doors was another single door close to the end of the
hallway. Jin again took out his key and opened the doors with it.
           “In you go,” he cooed.
 
           Yoongi stepped inside an impressive master bedroom suite. To the
left was a grand 4-post bed fit for a king with black shiny bedposts and soft
white silk sheets. In the middle of the room was an entire living room set
complete with a floor to ceiling fireplace at the center. The living room again
was a bit sunken in;
            Namjoon must like the 70’s style houses, Yoongi thought.
Every piece of furniture seemed to cost a fortune and Yoongi could only guess
their worth. To his right, he could see two entrances that lead to somewhere he
couldn’t see.  
            They're probably Namjoon’s gigantic walk in closets, Yoongi
pondered to himself.
Aside from the door where they had entered, the rest of the suite was all made
up of big glass windows. Yoongi noticed a figure moving outside the windows on
the master balcony, which was the length of the entire room.
             “Ah you made it up sweet Yoongi, welcome to my home,” Namjoon
bellowed as he came in from the other side of the glass doors. “I hope Jin made
your transition here as comfortable as possible,” he said while
grinning. Yoongi’s stomach started to churn once more. This man reeked of money
and he knew by what means he came of it. Yoongi eyed him suspiciously before
replying.
            “Ne, Jin Hyung has made it very comfortable for me," Yoongi
replied. Namjoon smirked through hooded eyes.
            “Good good, come make yourself comfortable.”
            Like the dorm room floor, Namjoon’s suite also had a slightly
elevated platform and it took 3 steps up to reach the platform where his bed
rested. Namjoon directed Yoongi to sit on a small couch that lay in front of
his 4-poster bed. Tonight he was wearing a plain T-shirt with his dark jeans
but no shoes. Namjoon crouched down next to Yoongi’s feet and placed a hand on
his knee before speaking again.
 
            “I want you to know that I am very excited to have you here, I’ve
took the liberty to think about how I wanted to introduce you into my
lifestyle. Every boy I have, I treat with special care. I wanted to make sure
you have the best of the best and that you remain happy here,” Namjoon stated.
            Yoongi nodded in response. His body started to quiver from fear and
nervousness as Namjoon’s eyes bore holes into his skin. Yoongi had only been
with one girl before coming here. It was a one-night stand in a city he can’t
even remember and the girl had robbed him the next morning. He was scared at
the thought of having to have sex with anyone, especially a man.
            “Tonight we won’t get into anything. You’re actually just here to
learn,” the blond continued as he stood up to tower over Yoongi’s now sunken
frame.
            “Jin is here to help you observe.”
 
            Yoongi’s heart started to beat in a rapid rate. 
            What did he mean by that? Yoongi could start to feel his hands get
sweaty. He tried to wipe them on his silk pajamas but it wasn’t working, the
sweat pooled again.
            “All my boys have a special…talent if you will, something that sets
them apart from the others. I look forward to finding out what yours is my
sweet Yoongi.”
            Yoongi was seconds away from barfing. He wanted nothing more than
to punch Namjoon square in the jaw and run. As if on cue, Jin started to walk
over to the blond man before him. Namjoon reached out his hand to grab Jin’s
neck before kissing him deep, passionate. Jin started to undress himself at
once, as Namjoon continued to talk.
            “You see Jin here; I’ve had him the longest, almost 7 years now.
He’s the most loyal slave I have and he knows how to please.”
            Jin lay naked in front of Namjoon, waiting for instructions. He had
a nice strong torso with a flat stomach that had a small outline of abs. His
broad shoulders and triceps glowed in the light and Yoongi could see a sinister
smile playing on Jin’s lips. Yoongi turned bright red upon looking at him. He
dropped his gaze in an instant, glancing down at his sweaty hands to overt his
eyes away from the naked boy. Namjoon walked back over to Yoongi and tipped his
chin up with his index finger.
            “Keep your eyes on me,” Namjoon said in a straight tone. Yoongi
couldn’t help it; he flinched away from Namjoon’s touch at once. His action
earned him a slap on his face, burning his already bruised cheek.. He felt the
heat and anger start to rise from his chest. As he slowly lift his head towards
Namjoon’s stern face, he caught a glimpse of Jin grinning in the background.
            “I won’t ask you again,” Namjoon spat as he turned back to Jin and
ordered him on his knees. 
            “Yes Master,” Jin was ready to comply as he got down on his knees
in front of Namjoon. The tall blond man rested his backside against his bed
while running his fingers through Jin’s hair. Jin started to unbutton Namjoon’s
pants out of instinct and pulled them down to the floor. Yoongi bit his lip to
help him calm down. He didn’t want to watch any of this. He didn’t want to
watch a preview of what he would have to do some day. He glanced down at his
hands once more before Namjoon spoke again.
            “Tsk tsk…Yoongi, my boy who’s sweet as sugar. I think I’ll call you
that, Suga,” Namjoon said, smirking. “Suga doesn’t take direction well huh
Jin?” He said while looking straight at Yoongi.
            “If you take your eyes off of me one more time Suga, I promise you
I’ll make you regret it.”
 
            Jin was now staring at Yoongi too and his smile was becoming more
satisfied. He liked that Yoongi was getting tormented and Yoongi made a mental
note to never trust Jin from that point on. He watched Jin started to stroke
Namjoon’s cock and both of them were staring at him, waiting for him to look
away. Waiting for him to fuck up so he can get punished. Yoongi knew he
couldn’t. 
            If they want me to watch, then I’ll watch every single second of
it he thought.
Jin pulled Namjoon’s member into his mouth with such grace and expertise.
Namjoon was a well-endowed man; Jin was only able to take in half of him at one
time. Jin used his hand to stroke the bottom half of Namjoon’s hard dick that
he can not reach with his mouth. As Jin worked on pleasing his Master,
Namjoon’s eyes never peeled away from Yoongi’s. He enjoyed being watched by
Yoongi’s uncomfortable eyes.
            “Stand up and turn around,” He commanded Jin. Jin eagerly obeyed
and faced Yoongi with Namjoon to his back. Namjoon snaked his hand around Jin’s
waist to his hard cock and stroke him slowly. Jin’s eyes rolled to the back of
his head and he let it hang down onto Namjoon’s shoulder.
            “Joah?” Namjoon whispered in Jin’s ear.
            “Ne,” Jin replied through parted lips. His breathing picking up a
pace and Namjoon stroked him harder, faster.
            Yoongi hated this. He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to be
in this room with Jin and Namjoon. The entire thing disgusted him. Namjoon
moved back more on the bed and ordered Jin to sit on him. Jin turned around and
climbed on top of Namjoon, grinding down on Namjoon’s cock in slow circles.
Yoongi couldn’t help but notice how much Jin seemed to enjoy this. It didn’t
seem to phase Jin one bit that Yoongi was watching him have sex with Namjoon.
Jin looked as if he was happy just to be in the presence of his Master. They
passionately kissed while Jin reached back for Namjoon’s member and guided it
into his awaiting hole.
            Yoongi felt embarrassed as he watched the scene play out in front
of him. His hands were clenched so tight that his knuckles were turning white.
Jin rode Namjoon like a pro. He didn’t even took a long time to adjust to the
massive member deep inside him and he didn’t use any lubrication to prep
himself. Jin’s moans started to flow out of his mouth as Namjoon left kisses up
and down Jin’s neck.
            “Oh, Oppa,” Jin moaned through his wet plump lips.
            “You like riding my cock?” Namjoon asked as he grabbed onto Jin’s
hips and started to move in time with him.
            “Ne,” Jin moaned as he let his head drop into the nook of Namjoon’s
neck. Yoongi noticed Namjoon was still peering at him as Jin rode his cock. He
loved every moment of Yoongi's discomfort and he wished for them to be done
with it quick so he could leave.
            “Suga, one thing not to forget is, you will always cum first, but
not until I say you can,” Namjoon spoke while he grabbed Jin’s hard cock again.
A loud moan escaped Jin’s mouth again as he started to jerk him off. Jin's body
started to shiver as Namjoon worked his dick, not slowing down his rigorous
pace.
            “Can I cum Oppa?” Jin asked in between pants of breath. Namjoon
faced Yoongi once again, a sly smirk painted on his lips.
            “What do you think Suga? Should I let him?” he asked. Yoongi's
faced turned bright red. He didn’t care what so ever but he knew Namjoon was
toying with him
            “Ye..yes,” Yoongi stuttered out.
            “Hear that baby, Suga said go ahead,” Namjoon cooed through heavy
lids. His words were dripping with lust and it left a sour taste in Yoongi’s
mouth. He was really starting to hate his new nickname. Jin came right after
Namjoon had given him the approval, shooting huge white loads onto Namjoon’s
chest. Jin lay on top of Namjoon after, still trying to catch his post-sex
breath.
            “Clean this up Jin.” Namjoon ordered while sitting back on his
elbows. Jin proceeded to lick up all his cum from Namjoon’s chest. He made sure
to not miss any spots as his tongue roamed for the sticky substance. Yoongi had
to stifle a gag from his throat as he watched Jin clean up Namjoon’s body.
Yoongi really wondered how he was ever going to do this.
            “Back down on your knees,” Namjoon barked. Jin complied well and
gazed up at Namjoon from the ground. Before continuing, Namjoon glanced over to
make sure Yoongi was still watching.
            “What do you think Suga, should he swallow or should I cum on his
face?” Namjoon asked while smirking. Now Yoongi really was disgusted. He glared
at Namjoon without giving an answer, bile sitting high in his throat. 
            “Or if you don’t answer I can just shove my cock down your throat
and have you finish me off, how does that sound?” Namjoon asked knowing well
what answer he would give. Yoongi could tell he loved this, loved toying with
people. Jin was sneering again as Namjoon fucked with Yoongi. 
            Fine, you think it’s funny Jin? Then laugh with a cock in your
mouth Yoongi thought.
            “Swallow,” Yoongi said through pursed lips. Namjoon’s grin became
larger as he grabbed Jin’s reddish brown hair roughly and shoved his long cock
back in his mouth, making Jin gag. He continued his violent thrusts into Jin’s
mouth until he came down his throat with large amounts of cum shooting out.
After he was done with Jin he threw him down to the floor leaving him on all
fours, coughing, wiping his mouth while glaring at Yoongi. Namjoon pulled his
pants back up before speaking again.
 
            “You will be here every day this week to observe all the members
and on the 6th day you will be in here with me alone for your first formal
training session.”
 
            Yoongi’s eyes hardened in shock at Namjoon’s words. Namjoon did
nothing but continued to grin at Yoongi’s facial expression knowing that he was
going to enjoy breaking him.
            “I’m sure you will catch on quickly,” Namjoon said while giving
Yoongi a creepy but powerful wink.
            “Jin please escort Suga back to the dorms and make sure he gets to
bed ok. He’s going to need his rest.”
            Jin took Yoongi back down to the dorms. The silence was eerie as
the two travelled down in the elevator alone. When they arrived, Jin left him
at the elevator door unlike what Namjoon had ordered him to do. Before the
doors shut close, Yoongi heard him say something almost as a whisper.
 
            “Sweet dreams Suga.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
*AGAIN sorry for all the typos, I just really wanted to finish it in one
setting. I will go back and edit the typos later*
 
***11/02/16 Chapter updated and cleaned up. Comments appreciated!***
 
*** 04/12/16 updated from awesome beta Nochu Min :)
***** “Sweet Dreams Suga…” *****
Chapter 3: "Sweet Dreams Suga..."
Yoongi wakes the next day to someone whispering in his ear. He could feel the
warm breath as it spoke to him.
"Yoongi, Yoongi...il eona. Yoongi...it's time to wake up," the voice whispered
softly in his ear. Yoongi opened his eyes slowly while adjusting to the bright
light. The first thing he saw upon opening them was Jimin starting back at him
from the bed next door.
"There you go," The voice stated and Yoongi realized it wasn't Jimin's voice he
was hearing. He carefully rolled over to his left and was met by Hoseok leaning
over him on the other side of the bed.
"Good morning Yoongi!" He beamed down at him. "Jin will be expecting us for
breakfast in about 20 minutes." Yoongi tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes as
he sat up in the bed. Suddenly memories of the previous night came flooding
into his head. How has one day seemed like an eternity already, he thought to
himself.
"I've placed your uniform and bathroom essentials on your dresser Hyung," Jimin
said as he pointed out the pile sitting in front of his bed. Yoongi froze at
the honorific. Hyung? He didn't know how he felt about being called hyung
already. It gave him the feeling that he needed to be protective over them.
"What time is it," Yoongi asked. He was answered by Kookie this time.
"It's 7:10am, breakfast is always served at 7:30am sharp. Jin Hyung does not
tolerate tardiness."
Yoongi moved his feet over the side of the bed before standing up fully. He
noticed all the boys were already dressed and staring at him. Today's uniform
was the same as yesterdays except it was a royal navy blue color for the top
and shorts. No aprons were on yet but Yoongi was sure that Jin would have them
when they went down for breakfast. He met the rest of the boys by the elevator
after he had changed his clothes and brushed his teeth. Together the group went
down to the 5th floor where they were met by Jin.
Jin's uniform was the same as the rest, but he already was wearing his apron
since he was cooking breakfast.
"Wow Jin, daebak! Pancakes?" Hopie exclaimed. Yoongi couldn't help but lick his
lips a little bit upon sight of the food. The hotcakes were piled at least 4 or
5 high on each plate and were very fluffy looking. There was syrup and butter
on the breakfast bar, as well as hot tea.
"Thanks Hoseok ah," Jin said while plating the last stack of pancakes. "Since
Jimin's birthday is tomorrow I've decided to cook him his favorite dishes."
Jimin was grinning from ear to ear.
"Thanks Jin hyung!" He said while hugging Jin from behind. His grin was so wide
that his eyes almost disappeared completely. Jin laughed and told everyone to
sit down. Yoongi observed the loving group once again. He was puzzled at how
normal and happy they seemed sometimes and yet other times Jin provoked fear in
them. At that moment he heard his stomach growl and decided to push the matter
into the back of his mind.
Yoongi brought a fork full of thick pancakes covered in syrup and butter to his
mouth. He all but moaned as the delicious flavors swirled around on his tongue.
Jin may be untrustworthy, Yoongi thought, but his cooking was to die for.
Halfway through breakfast, Jin started to pass out aprons to everyone. They
again had a frilly feminine look to it but were colored white today.
Jin started to give out assignments to everyone as they finished their
breakfast.
"Jungkook, you will train Yoongi on the 3rd floor today, Jimin 4th, Taehyung
5th, and Hopie 6th." Jungkook glanced over at Yoongi with innocent eyes for a
brief moment. Yoongi couldn't help but wonder how old he wasagain . How did he
come to find himself here in this wretched place? Yoongi decided he would try
to find out. All the boys at once pushed in their chairs and in unison walked
back over to the elevator to go to their assigned floors.
"3rd floor," the elevator spoke. Yoongi and Kookie stepped off together,
leaving the rest behind.
"You two have fun!" yelled Hoseok while waving ecstatically. Tae stood and
Hopie's far left and Jimin on Hopei's right. Yoongi couldn't help but catch a
glimpse of Jimin's face as the doors closed on them. He looked anything but
happy as his eyes followed Jungkook out of the elevator.
Yoongi looked around at the new floor. This floor looked the most different
from all the ones he had seen before. There were no open windows to bring in
light like the others had. All the walls were completely covered up by dark
cloth materials. In the center of the room sat 6 rows of reclining chairs, all
matching the color of the dark walls. They ascended upwards towards the back.
In the front of the first row there was a piece of furniture, similar to what
Yoongi could describe as a couch-bed. It seemed that it could fit many people
at one time. Clearly this entire floor was a home movie theater.
In the left corner was small counter area equipped with a fridge and microwave
for snacks. Yoongi could see the surround systems placed in all the high
corners of the room. Namjoon really had it all he thought. Jungkook's voice
suddenly took him out of his thoughts.
"This floor is one of the easiest to clean. All we have to do is vacuum, clean
the snack area, and make sure there is no trash. We don't use this room much
really. Usually the person who get's the 3rd floor will go up and help the
person with the 4th floor." Kookie explained. Yoongi remembered that Jimin said
would help Kookie with the 4th floor the day before. He watched as Jungkook
walked over to the corner with the fridge and stopped by a door that was built
into the side of the ascending floor.
"What's up on the 4th floor?" Yoongi asked in curiosity. Jungkook pulled open
the nook door before he responded.
"It's the pool. It's very large and everyday the floor must be swept, mopped,
and the water must be tested. That's just the main room. After that we have to
clean and wipe down all the locker rooms, bathrooms, and showers. It's a hard
job to do for just one person."
Yoongi watched as Kookie pulled a vacuum out of the storage closet.
"Here, start vacuuming the floors while I clean out the fridge. That way we can
finish faster and can go help Jimin," Jungkook said while handing Yoongi the
machine. Yoongi nodded and quickly started to find an outlet to plug the vacuum
in.
As he started to clean the floors of the home movie theater, he started to
think back to the previous night. What's going to happen tonight? He thought to
himself. Will I be watching someone else have sex with Namjoon? The thought
disgusted Yoongi again. He didn't want to do any more "observing", he only had
only 5 more days until he was to start being Namjoon's actual sex slave. Yoongi
couldn't stomach the idea of Namjoon touching his body, let alone being inside
of him or vice versa.
Yoongi shivered at the thought. I've got to get out of here before then he
thought. He tried to think if he had seen any exists since he's been there. All
he knew was Jin had told him there were 7 floors they were allowed to access
and he had only been to 4. He remembered that Namjoon's suite was accessed by
Jin's key and he wondered if that was one of the floors that were considered
"accessible". That must mean there are MORE floors that were restricted he
thought. He didn't remember seeing any other doors aside from the elevators on
all the floors. He made a mental note to look and observe his surroundings
more. Currently on the 3rd floor there were no hidden doors that Yoongi could
see. The walls were covered in thick padding to keep sound out and there didn't
seem to be any bumps or cut outs a long the walls where something could be
hidden.
When Yoongi had finished he walked back over to the nook to put the vacuum
away. He watched for moment as Kookie finished cleaning the shelves of the
fridge.
"Jimin forgot to clean this yesterday, good thing I caught it before Jin hyung
did," He stated while wiping spilled juice off the shelf in the fridge. Yoongi
suddenly wondered what Jin would have done to Jimin.
"You two are pretty close huh?" Yoongi asked. Jungkook didn't stop cleaning as
he responded.
"Ne, I like Jimin hyung very much. He is the 3rd longest slave Namjoon has had.
He came here only 1 year after me."
"And how long have you been here Kookie?" Yoongi asked. Jungkook stopped long
enough to get a new paper towel before continuing to clean the mess that had
become sticky.
"I've been here 4 years now," He answered while wiping circles.
"And... how old were you when you got here?" Yoongi asked cautiously. Kookie
stopped and looked up at him with an innocent yet shameful stare.
"I was 14 when Namjoon killed my last owners." Yoongi tried his best to hide
the shock from his face. He was simply too young to be brought into this sick
world of Namjoon's. Yoongi now reserved a special hate for him in the back of
his mind for having a teenage slave. He was angry with Namjoon for taking
Kookie's innocents away from him, although Kookie still had a lot of it left.
"Last owners?" Yoongi asked?
"Yes, but not like Namjoon, I was the house help. I helped cook, clean, do
laundry. Stuff like that." Jungkook stated. Yoongi was still very curious about
Kookie's previous owners..
"What happened to them?" he asked Jungkook.
"They owed Namjoon money I believe. Namjoon's men came in the middle of the
night and slashed their throats. I was hiding kitchen cupboard when they found
me and brought me here." He slowly stopped cleaning and became lost in his
memories. He face looked off into the distance as if he could see it playing
out in his mind right then.
"There was so much blood everywhere." He said while his eyes stared off into
space. Yoongi put his hand of Kookie shoulder for moral support. He could tell
how fragile Kookie was. He really was young and naïve still. He didn't have any
walls or barriers to break down.
"How did you end up with your last owners?" Yoongi asked while observing
Jungkook's face. He still was staring off into a distant memory and Yoongi
could only imagine what he was seeing.
"I was kidnapped from my village when I was around 8 years old. I could hear my
mother screaming while chasing after the car that took me. They sold me at an
auction to the family that would become my new owners." Jungkook retold the
story as if it were yesterday. Yoongi noticed that his eyes were starting to
become glazed with liquid. Yoongi didn't know what to say. He felt the need to
hug this frail creature before him but he didn't know if that was appropriate.
He opted to rub circles on the 18 year old's back instead.
"I'm sorry," Yoongi said after a moment. Jungkook blinked back the tears that
had not fallen yet and sniffled.
"It's ok, for most of my time there I had a lady who took care of me. She
worked for the owners before I was brought in and she taught me how to do
everything around the house. She even taught me to read because I wasn't able
to continue school anymore."
"What was her name?" Yoongi asked cautiously.
"Soonhee. I called her Eomma Soonhee. She had jet-black hair and she of smelled
fresh laundry. I think of her from time to time," Jungkook stated while
starting to finish his initial task.
"What happened to her?" Yoongi asked while tying up the last bag of trash.
Jungkook froze a bit and Yoongi instantly regretted asking. There was a moment
of silence before Jungkook continued.
"I did something... awful," Kookie voice was barely audible.
"You don't have to tell me," Yoongi stated quickly. He was scared to hit
another soft spot. Jungkook was silent for a moment, pondering if he should
tell Yoongi or not.
"No, it's ok," he replied. "I haven't told anyone this before. In my third year
living there I accidentally caught the gas stove on fire.There was a huge
explosion that caught the entire kitchen in flames. There was smoke everywhere
and it ended of ruining the south end of the house. I was so scared that they
would be angry, that they would hurt me, even kill me. Eomma Soonhee was so
kind, she took the blame for it to protect me." Tears again welled up in
Kookie's eyes but did not fall yet. "They came home and beat her until she
couldn't walk. They then banished her from working there and told her they
wouldn't pay her for the last months work. I felt so awful...I still feel
awful." Jungkook's tears now fell silently. "She had a family, kids to feed, I
didn't deserve her kindness, I should have confessed to it but I was scared..."
"Shhhh, Shhh, Kwenchenayo. Don't cry, it's not your fault." Yoongi was now
embracing Kookie. He felt a little awkward holding this young boy that he
barely knew, yet he felt it was his duty to sooth him. He stayed hugging
Jungkook until his tears stopped and his breathing evened.
"I'm sorry," Kookie said has he pulled back from Yoongi and wiped stray tears
away.
"It's ok, we don't have to talk about anything else, araso?" He assured the
younger.
"Araso." Kookie replied in a soft voice.
_______________________________________________________________________
Yoongi and Jungkook made their way over to the elevator once they were done.
"Where does all the trash bags go when we're done," Yoongi asked as he dragged
the black bag behind him. Maybe there is a trash shoot I can use to escape he
thought.
"We bring them down to the first floor where the person going to the market
will bring them all down to the street."
Yoongi eyed Jungkook in an odd manner.
"Wait, are you saying you guys are allowed to go outside of the building?"
Yoongi asked in surprise.
"Well not you, just Jin Hyung, Jimin Hyung and me," Kookie replied. "Did Jin
not mention that? We go to the market to get food every couple of days." Yoongi
couldn't contain his astonishment.
"No he didn't mention that, he told me we were not allowed to leave ever."
Yoongi stated trying to understand this new information.
"Well, Jin hyung is also very busy, he does most of the cooking for all of us
so he sends me or Jimin sometimes to shop for him. He knows we will not leave.
He trusts us," Jungkook said proudly. "Maybe someday he'll let you go too if
you prove yourself to him."
All Yoongi could say is,
"I see."
They made their way down to the 1st floor where Jungkook stated the trash was
held until someone went to the market.
"First floor," the sexy elevator chimed. Yoongi stepped out of the elevator
with the trash bag in hand. The first thing he noticed was another elevator in
front of the one they had just emerged from. It was gold in color while all the
elevator doors in the suite so far had only been silver. There was a man in a
suit with a stocky build that was standing next to the gold elevators with
sunglasses on. From what Yoongi could gather he must be a guard to make sure no
one who isn't authorized goes up or down.
"Anneyong Freddy!" Jungkook peeped while waving to him. All Freddy did was give
a nod in Jungkook's direction.
"That's that guard for this floor, Namjoon doesn't let them stay in our suite.
He thinks it ruins the vibe of being home." Kookie said while walking towards
the left side of the elevators. A few yards away was a big rolling bin that was
taller than Yoongi.
"Just toss it up here and we'll empty it later," the younger said.
As they made their way back towards the elevator doors Yoongi noticed a set of
double doors at the other end of the hallway. He turned to Kookie to ask what
lay beyond them.
"Oh, that's the grand master ball room," Kookie answered excitedly, "Come
look!" He pulled Yoongi up to the golden encrusted doors. They had beautiful
designs carved into them. Yoongi wondered if they were from France, or maybe
Italy. Kookie pulled back the heavy door and they both walked inside.
It was just ask grand as Yoongi had imaged. It seemed twice as big as any of
the floors he had been to previously. The floors had golden swirls flowing
throughout the entire room and it had a beautiful big chandelier in the center
the sparkled heavily from the high vaulted ceiling. Yoongi could no longer be
surprised; Namjoon was officially the richest person he had ever come in
contact with in his entire life. He was rich enough to own this incredible
property and rich enough to hold people against their will.
"Amazing isn't it?!" Kookie exclaimed. "I wish to attend one of Namjoon's big
galas someday," he said with optimism. It was then that Yoongi realized they
really weren't allowed to do anything. The boys were all toys, used by Namjoon
when he was bored. Namjoon would never let them attend a fancy dinner party or
a big ball. They were sex slaves, used for only that. Yoongi watched Kookie's
face as he stared at the ball room with hope in his eyes.
"I can see it now, dancing all night in fancy clothes, ah how happy I'll be
when Namjoon let's me attend one. He promised one day when I was older he would
let me come." Yoongi watched Kookie as he pretended to dance with an invisible
person in circles around the ball room floor. Jungkook's eyes were still bright
as he closed the heavy golden encrusted doors behind them.
Riding back up to the 4th floor, Yoongi was starting to felt a little hungry.
"When do we eat lunch?" He asked Kookie.
"We don't really eat official lunches most days because each person's chore
varies. We'll go up and have a snack after we help Jimin Hyung." Kookie
replied.
When they arrived the 4th floor the smell of chlorine hit Yoongi hard. He
suddenly thought of his days in Daegu where he would swim every summer with his
sister in the sun. This elevator opened up in a different area, instead of
stepping out and seeing a wall first, Yoongi noticed that he was met with the
sight of the pool right away. He stepped out and admired the very large
swimming pool. Again he noticed the 4th floor seemed to be twice as big as the
previous residential floors. The room had very high ceilings with only a few
small windows towards the top to let in daylight. It had 3 chandeliers all
hanging above the pool water, was complete with a two different heighten diving
boards and a water slide. Off to the far end of the pool were 3 sets of hot
tubs, bigger than Yoongi had ever seen them at any spa before. Yoongi followed
Jungkook past the hot tubs to the locker rooms where he was met with a bathroom
similar to the ones in the dorms.
"Hyung are you done yet?" Jungkook called out to Jimin. He was tying a bag in
the corner next to the saunas. Jimin eyed Yoongi in strange way before glancing
back at Kookie.
"Almost, I Just need to mop and wipe down the mirrors and windows," Jimin
replied. Yoongi proceeded to grab a towel and took the initiative to start on
the windows while Jungkook grabbed the mop. Before long all three boys were
headed back down to the 1st floor to drop off the last trash bag.
On the way back up to the 5th floor kitchen, Jimin glanced at Yoongi in the
elevator. He looked like he wanted to ask a question.
"How was your first night, Hyung?" He asked finally. Yoongi looked at Jimin's
face and studied the concerned look.
"Not something I really want to think about," Yoongi stated.
"Sorry," Jimin replied quickly, "I know it's hard at first but it will get
easier I promise." Yoongi was eager to change the subject. He decided to
continue gathering facts about everyone in the house.
"How did Jin come to be a slave for Namjoon," Yoongi asked out loud. The other
two boys exchanged concerned looks. Yoongi had forgotten about the camera's
that may be lurking and tried his best to brush it off as pure curiosity. "You
know, has Jin ever told you?" he asked them both. Jimin swallowed, stealing one
more glance at Kookie before answering.
"Jin Hyung told us that when he was younger, he grew up very poor. He was
working in a brothel at a young age when Namjoon came across him one night. He
liked Jin so much that he visited several times over the next month. Namjoon
was so kind to offer to buy Jin from the brothel and bringing him here. Jin
Hyung always tells us to be grateful to Namjoon because he is a generous master
who cares very much for us," said Jimin. He nervously looked around after as if
he instantly regretted telling Yoongi the story.
"Did they ever, you know, date?" Yoongi asked? "They seem very close." Kookie
looked to Jimin briefly before dropping his gaze to the floor. Jimin's face
flushed a little bit before he gained his composure. He faced Yoongi straight
on and peered into his eyes as he spoke.
"There is no dating allowed. It is strictly forbidden for all slaves..."
They rode of the rest of the way in silence until they reached the 5th floor
once more. They all existed the elevator and headed straight to the kitchen.
"Oh perfect, I was just about to come and get you two," Jin said while washing
some plates in the kitchen sink.
"Sorry Jin Hyung, we helped Jimin on the 4th floor," Kookie answered. Jin's
face went still, looking at Kookie in disbelief.
"Well, that's very kind of you Jungkook ah, but I asked you to show Yoongi how
to clean the 3rd floor." Jin stated while fixing what looked like sandwiches
for everyone.
"I did, but we finished early and I wanted to hel..." Jungkook started to
explain but Jin abruptly cut him of in a matter of seconds.
"Quiet Jungkook." Jin was placing the sandwiches on to plates on the breakfast
bar. "I heard what you said the first time." Jin didn't look up from preparing
the sandwiches as he spoke. "If you disobey me again I will be forced to tell
Namjoon about your disobedience. Do you understand?" He peered straight into
Kookie's eyes now.
Jungkook frame because very small as his stood in front of Jin. Yoongi could
see and feel the hurt in his eyes as he answered Jin in a very quite voice,
"Ne, hyung."
"Good, now come eat. Jungkook, you and Yoongi will be seeing Namjoon this
evening so be ready to go by 6pm. Don't be late," Jin said before walking to
the elevator and leaving the 3 in the kitchen alone. Jimin instantly looked to
Jungkook with something in his eyes that Yoongi couldn't quite read. It seemed
to be a mixture of sadness, anger, and a hint of jealously. Yoongi's stomach
started to curl again, and it wasn't from hunger.
At 6pm sharp both Yoongi and Jungkook were showered and dressed and in their
silk pink pajamas waiting for Jin. As if on queue, the elevator announced
someone was arriving on their floor. Shortly after Jin stepped out and called
the two boys to follow him.
Jin did the same ordeal as the previous night. He had a small brass key with
him again to take the boys up to the 7th floor where he escorted Yoongi and
Jungkook inside Namjoon's room once more. This time after they were inside he
left and shut the door, leaving the two with master Namjoon alone.
Yoongi noticed him this time sitting in front of his fireplace that went from
floor to ceiling in the sunken living room. The fireplace was the centerpiece
and the furniture lay around it in a 360-degree circle. Namjoon sat on the
couch in front of the blazing fire as soft music played in the background.
"Come boys, join me next to the warm fire," Namjoon said while smirking. Yoongi
was really starting to hate that smirk. Now they he knew more about him today
he didn't know if he would be able to hold his temper. They both made their way
over to the living space and stood next to each other in front of Namjoon.
Kookie had his hands tightly clasped together in front of his body. Yoongi
noticed his was biting his lower lip and he wondered if it was a nervous habit.
"Jungkook ah, come sit on Daddy's lap," Namjoon cooed. Jungkook quickly obeyed
and Yoongi started to clench his fists. "How was your day baby?" He asked the
maknae while pushing his bangs out of his eyes.
"It was great master, Yoongi hyung is a fast learner," Kookie replied while
sitting on Namjoon's lap.
"Oh is he baby?" Namjoon asked. He glanced over at Yoongi standing behind one
of the living room couches.
Kookie seemed nervous but Yoongi didn't know what Kookie was like normally with
Namjoon. Jungkook has been here the longest next to Jin, surely he is used to
this by now Yoongi thought. Then it all his him at once, this is why Namjoon
likes Kookie. He is meant to play the innocent role so Namjoon can play daddy
to him. Although Jungkook isn't playing innocent Yoongi thought, he is very
much innocent still.
Namjoon's hands were caressing Jungkook's thigh as Jungkook held both his hands
in his lap carefully.
"Suga, please have a seat," Namjoon commanded. Yoongi's blood started to boil
as he remembered his new nickname given to him the previous night. He took as
seat in the chair adjacent to where Namjoon was holding Kookie.
"Jungkook ah, please stand up and take off your clothes," Namjoon ordered.
Jungkook again, obediently complied. He started unbuttoning his silk shirt
first then he slipped his pants off, and finally his underwear.
"Isn't he stunning Suga," Namjoon asked. Suga brows furrowed. He observed
Jungkook's body from his chair. He was toned in all the right places but he
wasn't thick and stocky like Jimin. Yoongi thought he was beautiful in the
light by the fire.
"Suga...?" Namjoon started to toy with him again.
"Yes," Yoongi answered in a short tone without looking at the brightly blonde
headed man to his left.
"Do you want to fuck Jungkook, Suga? You can be honest, and he's a very
handsome boy," Namjoon asked.
"No," Suga said shortly again. Namjoon stood up next to Kookie's naked frame
and started to play with Junkook's limp cock. He stared intensely into
Jungkook's eyes as he started to tug at Jungkook's dick between their bodies.
He brought one hand up to cup his chin and pull Jungkook into a passionate
kiss. He then pulled away and directed his gaze back to Yoongi.
"Why so mad Suga, aren't you enjoying the view?" Namjoon really was a sick fuck
Yoongi thought. He started to grit his teeth while trying his best to hold back
saying what he really wanted to say.
"Go over to the fire place baby," Namjoon said to Kookie. "You see Suga, I
really wanted to have fun with you tonight. I wanted you to get some hands on
experience so you could be well prepared on your own, but I didn't want to rush
your training," Namjoon said while eyeing Yoongi with his eyes. "Kookie, put
one had on above your head on the fire place ledge," He commanded. The
fireplace was gas powered and the flames sat behind thick glass on both sides
so Kookie wasn't in any danger. Kookie obeyed again.
"Good baby, now use your other hand to finger yourself," Namjoon said while
watching for Yoongi's reaction. Kookie looked back at Namjoon and then glanced
at Yoongi nervously before reaching his hand back.
"Wait, make sure they are nice and wet first Kookie, " Namjoon stated. Yoongi
could feel the anger rising in him again. He felt embarrassed for the younger
kid who was currently being put on display for Namjoon's sick entertainment.
Yoongi couldn't image ever getting used to this type of humiliation. He glared
at Namjoon from where he sat; he refused to watch the poor boy in this state.
"Suga, you're missing the best part," Namjoon exclaimed. He smirked before
pointing in Kookie direction. Yoongi glared at the blonde man before him, he
didn't want to have to see Kookie go through this. "Watch," he said to him.
Yoongi knew it wasn't a request.
Kookie was currently sucking on two fingers in his mouth, lathering them up
with saliva. When he felt it was nice and wet he pulled them from his pink lips
and reached back for his entrance. Standing by the fireplace with his legs
spread, Yoongi watched in horror as he observed the younger boy penetrate
himself. Yoongi heard him let out a small gasp as the first initial finger
slipped in.
"Good baby, how does it feel to finger your own hole," Namjoon asked. He was
rubbing the budge in his jeans now while watching Kookie work his fingers.
"Good daddy," Kookie softly spoke with his eyes glued shut.
"Add another finger," He ordered and Jungkook quickly added his middle finger
to his tight hole, gasping in the process.
"Mmm I love that tight hole of yours," Namjoon stated as he sprung his erection
free. Yoongi tried his best to mentally picture something else, anything else
but the scene playing out in front of him. He balled up his hands into tighter
fists than before and he could see they were starting to lose circulation.
Jungkook worked his fingers inside himself, getting deeper and deeper. Namjoon
was licking his lips as he watched the maknae pleasure himself.
"That's right baby, stretch yourself out for my cock," Namjoon bellowed. Kookie
continue to work his fingers in his hole. In and out, in and out several times,
until his dick started to get hard and was dripping pre cum. He was moaning
soft cries like a kitten when Namjoon spoke again.
"Come to daddy, Kookie, show Suga how good you are with your mouth," Namjoon
said as he continue to stroke himself. Kookie took his two fingers out and
walked across the room and got down on his knees in front of Namjoon.
"Yes master," He replied before he took Namjoon's massive member into his
mouth.
"That's a good boy, Kookie, you're so good with your lips," Namjoon breathily
said while Jungkook worked hard to deep throat his entire cock. He moved his
mouth up and down Namjoon's hard shaft several times while running his tongue
along the under side. After about five minutes he came up gasping for air.
"Don't forget to take care of daddy's balls too," Namjoon said while running
his hand on the nap of Kookie's neck. Yoongi couldn't take this anymore. He
glanced away to the fireplace while Namjoon's eyes were closed. If I ever get
out of here, I'll make sure he dies first Yoongi thought.
Suddenly Yoongi felt a sharp pain in his hair. Namjoon had made his way over to
him in the little time Yoongi wasn't paying attention and pulled him up by his
hair alone.
"Ah!" Yoongi screamed out loud as the grip tightened on his scalp. "Stop!"
Yoongi's yelled as his hands reached up to try and pry Namjoon's fist out of
his hair but it was no good. Namjoon had a painfully tight grip on top of his
head and he wasn't letting go for anything. He drug Yoongi across the living
room and dropped him to kneel next to Jungkook on the floor.
"Kookie I think you're wrong about are sweet Suga here, he's definitely not a
fast learner." Namjoon said while smiling down at the both of them. "Kookie I
want you to punch Suga in the face."
"Ma...master?" Kookie asked in a very pitiful tone. He started to back away
from Yoongi.
"Do it Kookie!" Namjoon ordered aggressively. Kookie knew better than to stall.
He looked over apologetically at Yoongi before swinging his fist into his
mouth.
Yoongi lay on the floor. He could taste blood coming out of his mouth, he
reached up to lips and when we took his hand away he could see bright blood in
his palm.
"I told you to keep your eyes on me," Namjoon said through narrow eyes. Yoongi
jaw was throbbing.
"Are you going to forget again?" Namjoon asked. Yoongi glared up at him from
the ground. He knew that Namjoon was getting off on this and nothing he said
was going to matter. He kept silent while looking back up at the blonde man
standing above him. "Well, maybe he hasn't learned Kookie, do it again."
Kookie looked down at Yoongi with defeat in his eyes. He mouthed the words 'I'm
sorry' before punching Yoongi again, this time on the other cheek.
The next time Yoongi opened his eyes he was sitting again in the love seat he
had sat in the first night when he watch Jin and Namjoon have sex. Namjoon must
have carried him here while he was knocked out. His vision was burry and he
fell in and out of consciousness several times after that. When he would
temporarily gain consciousness again, he could hear glimpses of Namjoon having
sex with Jungkook in the bed before him.
"Ah, Master..."
"Ah, Jungkookah, you are still so tight..,"
Jungkooks soft sweet moans flowed from his mouth. If Yoongi didn't know any
better he would of assumed that Kookie was enjoying it just has much as Namjoon
was.
"It's so big master,"
"Tell me how much you like daddy fucking you,"
"I love when you fuck me...ah....mmmm...I'm close daddy..."
"That's it baby, come for me..."
"Ah..i'm cumming daddy"
 
Yoongi could feel his head pounding while his eyes were still closed. He
listened to the sounds of Namjoon and Kookie breathing becoming lustful moans.
Yoongi's head was still spinning when he opened his eyes just in time to see
Namjoon cum in Jungkook. He had Kookie bent over the end of the bed and
Kookie's arms were laying flat above his head, sheets fisted in his hands. As
Najmoon pulled out he could see cum dripping out of Jungkooks hole and down his
legs. Namjoon gave Kookie last smack on the ass before telling him to go get
Jin down the hall to help bring Suga back down stairs. Kookie stood back up
slowly, wincing a little in pain from just being fucked by Namjoon.
"Yes, master," said Kookie he answered while making his way over to put his
clothes back on.
"Oh, and Jungkook...make sure he didn't lose any teeth..."
 
 
***Thanks for reading! Sorry the smut is at the end again. That's not my
intention it just happened that way the last two chapters. They will be even
split later down the chapters.***
***** “…make sure he didn’t lose any teeth…” *****
Chapter 4: "...make sure he didn't lose any teeth..."
Yoongi again woke up to the bright light that illuminated their dorm room. He
was getting pretty tired of waking up in pain and not knowing how he got there.
He saw some of the boys scurrying around the room getting their shoes on and
making their beds before they were to head downstairs. The previous night came
flooding back to him in spurts of flashes and he immediately ran to the
bathroom to check on his face.
As he walked closer to the bathroom mirrors at the sink station he could see
that both his cheeks were puffy and turning a bluish purple color again. He
softly touched one side and winced as pain shot through his entire jaw. I'll
never survive another day here, he thought. He tried to smile to make sure all
his teeth were in tact but as he pulled his lips apart his bruised lip cracked
and started to bleed again. From what Yoongi could see there weren't any
missing teeth but now he had to try and stop his bottom lip from dripping blood
all over the floor.
Yoongi grabbed some toilet paper from the bathroom stall and pressed it firmly
to his mouth. The pressure from holding the wad of paper there hurt more than
the punches he took the night before. Once he got the bleeding to stop he got
dressed in the outfit that Jimin again put out for him and headed to the
elevator with the group. After Tae had pushed the button to go down, Yoongi
started to think back at what had happened the night before. He was trying to
remember how he got back downstairs when Jimin brought him out of his thoughts.
"Yoongi Hyung," Again with the Hyung calling Yoongi thought. He studied the
younger boy’s concerned face. He had big dark brown eyes and pail skin. He was
probably around the same height if not 1 centimeter shorter than him.  It still
made him feel uncomfortable for these younger boys to be looking up to him,
especially since they barely knew him. It also brought another memory to his
head. He remembered how his little sister used to call him Oppa and how much he
used to look out for her. He suddenly wondered how she was and if she and his
mother were safe. He felt a twinge of sadness again and decided to block it out
of his mind for the moment.
"Hyung?" Jimin looked at Yoongi as he tried to get his attention again.
"Yes, sorry," Yoongi replied.
"Have you seen Jungkook? I thought he came back to the dorms with you last
night." Yoongi then looked around and realized that Jungook was in fact
missing.
"I'm sorry Jimin, I don't even remember going back to the dorms last night, I
assumed Jin or Jungkook brought me back down," He spoke carefully through his
newly cut lip. Jimin gave him a concerned look. He clearly just noticed the
bruises and swollen state of Yoongi's face. Tae looked over at Yoongi now too,
but the look he gave him was different than Jimin's. Tae's dark eyes studied
the puffiness in Yoongi's cheeks and the red stained lip he had. All in one
glace Taehyung's face told Yoongi that he had gone through something similar
before and that he was sorry Yoongi had to go through it too.
"I have some painkillers in my dresser if you need some," Tae offered to
Yoongi. Yoongi just nodded in return.
"Wait here, I'll fetch them," Tae said before walking back to the rooms
briefly. Hoseok was the next to speak.
"Maybe he just left early this morning. Jin likes to make surprise assignments
these days. One morning he forgot that Master Namjoon was having company over
for a business meeting. He woke me up at 4am to clean the living room and
rearrange the furniture!" Hosoek exclaimed with a grin. "Ah, Jin Hyung almost
lost his head that day!"
Tae returned quickly with two pills and a bottle of water. He handed them to
Yoongi who quickly popped the meds into his mouth and chugged them down with
the bottled liquid.
"Thank you," Yoongi stated appreciatively to Taehyung. Hoseok turned to Jimin
once more.
"Ah, Jiminshi! I almost forgot, Happy birthday!" Hopie said to Jimin. Jimin
looked as if he had forgotten it was his birthday too.
"Ah, thank you Hyung," Jimin replied to Hoseok. He forced a smile but Yoongi
could tell he was still concerned on the whereabouts of Jungkook. The elevator
arrived sometime after and the group headed down to the kitchen as usual.
"5th floor..."
Once all of them had exited the elevator, they headed over to the kitchen where
Jin was cooking once more.
"Happy birthday Jiminshi!" Jin exclaimed while holding a small cupcake with one
single candle on it. "Blow it out and make a wish!" Jimin, who was not
interested in making wishes at the moment, briefly closed his eyes and blew the
fire out on the small cake in Jin's hands.
"I'm baking you a cake for this evening Jimin, you may eat this cupcake after
you've had breakfast as an extra treat," Jin said while placing the cupcake
down in front of him. Jin had made one of Jimin's favorites again, Vietnamese
crepes made out of egg four stuffed with vegetables and pork shoulder. Namjoon
had brought some home one day from one of his clients and Jimin had practically
eaten the entire batch, raving about how delicious it was.
"Come everyone have a seat," Jin said while starting to plate the crepes on
individual plates. The four of them sat down in the stools around the breakfast
bar. Jimin was nervously fiddling with his hands in his lap. As Jin finished
putting the last crepe on the fifth plate he looked up with a puzzled
expression as he realized one of the boys was missing.
"Where is Jungkookah?" Jin questioned out loud. The silence that followed was
deafening. The four boys all stole glances at each other not wanting to say
anything, but they knew they had to respond soon or else Jin would become
angrier.
Just as Hoseok opened his mouth to speak the seductive voice from the elevator
announced that someone arriving.
"5TH floor..." She chimed once more and everyone's head turned to look and see
who was exiting. Yoongi watched as Jungkook made his way over to the kitchen.
He face was stern and his eyes were locked on the floor as he walked across the
room. The air was so still, you could hear every one of Kookie's footsteps ring
louder than a stampede of elephants. Jin's face potrayed a mixture of shock and
rage as he looked down at Kookie with the last plate of food still in his
hands.
"I'm sorry for being late Hyung," Kookie said with his head down.
"Where were you," Jin said through pursed lips. Jungkook still didn't face Jin;
he looked almost embarrassed as he caressed his right arm with his left hand.
He continued to look at the floor as he spoke his next sentence.
"I was with Namjoon," He replied so quietly you could barely hear him. Yoongi
could see the veins starting to move in Jin’s neck. He looked as if someone had
stabbed him in the back with a butcher knife.
"How is that possible? I escorted you down here with Yoongi last night. How did
you happen to get back up to the suite without a key?" He questioned through
gritted teeth. You could almost taste the poison in his words. Jungkook still
didn't look up from the floor, maybe he was too afraid to look Jin in the eyes
because he knew his next words would hurt Jin.
Yoongi observed the tension in the room again. Almost all the boys except for
him had their heads down, avoiding eye contact with Jin. They seemed to be
afraid of the outcome if they were to lock eyes with him in his enraged state.
"Master Namjoon came back down after you went back upstairs. He wanted me to
spend the night with him," Jungkook stated while still avoiding eye contact
still. Yoongi was confused as to what the problem was. Namjoon technically
owned all of his slaves and had the power to do whatever he wanted. Why was Jin
so mad about something he couldn't control? Yoongi tried to rack his brain
around the reason for Jin's sudden outburst. A thought quickly flashed across
Yoongi's mind; Jealousy.
"Well...," Jin said without another word to Kookie, "eat up everyone, we have
chores to get done before Jimin's birthday dinner. Jimin you look hungry today,
I'm glad I made an extra plate." Jin set the plate that was originally for
Jungkook in front of Jimin's first plate. Jimin looked up at Jin confused.
"Aniyo Hyung, one plate is enough for me." He tried to say but Jin ignored him
and went to the back counter to grab aprons and hand towels.
"Don't be silly, birthday boy! There's more than enough for seconds today." Jin
said while passing out their attire for the day. Yoongi saw a grin start to
creep on to Jin's face. He looked happy with his decision to starve Kookie as
punishment. Yoongi felt sorry for the young maknae. He really was a good kid
but he just couldn't win in this situation. Yoongi knew Jimin was smart enough
to not push Jin further on the obvious cruel decision. He just managed to thank
Jin for the second plate.
"Well, what are you all waiting for, dig in!" Jin stated. All the boys except
Jungkook quickly picked up their forks and started to eat the crepes. Yoongi's
mouth again was met with delicious flavors all dancing around on his tongue. It
was a hard concept for him to hate the person who made such good food. It was
something he didn't know how to feel about. Jin stood in front of all the boys
with a happy grin; enjoying every moment of the torture he was putting Kookie
through. Surely Jimin will give Kookie his plate when Jin leaves, Yoongi
thought. As they all neared finishing their breakfast, Jimin finishing his
first plate, Jin still hadn't left.
"Yoongi and Jimin will be on the 1st floor today, Hopie 2nd, Tae 3rd, Jungkook
4th." Jin said as casually as if it was any other day. "I'd like to remind you
all to please stick to your assigned floors," he added after. Jin wanted to
make it quite clear that there would be no helping Jungkook clean the pool
today. Yoongi stole a glance at Jungkook whose head was still lowered. He eyed
the food left on Jimin's second plate and licked his lips in hunger.
"Jiminshi, I know you still have room left in that large stomach of yours.
Please, eat," Jin said in a chipper voice. Jimin put on his best fake smile and
rubbed his stomach with his left hand.
"Ah hyung, thank you but I'm so full already," Jimin tried to convince Jin.
Yoongi knew Jin wouldn't buy into it. Jin's smile faded fast and he eyes locked
on to Jimin's.
"Eat.."
Jimin picked up his fork again and started to eat away at his second crepe. It
wasn't until Jimin had taken the last bite that Jin was finally satisfied.
“Okay, off to your chores boys,” Jin said in the happiest tone.
 As the five of them made their way to the elevator Jin called out one last
reminder.
"Dinner is at 5pm sharp. Don't be late..."
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The chores for the 1st floor ballroom were really no different than the
previous suites except for waxing the floors. It took Jimin and Yoongi the
entire day to cover the entire floor from top to bottom: dusting, sweeping,
wiping windows, and removing trash. Jimin told Yoongi that he didn't want
anything out of place because Jin was in the mood to punish people. Later that
evening before dinner Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hopie sat at the table at 4:
45pm. They made sure to be on time today.
"Where is Kookie?" Jimin asked nervously. He was searching for Kookie ever
since he got back to the 5th floor and he was frantic to think he would be
late.
"I'm sure he'll be here Jiminshi, try to relax," Hopie said while looking
nervous himself. Besides Yoongi, he was the second oldest of them all and he
tried to be optimistic about everything. He rubs small circles on Jimin's neck
to comfort the younger boy.
"I can't believe Jin is doing this to him," He said while fiddling with his
fingers again. "Jungkookah has always been obedient. He's always respected his
elders. Why is he being punished for something he couldn't help?" Yoongi could
hear the frustration in Jimin's voice. He really seemed to care about the
maknae a lot. Yoongi looked over to Tae sitting next to him. He had the same
demeanor as usual, strong and silent but always observing everyone. Yoongi
wondered if Tae felt like an outsider still like he did.
"5th floor," the elevator chimed. Jin walked out of the elevator and over to
the kitchen to check on the oven.
"Hoseokah please help me bring the food to the table," Jin called from the
kitchen. Hoseok complied and helped Jin bring heaps of food over to the large
dinner table. Yoongi watched as multiple plates of side dishes were brought
over, along with two huge bowls of rice and an arrangement of Korean meats.
After the table was set and all the food was laid out Jin instructed everyone
to dig in. Jimin looked over at Jin with concerned eyes. Everyone at the table
knew the question on his mind.
"Hyung, shoudn't we wait for Jungkook?" Jimin asked Jin. Jin didn't even stop
eating as he replied to Jimin.
"Jungkook did a very poor job of cleaning the 4th floor today. He is finishing
up the spots that he missed," Jin said so casually, an outsider looking in
wouldn't have guessed any foul play. "Besides, he told me he wasn't hungry a
few minutes ago. He had a big lunch," Jin finished and stuffed another piece of
meat into his mouth. Yoongi had had enough. He could feel his blooding boiling
all the way up to his eyes. Everyone knew Jungkook didn’t have any lunch. Jin
was being so cruel for no reason other than the fact that he couldn't handle
Namjoon sharing his bed with another person.
"Really?" Yoongi asked in a sour tone towards Jin. Yoongi suddenly felt a swift
kick under the table. The kick shocked him and he looked over to see Tae
looking him dead in the eyes. He slightly shook his head 'No' just enough for
Yoongi to see it but for Jin to miss it. Yoongi glanced back over at Jin,
decided to heed Tae's warning and pretended to clear his throat.
“Really…?” Jin questioned Yoongi.
"This food, it’s really good Jin," Yoongi tried to clear up but Jin already
knew. Jin's smile spread wide on his face as he went back to eating.
"Why thank you Suga," Jin replied. Suga. The name rolled around in Yoongi's
ears as his blood began to boil again. Jin was used to getting his way, he knew
exactly what to say to get under people's skin and make them yield to him.
Yoongi had to bite the inside of his cheek so hard to stop himself from saying
anything to Jin. As they're meal was coming to a close the elevator chimed
again. This time Jungkook walked out of the elevator, looking exhausted and
starved.
"Jungkook," Jimin exclaimed. Jin's eyes narrowed as the youngest made his way
over to the table. All eyes were on him as he made his way over to the farthest
chair from Jin. Jungkook started to grab a serving spoon to plate himself
dinner when he was suddenly interrupted by Jin.
"Jungkookah, you are filthy. Go upstairs and wash up immediately," Jin said,
clearly giving the boy another reason not to eat. Kookie, whose expression
dropped again only nodded in response before rising up to leave. Yoongi closed
his eyes, trying to calm down his breathing. He opened just in time to see
Jimin's eyes follow Jungkook to the elevator before he disappeared.
They ate the rest of their dinner in silence. Jin eventually brought out the
cake and everyone was forced to sing. Jimin really was a trooper; he even put
on a fake smile when he blew out the candles. Jin cut the cake and put a piece
in front of everyone. Yoongi wasn't in the mood for anymore more food but he
knew that he had to eat it. Again, it was the most delicious cake he had ever
eaten in his life, yet he wished it had tasted like cardboard so that he could
hate it.
After all the plates were brought to the sink and put away Jin made the
announcement about Namjoon's orders.
"Tonight, Jimin, Hoseok and Yoongi will go up to Namjoon's suite. You have one
hour before I come back up and get you three," Jin said.
"Ne, hyung," Hoseok replied for all of them. They started to gather by the
elevator once again to return to the dorms.
Once up on the 6th floor, Jimin bee lined straight for the bedroom to find
Kookie. When Yoongi reached the rooms with Hoseok and Tae they were met with
Jimin sitting next to Kookie on Kookie's bed. Jungkook was already curled up in
his bed sheets and Jimin was rubbing his back. Soft sniffles could be heard
coming from Jungkook.
"Hopie, do you have any snacks hidden?" Jimin asked. Hoseok thought for a
moment before a grin appeared on his face.
"Yes, I hid some last week!" He beamed before running over to his dresser. He
grabbed what looked like a box of crackers and handed it to Kookie to eat. The
younger boy quickly opened the box and began to shovel food into his mouth.
Yoongi did not usual feel sympathy for most people but he couldn't help but
feel sorry for the maknae today. At that moment he decided he was not going
anywhere tonight. Let them hurt me, he thought. Yoongi couldn't care less
anymore.
After some time, Jimin and Hoseok started to gather their PJ's and were heading
to the showers to get ready.
"Yoongi, aren't you coming to shower?" Hoseok asked. Yoongi still didn't plan
on going but he decided that he did want to shower after a hard days work so he
stood up and followed the two boys to the showers.
Once there, the three of them picked a different section of the showers to bath
in. Jimin choose the far left, Hoseok the middle, and Yoongi in the far right
corner. Yoongi appreciated that even though they were clearly exposed to each
other, the boys tried to uphold some sort of privacy. He turned the nob and
played around until he found the perfect mixture of hot and cold water. Yoongi
let the water stream over his hair and run down his back. He wished he could
stay in this moment forever. He wanted the water to wash away the situation he
was in but if it couldn't he was happy just to relax under the hot water for a
moment.
Yoongi reached for the soap dispenser on the wall and started to lather up his
body. He winced in pain as he passed over an old cut from the first day he was
kidnapped. He was listening to Jimin and Hoseok talk about something related to
how Jimin's older brother used to throw cold water on him in the shower as a
kid. Yoongi realized he didn't know how Hoseok and Jimin came to live in this
house. He suddenly felt the need to ask but he told himself to wait until they
were at least clothed.
After the three had finished showering they started to dry off and put their
pink silk pajamas on. Yoongi wondered why they always went upstairs in PJ. Why
didn't Jin have a separate uniform for meeting Namjoon? Yoongi shivered and
decided he was happy to not have another silly outfit to wear.
As he dried off his hair he worked up the courage to ask the two boys the
burning question on his mind.
"When did you two arrive to the house?" Yoongi asked out loud. Jimin was
buttoning up his shirt while he responded to his question.
"Let’s see, so I'm 21 as of today so that means I've been here three years
now." He replied simply. Yoongi calculated he was around 18 when he first
arrived. Another young one for Namjoon to play with Yoongi thought. Hoseok
answered right after.
"Just two years," Hoseok replied while sticking a leg in the pant hole.
"How did you end up here," Yoongi asked next. Hoseok was the first to respond
this time.
"Jin found me in the market one day. I was going from store to store dropping
off job applications. My mother raised us as a single parent. She lost her job
a few years back and had recently become ill at that time. Our family fell onto
hard times then. We didn't have any money left so she wasn't able to pay the
rent for our house for months. I wanted to help the family and keep our house
and help pay for her medical bills. Jin told me that Namjoon was a very kind
man and that he would talk to him about a job. He didn't specify at the time
what kind of job but Namjoon called me a few days later and told me that if I
was to live here and stay with him he would watch over my family and take care
of my mother and younger brother for me." Hoseok face was still bright as he
relayed the sad story.
"I'm so thankful to Namjoon for helping my family. I owe him everything. If it
wasn't for him my mother's cancer wouldn't be treated and she would have passed
away shortly, leaving my brother and I homeless." Hopie stated. Yoongi hated
everything Namjoon stood for, yet he couldn't deny that Hoseok seemed to have
gotten the better trade than the rest of them. He wondered if Namjoon kept his
word. How would Hoseok even know they were ok if he wasn't able to see them
Yoongi thought. He looked back towards Jimin for his story next.
"Um..." Jimin stated. Yoongi knew his story would not sound happy like
Hoseok's. Jimin continued after a moment.
"My older brother is named Kyung Park. He's a family man and loves his family
very much. He always teased me growing up. He told me I was short and naive to
the world," Jimin almost laughed as he remembered his brother.
"Um, he used to work for Namjoon. I'm not quite sure what he did exactly but I
do know what happened wasn't my brother's fault. Kyung told me some gang kids
robbed him one night and they took Namjoon's entire shipment of product he was
selling. I think it may have been drugs but again, I'm not 100% sure." Jimin
soft face was still as he retold the story. Yoongi was now brushing his teeth
while staring at the younger boys in front of him.
"I remember Namjoon coming to our house one night. I was living with Kyung, his
wife and her two daughters back then. He came and had his men lock up the girls
and me. He then took Kyung to the den. He beat him pretty badly that night; I
can still remember his eyes were swollen shut," Jimin said while staring off at
the floor. "A man in a suit eventually came and grabbed me from the back room
and brought me to the den. I was pretty scared at that time. All I can remember
is Namjoon saying that Kyung needed to pay him back and that he was he was
going to take me as interest payment. He also said if Kyung ever came looking
for me he would skin his wife and kids alive..."
After Jimin ended his sentence Yoongi felt the need to say something to the
younger.
"I'm sorry Jimin, that sounds awful,"Yoongi replied. Jimin gave a sad smile and
nodded.
"It's ok, I'm happy they are safe, and I'm happy living here. Namjoon gives us
very nice things and takes care of us well. The first year here was hard for me
but Jungkookah helped me a lot. He always can see the bright side of things
when it comes to Namjoon." Jimin stated as he gathered up his dirty laundry and
stuffed it into the basket that had his name on it.
Yoongi nodded back in response. Just then Hoseok made a comment about the
baskets.
"Ah, when in Jin hyung going to the laundry? Our baskets are starting to over
flow," Hopie stated while dumping his dirty laundry into his already full
basket. 
"Maybe he's been too busy," Jimin replied to him. Yoongi followed the two boys
and threw his old clothes into his basket before making his way back out to the
living room with them.
As promised, Jin came to get them in exactly one hour's time. Hoseok and Jimin
lined up to follow Jin downstairs but Yoongi didn't move from his spot on the
couch.
"Yoongi, let's go," Jin demanded. Yoongi just glared at him before responding
with a very direct 'no'. Jin's smile crept back on to his lips. He simply
turned on his heel and stated 'fine' before taking the two boys to the
elevator. Before they left, Jimin gave Yoongi a concerned look. Once the three
of them were gone, Tae who was still on the couch beside Yoongi turned to face
him.
"You shouldn't have said that," Tae said while looking at him. Yoongi looked at
his dark demeanor again before replying.
"I don't care anymore. They can beat me until I'm black and blue every day,"
Yoongi responded.
"Look, I know how you feel. I really do, but Namjoon loves to break people
down. He enjoys this time period with a new slave more than other time." Tae's
dark eyes confidently stared straight into Yoongi's.
"Well, I'm still standing, it can't be anything I can't handle," Yoongi stated.
Tae eyes became even more serious now.
"I may look like I've just given up and accepted my fate, but I assure you I
didn't. I saw the worst of what Namjoon is capable of and I'm telling you it's
not a path you want to head down." Tae must be talking about his partner Seung
HyunYoongi thought. Yoongi didn't know what else to say to Tae, he had already
made his mind up and was going to have to deal with the consequences later.
"6th floor," the elevator chimed.
Yoongi and Tae stood up as the sound of the elevator told them someone was
entering their floor. Yoongi knew in his gut whoever it was came looking for
him. Two men exited the elevator, both dressed in black suits with fancy shoes
and radio earpieces in their ears. These must be Namjoon's men he thought. They
both grabbed Yoongi aggressively and dragged him towards the elevator.
"Get off of me!" Yoongi yelled but as soon as he said it a piece of white cloth
was placed on his mouth and Yoongi instantly felt sleepy as his body went limp.
Yoongi woke up in a chair where his arms and legs were strapped in. He
recognized the room instantly; it was where he first woke up in Namjoon's home.
In his mouth he could feel a leather strap that tied his head to the back of
the headrest. The two men that had captured him from the 6th floor were
standing by the hallway entrance where Jin and Jungkook had first appeared.
Yoongi tried to look around but his head was stuck looking forward at the two
men.
"Good, the chloroform has worn off." Yoongi could hear what appeared to be
Jin's voice behind him. Jin stepped in to Yoongi's view and smiled down at him.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you really are stubborn aren't you Suga?" Jin asked him. Yoongi
glared up at Jin from his seated position. "Let's get this over with. Namjoon
has instructed me to give you a little lesson in obeying his orders." Jin
stated.
"Let me make this easy for you to understand. The next time you disobey
Namjoon, he will personally be the one to discipline you." As Jin finished his
sentence he started to walk over to Yoongi and reached for his pants. Yoongi
automatically started to try and wriggle free from Jin's invasive hands but
failed miserably. Jin pulled down Yoongi's silk PJ bottoms all the way to his
ankles. Yoongi watch in horror as Jin then proceeded to reach into his boxers
and grab his genitals. Jin face was inches away from Yoongi's as he smiled with
his sinister face. Yoongi felt helpless. He couldn't move away from Jin's cold
touch. He felt violated as Jin's hand tried to start jacking off his limp dick.
Yoongi was happy that his body did not respond to Jin's advances, he would have
hated himself more if it did.
"Hmm, no fun," Jin stated. He then grabbed the sides of Yoongi's boxers and
pulled them down to his ankles along with his pants. Yoongi was mortified. His
bottom half lay naked in front of three men, two of which he didn't know. His
face started to feel hot and he knew he was turning red.
"Don't feel embarrassed Suga, besides you aren't going to enjoy this one bit,"
Jin stated as he walked around to the back wall behind Yoongi. He could hear
Jin dragging something closer to where his chair was. When Jin came back he had
what looked like jumper cables in his hands, which connected to some sort of
electrical box. Yoongi swallowed hard as he started to image what it was going
to be used for. Jin started to advance with the two jumper cables in his hand.
"Don't move, I don't want to break any skin now," Jin said to him. Yoongi could
only watch fear as he connected each clamp to each of his testicles. He
squeezed his eyes shut as pain shot in between his legs. He let out a loud
scream as Jin walked back over to the machine that was now connected to his
balls. The pain emanating from his testicles was making his vision go white.
Yoongi suddenly felt the need to vomit.
"So, will Suga obey Master Namjoon from now on?" Jin asked Yoongi while holding
a device with a switch on it. Yoongi couldn't even see straight let alone reply
through the gag. He tried to focus on his breathing to alleviate the nausea.
Jin looked down at Yoongi waiting for a reply. When none was given he spoke
again.
"No reply, okay, round one, " Jin said and flipped the switch. A volt of
electricity shot through Yoongi's testicles making his entire body quiver from
being electrocuted. Yoongi involuntarily clamped his sore jaw shut on the
leather strap and let out a muffled scream. When Jin finally turned off the
switch Yoongi body went limp. He sat breathing heavily through his nose and
felt the vomit in his stomach start to climb up his throat. He opened his eyes
and was met by Jin smiling down at him, loving every moment of this torture.
"It usually takes people much longer to get in this chair Yoongi but you've
broken the record in just three days," Jin exclaimed. "Even Taehyung lasted at
least one month before he ever visited this room." Jin started to draw a circle
with his finger around the switch in his hand. He was clearly toying him
Yoongi.
"Again, will you obey Master Namjoon from now on?" Jin asked. Yoongi looked up
at him and nodded. Yoongi wanted to make a stand, but he couldn't stomach the
pain anymore. Jin was only going to continue until he heard what he wanted to
hear. Jin smiled down again at him.
"Sorry, couldn't hear you Suga," He said before flipping the switch again. The
jolt of electricity surged through Yoongi's testicles once more. The pain was
worse than the first shock. Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut as another
involuntary scream came out of his mouth. This time Jin let it last longer than
the first one. When it finally turned off tears were streaming down Yoongi's
face and bile had reached the back of his throat.
The pain of the tight clamps crushing his balls were also adding to the
torment. Yoongi started to pray that Jin wouldn't continue to do this all
night. Yoongi knew he couldn't handle it. On a scale of 1-10 the pain level was
already at a 9. This was by far the most painful experience he had ever gone
through in his life. He didn't even care about the two men staring at him now;
he just wanted this to be over.
Jin laughed at Yoongi who had his eyes squeezed shut and was trying to take in
air.
"I'm glad you're learning early on about how things work around here. Saves me
a lot of time and grief later. All you have to do is follow the rules Yoongi
and we can all live in peace." Jin said. "Once again, will you obey Namjoon
from now on?" He asked.
Yoongi still couldn't mouth words but he tried his best to belt out 'Yes!'. Jin
just chuckled again.
"Sorry, I still couldn't hear you..."
 
 
 
***Sorry for the late update, I've been very busy these past days. Hope to
update the next part soon.***
***** “Sorry, I still couldn’t hear you…” *****
Chapter 5: “Sorry, I still couldn’t hear you…”
 
            Yoongi’s head hung low as he felt the two men in suits lift him
from the chair where Jin had electrocuted him. His legs felt weak underneath
him as he tried to stand. The two men held most of his body weight for him but
Yoongi could no longer find the strength to stay upright. His legs collapsed
underneath him and he fell to his knees. The constant pain pulsing in his groin
was unbearable. Yoongi had thrown up 3 times during the torture session and was
now covered in the remainder of Jin’s dinner and birthday cake.
            “Take him to Namjoon,” Yoongi heard Jin say to the men holding him
up. He was practically at a dead weight now. He felt his feet drag on the floor
as he was taken out of the torture room and drug down the dark hallway.
            When the two men finally arrived at Namjoon’s suite, they all but
dumped Yoongi on the couch by the fireplace and left without a word. Yoongi,
still in pain and covered in vomit had his eyes closed shut as he tried to deal
with the pain from his testicles. He could hear footsteps approaching him but
he didn’t dare look up to see who it was.
            “My poor, sweet Suga,” Yoongi heard Namjoon say. He felt a hand
start to run through his hair softly, almost soothing his pain. A hand came up
under his chin and forced his head back.
            “Disobedience is not allowed in this house. I’m sorry that Jin had
to do that,” Namjoon said sweetly. “Please be a good boy from now on.”
             Yoongi didn’t need to open his eyes to know that Namjoon had a
smirk on his face. He could hear it in his tone.  He slowly tried to open his
eyes to look up at Namjoon. When his vision cleared he could see Namjoon
smiling down at him, two figures were standing in the far background on the
floor. Yoongi scanned over to see Jimin and Hoseok sitting on their knees on
the floor with thick black collars around their necks and only boxer-briefs on.
            “You smell like shit. Go take a shower quickly in my bathroom. I’ll
have Jin get you some new clothes,” Namjoon stated. Yoongi looked over to the
left of the grand four-post bed to where the bathroom door entrance was. He
really didn’t think he could make it there. He was weak and on the verge of
vomiting again.
            “Hurry up,” Namjoon said. He looked down at Yoongi, waiting for him
to attempt to move. He must love this, Yoongi thought. He must love seeing
people in this weak state. What Tae had told him earlier that evening ran
across his mind.
 
            “…Namjoon loves to break people down. He enjoys this time period
with a new slave more than other time…”
           Yoongi knew he wanted to watch him struggle. He glared up at Namjoon
as he tried to stand up. His shaky legs were wobbling out of control as he
tried his best to straighten all the way up. He glared straight into Namjoon’s
eyes as he rose from the couch.  The tall blonde headed man was grinning down
at Yoongi with a sly smile.
            “You have 15 minute,” Namjoon said. Yoongi could tell by his tone
that he was counting.  He started to take a step forward with much effort.
Yoongi could feel pain pulsing from his groin with every step he took. By the
fifth step his legs were trembling again and the next step he took landed him
on the ground once more.
            “You now have 14 minutes. Remember what I just told you about
disobedience.”
                Yoongi looked over towards Hoseok and Jimin who both just gave
him pathetic stares. He knew there was nothing either of them could do. They
were both so well trained anyways; Yoongi knew they would never interfere.
Yoongi mustered up the courage to fight through the pain has he stood back up
again. He didn’t last much longer before he ended back up on the floor.
            “I don’t care if you walk or crawl but you better be finished in 13
minutes Suga,” Namjoon spat. For the first time since Yoongi arrived at the
house he started to feel real fear. If Namjoon could torture him earlier and
was ready to do so again, Yoongi couldn’t imagine what sick punishment lay
ahead.  He didn’t think he would be able to live through anymore today. He
gathered up all the strength he had left in his body and started to crawl as
fast as he could towards the bathroom door. Once he reached the opening he
stomach dropped. He could see what looked like a large room, glistening in
gold. There was not only a soak in tub, but also a stand in shower in the far
left corner. The two walls in the corner were only made of glass, giving you a
nice view of the city from the large soak in tub. How will get myself into the
shower, he thought.
           
            Yoongi crawled with all his might over to glass shower door. He
grabbed the door handle and tried to holster himself up using the handle. He
didn’t even bother to undress out of his vomit-ridden pajamas first before
entering. He swung open the door and hobbled inside. From there he tried to
figure out the knobs as quickly as he could. He was losing strength fast while
standing and eventually plopped his hand up on the wall to steady himself. He
turned the first knob he saw which made the shower blast out ice-cold water on
him. He quickly turned on the second knob hoping to counter balance the
freezing water spewing out at him. He noticed that the water was actually
coming from the showerhead front of him, but also there were two more spouts
straight above his head and to his back.
 
            Yoongi was not surprised when the water instantly turned warm.
Namjoon did have enough money to have the best of the best. That included the
best and fastest heating system as well. Yoongi carefully peeled off his
soaking clothes. He remembered that he needed to finish in less than 10 minutes
now. He frantically searched around the shower until he found what looked like
shampoo and body wash. He tried his best to clean up fast but his heart sank as
he heard a voice coming from the doorway.
            “Here are your clothes,” Jin said as he placed them on the counter.
“You have 5 minutes left.”
Yoongi watched as Jin’s silhouette exited the bathroom. He turned the water off
and grabbed the white towel hanging outside the shower door. It was the softest
towel could Yoongi had ever touched with his body. It almost felt like clouds
were drying him off. He dressed quickly and hobbled back out into the living
room.
            “Three…two…one…wow Suga, I’m impressed.” Namjoon stated while
looking at his watch. “That’s the good boy I was looking for, now let’s have
some fun. Since it’s Jimin’s birthday I’ve invited him to help you observe. He
deserves a treat for being such a good boy on his special day don’t you think
Suga?” Yoongi just nodded in response.
            “Come again?” Namjoon asked. Yoongi swallowed hard. He was nervous
and didn’t want to upset him anymore tonight.
            “Yes,” Yoongi stuttered out.
            “Yes…. what?” Namjoon stated, clearing looking for a specific
answer. Yoongi looked to Jimin who was now on his knees next to Namjoon’s leg
by the edge of the four-post bed. Yoongi watched his face as Jimin mouth the
word ‘master’ to him.
            “Yes master,” Yoongi replied. A part of him died as he said the
word master. He couldn’t believe he was actually calling this son of a bitch
that. Yoongi closed his eyes for a brief moment while he tired to swallow his
pride.
            “Good boy, but eyes on me,” Namjoon said. Yoongi swallowed again.
Namjoon was holding leashes that now connected to both the collars wrapped
around Jimin and Hoseok’s necks. One hand was holding the leashes, while the
other hand was running through Hoseoks hair caressing his scalp. Hoseok even
looked like he was enjoying the massage. His eyes kept fluttering closed and
his lips were parted slightly.
            “Come Yoongi, I know you’ve had a rough day, come sit down,”
Namjoon cooed as he motioned to the familiar couch in front of his bed.
            Yoongi slowly made his way over love seat and sat down. Namjoon’s
face lit up as Yoongi obeyed.
 
            “Since I have both Jimin and Hoseok for tonight, I’m cutting your
observation this week short. You will have one last day tomorrow to observe and
then your formal training begins. First things first, I would like to take care
of the birthday boy, Hoseok please try to make Suga feel comfortable over
there,” Namjoon said as he sat back on his bed dragging Jimin up with him.
Hoseok crawled on all fours over to Yoongi and positioned himself at Yoongi’s
feet, in between his legs. Hoseok stared up at Yoongi while handing him the end
iof his leash, giving over the control Namjoon once had.
            “Give Yoongi a blow job,” Namjoon ordered. Yoongi’s breathing
hitched. He didn’t want any guy to suck his dick, especially not after what
happened earlier. Hoseok looked up at Yoongi from the floor and just flashed
him a big smile. He started to reach for Yoongi’s waistband but Yoongi quickly
stopped him. Hoseok looked back up at Yoongi was a concerned look in his face.
Yoongi could feel the heat rising up to his cheeks again. He really wasn’t
mentally prepared for this; he didn’t think he was going to be participating
tonight. This must be part of the punishment, he thought.
            He glanced over at Namjoon who was busy with Jimin on top of him.
He was being straddled on the bed but it was different than when Jin was on top
of him. Jimin was more aggressive and in control it seemed. He quickly watched
as Jimin planted aggressive kisses down Namjoon’s neck. The blonde man entwined
his fingers into Jimin’s hair before pulling his head back. Jimin let out a
gasp that sounded in between a cry of pain and a cry of pleasure. Jimin then
grabbed the same hand that held his hair and forced both of Namjoon’s hands
above his blonde head. He locked both Namjoon’s wrist in place with his left
hand and with his right he reached a palm into Namjoon’s black jogger pants and
started to grope him. Yoongi found it odd that Namjoon gave up his power so
easily to Jimin. He has always been the dominant person with Jin and Jungkook
so far but this must be Jimin’s position; to dominate. Jimin would be the best
candidate Yoongi thought has he scanned all of Jimin’s back muscles flexing. He
was young but he was built thick and clearly worked out a lot.
 
            As the scene played before him Yoongi glanced back down at Hoseok
who was patiently waiting for Yoongi to remove his hands. He looked back up to
Namjoon who now was staring at him and Hoseok at the couch and Yoongi knew he
had run out of time to be shy. He swallowed the big lump again in his throat
and removed his hands from his lap. Hoseok’s face lit up again as he went to
spring Yoongi’s cock free. He could see Namjoon crack a smile as he saw that
Yoongi had given in to his will.
 
            Hoseok hands were warm as he pulled out Yoongi’s limp and lifeless
cock. His balls were so swollen that they made his member look ten times
smaller than it actually was. Hopie’s soft hands started to try to bring some
life into Yoongi dick. He tried to jack Yoongi off for a bit but when nothing
happened he decided just to go for the blowjob. Yoongi couldn’t turn away as he
watch Hoseok’s mouth inch closer to his cock. As soon as his mouth was around
the tip of the head Yoongi’s entire body shivered involuntarily. He didn’t know
whether it was a good or bad shiver just yet. He observed the feeling of his
warm wet mouth sucking him in and out. His breathing hitched without his
knowledge.
            “That’s it Hopie, suck him good,” Namjoon stated between moans of
his own. Jimin mouth was also working on Namjoon’s balls now, licking and
sucking each one into his mouth one at a time. Namjoon’s hands were laced in
Jimin’s black hair, while Jimin passionately caressed his thighs. His eye’s
still burned into Yoongi’s.
            As Hoseok continued to suck on Yoongi’s cock, Yoongi realized his
limp dick was now half hard. The embarrassment burned into Yoongi’s skin. He
hated how Namjoon had his sick eyes on him, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling
of Hoseok’s wet mouth working his member. He was doing thing’s Yoongi didn’t
even realized he liked. He felt Hoseok run his tongue under the head of his
cock and another shudder ran through his body. Without being aware, Yoongi’s
breathing had now become heavy with his chest rising and falling fast.
Something deep down inside of him was starting to build and he wasn’t sure if
he should stop it or go with it. He could feel his eyelids grow heavy and felt
the need to close them momentarily but he knew better than to do so. He fought
the heavy lids as Hoseok started to use his right hand to aid in pleasuring
him.
            Jimin was now laying in-between Namjoon’s legs and was kissing the
blonde man below him on the bed. Namjoon’s legs were slightly spread apart as
Jimin started to grind his hips down on the older man. Namjoon pulled away from
Jimin’s mouth and he bit his lip instantly as Yoongi watched Jimin stick his
hand back into Namjoon’s pants. He could see Jimin aggressively jacking him off
now. Namjoon arched his back and had his eyes squeezed shut.
            “Ah, not yet, Jiminshi” He said as he pushed the younger boy off of
him. Jimin instantly kneeled back down by the foot of the bed again. “I want
you to fuck Hoseok next,” He stated.
            After Hoseok heard his name he immediately stopped sucking on
Yoongi’s cock and stood up. Jimin stood as well and they both met each other
half way in the center between the couch and the bed. Yoongi looked down at his
throbbing member and saw that he was fully hard now. If Hoseok would have
continued any longer he would of cum right there in his mouth. Yoongi didn’t
know how to feel about that. He still has never been with a guy or thought
about a guy in that way, yet his cock responded just the same as if a woman had
touched him. He didn’t know if that made him gay or not but he told himself
he’d push the matter to the side for now. He had to pay attention to what was
going on, just in case Namjoon had more tricks up his sleeve.
            Yoongi watched as Jimin grabbed Hoseok’s neck and started to kiss
him hard. He reached in between them and started to play with Hopie’s now hard
dick. Loud moan’s escaped Hoseok’s lips as they continued to make out with each
other. His cries only grew louder as Jimin continued.
            “Jimin I want you get him ready for me,” Namjoon ordered. He wanted
to divert his eyes away from the scene before him but he dare not piss Namjoon
off anymore tonight.
           He watched as Hoseok proceeded to pull his boxers all the way off.
He stepped out of his underwear and left it on the ground by his feet. Yoongi
then watched as Hoseok turned so that his back was facing towards Jimin. He
watched the shorter of the two put his hands up to Hoseok’s back and start to
rub and massage him sensually. Jimin snaked his right hand up the front of
Hoseok’s abdomen as he planted soft kissed on the back of his shoulder blades.
Hoseok’s head instantly dropped back exposing his throat while a soft moan
escaped his lips. Yoongi couldn’t help but think that if Namjoon and him
weren’t in the room, it would seem like these two were actually lovers. All of
them were great at convincing Yoongi that they actually enjoyed all the stuff
Namjoon put them through.
            As Jimin’s continued to caress Hoseok’s body in a sensual dance,
Yoongi stole a glance at Namjoon. To Yoongi’s horror Namjoon was lying on his
bed, propped up on his elbows, staring directly in his directions. He really
was taking advantage of Yoongi’s discomfort. Yoongi bit his lip nervously and
instinctively went to cover his body with his arms.
            “I can’t wait until I can bite that lip Suga,” Namjoon’s words came
pouring out of that sickly sweet mouth. As Yoongi pulled his lip out of the
grip of his top teeth he glared over at Namjoon who was studying him. To his
surprise Namjoon just smiled at winked at him from his spot on the bed.
            “Pay attention,” He barked at Yoongi once more. Yoongi hard
expression only hardened more as he was forced to look back to the pair’s
steamy foreplay session.
 
            Jimin’s hand slowly moved up Hoseok’s chest until his palm rested
on his throat. He then proceeded to tighten his grip on Hopie’s neck, cutting
off his air supply only enough to show dominance. Jimin’s lips attacked
Hoseok’s neck from behind and another moan came barreling out of his older
boy’s mouth.
 
            Jimin pulled his lips off of Hoseok’s neck with a sucking sound and
started to push Hoseok down to the floor on his hands and knees. Yoongi wiped
his sweaty palms on his silk pants once more. He didn’t know why he was so
nervous. He should be happy that he was only watching and not having pain
inflicted on him. He watched as Jimin stuck two fingers into his mouth and
started to suck on them. His chest was rising and falling heavily from the
foreplay. Once he was done getting enough moisture on his fingers he pulled
them out and positioned himself on his knees behind Hoseok’s open hole. Yoongi
watched as Jimin touched his fingers to Hoseok’s entrance, not entering just
yet but rubbing small circles at the opening. Hopie’s head suddenly dropped as
waves of please splashed over him. He moved from his hands down to his
forearms, leaving his butt high in the air. Jimin’s other hand was massaging
his left butt cheek as he asked the older boy on the floor if he was ready.
            “Yes, go ahead.” Hoseok responded. Jimin wasted no time pushing not
only one, but two fingers into Hoseok’s hole. Yoongi ears perked up as a loud
moan like scream left Hoseok’s lips. He was the most vocal person to date that
Yoongi had observed. Yoongi watched as Jimin’s fingers worked into Hoseok
harder and deeper, giving the older boy no time to really adjust by the time
Jimin was adding a third.
            “Ah, Jimin,” Hoseok moaned into his arm. He looked back at the
younger working his backside aggressively. Again, none of the boys seemed to be
uncomfortable with Yoongi watching them. He watched as Hoseok gritted his teeth
and closed his eyes shut as Jimin’s put his free hand on the back of Hoseok’s
neck and drilled his ass from the behind. Loud gasp could be heard as Jimin
tried to prod at Hoseok’s prostate. Once he had hit it Hoseok lurched forward
and bit his lip hard.
            “You’re taking to long Jimin. Hurry up and take your present,”
Namjoon said. Yoongi could now see that Namjoon’s extra long member was in his
hands and he was stroking himself while watching the two boys.
            “Yes, master,” Jimin responded while standing up to take his own
boxers off. His hard cock sprung free instantly and Jimin repositioned himself
back behind Hoseok’s ass. He lined up his cock with Hoseok’s entrance, swirling
in around briefly before speaking again.
            “Breathe,” was all Jimin said to Hoseok before he pushed his thick
member all the way into him. Hoseok volume escalated quickly. He was now
screaming below Jimin but it didn’t stop the younger from making sure his
entire cock all the way inside Hoseok’s body. As loud moans of pleasure and
pain escaped Hopie once again, it became clear to Yoongi what differentiated
the two boys. If Jimin was used as an ‘Aggressive Top’ then Hoseok was used as
the ‘vocal screamer’. His voice was booming in the spacious room. If a normal
person outside the door was listening in, they might assume Hoseok was being
murdered.
 
            Hoseok’s hands were balled into fists as Jimin started to pound
into his tight hole. Jimin went all out, he grabbed fists full of Hoseok’s hair
and whispered dirty insults in his ear. Yoongi’s eyes were as wide as an owl as
he watched Jimin mercilessly fuck Hopie right there on the floor. He actually
couldn’t tell if Hoseok was just loud, or if he actually was in pain from
Jimin’s aggressive thrusts deep into him. Namjoon didn’t seem too concerned. He
let Jimin go at if for sometime, even letting them switch positions a few times
before Jimin said he was close out loud and asked Namjoon for permission to
cum.
            “Cum in his mouth,” Namjoon ordered. Jimin nodded and pulled his
hard cock all the way out of Hoseok and stood back up on his feet. The older
boy slowly winced as he felt Jimin pull out and turned around to sit back on
his knees once more. Hoseok sat with his mouth open, ready to receive Jimin’s
load.
 
            Yoongi watched as Jimin’s buff arms and abs were fully flexed as he
jacked himself off. He threw his head back and moaned as he came shooting white
spurts into Hoseok’s mouth, some dripping down his face. When he was done he
was left breathing heavily, still standing over Hoseok who had swallowed the
load in his mouth and was wiping off the excesses cum on his face.
            “Jiminshi did you enjoy fucking Hopie?” Namjoon ask as he made his
way over to the boy of them.
            “Ne master,” Jimin replied as he again dropped down to his knees in
front of Namjoon.
            “Hoseok, did you enjoy being fucked by your dongsaeng?”
            “Yes master, I enjoyed Jimin’s cock very much,” replied Hoseok.
            “Good, because now that your all stretched out its mine turn,”
Namjoon stated. He grabbed Hoseok more gently then Jimin did previously and led
him to the bed and bent him over the edge of the mattress. He grabbed a hold of
the leash that was still attached to the collar on his neck and pulled it
tight. Just as Jimin had done, Namjoon slammed his long rock hard cock all the
way into Hoseok’s throbbing asshole. He pulled out all the way and wasted no
time slamming right back into his tight abused hole. Again loud screams poured
out of Hoseok’s mouth and Namjoon loved every moment of it.
            “Ahh, ahh master,”
            “You liked being fucked Hoseok?” Namjoon asked in his ear. Hopie
didn’t respond, he just continued to moan loudly through gritted teeth. Yoongi
could ear loud slaps sounds as Namjoon spanked Hoseok’s cheeks loudly. He
yelped as each slap landed with a perfect pop sound.
            Jimin crawled over to where Yoongi was sitting and sat by Yoongi’s
knees on the floor. For a moment Yoongi tensed up thinking Jimin would start
touching him like Hoseok did but he relaxed when Jimin simply went back to
watching the two go at it on Namjoon’s bed. As Namjoon’s thrust became more
rhythmic and rough, Hoseok’s moans elevated once more. Namjoon reached around
and cupped a hand on top of Hoseok’s mouth to stifle some of the loud screams.
            “Hoseok, you really enjoy master cock huh?” Again, no response came
from Hoseok other than muffled moans.
            “Turn over, I want to hear you cum,” Namjoon ordered him. Hoseok
unclenched his closed eyes and flipped on his back on the bed. His face winced
in pain once again as Namjoon penetrated his raw hole once more.
            “Jimin, come suck him off,”
 
            Jimin obeyed quickly and jumped on top of the bed, still naked. He
crawled on top of Hoseok in an almost 69 style position and pulled Hoseok’s
cock into his mouth. Yoongi watched threesome scene in front of him and
secretly prayed that he wouldn’t have to be put in this situation anytime soon.
One guy was hard enough for Yoongi to handle, let alone two.
            Hoseok’s moans filled the air as Namjoon continued to ram into him
hard and Jimin brought him closer to his climax.
            “Ah, master, ah, Jimin, I’m gonna cum master,” Hoseok moaned as he
ran his hands through Jimin’s black hair.
            “Not yet Hoseok,” Namjoon moaned. Hoseok looked like he was trying
hard to keep it all in. Yoongi could see him underneath Jimin’s body, biting
his lip hard and his eyes clenched shut. Namjoon continued to rock in and out
of him, finally hitting Hoseok’s prostate dead on and Hoseok moaned even louder
than before.
            “Ah, master please, I’m going to cum soon,” he begged as Jimin
continued to sloppily suck his cock.
            “I said no,” Namjoon said. He ignored Hoseok’s cries of frustration
as he continued to pound him, making sure to pull all the way out every time,
before slamming all the way back in. Hoseok’s moans turned into little gasps as
he clenched his jaw, trying to stop the flow from his balls to his penis head.
            “I’m sorry,I can’t hold it!” Hoseok scream as he filled Jimin’s
mouth with white sperm. A lot of it dripped back down onto his belly as he took
Jimin by surprise. Yoongi swallowed again, wondering what would now happen to
Hopie now.
 
            Namjoon didn’t cum yet himself. He slowly pulled out of Hoseok and
ordered Jimin to move off the bed. He then grabbed Hoseok by the hair and
dragged him down to the floor. He glared down at Hopie and Hopie started to
tremble. He was shaking from his recent orgasm but also the fear, knowing that
Namjoon was pissed off now. This is what Namjoon likes, Yoongi thought. He
likes to give them impossible tasks and dishes out punishment either way.
            “I’m sorry mast…” Hoseok tried to say but was met with a swift slap
to the face.
            “Shut up,” Namjoon spat at him. “Are you trying to embarrass me in
front of Suga?” He asked the boy on the ground.
            “N..No master, I just couldn’t…” Another slap rang across his other
cheek now. Hoseok held a hand up to his left cheek now as he tried to soothe
the sting.
            “Get on your hands and knees,” Namjoon ordered him. He then
proceeded to walk over to his sleek black dresser that matched his black silk
sheets. It lay opposite the bathroom on the other side of the bed against the
window. He opened the top draw and pulled out something long and stringy. As he
approached Hoseok again, Yoongi realized it was a whip. It was about 5 feet
long and looked sturdy enough to hurt an elephant.
            “Do you know what you did wrong?” Namjoon asked Hoseok who now had
a tear streaming down his cheek. Hoseok looked up at Namjoon with pitiful eyes,
Yoongi could tell Hoseok knew nothing he said would save him at this point. The
usually happy cheerful Hoseok was now scared and sad in the middle of Namjoon’s
floor. He rubbed his arm with his right hand before responding.
            “I came without permission,” Hoseok said with tears filling his
eyes. You could tell he was scared to be punished, but also sad that he didn’t
live up to Namjoon’s expectations. Yoongi looked over to Jimin on the bed whom
had his head lowered slightly, looking only at Hoseok with a sad expression.
            “Turn away from me and put your ass in the air,” Namjoon said with
no sympathy. Hoseok sniffled but complied. As he turned around and assumed the
same position he had with Jimin he rested his head on his forearm once more.
            “Hoseok look at Suga. Suga look at Hoseok,” Namjoon spat.
            “Tell Suga what you did wrong,”
 
            Hoseok turned his face so that half of it was resting on the ground
as he stared at Yoongi. Yoongi couldn’t help but feel mortified as he looked
into Hoseok’s sad eyes. He again felt the heat in his cheeks rise and for a
moment a twinge of nausea again fluttered into his stomach.
            “I came without permission,” Hoseok said.
 
            As soon as Hoseok finished his sentence a swift but clean whipping
sound hit his rear-end and Hoseok screamed out loud.
            “Say it again!” Namjoon said through pursed lips.
            “I came without permission,”
 
            Another swift lash came down on Hoseok’s smooth cheeks and he
tucked his pelvis in, trying to run from the pain. His eyes were clenched shut
again and when he opened them tears were staining his face.
            “Again!” Namjoon ordered. Hoseok was trembling on the ground now.
Yoongi couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
            “I came without permission,” Hoseok cried out. Another lash came
down and Hoseok cried out again biting his lip in pain. This continued 10 more
times until Hoseok was heaving and tears fell freely from his eyes. Lying on
the floor, his soft flesh was raw. The last lash Namjoon whipped into him cut
open his skin and a trail of blood started to spill down his leg. Namjoon
proceeded to walk over to his fragile frame and pulled his cock out. He started
to jack off and didn’t stop until he came quickly on Hoseok’s back.
 
            “All of you get out,” Namjoon ordered. Yoongi couldn’t move still,
he was unsure if he was safe to actually leave. He watched Jimin quickly throw
on his clothes and grabbed Hoseok from the floor.
            “Help me,” Jimin said to Yoongi. Yoongi started to gather Hoseok’s
clothes off the floor and helped put on his underwear and pants. Jimin helped
Hoseok to stand while Yoongi stuck Hoseok’s feet in the pants holes. Namjoon
had already left to take a shower as the boys were left to make their own exit.
Together the three of them made their way back to the elevator outside of
Namjoon’s suite and headed back down.
           
            “We don’t need a key to go back down?” Yoongi asked Jimin as they
but carried Hoseok under each of his armpits.
            “No, you only need one to come up to restricted areas,” Jimin
replied. Yoongi told himself to make a mental note of that information.
            “7th floor, going down,” the sexy elevator called to them. They
stepped back into the brightly lit elevator and rode down. Jimin was wiping
Hoseok’s tears away still.
            “Don’t cry Hyung, it’s over now.” Jimin said while trying to soothe
him.
            “I’m ok, Jimin you should of gone easy on me though,” Hoseok
responded. Jimin only laughed before apologizing to him. Yoongi was astonished.
Was this really the boy who less than an hour ago dominated both Namjoon and
Hoseok? Jimin really was just a kind soul at heart and Namjoon must have
trained him to be that way in bed.
            The three of them exited the elevator and both Jimin and Yoongi
help Hoseok clean up the blood and dried cum on his body. They washed him up
and helped him change into fresh PJ before tucking him into his bed. Yoongi
then went back to the bathroom and brushed his own teeth and washed his face
before following suite. He felt a little extra dirty after tonight.
 
            As he lay in bed tossing and turning he let his mind think back to
his mother and sister. He wondered where they were and what they were doing,
and if his father was still abusive or had he left yet. He wished he could see
them again, even if it was just one last time.
 
Saranghaeyo Eomma…bogoshipo
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            In the middle of the night Yoongi had the urge to pee. He sat up
sleepily and made his way to across the living space towards the community
bathroom. He then found a stall and proceeded to relieve himself. Sleepily he
finished but before he had a chance to flush the toilet, something caught his
ear. He listened carefully to what sounded like two boys talking. He instead
decided to creep out of the stall and follow the noise. The voices seemed to be
coming from the sauna room right next to the toilets and Yoongi made sure to
stay quiet as he listened.
            “Hyung, tell me what happened, why was Hoseok crying when you came
back,”
            “Shhh baby don’t worry he’s ok. Namjoon just had one of those days
today. Hopie couldn’t hold it in again. I swear Namjoon does it on purpose.”
            “I’m sorry about your birthday,”
            “Don’t worry about me, I only care about you. Besides, you’re the
best birthday present I could ever ask for.”
 
            Yoongi knew Jimin had to be one of the voice’s talking but the
other one was so quiet he couldn’t quite place it just yet. He crept closer to
the door and contemplated looking in the small square window on the door.
           
            “Did you enjoy fucking Hoseok more than me?”
            “Of course not! You know I only enjoying being with you like that”
            “You better.”
 
            Yoongi crept up to the small square window that showed the inside
of the sauna. There he saw two figures sitting up on the top seat in the far
left corner. Jimin and Jungkook were wrapped in each other arms as their mouths
pressed together in a heavy make out session. Yoongi was in shock watching the
two youngest boys kiss each other. Yoongi mentally slapped himself for not
seeing it sooner. Just then Yoongi heard the bathroom toilet flush on its own.
Yoongi was in shock but knew he had to get out of there before the two Maenae’s
saw him. As Yoongi quickly ran for the door he could hear Jungkook whisper
rather loudly to Jimin.
 
            “Hyung I think someone’s outside…”
***** “Hyung I think someone’s outside…” *****
Chapter 6: “Hyung I think someone’s outside…”
 
            Yoongi woke up the next day to the same bright light as always. He
remembered how he stumbled upon Jimin and Kookie last night in the bathroom. He
thought about how they ought to be more careful if they’re going to break the
rules. If Jin found out, surely they would be done for. Yoongi still thought it
was strange that the toilet happened to flush on its own last night. Maybe it
was motion censored, he thought.
 
            He looked over at the clock that read 6:45am. That meant the boys
had forty-five minutes until they had to be downstairs for breakfast. He
noticed all the boys except for one was already out of bed. Hoseok was still in
bed sleeping soundly. Yoongi remember the tough night he had previously and
tried his best not to wake him as he gathered his clothes to shower.
 
            As he walked through the common area again he watched as Jimin and
Jungkook passed him, playing with each other on their way back to the dorm
rooms. Both boys had nothing but towels on and were trying to rip the other’s
cloth off.
 
            As Yoongi entered the bathroom he saw that Tae was also finished
with his shower and sat in towel as well while brushing his teeth at the sink.
Yoongi calculated that tonight was Taehyung’s night with Namjoon and that
Yoongi was going to be ‘observing’ for the last time today. On one hand he was
happy that he even had one more day to spare, but on the other hand he was
afraid of what he would see tonight.
 
            Yoongi decided that he didn’t care if Tae saw him naked because it
was bound to happen eventually. He threw his PJs into the bin with him name on
it and proceeded to turn one of the showers on. After Yoongi got the shower to
the right temperature he turned around with his front facing out and his back
to the water. He let the water soak over his healing body once more, enjoying
every moment of the relaxing heat. He made a mental note to try out the big
Jacuzzi tub at some point in time.
 
            When Yoongi opened his eyes to see what time it was on the clock
above the doorway, he was shocked to see Taeyhyung staring at him through the
mirror reflection. Tae didn’t peer away as he finished brushing his teeth.
Yoongi glared at him from where he was.
            “Take a picture damn,” Yoongi spat before he turned back around to
hide his front. Tae didn’t say anything as he walked over to the door and
exited.
            When Yoongi had made it back to the room at 7:10am, he walked in to
see all the boys except Tae crowding around Hoseok.
            “Hopie Hyung, you have to get up, you only have twenty more
minutes,” Jungkook said softly to him. Jimin was rubbing Hoseok’s hand and arm
from the other side of the bed. Yoongi watched as Hoseok struggled to sit up in
bed. He winced as he stood up and started to make his way to the bathroom,
taking very small steps. He must be in a lot of pain, Yoongi thought.
           
            Yoongi looked puzzled as he held up the clothes that Jimin had laid
out for him this morning. They consisted of a plain white soft cotton T-shirt,
paired with a pair of comfortable looking black jogger sweats. It was very much
different from the maid outfits he had been wearing all week.
            “Jimin is this right?” he questioned while still looking at the new
clothes. Jimin nodded in his direction.
            “Yes, every now and then Jin changes our outfits and bed sheets
when he gets bored of looking at them. I like these clothes the best. They’re
so comfortable to work in. Besides, its Sunday so we get to relax later.” Jimin
radiated excitedly. Sunday? Yoongi thought. He didn’t even realized what day it
had been for some time now.
            “What does that mean exactly,” he questioned Jimin again.
            “Every Sunday we only work until lunch, and then Jin Hyung usually
gives us the rest of the day off,” He answered with a huge smile on his face. A
part of Yoongi was happy to hear this news; the other half was worried about
what he would do with no tasks to distract him.
           
            After the group was all dressed and ready to go, they traveled down
together like every other morning.
            “5th floor…”
 
            Jin was again in the kitchen whipping up a fresh batch of coffee
companied by empty bowels with cereal and milk on the table. Jin’s flushed face
was red from rushing around in the kitchen, trying to finish everything.
            “Good morning boys, I’m going to the market early so I wasn’t able
to fix breakfast. Your assignments are on this piece of paper, and don’t forget
it’s our monthly movie night with Master Namjoon. The movie will start by 7pm,
be sure to be one time,” Jin said as he shuffled around the kitchen. When he
felt he had covered everything he grabbed a shopping list from the fridge and
headed out towards the elevator.
 
            Yoongi could practically feel the air lift as Jin left. All five
boys filled their bowels with lots of cereal and splashed almost the same
amount of milk on top of it. Jungkook who hadn’t eaten at all yesterday except
for Hoseok’s crackers, refilled his bowel with three servings before he put his
spoon down.
            “I’m so full, “ the maknae stated as he patted his belly.
            “Did you eat enough?” Jimin asked in a concerned tone.
            “Yes. I’m going to pop!” Kookie replied.
 
            Suga walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. He
couldn’t remember the last time he had coffee, but it brought very fond
memories of his mother back to his head. Tae also walked over to counter and
poured some more coffee into his used cup. Yoongi was stirring in sugar and
cream when Tae’s eyes caught his gaze again. Taehyung’s dark eyes stared
straight at him as he put the pot back down. Yoongi was getting creeped out. He
didn’t know why Tae was being so different today. Then again, he didn’t really
know what was normal for him. Maybe he was trying to tell him something? If he
was, Yoongi couldn’t figure out what it was.
            “Hoseok how are you feeling?” Jimin asked Hopie has he finished his
breakfast.
            “Ugh, my bottom really hurts. I’m not sure if the inside or the
outside hurts worse.”
            “I’m sorry,” Jimin replied. Hoseok pretended to fake slap him.
            “No you’re not! You quite enjoyed that didn’t you? Brat!” Hoseok
yelled back at Jimin but Yoongi could tell it was all in good fun. The only
person who wasn’t smiling was Jungkook who had pursed his thin lips next to
Jimin. The boys finished their bowels quickly and washed them all before
heading to their assigned floors. Today Hoseok was to train Yoongi in the
kitchen where they already were and show him the ropes.
 
            Around lunchtime Jin arrived back at penthouse with plenty of bags
stuffed with fresh fruits, veggies and meat. He also brought the boys take out
from the market for lunch. After all the boys ate, Jin who seemed to be in a
good mood today sent them off to enjoy their free time while he prepared snacks
for the movie later on.
           
            “What do you guys want to do?” Hoseok asked the group.
            “Let’s go swimming!” Kookie exclaimed from his seat in the middle
of the bar. Yoongi face turned away as he spoke. He didn’t like water much, in
fact he couldn’t swim at all, but he was more terrified of being left alone in
this big house where Jin or Namjoon could corner him at any moment. He decided
to tag along with the group just to be safe.
 
            “Hyung, pass me the ball!” Jimin exclaimed to Hoseok. The three
energetic boys were playing in the water, trying to keep the ball in the air.
            “Hyunngggggg!” Jimin whined as Hoseok decided to pass the ball in
Kookie’s direction. The youngest was quite competitive and Yoongi could tell he
loved to win. Tae was sitting by himself on the side of the pool, watching the
other boys play. Yoongi was even farther away sitting in a sun chair, though no
sun could really get into the pool through the small windows by the ceiling. He
was still fully dressed with his bathing suit shorts on but he didn’t see the
fun in splashing around in water, especially since he feared he would just
drown in it.
            “Yoongi do you wanna join?” Jimin asked. Yoongi looked over to the
dark headed boy and just shook his head.
            “Maybe next time then?” Jimin questioned before hitting the ball
back to Hoseok.
 
            They played there for some time, Tae eventually joining in with the
other boys to even the teams out. It was the first time Yoongi saw Tae crack a
smile as he smashed the ball into Jimin’s face and Jimin started to chase him
around the pool. At around 5:30pm they all dried up and headed back up to
change for the movie.
            At around 6:30pm, all the boys including Jin headed down to the 3rd
floor with snacks in hand. Jin had made multiple snack trays for all seven of
them to enjoy. Seems Jin wanted everything to be perfect tonight.
            “Taehyung grab the blankets from the cupboard in the nook and bring
them over to the couch.” Jin ordered. Tae nodded in response. All the boys
except Yoongi were busy running around making sure all the items were in place.
Jin turned the big movie theater screen on and started to flip through the
options.
            “Hyung, what movie are we playing tonight?” Hoseok asked while
getting comfortable on the big couch bed.
            “I’m not sure yet, what movie’s are out?” he asked.
            “Ooo ooo Finding Dory just came out in theaters, can we please
watch that Jin Hyung?” Kookie pleaded from the snack table. His youthful eyes
sparkled with hope.
            “I’ll see if it’s on the list,” Jin said.
            “YES!” Kookie examined. Jimin rolled his eyes at the maknae.
 
            “How can you see a movie that is still in theaters?” Yoongi asked
towards Tae who was standing close by. Tae only shrugged.
            “Master Namjoon has many connections! He had a guy tap into the
movie theater server so now we can watch anymore that is out right away!”
Kookie answered for Tae. He seemed to have forgiven Jin for the previous day
and was back to his happy go lucky self.
           
            Around 6:50pm all the boys including Jin started to snuggle into
the extra blankets and pillows laid out on the large couch bed. Yoongi couldn’t
help but want to take a nap in the comfortable cushions. He was exhausted from
what felt like the longest week of his life.
 
            “3RD Floor…”
 
            As the sexy girl chimed again, Namjoon, dressed in similar attire
to the boys, came marching out. Instead of black sweats, his joggers were gray.
All together the boys bowed their heads from their seated position. All of them
except for Yoongi who had forgotten once more.
            “Anneyeong master,” They all said in unison.
            “Anneyeong,” Namjoon replied while smiling. He demeanor was warm
and friendly tonight, unlike the times Yoongi had visited his suite in the
previous evenings.
            “Jagia how was your day?” Jin asked excitedly. Yoongi watched
instantly as his mood brightened by 100%.
            “Just fine, how about you boys, what did you do?” Namjoon asked as
he crawled into the center of the bed and rested his back along the back wall.
            “I went to the market earlier and then I made snacks for tonight. I
made your favorite, rice cake balls,” Jim said while flashing his sweet smile.
Namjoon placed a peck on Jin’s forehead as he thanked him.
           
            Yoongi sat in awe of the room. This man had abused not one, but
multiple people this week. To the point of making Hoseok bleed and cried last
night, yet everyone surrounded him now as if he was a loving father figure.
Yoongi could still feel the pain in his testicles as he stared at Jin snuggle
up to Namjoon’s left side. He reminded himself that he needed to stay calm and
observant at all times. This was no time to cause a scene.
           “Hoseok come sit next to me tonight,” Namjoon cooed. Hoseok moved
over so that he was laying on Namjoon’s right side now. Jin instantly looked
over as Namjoon wrapped his arm around both him and Hoseok’s shoulders. The
jealousy wasn’t as intense as the previous morning, but Yoongi knew Jin was
upset to be sharing his cuddles with someone else.
           
            Jimin and Kookie laid next to Jin. Tae and Yoongi found a spot next
to Hoseok.
            “What are we watching tonight?” Namjoon asked.
            “Finding Dory for Kookie,” Jin responded. Namjoon simply nodded and
started to rub Hoseok’s arm. Jin had his head in the nook of Namjoon’s neck and
hugged his hand as Namjoon caressed Jin’s thigh. Hoseok was now lying with his
head in Namjoon’s lap and Namjoon ran his fingers through his black hair. Just
like last night, Hopie seemed to be in a daze with his eyes shut as his head
continued to be massaged. He must really enjoy that type of thing, Yoongi
thought. Again Yoongi couldn’t understand how Hoseok had forgiven Namjoon so
quickly after last night. It didn’t make sense.
 
            During the middle of the movie Jimin fell asleep on Kookie.
Everyone else was snacking and laughing while enjoying the movie. Yoongi heard
a phone ring suddenly and Namjoon maneuvered to pull it out of his pocket.
 
            “Annyeong….no….I told you to do it the other way…..well why didn’t
you kill him first?...Just get it done, don’t give me anymore bullshit
excuses!” Namjoon hung up the brief phone call and started to dial another
number.
            “Xian, after Hang finishes taking care of Mr. Woo…. kill him.”
           
            Namjoon hung up quickly and Yoongi looked around and realized no
one was fazed by the intense phone call. It seems this type of business talk is
quite normal to the lot. As Yoongi turned his attention back to the movie, he
felt sleepy once again and tried to fight his heavy eye lids.
 
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            Yoongi woke up to drool spilling out of his bottom lip. He realized
Kookie was shaking him awake and the movie was already rolling credits.
            “I’m glad you got some rest Yoongi. Now you’re well rested for
tonight,” Namjoon said while smirking down at Yoongi. Yoongi started to glare
at Namjoon but quickly softened his face as he realized what he was doing.
            “I’ll be taking Tae and Suga up to the suite tonight. The rest of
you boys have a good night and sleep well.”
 
            “Annyeong Master!” The rest of the boys called out. Jin made sure
to steal a kiss from Namjoon’s lips before he left. Namjoon started to walk
towards the elevator door and Tae and Yoongi knew they were supposed to follow
him now. Yoongi tensed has he rose from the couch bed, his testicles still
swollen underneath his joggers. Please let this be quick, he prayed silently.
 
            As the three of them entered the elevator, Namjoon pulled out a
key, which was similar in size to Jin’s. The only difference between the two
that Yoongi could see was Namjoon’s key was black in color. Yoongi watched as
he put the key in the slot and turned it before pushing the 7th floor button.
As they rode up Namjoon turned to both of them with his arms crossed over his
chest.
            “Do you like games Yoongi?” he smiled sickly again. Yoongi didn’t
know how to respond. He didn’t want to say either yes or no but he decided to
go with the safer route.
            “No,” he stuttered out nervously.
            “Ah, that’s too bad. You see, Tae here loves games,” He stated
while motioning to Tae who was silent again now. The elevator told them they
were now on the 7th floor again and Yoongi followed Namjoon down the now
familiar dark hallway to the left of the elevator.
            “Did Taehyung here ever tell you about his old friend Seung-Hyun?”
Namjoon asked Yoongi. Yoongi knew he was talking about Taehyung’s old partner
but he decided to play ignorant and shake his head no.
            “Well he came here along with Tae but he’s not longer with us
anymore.”
 
            Yoongi didn’t like the way Namjoon had worded his last sentence.
Tae’s facial expression now hardened as well.
            “I once ask Seung-Hyun what his favorite book was. Can you guess
what he said?” Namjoon asked playfully. Again Yoongi just shook his head no.
            “He told me it was The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell. When
I asked him what about the book he liked he told me he didn’t know. He just
liked the plot a lot.” Namjoon stated while entering the suite doors.
 
------------------(NOTE TO READERS, IF YOU DON’T WHAT ‘THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME’
IS PLEASE CLINIC THE LINK FOR A SUMMARY: http://www.gradesaver.com/the-most-
dangerous-game/q-and-a/summarize-the-rules-of-genreal-zaroffs-game-83283 )-----
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            “Seung-Hyun wasn’t adjusting well to life here at the penthouse.”
Namjoon said with a grin on his face. “He made it quite clear that he was
unhappy being here with all of us.”
            Namjoon motioned for Tae and Yoongi to have a seat in the middle of
the room by the tall double-sided fireplace. Yoongi reluctantly sat down next
to Tae who was glaring his eyeballs towards the tall blonde man.
            “Tae, don’t look so mad, you know what I’m saying is true, “
Namjoon laughed. “Anyways, I wanted to help Seung-Hyun feel more…comfortable.
So, one night I told him that we would play a game inspired by his favorite
book! I changed the rules slightly of course, it wasn’t practical for me the
way the book had it.” Namjoon beamed with happiness.
            “I found it to be so fun, that I made it a permanent pastime of
mine. The rules are simple so I’ll explain them to you, then all of us can play
tonight.” Namjoon looked down as if he was pondering about Seung-Hyun.
"It's really too bad, that boy was quite gorgeous. Easily could have been my
favorite," Namjoon smirked.
           
            Yoongi didn’t like the way Namjoon was speaking. His sweaty palms
started to tell him that he should be very nervous.
            “First things first, the game has a simple concept. You are allowed
to hide anywhere in the on the seven accessible floors of the penthouse. The
objective is to hide so well that I can’t find you. If you stay hidden from me
for 3 hours straight, I will grant you your freedom from being my slave.“
 
            Yoongi almost stopped breathing. Did he really hear Namjoon
correctly? Did he really say he would grant Tae his freedom if he could stay
hidden for more than 3 hours? That seemed to simple, Tae should have been able
to accomplish that by now right? Yoongi tried to swallow with is dry throat but
it didn’t work. All his nervous had fluttered to his stomach as he listened to
the possibility that he might be able to leave the wretched place.
 
            “On the other hand,” Namjoon continued, “When I find you then I get
to have my way with you.” Yoongi cringed at the words ‘When I find you.’ which
indicated that Namjoonalways found his victim. Yoongi’s heart dropped knowing
that Namjoon would never really let a slave go. He let his imagination run wild
with thoughts of what happened to Tae’s partner. This was all one big sick
game. Namjoon knew Tae wanted nothing more than to leave the house, just like
Seung-Hyun did. He was toying with them, dangling their freedom at the tip of
their noses. Something he knew they would never stop fighting for. This is the
real definition of torture, Yoongi thought.
            “Do you have any questions Yoongi?” Namjoon asked. Yoongi glanced
over at Tae who was staring straight at Namjoon. Yoongi could see Taehyung’s
jaw clenching and unclenching has he tried to hold in his anger. Suddenly
everything about Tae’s dark demeanor made sense. He was constantly on the edge
of breaking free, or so he thought. He was smart to always stay quiet in the
group. Yoongi knew now that he was observing everyone just as much as he had.
            “No, I don’t have any questions,” Yoongi replied.
            “Good, you of course won’t actually be playing tonight Yoongi,
you’ll just be tagging along with Tae for the fun. Make sure to stay really
quiet for him so that you don’t end of giving away his hiding spot,” Namjoon
said while chuckling. Yoongi despised that Namjoon wanted to play with people’s
lives like this. In that instance he promised himself that he would work hard
to learn the ins and outs of this sick game Namjoon loved to play. He would
learn as much as he could, and eventually beat him at his own game.
           
            “Well, are the two of you ready to start?” Namjoon asked while
moving towards his bed in the back of the room. He quickly picked up what
looked to Yoongi as a remote controller and waited for a response.
            “We’re ready,” Tae replied. It was the first thing he had said all
night since the movie started playing downstairs. Yoongi looked at Tae’s face
and he realized that he was not only ready; he really believed he could win.
            “You will have 15 minutes to run and hide before I come looking for
you two ok?” Both Yoongi and Tae nodded in agreement. Tae was already ready to
take off as Namjoon click the switch on the remote and the room went black.
 
            “Great, let’s begin…”
           
 
 
 
 
 
 
***********Thanks for reading! Sorry this chapter was written pretty fast.
Again, if you don’t know the plot of “The most dangerous game” I suggest you
read the summary on it and familiarize yourself with it. (p.s. it’s one of my
favorite stories)**********************
***** “Great, let’s begin…” *****
Chapter 7: “Great, let’s begin…”
 
            The pitch-black darkness shocked Yoongi as he stood is the same
spot as before. He could hear Tae running through the living room, making his
way over to the door.
            “Come on!” Tae yelled from the exit. Yoongi suddenly snapped out of
his dazed and hustled over in the direction that Tae’s voice has resonated.
            “You better keep up Suga,” Yoongi could hear Namjoon’s voice say
but he couldn’t make out where he was in the large room any longer.
 
            Yoongi made his was over to the door, feeling his way until he
found Tae’s arm. Yoongi could feel Tae grab his wrist as he was pulled out of
the doorway and led down the hallway. It was then Yoongi realized that the
lights were not only turned off in Namjoon’s suite, they were turned off on the
entire floor. The usually dark hallway that led to the elevator was now pitch
black as well and Yoongi couldn’t even see an inch in front of his nose. He was
stumbling as Tae drug him down the hallway to where Yoongi only could only
assume was the elevator door. Taehyung clearly had done this several times. He
ran with confidence and managed to find the elevator button with ease.
            “6th floor, going down.”
 
            When the doors opened a bright light poured out and blinded both
the boys.
            “Hurry!” Tae exclaimed. Yoongi rushed into the brightly lit box as
Tae pushed the 3rd floor button.
            “I don’t understand,” Yoongi stated. “If all the power is off then
why do the elevators still work?”
            “The power isn’t off. Namjoon likes the thought of his victim not
being able to see so he hired someone to program a switch that would turn off
only the lights in the entire penthouse. Everything else will still work like
TVs, internet, camera systems,” Tae answered. Yoongi’s heart sank at the
realization of the camera system still being powered.
            “Then what’s the point in all this!” Yoongi exclaimed. “He can
easily watch you on the camera’s, why even play the damn game?”
            “Shhh!” Tae almost yelled just as loud. They rode in silence until
the elevator reached the 3rd floor movie room again. Yoongi watched Tae exit
elevator and run out into the pitch black room. Yoongi stepped out and stood in
front of the now closed elevator doors. Tae come running back with a flashlight
in hand and motioned for Yoongi to follow him.
 
            Tae led the way to the opposing side of the ascending seats. There
was a similar door on this side, just like the other side next to the snack
table and fridge. Yoongi watched as Tae opened the door to the side closet and
stepped inside. Yoongi followed suit and entered what seemed to be a small
crawl space under the theater seats. There was enough space to hunch in, but
not stand up all the way. Yoongi looked around at various unlabeled boxes as he
tried to catch his breathe. He observed Tae look at his wrist and realized Tae
sported a black watch today that he had not ever worn in the past.
            “He will be leaving right about now,” Tae said quietly while
looking down at the watch still. Yoongi’s heart was now pounding out of his
chest. He didn’t see how hiding under the theater seats was going to keep them
hidden from Namjoon for three hours. Though it might be harder to see the two
boys on the security cameras in the dark, Yoongi was confident that Namjoon’s
security camera’s at night vision or even thermal imaging on them.    
            “What do we do now?” Yoongi whispered while watching Tae’s face
glowed from the flashlight. Tae turned his body to face Yoongi. His face
hardened before he spoke again.
            “Please listen very carefully, he will be here soon,” Tae stated
and Yoongi’s heart started to beat faster than before. He swallowed a big lump
in his throat as his eyes locked on Taehyung’s face.
            “I need you to do something very important Yoongi,” Tae stated
while pulling out something that looked like an egg or a locket with no
necklace attached. It was about the size of Yoongi’s thumb.
 “Inside this is playdoh. I need you to find Namjoon’s black key and make of
mold of it using this locket.” His gaze was locked on Yoongi’s eyes so
intensely; a shiver ran down Yoongi’s spine. Yoongi took a death breath before
nodding to Tae.
“Okay,” he responded. Yoongi was nervous about the task brought upon him. If
Namjoon sees me do this, surely he will kill both of us tonight, Yoongi
thought. He rubbed his arm nervously has he replayed what Tae had just said in
his head.
“It’s very important you do this. It’s our only hope to get out of this place,”
Tae barely whispered. Yoongi felt the blood drain from his face as he took in
Tae’s words. Yoongi had been at the penthouse barely a week but he could feel
all Tae’s emotions all at once. Yoongi could suddenly feel Tae’s pain, anguish,
loss, and hope all at the same time; it over whelmed him in an instant. Yoongi
knew he had to complete the task bestowed upon him. Not for him… but for Tae.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find it,” Yoongi promised. Yoongi could hear their hearts
both beat in rhythm as they waited for Namjoon to appear. Yoongi suddenly
wondered what Tae planned to do with this key. Did he really think it was
possible to escape this place?
“Tae, do you really think we can make it out?” Yoongi asked. Tae, still staring
at Yoongi didn’t even blink before responding.
            “Seung-Hyun did…” Yoongi froze as he stared in awe. If Tae’s
partner really had made it out, then it was possible to get out of this prison.
            “How?” Yoongi asked.
            “He somehow got a hold of Jin’s chloroform and drugged the guard on
the first floor. He then took the elevator down to the bottom of the building
and used the guard’s gun to shot anyone in his path.”
            Yoongi stared in wonder as Tae told him the story.
            “Where did they find him?” Yoongi asked, knowing that Seung-Hyun
ended up being found.
            “They found in hiding in the streets of Itaewon. Namjoon
immediately had him brought back,” Tae answered before looking down at the
flashlight. Yoongi knew the memory of Tae’s partner was a painful one. He
didn’t want to press Tae any further; he just wished he knew what had happened
that night. Almost as if Tae had heard him he answered Yoongi’s unspoken
question.
“They made an example out of him,” Tae whispered. Yoongi could hear the pain as
the words escaped his lips. “They murdered him...”
 
 
(Tae’s flash back)
Tae watched as Seung-Hyun was drug into the living room by two of Namjoon’s
men. He watched in horror as they threw him onto the floor at Namjoon’s feet.
            “Boys, let this be a lesson to all of you, if you don’t obey the
rules there will always be consequences.” Namjoon spat while staring down at
the broken body of Seung-hyun on the floor. He then turned to two men in black
suits and nodded to them. Suddenly the men stepped forward and started to
brutally beat up the boy on the floor.
“Master, please!” Tae cried out through his tears. “Please, don’t! Don’t do
this!” he begged while standing in line with the rest of Namjoon’s slaves. He
couldn’t tear his eyes away from his partner getting beaten to a pulp by the
two men. Seung-hyun’s cries ran through the large living area as Namjoon
watched with a smile on his face.
“I’m sorry, but he broke the rules Tae. It’s really a shame, he’s one of the
pretty ones,” Namjoon stated unapologetically. Tae couldn’t take his eyes away
as he watched blood spill out of his partner’s mouth and his eye’s started to
swell and blacken.
“Please!” Tae begged once more as he got down on his knees in front of Namjoon.
Tae gripped at the tall man’s jeans as he looked up at him from the ground. He
didn’t want his friend to die; he needed him in this house. He didn’t know how
he would survive alone.
“Get off Tae,” Namjoon said through gritted teeth. He threw the younger boy off
of his pants before commanding his men again.
“Finish him,” He said out loud. Tae watched in horror as one of the men picked
Seung-Hyun off the ground, standing him straight up. The other man stood in
front of him and pulled something shiny from his pocket. At closer glance Tae
realized it was a blade. His heart sank to his stomach as he realized what was
happening.
“Jin?!” Tae turned to the oldest and pleaded for something to be done. All the
boys had their head’s bowed, looking only at the floor. Tae was out of time. He
watched the man with the blade run the knife across Seung-Hyun’s throat and red
blood spilled out of his neck and down his body. The man hold him let him go
and Seung-Hyun’s body slumped to the floor. Tae immediacy ran over to his
friend with tears clouding his vision.
“No...No!” he screamed as he went to try and stop the bleeding. He watched as
the life slowly left Seung-Hyun’s eyes and he was mortified that he could do
nothing to stop it. He held his partner’s hand has the blood gushed from his
throat onto the white carpet below.
“Hyung, I’m sorry,” Tae whispered as Seung-Hyun blinked once more time before
his eyes closed permanently. Tae still sat on the ground, cradling Seung-Hyun’s
lifeless hand. He could hear multiple boys sniffling behind him but he couldn’t
tell who was who.
“Well Tae, since you seem to care about your Hyung so much, it seems only right
for you to take his place in the game don’t’ you think?” Namjoon said while
glaring down at Tae.
“Fuck you!” Tae yelled back. He didn’t care anymore about being scared. He had
just lost the only person he cared about on this earth. He lost his older
brother, his friend, his sanity and now he was alone.
“I look forward to it,” Namjoon said while widely grinning. He ordered Jin to
clean up the mess as he left with his men. Tae held up a hand as Jin tried to
pick up Seung-Hyun’s lifeless body.
“Don’t…I’ll do it.”
 
(End of Tae’s flashback)
 
Yoongi looked at Tae who seemed to be in a dark trance. He decided to break the
silence once more.
 
“What’s going to happen when Namjoon finds us?” Yoongi whispered. Yoongi didn’t
know what time it as but he guessed it had been about thirty minutes since they
started the game. There was no time for Tae to answer as they both heard the
elevator announce someone’s arrival.
“3rd floor.”
 
Yoongi couldn’t breathe. His nerves were bouncing around in his body as he
realized they were out of time. He placed the egg-sized locket into the pocket
of his joggers and Tae turned off the flashlight and set it on the floor.
            “Oh boys…. time’s up. Come on out now,” Namjoon said. Yoongi could
no longer see Tae’s face to take clues but he took his queue from the silence
that rang out. Yoongi could feel a single bead of sweat fall down his forehead
as they both waited in the closet.
Bright light flooded the crawlspace as Namjoon swung the door open.
“Let’s go,” he growled as he grabbed Tae by the hair. He pulled him out of the
closet and threw him forward. Tae stumbled a bit before catching himself. He
proceeded to walk forward towards the elevator door.
Yoongi realized that all the lights were back on as he followed the two men
towards the awaiting elevator. The ride was silent as they rode up. The weight
of the egg shaped locket in Yoongi’s pocket felt heavier than before.
“Move,” Namjoon stated as he pushed Tae out of the elevator. Tae kept walking
without a word. Yoongi palms were starting to sweat again. They reached the
doors of the suite once more and all three of them piled inside.
            “Suga did you have fun,” Namjoon asked as he closed the doors.
Yoongi just glanced at Tae before nodding.
            “Good, see I knew you’d enjoy playing with Tae,” he answered
cheekily. “Now the real fun begins,” Namjoon stated while walking towards Tae.
Tae had his eyes locked on Namjoon’s from across the living room. He kept his
eyes glued onto Namjoon’s face as Namjoon crossed the floor toward him.
            Yoongi suddenly remembered that he had a job to do. He just didn’t
know where the key was or how he was going to avoid being caught. Tae’s big
eyes were still glued on the blonde hair man as he tried to back away from
Namjoon’s advances. Eventually Tae had been cornered into a wall and had
nowhere to go.
            “Take off your clothes,” Namjoon ordered. Tae glared up at the tall
man. He stood strong as he replied back.
            “No.”
            Namjoon eye him carefully, as if Tae was acting slightly out of
character.
            “Are you putting on a show for Suga?” he questioned suspiciously.
“Even better,” Namjoon said while grabbing Tae by the hair once more. Yoongi
watched as he pulled Tae forward again and drug him towards the bed. He
struggled with all his might against Namjoon’s strength. From what Yoongi could
see Tae wasn’t a weak man but Namjoon was much stronger than him. Yoongi
observed Namjoon’s biceps flex as he drug Tae up the slight floor elevation to
the next platform where his large bed lay.
            Tae continued to struggle under Namjoon’s arm, trying to free the
grip on his scalp.
            “Yoongi, get up here,” Namjoon called. Yoongi realized he was still
standing below next to the fireplace. He made his was up to the second platform
and was careful not to do anything to set Namjoon off.
            “Have a seat Suga,” Namjoon cooed while holding Tae still. Yoongi
decided sitting on the bed for once would have more of an advantage than the
couch he usually sat on.
            “Good boy,” Namjoon stated. He turned his attention back towards
the brown haired boy in his hand. “I can’t say the same for you,” He said
towards Tae.
            He held his free hand up to Tae’s throat and started to squeeze.
Tae instinctively reached up both his hands to claw at the hand cutting off his
air supply. Namjoon then spit in Tae’s face and Yoongi had to hide his look of
shock.
            “You disgust me,” Namjoon spat. “You will not enjoy this,” he
bellowed has he started to remove his pants with one hand. Tae tried even
harder now to release his windpipe from Namjoon’s grip. Yoongi couldn’t believe
that Namjoon still had more tricks up his sleeves. After the week he had gone
through this really was the grand final, the icing on top of the cake. He was
going to watch Namjoon rape Tae.
 
            It dawned on Yoongi that Tae might be struggling more than normal
so that he could accomplish the task he had bestowed on him. Yet he wasn’t sure
if what was happening before him was any different than any other day for Tae.
One thing Yoongi knew for sure was, out of all the boys in the house, Tae was
the only one who didn’t seem to enjoy any part of this. Yoongi didn’t believe
that all the boys loved being Namjoon’s slave, but the difference was they all
could ‘act’ as if they enjoyed at least some parts of it. It was obvious to
Yoongi now that Namjoon enjoyed Tae’s struggle. Enjoyed the fear and chase that
he evoked in him. Tae wasn’t the type to pretend, at least not anymore. Yoongi
wondered if Tae was any different before his partner was killed.
 
            “Don’t make it so difficult on yourself, turn around,” Namjoon said
to Tae. Tae who had managed to free his throat, was now gasping for air on the
floor as Namjoon started to slide off his sweat pants. As Tae lay on all fours,
Namjoon finished taking off the rest of his clothing and reached down to pull
off Tae’s pants. Tae, who still wasn’t going down without a fight got up and
sprinted to the other side of the room, down past the fireplace. Namjoon
growled in annoyance, as he stood naked and slowly turned to walk towards his
dresser. Yoongi’s eyes widened as he saw the device in Namjoon’s hands. It
looked very similar to a gun but it was slightly different. Namjoon started to
walk past Yoongi with the brightly color device. As Namjoon walked down the
steps to the lower platform, Yoongi saw it out of the corner of his eye. The
black key, which apparently was stuffed in Namjoon’s sweat pants, had fallen
out of the pocket. Yoongi swallowed as he tried to make slight steps towards
it.
 
            “You’re making things very hard tonight aren’t you?” Namjoon stated
annoyed.
            “Master, please!” Tae exclaimed. Yoongi briefly watched as Tae ran
behind the fireplace, out of Namjoon’s sight. This is it, this is my one shot,
Yoongi thought. Yoongi carefully watched as Namjoon started to approach the
fireplace and as soon as he was out of sight Yoongi dived for the key, and put
it in his pocket.
            “Taehyung ah, I’ll give you to the count of three, if you stop
running I won’t taze you,” Namjoon stated from behind the fireplace.
            “One…”
            “No please don’t!”
            “Two…”
            “I’m sorry please master,” Tae said while backing away still.
Yoongi reached into his other pocket to pull out the egg. He slipped out of his
sweaty fingers and rolled onto the floor. He quickly grabbed the locket and
started to panic as he struggled to open it with his sweaty hands.
            “Three…”
            “Master,” Taehyung said while running past Namjoon. His footsteps
instantly were replaced with a loud thud as Namjoon shot Tae in the back.
Yoongi heart was pounding as he still tried to open the small contraption.  He
periodically glanced up at Namjoon and Tae below and prayed the Namjoon wasn’t
watching him.
            Onec the buzzing from the Taser stopped Yoongi finally opened the
locket but stuffed it back inside his pocket as Namjoon picked up Tae’s
lifeless body below and was headed back up towards the bed. Tae couldn’t buy
him anymore time. Yoongi stomach was doing back flips in belly. He watched
mortified as Namjoon made his way back up to the platform with Tae over his
shoulder. The locket and key now burned holes in his pockets. Yoongi now had to
find a way to make an impression of the key in the doh and return it back to
the floor without Namjoon seeing. I can’t do this, he thought.
            Namjoon threw Tae’s body onto his silk sheets and walked back over
to his dresser to put away the Taser and grab something else. He came back
towards the bed and flipped Tae onto his stomach before tying his hands with
rope behind his back. Next Namjoon took a smaller piece of rope and tied it
inside Tae’s mouth and around the back of his head. Yoongi watched as Tae
consciousness started to come back. He blinked several times as he realized he
was tied up and was transported to the bed already.
            “Good morning sleepy head,” Namjoon cooed. Tae was lying flat on
the bed with his clothes still on. Namjoon proceeded to slowing pull down Tae’s
black joggers and underwear so that he was left naked on his lower half.
Namjoon started to rub his now hard cock while admiring the sight in front of
him.
            “Suga, you know what I love about Tae,” Namjoon asked while looking
back at Yoongi. Yoongi barely worked up the courage to shake his head no.
            “He consistent, I always know that he will play the game the best
he can even if he knows the outcome is always the same,” he smirked. “This one
is a fighter and I love a good challenge.’
            Namjoon crawled up the bed, his cock still being jerked by his left
hand. He straddled Tae’s legs from behind, sitting just below his ass.
            “Yoongi, would you be so kind as to reach into the side draw and
pull out the red plug,” Namjoon asked very sweetly. Yoongi slowly walked over
to Namjoon’s nightstand, praying that the black key somehow did not fall out at
any given movement. He opened the top draw and was met with an assortment oddly
shaped triangular items which all sat on flat bases. Yoongi had never seen one
before in his life. All the items started small at the top and progressively
got bigger as they reached the base. There were small ones, big ones, skinny
ones, short ones. Yoongi looked for the one that was red in color a found it to
be closer to the smaller ones in size. He walked over and carefully handed it
to Namjoon, catching a glimpse of Tae staring at him as he did so.
            “You don’t deserve any lube tonight Tae but I do know that you are
always too tight to start out with nothing,” Namjoon said while starting to
position the red item in-between Tae’s butt cheeks. Yoongi made his way over to
the couch so that he could be out of Namjoon’s sight. He nervously tried to
think about how he was going to not only get the mold but also put the key back
on the ground. He started feel dizzy as the nerves ate him alive.
            “Don’t scream,” Namjoon ordered before shoving the small red item
into Tae’s hole. Yoongi watched as Tae grunted loudly in pain. It wasn’t the
same as Hoseok screaming. Hoseok for the most part was just loud but seemed to
be well adjusted to being fucked. Yoongi could almost feel his inside rip as
well as he saw Tae’s body try to run from the foreign object inside of him.
            “What did I say?” Namjoon said almost jokingly. Yoongi watched as
Tae’s eyes were squeezed shut. Namjoon got up from the bed and made his way
back over to where Yoongi was sitting. His throat instantly dried up again as
he stared up at the blonde man.
            “While Tae’s ass is stretching I just wanted to come and chat with
you for a bit, since this is your official last day of observation,” Namjoon
grinned down at Yoongi. Yoongi couldn’t move or breathe for that matter.
Everything Namjoon was saying to him was going in one ear and out the other.
            “Tomorrow night you’ll be with me all by yourself,” He said while
smirking. “One thing you may not know about Taehyung is that he’s amazing at
giving blow jobs. Almost all the boys are equally as good, but Tae takes the
prize for number one. He can do things that no other boy can with his lips.”
Namjoon started to pet Yoongi’s hair with his left hand and brought his chin up
to look at him with the right.
            “Tae had to take over for Seung-Hyun after his untimely departure
but…I still miss those blow jobs he used to give me whenever I wanted,” Namjoon
said while he continued to stroke Yoongi’s hair. Yoongi wanted to pull away
from his touch but the warning in his pocket was enough to make him obey any
commands tonight. Namjoon smiled down at Yoongi now.
            “That’s why I’m so excited you’re here with us Suga. I need a boy
to take over for Tae. I’ll expect you to be just as good as him,” He said with
a slimy grin once again. Yoongi wanted to throw up in his mouth. He didn’t know
what was worse, having Namjoon put his cock inside of him, or having to put
Namjoon’s disgusting cock in his mouth several times a day. They were two sides
of the same dirty coin. Namjoon wasn’t able to finish anymore of his thoughts.
A noise caught both Yoongi’s and Namjoon’s ears as both boys turned their
attention back to Taehyung. Tae had somehow slide back off the bed and was
struggling to run down to the lower platform once again with his arms still
tied behind his back. He instead this time ran down to the balcony doors and
made his way on to the large balcony outside Namjoon’s living room.
            This is it, Yoongi thought. Tae was giving him his final chance to
make sure the deed was done. Yoongi watched as Namjoon angrily followed Tae out
onto the balcony. Once Namjoon had one foot out the glass doors Yoongi took his
chance to pull out the key and locket. He pressed the black key into the middle
of the playdoh and squeezed the locket tightly shut, imprinting the key into
the putty. He quickly removed the key and placed it right back on the floor
next to Namjoons sweats just as Namjoon carried Tae back inside. Yoongi watched
from the top platform as Namjoon placed Tae on his knees and pushed his face to
the ground, exposing the red plus in his ass. He aggressively pulled out the
toy and in response, Tae gasped in pain.
            “No cumming for you tonight Tae, you’ve been very naughty. Let’s
see if Tae remembers what dry dick feels like,” Namjoon said before pushing his
hard dick into Tae’s rear end. It took much effort for Namjoon to push all the
way in, as every inch brought Tae into agonizing pain. Tae’s eyes quickly
closed shut as he cried out as the large man continued to force his large cock
into his upstretched asshole. They weren’t loud cries but Yoongi knew Tae was
hurting. Namjoon worked in and out of Tae quickly like a jackhammer. Yoongi
knew it wouldn’t last much longer but he could already see the blood from all
the way up where he was. Namjoon didn’t slow down; he keeps his fast pace up,
enjoying Tae’s painful grunts below him. The veins in Tae’s jaw were all
strained as he bit hard down on the rope in his mouth. Finally, when Yoongi
didn’t think Taehyung could take anymore, Namjoon quickly pulled out of him and
jacked off his bloody cock until he came all over Tae’s face.
            “Yoongi, cut him loose and take him back downstairs with
you,”Namjoon ordered. Yoongi hurried over to Tae, untying the ropes around his
wrists and mouth. Yoongi glared up at Namjoon as he went back up by the bed to
grab Tae’s pants just as Jimin had done for Hoseok the night bofore.
            “See you tomorrow, Suga,” Namjoon called out as Yoongi helped Tae
out the door.
            The brown hair boy winced in pain as he hobbled slightly to the
elevator door. Tae pushed Yoongi off of him half way down the hall.
            “I can do it myself,” He said to Yoongi. Yoongi just nodded knowing
Tae didn’t want to seem weak. Tae pushed for the elevator to go back down to
the dorm floor. As the two boys stepped off the elevator onto the 6th floor,
Tae grabbed Yoongi’s before he could walk away.
 
            “Please tell me you got it…”
 
 
 
 

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Chapter 8: “Please tell me you got it…”

            “Please tell me you got it,” Tae asked Yoongi while gripping his
arm firmly. Yoongi stared back at Taehyung’s stern face before nodding.
            “Yes, I got the imprint,” Yoongi replied while starting to pull out
the egg-shaped locket. Tae suddenly held up his hand to halt Yoongi’s actions.
            “Not here.”
            The two boys started to make their way over to the dorms to grab a
change of clothes and shower. As Yoongi walked over to his dresser, he noticed
Jungkook, Jimin and Hoseok all lying awake in their beds. Yoongi seemed
surprised as he observed the room for a moment.
            “It seems darker in here,” Yoongi thought out loud. Jimin who was
sitting on Hoseok’s bed next to Tae’s answered Yoongi’s question promptly.
            “Jin Hyung changed out sheets today! See!” He said while running
his hand over his dark comforter. It was quite the change from the bright pink
bed sheets that were on the bed this morning. A shiver crept down Yoongi’s back
as he realized the black color reminded him on Namjoon’s silk black sheets.
           
          “How was it today?” Hoseok asked Tae as he noticed him hobble over to
his dresser.
            “Could have been worse,” Tae replied dryly. Hoseok nodded in
concern. He reached into his night stand and retrieved a small silver can and
walked over to Tae.
            “Here, use this. Jin gave it to me yesterday, though I don’t know
how he knew I needed it,” Hoseok said before retiring to his bed. He pushed
Jimin off and shooed him away. Tae looked at the small can, reading over the
words.
            “Thank you,” He replied.
            In that moment Yoongi realized that the order of their beds all
seemed to be in the order in which the boys came to live in penthouse. Jin’s
bed was the first next to the far left wall. It sat directly in front of the
door leading out to the common space. Next was Jungkook’s bed, beside his was
Jimins, then Hoseok’s, Tae’s and finally Yoongi’s. There was however two empty
beds after Yoongi’s. He wondered if Namjoon would bring any more slaves into
the house anytime soon.
            Yoongi and Tae both made their way to the bathroom to take a
shower. As they both entered, Tae immediately motioned for Yoongi to follow him
to over to the sauna room. Once Yoongi had closed the door on both of them he
turned his attention back over to Tae.
            “There are no cameras in here, the heat would fog up the lens,” He
replied. That’s why Jimin and Jungkook hid in here,Yoongi concluded. Tae was
staring at Yoongi. For a moment Yoongi didn’t know what he was waiting for, but
then he realized he was waiting for the locket.
            “Sorry, Yoongi,” stated as he removed the small object from his
pocket. Tae opened the small egg shaped item and a smile crept onto his lips as
he saw the clear outline of the key sunken into the playdoh.
            “Perfect,” he stated.
            “How will you copy the key?” Yoongi questioned. It’s not as if Tae
could take the mold down to the hardware store and have them make a metal key
out of it. Plus Tae and Yoongi both were prohibited from leaving the penthouse.
“I’ll show you how I made the other one,” Tae answered. Yoongi stared hard at
Tae after he answered.
“Wait, you have another key,” he said shockingly.
“Shhhh!” Yoongi looked around nervously after he realized he was being
extremely
loud.
“Yes,” Tae whispered. “I made a copy of Jin’s key about a month ago,” he
answered.
“How did you get his key?” Yoongi asked surprised.
“Jin is very sloppy; he leaves his keys out all the time. Plus, most people
don’t question if something is taken unless it’s missing.” Tae said while
glancing outside the small sauna window.
  “Come on, we better get out of here, there are no camera’s but they might
suspect something if they see u in here too long,” Tae said. Yoongi nodded in
agreement before following Tae out of the sauna. Yoongi tried to remember to
always take the security cameras in to consideration.
 
They both showered for a long period of time. The clock above the door read 9:
30pm by the time the two boys shut off the water. As they dressed, Yoongi heard
Tae gasp in pain as he tried to put his pants on.
            “Do you need help?” Yoongi asked softly. Tae shrugged him off
quickly.
            “I’m fine,” he said as he buttoned his new Pj’s. Just like their
new sheets, Jin’s changed all their sleeping gear to silk black pajamas, to
match their new black sheets. Before they both headed to bed, Tae gave one last
word of advice. He turned to Yoongi with firm eyes before he spoke.
            “Just do whatever he says tomorrow…”
 
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            The next day after waking up, the group of boys went down to the
kitchen to meet Jin and receive their duties. As they ate their breakfast of
egg’s and toast, Jin told them their assignments.
            “Namjoon is having his yearly Halloween party in two weeks.
Jungkook will be going to the Market today to get food; I’ll be going out and
meeting with Joonie’s party planner. Joonie,Yoongi thought. What a silly name.
            “Jimin please polish the floors in the ball room…” Jin started to
say but was cut off by Jimin’s whining.
            “Hyung, I just did that the other day with Yoongi,” He stated.
Jin’s face was bright with annoyance.
            “I don’t care, do them again!” He spat. “You also will be cleaning
the 2nd floor today,” Jin said angrily. Jimin’s pouted in his seat while
crossing his arms.
“Araso?” Jin threatened.
“Ne,” Jimin answered reluctantly. Jin pursed his lips before continuing the
assignments.
  “Hoseok please clean the 4th floor, the pool will be added to the party rooms
this year. Make sure to clean the water and test the chlorine levels as well.
Yoongi I need to clean the Movie room and 5th floor, Tae you will take the
Dorms and rooftop. It hasn’t been cleaned since summer and Namjoon’s party will
also have a small dance floor and DJ up there. I need it to be pristine,
understand?” Even though the last question was only for Tae, all the boys
nodded in response.
            “You all go on ahead, I’m going to make a phone call first before I
leave,” Jin stated before wandering off to the other side of the kitchen.
 
            As the boys all piled back into the elevator once again. Yoongi
realized he didn’t ever visit the 2nd floor and didn’t know what was there. He
stared at the elevator numbers and ran through what was on them once again in
his head.
 
Floors:
1: Accessible, Ballroom, trash bin, Freddy the security guard who stands in
front of the Golden elevator that leads down to the exit.
2: Unknown
3: Accessible, Movie Room
4: Accessible, Pool
5: Accessible, Kitchen, dining room, entertainment living room.
6: Accessible, Dorms
7: Restricted, Namjoon’s suite, Jin’s private bedroom.
8: Unknown
9: Unknown
R: Unknown But probably the roof.
           
            Yoongi could only count five floors so far that was “accessible” to
him. That means there were two floors that he hadn’t been to yet.
            “Hoseok, what’s on the 2nd floor?” Yoongi asked curiously. The
taller dark haired boy looked surprised as he answered.
            “You haven’t been yet? It’s our gym, we can check it out after we
drop off Jimin and Kookie,” Hoseok gleamed. Yoongi suddenly wondered why Jin
hadn’t assigned him to clean it yet. Maybe Jin had taken care of it on his own
the past few days, Yoongi thought.
            After the group dropped off a grumpy Jimin and sleepy Jungkook on
the first floor, Tae, Hoseok, and Yoongi rode back up.
“2ND FLOOR…”
 
            The three boys stepped out into the well-lit gym. It was a state of
the art work out facility equipped with every machine you could ever hope to
use, plus large TV screens plastered everywhere. It even had a small room where
you could do hot Yoga if you wanted to really sweat.
            “Wow,” Yoongi stated while taking in the 360 degree windows once
again. Yoongi even started to mentally make plans for when he could come back
and let off some steam.
            “Dabaek right Hyung?” Hoseok stated. Hyung, Yoongi let the word
float around in the air.
“It’s great, this floor also has a steam room, which for some reason Namjoon
didn’t install on the others floors.” Hopie added. Yoongi nodded his head in
agreement. At least that was two places he now knew has no cameras. Yoongi also
realized he now only had one unknown floor left to figure out. Since Tae was
assigned to the rooftop today, Yoongi assumed that it had to be it.
 
            The three of them rode up the elevator once more. Hoseok was
dropped off to clean the pool and Yoongi was left alone with Tae again. As soon
as the doors closed on Hopie, Tae turned to face Yoongi.
            “We’re going to find out what’s on the other floor,” Tae almost
whispered. His face was so calm, which freaked Yoongi out.
            “Did you already make the key?” Yoongi questioned as he observed
Tae’s eyes. Tae started to reach into his pocket to pull something out.
            “Yes,” was all Tae said before the elevator doors slid open.
            “5th floor…”
            Yoongi’s breath was caught in his throat upon sight of Jin entering
the elevator.
            “I’ll ride the elevator down by myself after you go up.” Jin stated
while stepping in between Yoongi and Tae.
            “Okay,” Tae answered before lowering his eyes to the ground. Yoongi
felt a bead of sweat start to run down his neck as Jin turned to him and eyed
him confused.
            “Umm, aren’t you getting off Yoongi?” Jin questioned suspiciously
before narrowing his eyes.
            “Yes, sorry,” Yoongi stuttered before running off the elevator. As
the doors closed on the two boys, Yoongi could see Tae swallow nervously.
            That was too close, Yoongi thought. For the mean time he decided
that he would clean the 5th floor quickly before reuniting with
Taehyung. Hopefully Jin will have left by then, he thought. Yoongi quickly
walked around the large breakfast bar towards the kitchen and started with the
left over dishes. After he loaded the large dishwater he started to sweep
around the kitchen floor. As Yoongi nervously wondered if Jin had exited the
building he decided that he better make sure everything on this floor was in
place before he left. Yoongi strolled into the mini living room between the
large grand kitchen and the long guest dining table. He picked up a small furry
pillow and ran his fingers over the soft material. Real fur, he thought to
himself. He placed it securely at the end of the couch and continued to
rearrange all the accent pieces.
After Yoongi had tidied up the rest of the 5th floor, he decided to glance
outside many windows in the 360 glass wall. He watched as tiny construction
workers moved about down below him and boats moved over the river far off in
the distance. He suddenly sighed as he had a moment of realization. He missed
his family, he missed his freedom, and most of all he missed his piece of mind.
Ever since Yoongi had arrived at the penthouse his been a constant state fear
and turmoil. He started to wonder if it would always be like this if ever never
got to escape. Yoongi wondered if he would be able to call his mother and make
sure his family was okay. He stood there in the corner of the room puzzled. Do
they have phones here? He thought. Yoongi reminded himself to ask Tae if there
was a way he could contact his family.
“5th floor,” the deviant girl chimed. Yoongi snapped his attention to the
elevator. He stomach swirled with butterflies as he waited for the person to
step out of the doors. It could be anyone at this point, Jimin, Hoseok, Jin,
…Namjoon. Yoongi couldn’t rule anyone out. As if in slow motion, Tae poked his
head around the corner.
            “Hurry up!” He whispered. Yoongi wasted no more time as he almost
sprinted to the door. When the elevator closed on them, Tae pulled out a small
piece of plastic. As Yoongi observed it more he noticed the notches where
someone had cut away to form a small a plastic key.
            “How did you make that?” Yoongi asked astonished.
            “I traced the outline onto a soda bottle. This is how I used to
break into people’s houses,” Tae answered. “The plastic is strong enough to
hold if you turn it carefully.” Yoongi touched the piece of plastic with his
fingers. It felt sturdy, but Yoongi couldn’t image it would work on lock.
            Tae started to maneuver the plastic piece into the keyhole above
the numbers. With one slow turn both boys heard the lock click into place.
Yoongi was practically holding his breath as he watched Tae reach for the 8th
floor button and press it. As soon as Tae made contact with the button the
button was instantly illuminated. Yoongi sigh a bit in relief but still felt
fear running through him.
“Are you sure this is a good idea,” he nervously asked Tae. He watched the
brown haired boy think over the question before answering.
“I don’t know. All I know is that we have to find a way out,” Tae replied with
a serious look in his eyes. Yoongi could tell he was at his wits end living
here. He couldn’t image what it was like to deal with this, day in and day out
for months straight. He secretly hoped he wouldn’t have to find out.
“8th floor,” the sexy lady stated as the doors swung open. Yoongi took a deep
breath to calm his nerves. What they were doing was extremely dangerous and
Yoongi knew Tae was well aware of the consequences for sneaking around. As they
both stepped out into the dark open space Yoongi felt uneasy.
The first noticeable thing Yoongi could see was there were no open windows on
this floor. Just like the Movie Theater floor, all the windows were blackout
and covered up. The only light source they could see was the dim light bouncing
off of the TV monitors that lay before them. There was no doubt in Yoongi’s
mind about where they were. They had found Namjoon’s security system room.
Tae started to walk towards the center of the room. The floor space was just as
big as the previous floors, but the only thing in the entire room was the
monitors and the large curved desk below it. Yoongi thought it looked similar
to a TV production studio or an air traffic control room. There had to be over
fifty small windows staring back at Tae and Yoongi. All of them had a different
view of the house. Yoongi stared at one small monitor and realized the person
moving around in it was Jimin on the first floor. In another one he could see
Freddy the security guard standing in the same spot as before.
            “Wow,” Yoongi stated. “There’s more cameras than I thought,” he
said in shock. Tae didn’t respond. He was busy observing all the monitors. His
eyes bounce around from screen to screen, looking for something. When he
finally found what he was looking for he darted over to the right corner or of
the room.
              “What are you looking for?” Yoongi questioned confused. Tae
didn’t reply as he ran his fingers along the wall. When he finally touched the
item he was feeling for, he took a small pin from his pocket and seemed to be
poking at the wall. Yoongi looked down to the monitor Tae was previously
looking at on the sea of monitors and watched as one screen to his left started
to move slightly. Tae pushed the small dot on the wall until you could no
longer see Yoongi on the screen.
            “I don’t want to move them too much but we should try to be off
camera as much as possible. Namjoon probably won’t even search through these
videos since he doesn’t think anyone has access but just incase he does just be
aware of where they are at all times.” Tae stated.
            “Okay,” Yoongi responded. Tae made his way back over to the wall of
monitors and started to look at all of them. Yoongi knew there was no way they
could memorize all the locations in the short amount of time they had but he
tried to look at the rooms they spent the most time in. The dorms had two
cameras placed in them. One over looking the room length wise, and one placed
on the door. The common area had three and the bathrooms had two. The bathroom
had one staring straight at the showers like Yoongi remembered. The other was
facing the doorway entrance and was a wide enough angle to capture almost all
of the rest of the room. Yoongi could see the large Jacuzzi tub, the sauna
room, toilet stalls, and sinks. As Yoongi searched over the other screens he
found Hoseok cleaning the gym. There were about three cameras for the 2nd floor
where Hopie was. Yoongi examined all the camera angles for the workout room and
came across something that was interesting. He could see from the camera that
the back room for hot yoga was quite large, about the size of their dorm
bedroom actually but no where could Yoongi find a camera showing the inside of
the room. It seems if the room door were closed, no one would be able to see
inside .
            “Tae look,” Yoongi pointed to the screen. “They don’t have a camera
inside the yoga room.”
             Tae took in Yoongi’s observation before smiling.
             “That’s the kind of stuff we need to know, good eye.” Tae said
while patting Yoongi on the back. The two of them tried their best to glance at
every room in the house. They took mental notes on camera angles, locations and
how many cameras there were on each floor. Once a half an hour had gone by, Tae
suggested they leave before they were gone too long.
           Tae and Yoongi both stepped back into the elevator. Yoongi watched
as Tae put his plastic key back into the keyhole and turned slowly trying not
to break it. He quickly pressed floor six after he was done.
          “We’ll come back tonight with pen and paper and write everything
down,” Tae said. Yoongi was nervous about the thought of being out of bed at
night but he agreed to it.
           “Well leave the room after midnight, we need to make sure no one
else is awake,” Tae stated. Yoongi just nodded while nervously biting his lip.
He wanted to get out of this torture trap, he really did, but he was terrified
of putting himself in a worse situation.
 
            As they came to the 6th floor, the doors opened and Yoongi heart
sank to the floor. The tall blonde headed man was standing in front of the
doorway smiling back at them. Yoongi stood frozen in fear. He didn’t even know
what to say to the man that had obviously caught them coming down from a floor
above.
           “Well hello you two, what were you up to?” He asked curiously.
Yoongi gulped all the new salvia that was building up in the back of his
throat.
           “Annyeoung master,” Tae said while bowing. Yoongi quickly followed
suit behind Tae. He slapped himself mentally for forgetting again.
            “I was just showing Yoongi the rooftop sir, he hadn’t been up there
previously,” Tae said quickly. Yoongi mentally thanked God for Tae thinking
quick on his feet.
            “Is that so,” Namjoon said as his bottom lip curled into a smile.
Yoongi couldn’t tell if he was buying the lie or not.
             “Yes sir,” Yoongi replied, avoiding eye contact.
            “Well, what do you think?” Namjoon asked. Yoongi didn’t know what
to say. He had never even seen it before. This could be a trick.
            “It’s very lovely sir, just like the rest of your home,” Yoongi
replied. He dare not look up. If Namjoon were to peer into his eyes he would
reveal the truth.
             “Well good, I’m glad to hear it,” he said with his usual smirk. “I
have some bad new Suga, I have some business to tend to tonight and I won’t be
available after dinner like usual.” Yoongi almost let out a sigh of relief. He
couldn’t of heard better news in his life.
            “So, im afraid our first session will have to be right now,”
Namjoon stated. Yoongi head snapped up in shock. He instantly started to feel
his cheeks burn in embarrassment. He truly wasn’t mentally prepared for this
and now its been sprung on him at a moments notice.
              “I’m going to be taking you up now, Tae please continue on with
your chores.”
              “Yes, master,” Tae responded before getting off the elevator. Tae
didn’t look back at Yoongi as he disappeared from sight but Yoongi knew why.
Tae didn’t want to alert Namjoon as to what was going on.
 
               Yoongi took deep breaths as he rode up the elevator with the
tall man. He tried everything in his power to calm himself down but his nervous
were bouncing off the walls of his body. He still could hear tae’s words in his
head as he stepped back into the now familiar room.
“Just do whatever he says tomorrow…”
 
               Namjoon closed the suite door and made his over to the furniture
in front of the tall fireplace. He sat down and stared up at Yoongi.
               “Well…” He said while staring up at the scared pale boy. “Show
me what you got,” Namjoon demanded. Yoongi closed his eyes shut as he exhaled.
He opened them quickly but realized he was still paralyzed in fear.
               “I don’t have all day Suga,” He said starting to get irritated.
Yoongi forced his feet to walk towards the center of the room and he stopped a
few feet away from where Namjoon was sitting on the couch. Namjoon’s stern face
was watching his every move. His eyes burned holes in Yoongi’s pupils.
               “Here, I’ll do half the work for you,” He said as he unzipped
his jeans. He pulled his boxers briefs and pants down all in on swift motion.
Namjoon’s large length sprang free as he did and Yoongi had to take another
deep breath upon sight of the massive member. He really didn’t know how to
start. He had never even had a blowjob really. A sloppy girl sucking while he
was lying there wasted wasn’t really the training he needed for this moment. He
never thought he’d be doing this to another man and he didn’t know the first
thing about pleasuring someone else.
                “Do something at least, I’m not really in the mood to be mean
to your right now Suga,” Namjoon said exhausted. Yoongi nodded and tried to
think of something to do. He kneeled down in between Namjoon’s legs, just as
Hoseok had done to him two nights ago. With a sweaty shaky palm, Yoongi
mustered up the courage to reach a hand out towards Namjoon’s hard cock and
wrap his fingers around it.
              “That’s better,” Namjoon praised. “I want to see how well you can
get me off,” he stated while pulling his hands back and resting them behind his
head. Yoongi nodded again nervously. He didn’t want to do any of this, but
after the week he had gone through he knew he had no choice. There was no
escaping this moment. Yoongi started to slowly move his hand up and down
Namjoon’s length. After some time he switched hands and started to rub a little
faster, just like he would his own cock.
                “I appreciate the hand job but I really want to test out that
mouth, I’ve been waiting all week,” Namjoon said while licking his lips.
Yoongi’s cheeks flared up in heat again. His eyebrows furrowed unknowingly as
he fought back anger. He hated the feeling of being embarrassed and helpless in
front of Namjoon.
                Slowly and reluctantly, Yoongi started to inch his mouth
towards Namjoon’s cock. Namjoon’s eyes intensely stared at him as he got
excited watching Yoongi inch closer. Yoongi took one more deep breath, trying
to find the courage to put Namjoon’s large cock in his mouth. He almost vomited
looking at the pre-cum dripping down out of his slit. He tried to push it to
the back of his mind as he wrapped his mouth around the head. Namjoon threw his
head back in pleasure as Yoongi’s lips finally made contact with his hard dick.
                “mm..yeah..” Namjoon moaned while his eyes watched Yoongi make
little suctions on the head of his cock. Yoongi could taste the sour pre-cum
and sweat on his tongue. This was nothing like the pornos made it seem. They
always showed girls enjoying themselves as they devoured a man’s penis down but
this didn’t taste like candy. Yoongi let the cock fall out of his mouth and he
swallowed the gross tastes of Namjoon down his throat.
                “Come on Suga, I need more than that,” Namjoon said irritated
that Yoongi had removed his mouth. Namjoon started to snake his hand around the
back of Yoongi’s neck, trying to force the smaller boy back on his cock. Yoongi
instinctively moved away from his hand quickly which resulted in Namjoon losing
all his patients for Yoongi all at once. Before Yoongi knew it Namjoon had his
fingers intertwined in his hair once more and was roughly guiding his massive
member towards his lips.
                “Open up the pretty little mouth of yours,” Namjoon spat
between his gritted teeth. Yoongi couldn’t hold back any longer. His fight or
flight mode had kicked into high gear and he started to try and run away from
the tall man. As Yoongi turned to run he was tripped by Namjoon’s foot and
landed with a thud at the base of his feet. Swiftly Namjoon straddled the
smaller boys body and some how flipped Yoongi around so that he was now lying
on his back on the floor.
               “You’ll just have to learn the hard way Yoongi, but you know, I
quite enjoy the struggle,” Namjoon said while securing Yoongi’s arms underneath
his straddled thighs. Yoongi was lying flat on the ground with his arms pined
to his sides by Namjoon’s legs. He felt the blonde man pick up his head off the
ground and start to push it forwards towards his cock once more.
           
                “If you bite, you’ll regret it,” he threatened. Yoongi didn’t
get to say anything in response before Namjoon forced his large member all the
way into the back of his throat. Yoongi felt tears prick the corners of his
eyes as his mouth stretched wider than it ever had in his life. His jaw was
fully overextended as his muscled tried to close his mouth. He could feel the
top of Namjoon’s dick slamming to the back of his throat and he immediately
started to dry heave around the member.
                “Ugh, fuck Suga, your mouth feels amazing,” Yoongi heard him
say but he couldn’t process anything at the moment. He tried with all his might
to pull away from Namjoon’s grip but it was no use. All Yoongi could do was try
and move his neck backwards and wiggle around underneath Namjoon’s heavy
thighs.
               “Don’t worry baby, I’m almost there,” Namjoon said through heavy
breaths. He continued to pound into his mouth making it hard for Yoongi to
breathe. He desperately took breaths through his nose during the moments that
Namjoon pulled out briefly. Yoongi feared that if Namjoon didn’t finish soon,
he would pass out from lack of oxygen. Thankfully that was not the case as
Namjoon gripped his head hard one last time and submerged his cock deep in
Yoongi’s mouth while he shot his load down his throat. After a moment he
released the pale boy beneath him and Yoongi head fall back down to the ground.
He lay on the floor gaping and chocking for air. He coughed several times as
cum came flying out of his mouth and down his chin. A breathless Namjoon
removed himself from his seated position on Yoongi’s chest.
               “That was pathetic, I’ll be expecting more from you next time,”
He said while putting his clothes back on. Yoongi didn’t answer as he was still
on the floor gasping for air. Suddenly Namjoon rushed back down to Yoongi and
grabbed his jaw with his right hand. His fingers and one cheek and his thumb on
the other were squeezing so hard Yoongi feared he would cut open the inside of
his mouth with his teeth.
               “Did you hear me boy,” Namjoon stated so calmly it scared the
crap out of Yoongi. He looked up into Najoon’s eyes while trying to talk and
nod at the same time.
                “Yes,” he tried to say.
                “Yes what?!” Namjoon spat again. Yoongi was trying to pry
Namjoon’s hard grip off of his face once again. He didn’t know what Namjoon
wanted from him. A hard slap came across his cheek, stinging his eyes.
                “Yes what?!” Namjoon yelled again louder this time. Yoongi held
the tear back as Namjoon waited for answer. As the second slap ran across his
face, Yoongi realized what answer Namjoon was looking for.
                  “Yes what?!” he yelled one final time.
“Yes master!”
 
 
 
 
 
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***** “Yes Master!” *****
Chapter: 9 “Yes Master!”
 
         Yoongi still sat on the floor gasping for breath as Namjoon quickly
dressed. He felt his pride sink away as he realized that Namjoon now had him.
He was a real sex slave now with no power and no voice. It killed a part of him
inside to admit it. He didn’t want to be owned, he didn’t want be violated. All
he wanted in that moment was to see his mother’s face and he instantly
regretted ever leaving home.
 
(Flash back)
         “Be strong Min Yoongi,” His mother said while zipping up the small
boy’s jacket. She was heavily pregnant and had trouble bending down to help the
young boy dress.
         “I’m scared Eomma, I don’t want to go to school, I want to stay home
with you!” A frightened 6-year-old Yoongi sniffled as his mother got him ready
for school.
         “Please don’t…don’t make me go!” He cried as she ignored him and
continued to buddle him up.
         “Yoongi ah, where’s my brave warrior that killed the magical dragon?”
She asked sweetly, reminding him of his bravery while playing make believe
yesterday afternoon. Yoongi who was still upset didn’t respond to her. He
continued to sniffle as she placed his hat on top of his head that had flaps to
keep his ears warm. He looked like a round marshmallow with all the layers of
winter clothes covering his tiny body. He did his best to try to scowl at her,
hoping she would feel bad and let him stay home from his first day at
kindergarten. She just chuckled before kissing his cheek.
         “You’ll be fine my love,” she cooed as patted his bum and pushed him
out the door towards the sidewalk where other kids were waiting for the bus to
arrive. A terrified Yoongi made his way down the stairs and waddled to the bus
stop. He looked back at his mother one last time before the bus pulled up to
take him and the other children away. He watched his moms rosy smile spread
across her face as she yelled one last line of encouragement.
         “Min Yoongi! Fighting!”
(End of Flack back)
         Namjoon’s voice brought Yoongi back out of his painful memories.
         “What do you mean you can’t find him? I told you to take care of his
yesterday! Tell Choong to bring the car around. I’ll take care of this myself.”
         Yoongi watched him hang up the phone and shove it into his pocket. He
seemed to have forgotten about Yoongi for a moment as he rubbed his neck and
started to walk past him. Yoongi  stood slowly from the ground and monitored
Namjoon’s actions. He wanted to leave but was terrified of doing something rash
to set off the blonde man again. Yoongi mustered up his courage, pushing down
some more of his pride before he spoke out loud.
         “Master?” He spoke flatly, feeling the word bounce off his tongue. It
felt foreign and odd, almost laughable. Namjoon’s head quickly snapped towards
Yoongi’s direction as he realized that the boy was still in his presence.
         “What?” He asked instantly. Yoongi swallowed a large lump before
responding.
         “Am I free to go,” He said awkwardly. Namjoon looked him up and down
as if Yoongi was threatening him.
         “Yes, you may leave,” Namjoon stated right as he received another
phone call. As Namjoon started talking on the phone again, Yoongi snuck away
towards the exit. As soon as he was outside of Namjoon’s suite he felt a small
bit of pressure alleviate from his shoulders.
I’ve got to get out of here…
 
Yoongi could still taste Namjoon in his mouth as he made his way back
downstairs in the elevator. As he reached up to his mouth for the fifth time to
wipe away something that wasn’t there, he caught a glimpse of himself in the
mirror-covered walls. He pushed his black hair out of his face as he observed
his features. He noticed his facial bruising was almost gone. His skin tone was
almost completely back to normal but now Yoongi had different scares to deal
with. He had never felt so disgusting and dirty before in his life. Yoongi just
couldn’t shake the feeling of shame as he stared back at his reflection. As he
felt the tears threaten to fall, he blinked them back quickly before exiting
the elevator.
Be strong…
“6th floor.”
Yoongi walked out of the elevator and searched the common room for Taehyung.
When he didn’t see him he marched towards the dorms in search of him. Yoongi
pushed open the door to their bedroom and was met with no one yet again. He
took in his surroundings, noticing all the beds were made and the floors were
neatly swept meaning Tae had already finished cleaning in there. Yoongi turned
on his heels and walked towards the bathroom now at a quickened pace. He didn’t
know why he was in such a rush to find Tae but his legs carried him quickly to
find the other boy.
As Yoongi pushed open the door, his heart was already pounding in his chest.
His frantic eyes scanned the room for any sign of life. As Yoongi double over
the room entirely, his stomach sank at the realization that Tae was nowhere to
be found. He couldn’t help it anymore; the tears came splashing down his cheeks
as he sank to the floor next to the sauna door. He buried his face in his arms
and pulled his knees up to his chest. The frustration over whelmed him.
Why are you crying! Pull yourself together idiot! Stay vigilant! He screamed at
himself inside his mind has he violently sniffled into his arms. Yoongi could
see it now, he was having a breakdown. This place had taken a toll on him and
now he felt more vulnerable than ever. He hated it, hated the feeling of being
weak, hated being held against his will. The hot tears stained his arms as he
chest heaved in heavy breathes. He desperately tried to calm his breathing but
he couldn’t bring the tears to stop. He didn’t know how long he sat there
before a voice called out to him.
“Yoongi?” A voice called out from the doorway. Yoongi couldn’t look up at who
was speaking. He was embarrassed and ashamed that someone had found him in his
crumbled state. He didn’t dare look up even when a pair of hands started to
caress his shoulders.
“Yoongi Hyung, what’s wrong?”
         Yoongi lifted his head and glanced up to see whose hands were touching
him. When he looked up his eyes were met with dark haired boy whose eyes looked
extremely concerned.
         “Are you okay?” Jimin asked Yoongi again. He was crouched down next to
Yoongi on the floor, peering down at the older boy. Yoongi sniffled a few more
times before drying his eyes rapidly and rushed to stand up.
         “I’m fine, I just got some dust in my eyes,” Yoongi harshly said to
the shorter boy.
         “Hyung it’s okay, you can tell me,” Jimin responded while standing up
along with Yoongi.
         “I said I’m fine!” Yoongi said as he all ran out of the bathroom door
leaving Jimin confused. His eyes still stung as he vigorously rubbed at them.
He blinked several times, trying to get the water to disappear without any
luck. Yoongi made his way quickly back over to the elevator and pushed the
button to go down. He didn’t want to talk to Jimin and at this point he didn’t
want to find Tae either. When the girl called out to state that the elevator
had arrived, Yoongi quickly pressed the 3rd floor button, praying Jimin wasn’t
following quickly behind him. When the elevator doors closed finally he breathe
out a sigh of relief.
         Yoongi quickly tided up the movie theater floor. He made sure the
fridge was cleaned out and the floors were vacuumed. It didn’t take him long
but he was already mentally exhausted by the time he finished. All he really
wanted to do was take a nap and turn off his mind from all the bullshit. About
thirty minutes after he started cleaning he decided to sit down on the edge of
the couch bed. He scanned the dark room, taking in the silence once more as he
sat alone in the room.
         “3rd floor,” he heard the elevator speaking again.
         Yoongi looked back at the elevator, a glimmer of hope that Tae was
going to appear around the corner. Yoongi watched as the tall figure stepped
out of the elevator, stopping in the middle of the room. The tall boy scanner
over Yoongi’s frame as he stood observing the room with his hands clasped
behind his back.
         “Hmm…good Job Yoongi, but you did miss sweeping in between the rows of
seats and be sure next time to get all the corners while vacuuming,” Jin said
while critiquing Yoongi’s work. He stiffened as the tall boy walked around the
theater, looking for something to point out. Although he was searching for
things Yoongi had missed, he didn’t feel threatened by the Jin standing before
him in this moment. He didn’t know which Jin he would get anymore. The caring
motherly “Jin”, or the Jealous second hand of Namjoon “Jin”.
         “Just make sure to finish up those two things. I’ll be up to check the
fifth floor later,” he said while making his way back towards the elevator.
Yoongi just stood taking in the silence as Jin left. Obviously he had bigger
fish to fry. He was happy that the older boy wasn’t in a brutal mood today but
he found it rather odd. He ran his fingers threw his sweaty mane before he
started on the tasks that Jin had pointed out to him.
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         After dinner all the boys returned to their living area as usual. Tae
had reappeared after his chores were completed but Yoongi didn’t get a chance
to speak to him about pulling through with their plan to return to the security
room later that night. As they all piled out of the elevator Yoongi turned to
Tae but didn’t say anything. Tae returned his gaze as if to acknowledge
Yoongi’s question regarding their plan.
         “I think I’m going to head down to the gym tonight. Let off some
steam,” He stated out loud. Yoongi knew him meant for all the boys to hear of
his plans. Tae’s face showed no signs of mischief as the other boys nodded in
response. Tae turned to Yoongi again, his face playing a perfect part in a
play.
         “Yoongi, do you want to join?” Tae asked out loud. Yoongi knew it was
just for show. He responded casually, making it seem very convincing that the
two boys were merely sharing a workout space together.
         “Sure, that sounds great,” said Yoongi while responding to Tae’s
invitation. Hoseok made his way over to the couch, barely listening to the two
boys converse. Jimin glanced at Yoongi, trying to read his face before turning
away and finding a cozy spot next to Hopie on the couch. Yoongi was grateful to
Jimin for not bringing up his emotional state earlier. He had to focus on the
task at hand. The two started to argue about which drama they wanted to watch
that evening while Kookie and the other hand headed towards the bedroom.
         Tae, Jungkook, and Yoongi all made their way towards the rooms in one
silent line. Once inside Tae and Yoongi went over to their dressers to find
workout clothes. Jungkook was opening a bag that he had brought back with him
from the market.
         “Guys look what I bought today!” The maknae exclaimed while holding up
what looked to be a suit. “I bought it for Master Namjoon’s Halloween party! He
promised me that I would get to go this year, can you guess what it is?” he
asked excitedly. Yoongi head tilted sideways as he tried to guess the younger
boys costume.
         “Are you a butler?” Tae questioned. Kookie’s face dropped after his
response. He pulled out a mask that was only to cover half his face and held it
up with the suit.
         “I’m the phantom of the opera!” He gleamed, clearly excited to visit
the gala for the first time. “This way no one will see my face either, well
half of it anyways,” the maknae stated.
         “Ah, nice, I like it,” Tae responded to the younger once more. The two
older boys weren’t in the right mood to share Kookie’s excitement but Yoongi
knew Tae was doing it to not cause alarm or suspicion. Kookie’s face brightened
after Taehyung’s complement and he left the room to go show the other boys out
in the living room. Yoongi and Tae both changed into their gear, Yoongi now
comfortable enough to change freely in the room along with the other boys. They
didn’t speak a word towards each other until they were in the privacy of the
elevator once again.
         “How’d it go this afternoon,” Tae asked instantly as the doors closed.
Yoongi’s face dropped. He didn’t exactly want to talk about his afternoon spent
with Namjoon. Tae must have noticed Yoongi’s response because he quickly told
Yoongi he didn’t have to talk about it.
         “No, it’s okay. It wasn’t as bad as what you had to go through
yesterday,” Yoongi said quickly trying to brush the subject off. Tae’s big eyes
studied Yoongi’s facial features, searching for any hint of a lie. He must have
bought it because he didn’t press Yoongi any further. They quickly reached the
2nd floor where the gym resided. Yoongi stepped out, looking at the view of
Seoul’s nighttime landscape and taking in the city’s beauty.
         “We have to work out and then we can go into the steam room
afterwards,” Tae barely whispered. Yoongi nodded in response and the two went
in separate directions. Yoongi had never been a person who worked out at the
gym. He was scrawny and didn’t eat much to begin with so his mother always told
him to avoid moving around too much. Yoongi scanned the various equipment
surrounding him in the brightly lit room. He didn’t know which one to start
with and truth be told he was intimidated by them. His eyes landed on something
he knew was simple enough for even him, the treadmill. Yoongi fiddled with the
machine until he got it to start and then started with a brisk walk leading up
to a full run by the end of his forty-five-minute workout. Taehyung had managed
to hit about three machines, not including the free weights. He ended his
workout about the same time Yoongi finished his. Out of breath, the two boys
made their way back to the center of the gym before “discussing” their next
plan of action.
         “Wanna sit in the steam room for a bit?” Tae said out loud, only
stating for the camera’s to really hear. Yoongi nodded a yes in response. They
both made their way over to the steam room which looked very similar to the
sauna in their dorm. The only difference that Yoongi could see was that the
inside was twice as big as the small sauna upstairs, it had one long seat that
was ‘U’ shaped that wrapped around the inside of the room. Unlike the dry sauna
which was planked in wood, the steam room was only covered in expensive tiles,
no doubt Namjoon’s taste as the dark black color mixed in with the limited gray
tiles.
         As the room started to heat up and get steam, Yoongi couldn’t help but
feel relaxed. If they were going to have any secret meeting anywhere, Yoongi
was glad it was in the steam room, away from everyone else. He and Tae were now
only dressed in their shorts as they sat in the misty room. Yoongi couldn’t
explain it, but he was just felt safer in Tae’s presence more than anyone
else’s. Even though Jimin had expressed concern earlier when Yoongi was having
his breakdown, he wouldn’t feel comfortable telling Jimin how he felt. The
other boys weren’t like them; they didn’t seem to want to leave this horrible
place. They must have Stockholm syndrome, Yoongi thought to himself. That’s the
only way Yoongi could justify them tolerating that prick they called master.
       
         “So what’s the plan,” Yoongi asked. He could barely see in front of
his face now as the steam filled up the room and made it slightly hard to
breath.
         “At midnight well go up, we need to check out the rest of the floors,
9 and 10 tonight,” Tae said from across the small room.
         “How do we know it will be safe?” Yoongi asked, weighing out all the
negative problems that could go wrong tonight. Yoongi could no longer see Tae’s
face but he listened as he responded.
         “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe,” Tae responded. Yoongi’s ears perked
up at the other boys promise. Yoongi couldn’t help but feel a twinge of
happiness as Tae spoke those words.
         “I have a plan.”
         “Well…what’s the plan then.”
         “I can’t really explain it well but I’ll show you tonight,” Tae
responded. Yoongi became annoyed. This was the only chance they would get to
discuss anything of value and Tae was keeping him in the dark. Maybe I
shouldn’t trust him so much, he thought to himself. Tae is ready to break out
of this place, he might do anything to do that, even throw someone else down in
front of Namjoon. Yoongi slightly put his guard back up. He didn’t want to be
blind sided if Tae ended up sacrificing Yoongi for some awful plan of his.
         As Tae went over out loud what he thought Namjoon had on the other
floors, Yoongi relaxed more into the steam. He felt the calm sweep over him as
he listened to Tae’s theories and his ideas of how to escape. One included an
idea about a hidden stare case in the building; another was a plan to jump to
the next skyscraper somehow and flee down the tower. All seemed reasonable
enough to Yoongi, he just wondered if they were really possible to achieve.
         About twenty-five minutes of soaking in the steam room, the two boys
were covered in sweat and their fingers were starting to prune. Tae suggest
they get out and shower in the gym bathroom before heading back upstairs.
         “We don’t have clean clothes down here though,” Yoongi stated holding
his sweaty shirt in his hand.
         “It’s okay, they have towels down here and we can just wrap ourselves
in those when we go back upstairs. It’s only Namjoon and us who live here
anyways,” Tae responded. Tae started to walk towards a back room where Yoongi
assumed more showers would be when the familiar voice chimed in again,
notifying them that someone was arrive on the floor.
         “2nd floor…”
         Yoongi’s head snapped towards the elevator doors so quickly, he was
scared he looked guilty of something even though he was merely standing in the
center of the room. Both the boys watched as Jin exited the elevator, eyeing
both of them. Yoongi wondered if the boys upstairs had told him they were down
here or if Jin simply found them on camera working out.
         “Yoongi, Namjoon wants to see you tonight,” Jin said as he stood in
front of them with his arms folded in front of his chest. Yoongi’s heart start
to pound widely in as the adrenalin kicked in again. He glanced at the clock
over in the corner, which read 10:30pm on the wall.
         “Again? But I was just…”
         “Stop, it doesn’t matter if you were with him earlier. If Master
Namjoon wants you five times a day for breakfast, lunch and dinner then you
will obey, understand?” Jin said cutting Yoongi off. He voice wasn’t raised but
it was in a steady dangerous tone. Yoongi nervously glanced back at Tae who
only blinked back at him blankly. Yoongi knew the plans they had just made were
now out the window. He doubted he would return back to the room in time to go
up by midnight, and even if he did, it was dangerous with Namjoon and Jin still
awake.
         Yoongi looked up at Jin’s fixed face. His eyes were locked on
Yoongi’s, watching his every move, waiting for him to rebel so he could tell
Namjoon about his disobedience again. Defeated, Yoongi started to make his way
towards Jin. When his feet reached the older boys location Jin turned on his
heels and walked back into the elevator with Yoongi following right behind him.
Tae’s expression was still blank as the doors shut on him for the second time
today.
         Jin again put his golden brown key into the same slot as always and
turned it before pressing the 7th floor button, the number Yoongi was really
starting to hate the most. He looked down at the shirt still hanging from his
pale hand and he realized he was still sweaty from the workout and steam room.
         “Shouldn’t I shower first?” Yoongi asked the taller boy out loud. He
bit his lip nervously, wondering if Namjoon would be angrier that Yoongi
arrived indecent and dirty. Jin didn’t even turn to look at him as he
responded.
         “You won’t be needing a shower,” Jin stated as they strolled out of
the elevator.
         Once back in Namjoon’s familiar suite, Yoongi felt slightly exposed
standing shirtless next to Jin. The taller boy’s broad shoulders made Jin look
masculine and made Yoongi feel small in comparison. He couldn’t see Namjoon
right away but he soon heard his voice booming from somewhere up on the higher
platform in the room.
         “Come boys, I’m excited for this,” Yoongi could hear Namjoon say. Jin
started to walk up the slight steps towards the back of the suite where the
four post bed lay. Yoongi crept up the steps behind Jin and found Namjoon
standing in the doorway of his bathroom. His arm was propped up above his head
and he was leaning on one leg.
         “Come Suga, I have a surprise for you.”
         Yoongi stomach started to fill with the familiar feeling of
butterflies…no bees, buzzing around trying to fight their way out. He slowly
walked towards the tall blonde man in the doorway, keeping his eyes fixed on
the floor below him. Once his heavy feet reached their destination they stopped
moving about a foot away from Namjoon’s frame.
         Yoongi felt the familiar rough hands reach up and gently tilt us chin
up, making him gaze up to his face.
         “I’m sorry about earlier ok, let’s start over. I wasn’t lying when I
said I was excited about you coming to live here,” He said in a soft voice. As
Yoongi resisted the urge to pull his face away from Namjoon’s fingers, he
couldn’t help but be slightly confused. Namjoon was apologizing to Yoongi,
which seemed rather odd after all the things he had witnessed during the past
week.
         With a sudden motion, Namjoon had pressed his lips down onto Yoongi’s
mouth. Still in shock, Yoongi took a sudden step back from him without
realizing it. Instantly he regretted moving away from him. He feared Namjoon
would be angry and beat him, hit him, take him, but he didn’t. He just stood
there looking at Yoongi from the doorway with a slightly confused look on his
face.
         Yoongi stole a glance at Jin who was off to the side watching the
ordeal. Jin’s lips were pursed into the thinnest line Yoongi had seen to date.
He could see a fist start to form into a ball at Jin’s side but his eyes stayed
calm. As he glanced fearfully back at Namjoon, he rushed to apologize for the
act of disobedience.
         “I’m sor...sorry,” He stuttered out.
         “I’m sorry…?” Namjoon stated, prolonging the sorry as to cue Yoongi to
his mistake at forgetting his title. Yoongi nervously swallowed as he realized
his error.          
         “I’m sorry master,” He blurted out. He still felt awkward standing
shirtless before the two men. He slowly tried to cover up his body with his
arms but failed miserably.
         “It’s okay baby, let’s forget about it. Come in here so I can show you
your surprise,” Namjoon cooed. As Jin heard Namjoon call Yoongi one of his pet
names, he angrily started to bite his lip and crossed his arms in front of his
chest. Yoongi was so confused; he didn’t know what was going on. Why is he
being so…nice, he thought to himself. This could only be a bad sign. As Namjoon
stepped aside for Yoongi to enter the grand bathroom once more, Jin followed at
his heels. Once inside Namjoon walked over to his counter where the sinks were
and motioned to a box of hair dye.
         “Well, what do you think?” Namjoon asked excitedly. Yoongi observed
the box of hair dye, which displayed a young man with platinum blonde hair. He
looked back up at Namjoon, eyeing him suspiciously.
         “I..I don’t understand…..master.” he stated, almost forgetting to add
master yet again. Yoongi licked his lips nervously, waiting for Namjoon to
respond. He watched as the tallest man picked up the box dye and held it out to
him.
         “You don’t like the color?” He questioned a little upset. Yoongi
looked back at the boy on the box who wore a brightly wide smile. He seemed to
be very happy that his hair was the color of the sun and looked as if he was
trying to convince Yoongi that he indeed wanted to be blonde as well.
         “No, I like it master,” Yoongi tried to recover the rejection.
Namjoon’s white smile appeared once more as he heard Yoongi’s response. He
wondered if Namjoon chose what color every boy’s hair would be. Maybe that’s
why everyone’s hair was different amongst his slaves.
         “Good, because I think this color would look great on you. Blonde will
suit you more than your dark black hair," He said bluntly. "Jin, please help
Suga with the process,” Namjoon ordered.
         “Yes master,” the reddish haired boy answered as he spitefully started
to obey. Namjoon got a phone call in that instance and left the two boys alone
as he exited the room. Yoongi was placed at the edge of the jetted tub as Jin
dyed his raven black mane to match Namjoon’s brightly dyed hair. It stung a
little as he waited about forty-five minutes for the dye to work. After some
time Namjoon came back to check on the progress.
         “Wow, impressive,” he stated while staring down at Yoongi. "Okay, go
wash it out now," Namjoon said while pointing over to the shower across the
room.
         Yoongi made his way over the shower he had previously used the night
Jin had tortured him on Jimin’s birthday. He quickly took off his shorts,
blushing as he did before entering the shower. He was familiar with the nobs
and quickly turned on the water as he stepped inside, hiding his small frame
away from peering eyes. He turned his back to the wall with the nobs and slowly
started to work the dye out of his hair. He kept his eyes glued shut as he
worked his fingers into the newly course fibers on his head. After about ten
minutes he had finished getting all the bleach out of his hair just in time to
hear the shower door open. Yoongi eye’s shot open as he scanned who was
entering the large shower. He watched as a very naked Jin made his way over to
him. He stopped to stand under the showerhead across from Yoongi, letting the
water fall over his firm shoulders. Yoongi’s cheeks flushed bright pink as he
stood naked in front of the older boy. He turned away so that his back was
facing to Jin but it was no use as he heard the shower door open a second time
and Namjoon stepped in.
         Yoogni didn’t make any sudden movements this time. His eyeballs
followed Namjoon intensely as he made his way over to the two boys standing
under the water in the large shower. Namjoon reached his hand up to Yoongi’s
now bright blonde mop and ran his fingers through the damp hair.
         “Very nice, Suga, I think blonde really does suite you more. It brings
a new energy to your face,” Namjoon stated as both his hands now started to
caress Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi swallowed hard as he tried to breathe calmly in
and out of his nose. He was uncomfortable again being in Namjoon’s presence,
especially with Jin staring right over his shoulder. He feared what tonight
would bring him. Namjoon lowered his mouth to Yoongi’s neck and started to suck
on the tender skin. He let the water from above stream down his shoulders and
back and he kissed his way down Yoongi’s collarbone and chest. Yoongi started
to tremble under his touch, he closed his eyes tightly as his body was violated
under Namjoon’s lips.
         “Relax,” Namjoon whispered into Yoongi’s ear, making him shiver. He
really didn’t know how he was supposed to act. Namjoon was almost touching him
as if he was a lover, not a slave. Yoongi glanced back at Jin who was still
standing behind Namjoon. His eyes were dark and his eyebrows were furrowed.
Yoongi didn’t know if he was about to be taken by both men, or if he would have
to service both men, either way he prayed it wouldn’t be over quickly.
         As Namjoon started to kiss up the other side of Yoongi’s neck, his
hand snaked down to his lip dick. And uncomfortable feeling shot through
Yoongi’s body as he again resisted pulling away from Namjoon’s touch. Namjoon
pulled his lips off of Yoongi’s skin with a loud sucking sound.
         “Jin,” is all he had to say before the reddish-haired boy immediately
came around from behind and kneeled down in front of both blonde men. The hot
water poured over all three boys in the shower, bouncing off of shoulder blades
and foreheads. Water sprinkled into Yoongi’s eyes, making it slightly hard to
see what was happening below him. Without out warning Namjoon started to moan
while stilling holding Yoongi’s neck in his hands. His grip tightened slightly
as he started to be pleasured from Jin below. Yoongi looked down to see Jin
taking Namjoon’s cock into his mouth deeply before pulling his member back out
and repeating the process. Jin’s right hand was working Namjoon’s balls at the
same time, massaging and caressing them in unison with his mouth, driving
Namjoon crazy. As this process continued Yoongi suddenly felt a hand again grab
hold of his limp cock.
         “You aren’t enjoying this Suga,” Namjoon asked through moans. He tried
for thirty more seconds to get Suga hard but after no luck he stopped, removing
his hand from Yoongi’s cock. He gently pulled off Jin’s mouth from his own hard
dick, Jin gasping for air in the process.
         “Get Suga off,” He ordered the older boy on his knees. Without a word,
Jin attached his mouth to Yoongi’s member has Namjoon simultaneously attacked
his mouth with his lips once more. The unwanted stimulation was odd for Yoongi,
he could feel he body started to respond to Jin’s mouth, just as it had when
Hoseok was blowing him previously but there was nothing about it that he
actually enjoyed.
         “Come for me baby,” Namjoon whispered against his lips. Yoongi didn’t
know if he could. Not once in the entirety of being in the house had he
actually cum during all his encounters. He didn’t think he actually could as he
felt Jin’s wet mouth tighten around him. Yoongi’s breathing started to pick up
involuntarily. He still had his eyes closed as the two boys raided his physique
with their lips. Namjoon ran his hands up and down his body, caressing all his
orifices as Jin switched from his mouth to his hand and went to use his tongue
to swirl warm wet designs on Yoongi’s testicles. Although this was the last
thing Yoongi wanted to do, he started to feel a build up again deep in his
belly just like last time. His body couldn’t help but be drawn to the
sensations being worked upon his skin. He started to pant lightly under
Namjoon’s frame, his chest starting to heavy more. He didn’t know if he should
really be enjoying any part of this but in his mind he wanted to He wanted that
build up to continue to come, he needed it, need a release after all the stress
of this week, heck this month even.
         “That’s it Suga, it feels good doesn’t it?” Namjoon murmured as he
pulled his mouth off of the smaller boys lips. Yoongi licked his lips as he
caught his breath.
         “Ye…yes master,” he barely spoke out.
         “You like that don’t you?” Namjoon asked. Yoongi didn’t know what to
do. On one hand he had to keep answering these questions, on the other hand he
didn’t exactly want Jin touching his cock at all.
         “Yes master.”
         “Cum for me baby, I want to see your body tremble with pleasure,”
Namjoon stated softly as he started to again plant kisses along Yoongi’s neck.
Yoongi’s brain was spinning. This was all so confusing and fucked up to him.
Was Namjoon fucking with his head on purpose? Why would he have Jin pleasure
him? What did he get out of it? Yoongi didn’t have time to finish his thought
process; he was almost at his climax. The boys in the house really did know how
to please because even though Yoongi wasn’t consciously thinking about his
orgasm, it was coming just the same. Yoongi’s chest started to heave as his
breathing picked up more. He prayed it would be over soon.
         “That’s it, you’re almost there,” Namjoon whispered seductively.
Yoongi opened his eyes slightly and caught a quick glimpse of the taller man
starting to stroke his long hard cock as he watched Jin work Yoongi’s dick. Jin
ran his tongue along the under side of Yoongi’s penis, making the newly blonde
boy shiver. He suddenly stuck his whole dick back into his mouth, swallowing
him deeply. Yoongi looked down as he watched his member slide in and out of
Jin’s full lips, he tensed up and slightly curled his toes as he felt his
climax getting closer. By now he almost couldn’t help it, the soft moans were
spilling from his lips unintentionally and he couldn’t stop them.
         “Cum in his mouth, “ Namjoon ordered, knowing the smallest of the boys
wouldn’t be lasting much longer. Yoongi just nodded while licking his lips and
preparing mentally for his load to come pouring out. His body was shaking at
the over stimulation. Two more sucks and Yoongi body started to spill all he
had into Jin’s mouth. Almost just as instantly he felt a sharp pain stem from
his groin area as his orgasm started to pump out fluid. Yoongi screamed out as
the pain crept all the way up from his cock and into his belly, turning his
stomach sour and making him want to vomit.
         Just as Yoongi had reached his climax, Jin had bitten his cock between
his teeth.
 
         As Yoongi desperately clutched to remove his dick from Jin’s mouth he
realized Jin wasn’t letting go so easily. Yoongi’s body had now collapsed in a
double over position has he tried to keep himself from vomiting. Yoongi groaned
in pain. The waves of warm pleasure that washed over him were over shadowed by
the agonizing pain that Jin was inflicting on him.
         “That good huh?” Namjoon asked from his standing position. Yoongi
realized Namjoon didn’t even know what Jin had done to him. As the last bits of
cum left his dick, Jin’s jaw slowly started to release Yoongi’s limp cock. He
stumbled back against the shower wall, trying to catch his breath. He squeezed
his eyes shut tight, feeling the sharp pain slowly alleviate itself from his
body. When he opened them again he saw white stars flash around Jin’s face. He
glared down at the boy on his knees as Jin sported an evil smile below him.
         “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it Suga,” Namjoon stated looking slightly
confused. Yoongi knew Jin did it on purpose. He knew Yoongi wouldn’t be able to
say anything to Namjoon. If he did, Yoongi knew Jin would personally see it as
his mission to fuck with him until he got in trouble or worse.
         “Go out and get dried off, I’ll meet you in a moment,” Namjoon said
while continuing to stroke himself. Yoongi wasted no time fleeing the scene of
the sick shower scene. He grabbed a towel after exiting and started to dry off
quickly. Before stepping out of the bathroom he caught a glimpse of his newly
blonde hair in the mirror. He hated it; the brightly yellow hair didn’t
complement him at all. In fact, it made him look oddly tan and stupid. He
pushed the drastic change out of his mind as he fled the bathroom, seeking
comfort in the open suite. As he left he could hear Jin and Namjoon starting to
moan as they continued to have sex in the shower.
         After a few more minutes the two boys emerged from the bathroom, still
glistening from the water. Jin had a gratified look on his face as he walked
out of the room followed by Namjoon at his heels. Yoongi anticipated Namjoon
telling him that he was dismissed. He had had enough for today and just wanted
to curl up in his sheets and sleep off this misery. He already had to forfeit
the mission for tonight and he prayed Namjoon was done for the evening as well.
He glanced at the clock next to the black four-post bed. It read 12:30am on the
digital monitor and Yoongi knew he would have to be up in less than six hours.
         “Jin please clean up the bathroom and hair product before you leave,”
Namjoon ordered as he walked towards his bed. He leaned against the end of the
mattress, still naked as he checked his phone for messages. Jin hurried back to
the bathroom to finish out his duty, leaving Yoongi alone with Namjoon once
more. As he stood standing about 5 feet away from the older blonde man, Yoongi
shifted his weight awkwardly from his left foot to his right foot as pain
pulsed from his cock. When he couldn’t wait anymore he finally spoke up.
         “Master?” Yoongi asked shyly above a whisper. Namjoon quickly looked
up from the text he was writing and looked in Yoongi direction. When Namjoon
did not say anything Yoongi took it as his queue to continue.
         “May I go now?” he responded softly while nervously biting his lip.
Namjoon just smile sweetly back at him. His smile told Yoongi exactly what he
didn’t want to hear.
         “No, you’ll be staying with me…”
 
***Sorry for such a late update. Sorry if the momentum is slowing down, just
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***** "No, you'll be staying with me..." *****
Chapter 10: “No, you’ll be staying with me…”
 
            Yoongi felt his stomach drop as Namjoon spoke those last words. He
should have expected the night to take eight different turns but he didn’t see
this outcome for some reason. He just nodded in reply as he accepted his fate.
He would be trapped in the suite the rest of the night with the tall blonde
man.
            At least he wasn’t being cruel tonight, Yoongi thought. That would
make it much worse. Then again, Yoongi still wasn’t sure what he would have to
do the rest of the night either.
            “Come, make yourself comfortable,” Namjoon stated as he motion to
the black silk sheets on his bed. Yoongi watched as the tall boy made his way
over to his dresser to the left side of the platform and opened the top drawer.
He saw him take out two articles of clothing, both black in color, and made his
way back over to the four-post bed. Yoongi, who hadn’t moved a muscle,
tightened his grip on the towel still wrapped around his waist.
            “Put these on,” the other man stated while throwing the clothing in
Yoongi’s direction. As he unfolded the black material, Yoongi realized it was a
pair of boxer-briefs. He looked over at Namjoon who had already slipped his
pair on over his naked lower half. He was leaning back against the edge of the
bed while looking at his phone.
            “Well…put them on,” Namjoon said without looking up from the cell
phone screen. Yoongi realized he was still standing frozen about 3 feet from
the bed. He dropped his grip on the towel, which immediately made it fall to
the ground. He took the boxers in both hands as he carefully stepped each foot
into the holes. He moved rather slowly, trying not to irritate his penis, which
was starting to swell from the bite Jin had given him. He winced just a tad as
he pulled them all the way up, the material grazing over his sore cock. Yoongi
was starting to think Jin might be worse than Namjoon when it came to over all
cruelty. He had no mercy when he electrocuted him in the room he had originally
woken up in. Now he’d all but chomped off the only thing that separated Yoongi
from a woman.
            Yoongi stood there awkwardly rubbing his arm as he waited for
further instructions from Namjoon. The taller boy finished sending his text
before he spoke again.
            “Come on baby, let’s go to bed,” he said as he patted the mattress.
Yoongi bit his lip nervously, looking down at the floor. He reluctantly
complied with his wishes, climbing up onto the bed and settling next to the
headboard. He watched as Namjoon walked around to the other side of the bed
before climbing up onto the mattress as well. Just then Namjoon’s phone rang
and he immediately picked up the line.
            “Yes…Yes…No…what time tomorrow?...I want that entire group to be
taken care of by sundown. Do you hear me?...bye.”
 
            Yoongi heard him hang up the line just as Jin reappeared from the
bathroom. Yoongi had forgotten Namjoon had ordered Jin to clean up before
leaving. Jin’s eyes burned holes into Yoongi’s skin as his jealously fumed off
of his body. Jin looked the smaller boy up and down on Namjoon’s bed before
speaking to his master once more.
            “I’m all done,” Jin stated. Yoongi could already hear the annoyance
in his voice.            
            “Good, thank you, you may leave,” Namjoon said without glancing
over in Jin’s direction. Yoongi observed Jin’s forehead as it creased even
more.
            “Thank you master…” Jin replied, clearly upset that Namjoon had
dismissed him so easily.
            “Oppa, do I get my kiss?” Jin asked softer than before. He was
clearly desperate for Namjoon’s attention and was becoming more upset that he
was being brushed aside. Yoongi wondered if this happened every time a new
slave came into the house.
            Namjoon gritted his teeth and glared at the boy standing next to
the edge bed.
            “Fine, hurry up!” he said, clearly irritated that Jin was being so
needy at the moment. Jin flinched after Namjoon barked at him, though he still
quickly made his way over to him and hastily gave him a pick on the lips.
            “Goodnight Jagia,” Jin said has he started to make his way out of
the room. Namjoon didn’t reply, returning to the screen on his phone once more.
As Jin started to cross the room towards the lower platform, he glared at
Yoongi over his shoulder before heading down and eventually out of the room.
            Fuck.
           
            Yoongi sat still on the bed, his legs extended out in front of him
with his back resting on the headboard still. He clasped his hands together in
his lap, not knowing how to really relax sitting next to Namjoon. He hoped that
the sex was done and that Namjoon just wanted to sleep at this point. He
glanced again at the digital clock to his right hand side on the nightstand,
which now read 1:00am. He cringed knowing that tomorrow would probably be
horrible and he must make it to breakfast on time or else Jin would be angrier
than he already was. At that moment, he heard Namjoon yawn next to him on the
bed.
            “So, how do you like it here Yoongi,” Namjoon turned to ask the
smaller boy. He was sitting on the opposite side, one leg pulled in with his
arm resting on it. Yoongi chose his words carefully as he responded to the
question.
            “I like it master.”
            “Really? Don’t lie, you can tall me baby. I know it’s tough at
first, but I hope you will come to love living here like the rest of the boys.”
Namjoon said. Yoongi swallowed hard. He didn’t want to tell Namjoon what he
really thought. He hated this place with a passion. Yoongi thought that prison
was defiantly better than living here with these psychotic people.
            “No, I do, I like it master. I know it will get better.” Yoongi
said trying to sound convincing. He cracked a small smile towards the taller
man who was trying to read his features.
            “I hope so,” Namjoon replied. “I can’t explain why but I’m drawn to
you Yoongi. There’s just…something about you that captivates me.” Namjoon moved
closer to Yoongi on the bed again. He reached down to caress Yoongi’s thigh as
he went in to kiss his soft flushed lips. As Namjoon moved his lips over
Yoongi’s, he pulled back when Yoongi didn’t move his lips along with his.
            “Something wrong?” Namjoon questioned the nervous boy below him.
Yoongi could feel his palms starting to get sweaty again. He didn’t want make
out with another man, especially not Namjoon who all but raped his mouth
earlier in the day. Yoongi quickly shook his head ‘no’ even though it was
clearly a lie. Namjoon just sighed as he removed his hand from Yoongi’s thigh.
He grabbed the remote control device that he had pressed the day Tae and him
had played the ‘dangerous game’. Yoongi now noticed an arrangement of different
buttons below the switch that he had pulled that day. Namjoon thumb quickly
found the button he was looking for and the room went dim after he pressed it.
            Yoongi noticed that the room wasn’t actually pitch black as before.
He noticed that there was a soft glow of blue lights that was illuminating the
room. Not bright enough to see details around the room but enough for Yoongi to
know the color was blue. To his surprise, he noticed it actually had an odd
calming effect on him.
            Namjoon proceeded to get underneath the silk covers and nestle down
into his silk pillow.
            “Lay down,” Namjoon said softly to the smaller boy. As Yoongi
followed his instructions, Namjoon lay with his outside arm open, hinting for
him to snuggle under his arm. Against his wants, Yoongi laid with his bare back
to Namjoon’s chest. He felt the taller boy wrap his arm around his tiny waist
and pull him in closer. He could feel Namjoon’s lips make their way back to his
neck just like in the shower and Yoongi involuntarily shivered. Namjoon left
three, warm but soft kisses on his neck and jaw line before whispering in his
ear one last time.
            “Good night baby,” he said before lying his head back down on his
pillow. His arms linked together in front of Yoongi’s belly button.
            “Night master,” Yoongi managed to barely whisper back. He didn’t
think Namjoon was actually looking for a reply but he didn’t want to take the
chances this late in the day. As Yoongi waited for Namjoon to drift off to
sleep, he observed his thoughts on his current situation. Although Namjoon had
been oddly nice this evening, Yoongi reminded himself not to forget all the
things he watched Namjoon do to everyone else, especially Tae.
            Do not trust anyone.
 
            He felt awkward with the mans hands around his body, holding him
firmly in place but it was better than being tortured or abused he thought.
Namjoon’s hands were warm and secure and the silk sheets and pillow kept him
cool from the taller boys body heat.
            If I could just get him to be calm all the time then maybe I could
buy myself more time to figure out how to escape with Tae, he thought to
himself. He also wondered if he would be able to sneak out and still finish the
mission with Tae if Namjoon were a heavy sleeper. He decided against it,
knowing that if Namjoon were to wake up to an empty bed he would be done for.
            He suddenly realized he could hear light snores coming from behind
him. He must have fallen asleep, he thought. As the minutes passed he heard
Namjoon’s snore go from a light purring sound to a full-blown tiger growl. The
taller blonde man sounded like he was gasping for air at some point.
            He can’t be serious, Yoongi thought to himself. He turned slightly
to look back at Namjoon’s face. His mouth was gaped open as the blue light
illuminated his face. His chest was rising and falling heavily as his body
gasped for air through his closed esophagus. Yoongi doubted he would get any
sleep with Namjoon snoring so ridiculously. He slowly tried to pry Namjoon’s
arm from around his waist, freeing his body from the contact. When he succeeded
in removing the top arm he slowly tried to crawl out from the grasp of the
other arm below him. Just as he thought he was home free, he looked down and
heard Namjoon choking on his own air. The taller man woke up slightly, noticing
there was no body in his arms and instinctually reached forward in search of a
warm figure. As soon as his big hands landed on Yoongi’s soft skin he
automatically curled his arms back around Yoongi’s waist and pulled him back in
towards his chest, securing his nose into the nook of Yoongi’s neck. Sighing,
Yoongi gave up the fight and closed his eyes.
           
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            As Yoongi opened his eyes, the bright blazing sun blinded him
temporarily. The light pouring in from the large surrounding windows
illuminated the entire room with daylight. He was lying on his back on the bed
looking up at the four posts in the bed before he realized where he was. He
shot up in bed, looking for Namjoon to his left but he was nowhere to be found.
He searched for the digital clock to his right to tell him the time.
            6:30am
            A sigh of relief washed over him as he figured out he had an hour
before breakfast was supposed to begin. He started to crawl out of bed, looking
for his shorts and shirt so they he could make his way back down to the dorms
to get ready. Just as he had grabbed the clothing off of the floor he stiffened
as Namjoon’s voice rang from the bathroom doorway.
            “Where are you going?” he asked curiously as he brushed his teeth
from the doorway. Yoongi stood frozen; he hadn’t thought to ask permission to
leave seeing as he thought Namjoon had already left.
            “No where master,” he said quickly, dropping the clothing back to
the floor. Namjoon just eyed him suspiciously before disappearing back into the
bathroom. Yoongi stood, waiting for him to reemerge. When he did he noticed
Namjoon had little water droplets dripping off his shoulders. He was glistening
from a fresh shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.
            “How did you sleep?” he asked Yoongi as he plopped back down on to
the bed. He patted the space next to him, motioning for Yoongi to join him once
more.
 
            “I slept well,” he responded while crawling back up onto the silk
sheets. Yoongi actually wasn’t lying. Namjoon’s bed was made of soft clouds and
he felt extremely well rested from the night’s sleep. He wondered why Namjoon
was always angry when he slept on a bed made by the heavens.
           
            “Good, I’m glad to hear that,” Namjoon stated while resting his
back against his headrest and crossing his right foot over his left. “I was
wondering if we could play a little bit this morning before you run off to
breakfast,” he said while smirking a little bit towards the smaller boy. Yoongi
clamped his teeth shut behind his lips, hiding his exasperation for Namjoon’s
sexual appetite. Yoongi obediently nodded, knowing well by now there was no
getting out of it. He just hoped it wasn’t anything too invasive this early in
the morning. He watched as Namjoon unhooked the towel, pulling out his large
cock. He slowly started to stroke his dick from the base all the way up to the
tip.
            “Come here,” he said flatly.
            Yoongi complied, crawling towards Namjoon on all fours on the bed.
He sat up on his knees and nervously bit his lip.
            “Don’t do that baby, it drives me crazy seeing you bite that sexy
lip of yours,” he said pulling at Yoongi’s lower jaw forcing his teeth to
release their grasp on his bottom lip. Yoongi felt the bees buzzing in his
stomach again. He didn’t know where to start as he watched Namjoon pull his
hand away from his cock.
            “Go on, don’t be shy,” Namjoon said, encouraging the smaller boy.
The feeling of embarrassment came flooding back into Yoongi’s cheeks, making
them flash red-hot once more. He held out his hand and grabbed the large member
with his sweaty palm, trying to remember to avoid pissing him off again.
Namjoon watched as Yoongi started to stroke his cock again as he had done
yesterday afternoon. After about a minute of stroking, Yoongi knew he had to
switch it up. Still not confident, Yoongi forced himself to bring his lips down
to the head of the taller boy’s penis. Namjoon’s let little moans escape his
lips as Yoongi made baby suctions on the tip of his cock. He still could taste
the sour flavor from the pre-cum on the tip of his tongue and he begged his
throat not to let him gag.
            “Good baby, I want you to use your tongue to lick the under side of
it,” Namjoon said through lustful breaths. Yoongi didn’t waste any time
obeying. He licked from the base of his cock, all the way up to the tip of his
head and back down again, tasting the bitterness of Namjoon’s skin. The taller
boy closed his eyes now, enjoying the sensation of Yoongi’s tongue trailing his
length.
            “Oh, shit I wanna fuck you,” Namjoon moaned making Yoongi retract
in shock. He wasn’t ready for that, especially after watching Tae get taken the
other night. Yoongi knew his session wouldn’t be much different than Tae’s.
            “Don’t worry, we’re going to work up to that,” Namjoon stated
seeing as Yoongi was freaking out a bit.
            “But fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out,” he said
while licking his lips and studying Yoongi’s body. Yoongi was very
uncomfortable with Namjoon’s eyes violating him. He was scared Namjoon would
change his mind and take him right then and there.
            I thought I was only going to be used for blowjobs, he thought to
himself. Yoongi’s mind raced with the thoughts of being split open by Namjoon’s
large member. The buzzing bees inside him threatened to eat him alive as he
felt sweat start to pool on the back of his neck.
           
            Namjoon was still painfully hard in front of Yoongi. The taller boy
was waiting for Yoongi to continue what he was doing.            
            “Put your lips back on his,” he commanded from below Yoongi. He
moved his mouth back onto his large cock and stretched his mouth as wide as he
could. Yoongi could only get half way down Namjoon’s dick before the tip hit
the back of his throat, making him gag a little bit.
            “Ah…shit,” Namjoon moaned as he ran his fingers through Yoongi’s
newly dyed hair. Since it was so fresh the hairs were coarse and hard to
maneuver through than before, causing slight pain to Yoongi’s scalp. Just as
Yoongi was getting his rhythm down, Namjoon’s cell rang, scaring Yoongi in the
process.
            “Fuck!” Namjoon yelled out as Yoongi accidently pulled off his
cock, scraping his teeth along the length. Namjoon reached down for his dick,
cradling the sore member now while glaring at Yoongi.
            “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Yoongi pleaded as soon as he realized what
he had done. He kept his head bowed, trying to attain sympathy from his master.
Namjoon sucked in air through his teeth, trying to will the pain to subside
faster. The cell phone was still ringing on top of Namjoon’s nightstand. He
angrily reached for it with his free hand and answered the call.
            “Jin this better be important,” he stated through gritted teeth. He
was silent as he listened to the boy on the other line, his eyebrows in a
creased line.
            “Fine, take him then but you better finish all the plans with the
party planner this afternoon,” he said before hanging up the phone.
           
            Yoongi eyed Namjoon nervously, not knowing if his anger was still
at its peak or not.
            “Well, guess I’ll just have to finish it myself Suga, get down on
your knees.”
            Suga…Yoongi knew well enough what that name meant. It meant that
Namjoon was pissed off and wanted to use the nickname to show dominance over
him. Yoongi squinted his eyes at hearing the name given to him. He slowly
crawled off the bed and positioned himself down on his knees on the floor in
front of the bed. Namjoon proceeded to jack himself off roughly as he walked
around the corner of the bed and stood in front of Yoongi. He peered down at
Yoongi’s cold face as he stroked himself harder and faster, bringing him to a
close finish. As his climax built he grabbed the back of Yoongi’s head,
bringing his face close to his cock. His orgasm was quick, shooting out strings
of cum all over Yoongi’s face and chest before releasing his grip.
            Yoongi could feel his blood boiling as he felt the hot sticky cum
land on his skin. He clamped his mouth tightly to prevent himself from lashing
out at the taller man before him. Namjoon crouched down next to Yoongi, eyes
level with the smaller blonde man.
            “If I ever feel your teeth on my dick again, I’ll castrate you,
understand?” Yoongi glared at the man in front of him, his lips compressing
into a straight line. He nodded once in his direction, cum still dripping down
his face and chin and landing on the floor below.
            “Get out,” Namjoon said drying.
 
            Yoongi wasted no time leaving the room. He wiped his face and chest
on his t-shirt from the gym and left the room with just his shorts on. He
glanced at the clock on his way out of the door. 7:15am.
            Fuck
 
            Yoongi made his way down to the dorms where all the boys except for
Hoseok were already dressed and ready to go. None of them asked where Yoongi
had been all night, which means they already knew the answer. Apparently it’s
common for the boys to disappear in the night and not come back, Yoongi
thought.
           
            He noticed that they were back to their normal plain t-shirts and
shorts uniform. Today’s color was a very bright pale pink color. Yoongi didn’t
waste anymore time. He quickly grabbed his clothes and rushed to the bathroom
to wash his face and brush his teeth. At 7:25am, the boys were yelling for him
to hurry up so that they wouldn’t be late. Yoongi rushed out of the bathroom
and made it just in time to pile into the elevator with the rest of the group.
 
            “Where’s Hoseok,” Yoongi asked confused.
            “Didn’t you hear? Hoseok is sick. He’s been throwing up all night,
Jin is taking him to the hospital,” Jungkook answered. Yoongi thought back to
the call that ended up ruining his morning. After Kookie spoke, he noticed all
the boys were looking at him in and odd manner.
            “You dyed your hair?” Jimin asked surprised. Yoongi had totally
forgotten about his new hair color. He reached up to the rough hair on top of
his head, feeling the course strands again.
            “Oh yeah, Namjoon wanted me blonde I guess,” Yoongi responded.
           
            The four boys made their way to the kitchen to find Jin once more
cooking up a quick breakfast.
            “I’m in a hurry, I have to take Hoseok to the ER, breakfast is on
the stove, help yourselves,” Jin said while crossing the kitchen.
            “Yoongi, you’ve got quite the chore list today so I’ll take you
down stairs immediately to start working on them all, the rest of you boys can
read your chores on the fridge,” Jin said.
           
            Yoongi was annoyed. Jin was pulling the same shit as he did with
Jungkook earlier last week but it wasn’t going to affect Yoongi the same way.
Yoongi didn’t like eating much anyways. Doing extra chores was going to be a
challenge but if he started early then maybe he would be able to get it all
done.
 
            He followed Jin into the elevator where the older boy waited until
the doors closed to speak to Yoongi again.
            “How does your dick feel,” he said while looking straight ahead.
Yoongi could hear the smirk in his mouth.
            “Feels just fine now that Master Namjoon kissed it and made it feel
better,” Yoongi responded slyly. He wasn’t going to put up with this shit
today. Yoongi watched Jin’s smile fade quickly in the elevator reflection. He
really was the bitterest person Yoongi had ever met.
            “Is that so,” Jin replied through thin lips.
            “Yup,” Yoongi answered dryly. Jin just chuckled without responding.
The elevator chimed in that they had made it down to the first floor where the
ballroom was and Freddy who was still guarding the golden elevators. Yoongi
heard Jin say hello to Freddy as they walked towards the room that would hold
the gala in less than two weeks.
            Once the both of them were out of ears reach, safely inside the
doors of the grand ballroom, Jin gave Yoongi his assignments.            
            “You will clean all the windows of this room, I better not see one
smudge or finger print on any surface of it. You will also clean the gym and
the pool entirely from top to bottom, got it?” Jin stated. Yoongi didn’t
respond. Instead he glared at Jin. The older boy continued regardless of
Yoongi’s silence.
            “Let me make this simple for you, you will not have breakfast,
lunch, or dinner for the next three days. It was just going to be one but I can
see your stubbornness needs to be addressed promptly.” Jin said with a straight
face.
           
            Yoongi couldn’t glare any harder at Jin. His fists were already
balled up and his knuckles were starting to lose circulation.
            “I expect all these chores to be done by this evening before bed.
Feel free to work through dinner since you wont be joining us any time soon.”
            Jin started to walk out of ballroom, heading toward the golden
encrusted doors. Before he left he turned back to Yoongi one more time.
            “Oh, and don’t think I don’t know what goes on around here Suga…”
 
            Jin left, leaving Yoongi questioning if he actually knew something,
or if he was bluffing. Either way it made Yoongi nervous. If they ever got
caught, there would be no getting out of it.
           
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            It took Yoongi until 9:45pm to finishes all the tasks that Jin had
so graciously bestowed upon him. By the time he headed back up to the dorms he
was starving, sore, and all around exhausted. As he walked back towards the
bedroom area he pasted Jimin and Jungkook sitting on the couch together. Yoongi
could of sworn he saw them holding hands a moment ago but now Jimin was leaning
away from Kookie in an unnatural position with his arms crossed over his chest.
            “Hey hyung, how’d it go?” Jimin asked. Hyung.
           “It was fine,” Yoongi lied. “How’s Hoseok?”
            “Jin hyung said he’s being admitted for the night, we don’t know
how long he’s going to be in the hospital. They have to run tests on him.
Namjoon and Jin just got back an hour ago.”
            “I see,” Yoongi responded, not really having much to say. He
proceeded to leave the two boys to watch they’re TV as he made his way to the
dorms to grab a towel and shower. He quickly opened the door to find Tae in bed
reading a book.
            “Hey,” Tae said instantly sitting up in bed.
            “Hey,” Yoongi responded quietly.
            “Are you ok, you’ve been gone for quite a while,” Tae said looking
concerned.
            “He’s not feeding me for three days,” Yoongi responded at a
whisper. Tae’s eyes widened.
            “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Tae said quietly, nodding in Yoongi’s
direction. Yoongi observed Tae’s wide eyes as the two stared back at one
another. He appreciated having someone in this hellhole that knew what he was
going through and felt the same way he did.
           
 
           
            “Can we go up to the 9th floor today,” Yoongi whispered, wanting to
finish the plans they started yesterday. Tae looked around the room as if
someone was listening in to their conversation. He glanced at the door briefly
before speaking again. 
            “I went last night.”
 
            Yoongi’s eyes widened at the news Tae brought to his attention.
Forgetting the shower that he so desperately had wanted moments ago, Yoongi
crossed the room swiftly and sat down on his bed, directly next to Tae’s.
            “What was up there?” Yoongi whispered.
            “Nothing much. It was Namjoon’s office. I looked around for about
an hour and didn’t find anything worth remembering. It also was full of boxes
of various things belonging to himself and other slaves.”
            “Like what?”
            “Just belongings they brought that were with them when they came to
the house. I found a box with my backpack that I came here with and few other
things I’d left behind in my apartment. Seems like Namjoon wanted to make sure
no one came looking for me or reported me missing.” Tae said while holding his
book up.
            Yoongi looked down and realized it was a rather large book Tae was
holding to his chest.
 
            “What are you reading?” Yoongi questioned. The book didn’t have a
tittle on the back, nor the spine. Tae motioned for Yoongi to sit next to him
on his bed. As Yoongi stood up and got closer to the light-brown haired boy, he
wondered what Taehyung was hiding inside the pages of the large book. It was a
device that looked very similar to an iPad. It was silver in color, flat, and
seemed to be displaying a bunch of little square videos.
 
            “What is that Tae?” Yoongi asked out loud.
            “Shhh,” Tae quickly hushed the blonde boy. “It’s kind of like a
baby monitor, a really expensive one.” He replied in a whisper.
            “Where did you get a baby monitor?” Yoongi asked surprised.
            “I told you I made a copy of Jin’s key remember?” Tae asked and
Yoongi nodded in response.
            “I went to his room several times to snoop around. I found this
hidden in a box of junk. Jin must of used it as a security system before
Namjoon installed some camera’s in his room.” Tae stated. Yoongi was surprised
to hear the news of Jin having his own personal security monitors in his room.
            “He can see us from his room?” Yoongi whispered quietly. Tae nodded
in response.
            “He can’t see everything, he only has about 10 monitors in his
bedroom that he has access too. The security room on the 8th floor has far more
camera’s being monitored.”
 
            Yoongi suddenly looked around the room and rememberd there were two
security cameras in the dorm room when they visited the security room. One
lengthwise down the room and one right next to the door. Tae’s book could be
seen clearly by the lengthwise camera since it was closer to them but the one
by the door would only be able to see Tae’s book cover.
            “Is the camera by the door one of the monitors Jin has in his
room?” Yoongi questioned. Tae nodded in response and Yoongi couldn’t help but
to think that Tae was one of the smartest people he had ever met in his life.
He now had renewed confidence that the both of them would be breaking out of
this sex prison soon.
            “So, how long have had that baby monitor and where is the other
piece now?” Yoongi whispered refereeing to the device in the book. Tae looked
down at the screen of the device again, watching the little squares again.
            “I’ve had it for about three months and I’ve placed it in front of
the screens in the security room. It’s a bit hard to see that many tiny
monitors and what’s going on in each square but this technology is very advance
since Namjoon bought it for Jin.”
            Tae touched the screen and zoomed in on one individual square,
which happened to be the video monitor of their dorm room. Yoongi looked up at
the camera next to the door and waved with his left had and turned his
attention back to the screen in Tae’s book and watched as his hand also waved
on the monitor in real time.
            “Wow, you’re amazing Tae!” Yoongi exclaimed as quietly as he could.
A smile kept onto Taehyung’s lips as he acknowledged the compliment. He watched
as Tae zoomed in on a monitor in Jin’s room. The two boys watched Jin, who
lying on his stomach on his bed watching TV. Yoongi noticed it was a fairly
large room, nothing like Namjoon’s but he did have a lot of space and a king
size bed.
 
            Taking his attention away from Jin, Yoongi realized something.
            “So, where was the monitor before you moved it?” Yoongi asked
curiously.
            “I hid it in Jin’s room because I could watch him and the monitors
he had,” Tae replied. Yoongi racked his brain for a moment.
            “That’s how you knew Jin was always watching,” Yoongi stated and
Tae nodded.
            “So…you flushed the toilet that night,” Yoongi said to Tae.
            “Yes.”
            “I didn’t even see you though,” Yoongi said confused.
            “You were watching those two pretty intensely. I was able to sneak
right past you,” Tae responded and Yoongi could feel the heat rise in his
cheeks again.
            “I saw that Jin had left his room and I knew I had to get all of
you guys out of there. We’re not allowed to be out of bed after curfew. If Jin
would have found you or them, then it wouldn’t have been good.”
            “Wait, so you know about Kookie and Jimin?” Yoongi asked surprised.
Tae rolled his eyes.
            “They don’t hide it well, I’ve saved them several times. It’s
getting harder and harder to find ways to notify them what someone is coming
without actually just telling them…like the toilet for example.”
            “Why didn’t you just tell me instead of flushing the toilet,”
Yoongi asked offended.
            “I didn’t know if I could trust you, and I still don’t trust the
rest of the Stockholm boys.”
 
            It all made sense now. Tae was secretly keeping the peace in the
penthouse by putting out fires. The boys should be grateful for his sacrifice,
in fact, they didn’t deserve Tae’s grace. Yoongi was happy that Tae trusted him
enough to tell him all this. He was happier to be on the inside than out.
 
            “So, now what,” Yoongi whispered. Still sitting on Tae’s bed. They
both had been updated on their current situation but it still remained the
same. They weren’t any closer to getting out than they were before, even with
Tae’s new and improved security system.
 
            “I don’t know,” Tae answered, looking over towards the clock, which
read 10:15pm now.
            “Are you sure you didn’t miss anything in Namjoon’s office? I want
to be sure we clear every inch of this penthouse. We need to find something
that will get us out of here.” Yoongi whispered again.
            “I can take you up there tonight,” Tae said while observing the
small screen again in his book. Yoongi nodded in response. He had to see for
himself.
 
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            At about 1:30am, when Tae was sure that Jimin and Jungkook were
fast asleep, Tae shook Yoongi’s shoulder to notify him that it was time to
move. Yoongi, who hadn’t slept a wink, got right up and followed Taehyung out
towards the elevator. They did the same routine of sticking Tae’s homemade
plastic key into the keyhole and pressed the office floor button.
 
            “9th floor.”
            Both boys stepped out and Yoongi took in his scenery. There was a
long black painted desk in the middle of the floor, similar to the 8th floor.
Again there were no windows and no light coming in from outside. Against all
the walls of the room lay boxes stacked on top of each other and scattered
around the floor. It appeared more as a storage space than an actual office.
Tae took one last glance at the baby monitor, which he brought with them for
safety. Once he nodded that it was safe to start digging, Yoongi bee lined
towards Namjoon’s desk in the center of the room. He opened drawers, being
carful to put papers back in the same spot so that Namjoon wouldn’t suspect
anything. It was full of papers that appeared to be contracts with signatures
on them and a big “X” on a few of the contracts. Yoongi wondered the
significance of the red “X” was.
 
            As he continued to search the drawers, he came across one that said
Hoseok name on it. As he read the long extensive contract, he noticed that this
stack of papers didn’t have an “X”. The contrast stated exactly what Hoseok had
told Yoongi previously. The agreement was that Hoseok would stay here with
Namjoon and in return, Namjoon would take care of his family more or less. As
Yoongi picked up the next stack behind Hoseok’s contrast he saw the large red
“X” across the front page. As he scanned for the name on the contract he read
it clearly printed at the top.
 
            Choi_Seung-Hyun
 
           Yoongi knew what the “X” meant now. Either their contracts had
expired or they no longer were able to commit to them in one-way or another.
Yoongi realized Tae must have signed one as well if it partner had signed one.
He wondered if any of the other boys had contrasts as well. He knew he had
never signed one so Yoongi knew his presence in the penthouse wasn’t up for
negotiation.
 
            The two boys looked around the room for about 90 minutes. Yoongi
had started looking through the boxes about 30 minutes after they started to
search the floor. He didn’t know exactly what he was looking for as he opened
several boxes and looked through the contents. Most were filled with Namjoon’s
belongings; a lot of the items from his child hood that he kept. Family photos,
drawings, baseball cards, all pretty useless to Tae and Yoongi at the moment.
 
            “Yoongi come here,” Tae called after some time. Yoongi made his way
over to a box that was mostly empty. Inside he could see a wallet, a dead cell
phone, old black converse. Yoongi knew what Tae had found; this was his box.
 
            Yoongi instantly dove for the wallet, knowing exactly what he
wanted to see inside. He pulled out a small wallet sized photo out of the
wallet. He held a family picture with a mother, daughter, father and son all
siting together in a staged position that had been taken at a professional
photo place. All the family members were smiling except the father in the
picture. Yoongi blinked back tears as he eyes locked onto his mother’s face.
            Eomma
 
            He stared at it for some time. Taking in everything he left behind
when he decided to leave home. Tae, who was looking through another box at the
time didn’t notice Yoongi’s moment of silence. Yoongi suddenly had the urge to
show Tae his mother.
            “Tae,” is all he said while holding up the small wallet sized
photo. Tae expression was hard as he glanced up at the photo. He looked to be
observing the people in the picture but his expression was stern as he glanced
at all their faces. It wasn’t exactly the reaction Yoongi was hoping for but he
didn’t want to judge. Maybe Tae wasn’t good with issues of family since he had
lost all his long ago. It must be painful for him to see this, Yoongi thought.
Yoongi still wanted to point her out to him, he didn’t know why but he felt
like sharing his mother with Tae in that moment.
            “This one is my mother, isn’t she beautiful. She’s so kind and she
has the sweetest laugh,” Yoongi stated while pointing her out in the photo. Tae
face did not change. Yoongi noticed him swallow slightly before glancing at
Yoongi and then back to the picture. After another moment he finally said
something regarding the photo.
            “She’s beautiful Yoongi.”
 
            Yoongi heart swelled at Tae’s kind words. He cracked a small smile
as he stuffed the picture into the pocket of his pajama shirt for safekeeping.
If everything seemed hopeless and gloomy, Yoongi was thankful to have this
reminder of why he needed to escape.
 
            Tae turned his attention back towards the baby monitor.
            “Looks like Jimin and Kookie are awake,” Tae stated astonished.
Yoongi leaned over to observe the monitor in Taehung’s hands. The two boys were
clearly awake in the dorm room and they seemed to be having an argument. Jimin
was flailing his arms around while pacing back and forth and Jungkook was
sitting on his bed with his knees pulled to his chest. Yoongi was quite
confused as to what the two boys needed to argue about at 3am but it seemed
everyone wasn’t doing what they were supposed to be doing at this witching
hour.
            Just as Yoongi went to turn his attention back to his box and see
what other treasures lay inside, he heard Tae next shoot up from his seated
position and exclaim ‘Oh shit’.
            “What!? What?!” Yoongi exclaimed as he stood up next to Tae. Tae
had the monitor in both hands now and was wide eyed, staring at the screen.
            “Jin’s is leaving his room.”
 
            Yoongi’s breath hitched inside his throat as Tae spoke those words.
They were out of time and they needed to get back fast. Before both of them
rushed back over to the elevator, Yoongi quickly searching his box for anything
else that he might want to take.
            “Leave it! We have to go!” Tae yelled already pushing the elevator
button. The problem with having only one elevator to go up and down is that if
someone on another floor pushed the elevator button first, then it would pick
them up first. Which is exactly what happened to them. Tae watched on the
monitors as Jin entered the elevator. Tae found the screen, which showed the
camera inside the elevator and zoomed in. Yoongi and Tae watched in Horror as
Jin pushed the 6th floor button to go down to the dorm rooms.
            “Fuck!” Tae examined. “He’s going to notice we’re missing!”
            “What do we do, he’s already headed there?” Yoongi said in a
nervous panic. Tae thought quickly on his feet.
            “We have to get off this restricted floor, if he catches on a floor
we can already access than we can at least keep all of this a secret for a
little bit longer.”
           
            Yoongi nodded as they watched Jin exit the elevator onto the 6th
floor. As Tae viciously pushed the elevator call button, Yoongi couldn’t tear
his eyes away from the monitor screen. Yoongi zoomed out of the elevator camera
and searched for the dorm room camera again. He watched as Jin busted into the
room and Jimin and Junkook looked frozen on the screen. Jin looked to be asking
the two boys in the dorm if they knew where Tae and Yoongi were. Yoongi was
mortified as he watched Jimin and Jungkook shake their heads ‘No’.
 
            “The elevator’s here. Hurry!” Tae shouted. Quickly, the two of them
piled in and Tae hit theR for the roof.
            “Shouldn’t we try and go down to a lower floor?” Yoongi asked.
            “We run the risk of Jin catching us on the way down and I have to
hide this monitor,” Tae answered.
           
            The ride up seemed to take an eternity as they went up one floor.
As Yoongi saw the roof deck for the first time, he ran out with Tae along the
wooden deck boards to the far right side of the elevator entrance where there
were cabanas and mini huts lined up in a row. Tae grabbed Yoongi’s hand,
dragging him into one of the large mini huts and hit underneath the benches.
Tae must have cleaned up there many time because he knew there was a vent
underneath the seat of that particular hut and he quickly unscrewed the mental
cover and stuffed the monitor into it.
            “He’ll be here soon, we can’t hide when he gets up here,” Tae said
while re-screwing the screws with his fingers.
            “What! What are you talking about?” Yoongi examined. “You want us
to be standing out in the open when he gets off the elevator?”
            “Exactly, he finds us right away then there won’t have any reason
to go back down stairs, wake up Namjoon and scroll through all the video
footage and find out how far we’ve gone already.”
 
            Yoongi felt sick. This was his fault again, if he hadn’t been so
pushy about coming back up then they wouldn’t be in this mess. Tae finished
closing vent and they both ran back out towards the middle of the rooftop.
Yoongi took a big breath in just as the elevator doors opened.
            “Roof top,” the sexy girl chimed and Tae and Yoongi could do
nothing but watch Jin exit the elevator doors. His grin was already spread so
wide Yoongi thought his thick lips would crack.
 
            “Well well well…what do we have here?” Jin said as he stepped out
towards the two boys. He walked closer to them slowly, enjoying the moment far
too much. Yoongi and Tae stood in silence as Jin closed the gap between them.
 
            “Wait till Namjoon hears about this…”
 
 
***I apologize, didn’t read through the chapter to correct typos, I was so
tired I just wanted to upload it. I’ll go back and fix it later. (UPDATE: I
fixed the typos…I’m sorry most of you had to read it before editing! I should
never upload before proof reading! That was rough) Enjoy, let me know what you
think!***
***** "Wait till Namjoon hears about this..." *****
Chapter 11: “Wait till Namjoon hears about this…”
 
         Yoongi and Tae were standing frozen in the elevator. Jin had a grip on
the collars of both their shirts as the rode back down to the 7th floor. Yoongi
stared at Taehyung in the reflection of the mirror. His stern face was iced
over and steady unlike Yoongi's. Tae’s breathing was steady and he kept his
eyes straight looking forward. Yoongi couldn’t help it, he was nervously biting
his lip and his body was tenser than it ever was before. He was terrified for
himself and Tae.
         "Get out," Jin snarled as he shoved both of them out of the elevator.
Yoongi and Tae both stumbled forward as they tried to catch their balance.
Yoongi legs were weak from the adrenaline rushing through his veins and he
stumbled to the ground at Jin's feet.
         "Get up!" he spat down to the newly blonde boy below. Yoongi stumbled
to get up from the marble white floor but his shaky arms caused more trouble
than help. Taehyung quickly leaped down to Yoongi's side and scooped him up
before Jin had a chance to scream anymore. As Yoongi used Tae as support to
rise from the hard cold floor, they locked gazes for less than a second. Though
the moment was brief, Yoongi read Taehyung's face clearly.
         Don't Worry.
 
         Yoongi willed his heart to stop pounding in his chest. He thought he'd
be used to fearing Namjoon by now, but he wasn't. He ran through several
scenarios in his mind as he took the steps towards the door of Namjoon suite.
He thought back to what little he knew of the night Tae’s partner had died and
wondered if they were about to suffer the same fate as Choi Seung-Hyun.
        
         When Jin pushed them in through Namjoon's doorway, Yoongi didn't know
what to expect. His eyes frantically searched the room until he spotted the
tall man standing on the large balcony with the phone glued to his ear.
         "Sit down," Jin ordered as he walked past them. Yoongi eyes followed
Jin as he walked out of the double French doors and joined Namjoon outside.
Yoongi turned back to Tae to look for answers.
         "What do we do?" Yoongi asked as soon as Jin was out of ears reach. He
was silently freaking out in his mind but his body was calm.
         "Don't worry, I'll take care of this," Tae assured him. Yoongi didn't
have a chance to rebut as he heard both men from balcony make their way back
inside. He stared up at the taller blonde man's face, which clearly stated Jin
had filled him in on the situation at hand. Namjoon's face was calm, too calm.
It scared Yoongi the most out of any other reaction he could have had. Namjoon
slowly walked towards the couch next to the fireplace where Yoongi and Tae sat
patiently.
 
         "So do either of you care to explain why Jin just told me he found you
out of bed, past curfew?" Namjoon asked as calmly as if he were asking what
their favorite color was.
         “It’s my fault Master, I dragged Yoongi up to the roof. I wanted to
show him the city,” Tae said immediately. Yoongi couldn’t believe it. He’s
taking the fall for me,he thought. Though it wasn’t anywhere close to being the
truth, Yoongi didn’t disrupt the conversation by butting in. Inside he felt
extremely guilty that Taehyung was taking all the blame for something he
suggested.
         “Is this true?” Namjoon said turning to Yoongi. The bees inside his
belly were getting stronger by the minute. He glanced over at Tae to look for
an answer. Yoongi quickly observed his big eyes, staring back at him and his
slight nod of his head to signal for Yoongi to say “Yes”.
         “Ne, Master” he managed to squeak out of his mouth. Namjoon was quiet
still, observing both the boys on the couch. His large hand was cupping his
chin as he stood before the group, deep in thought. After what felt like an
eternity, Namjoon finally spoke again.
         “I’m disappointment in you Taehyung, influencing our newest member
into disobeying the rules. Jin take Yoongi back down stairs.”
         “But Joonie, they bothwere out of bed. Both of them should equally be
punished,” Jin interrupted with a scowl on his face. Namjoon’s eyebrows
instantly furrowed. He swiftly turned towards Jin, clearly angry at his
interjection.
         “Who said you could have a say in this matter? In fact Jin, as far as
I see it, this is your fault. You haven’t been watching them property and now
they’ve been sneaking off right under your nose. You’ll be sleeping downstairs
with them from now on, understand?” Namjoon spat. Jin’s eyes were inhabited by
fear. Yoongi could tell he was not used to Namjoon pointing any fingers at him.
Jin’s mouth lay open as he gasped in shock.
         “Jagia!?” He exclaimed as he rushed to Namjoon’s side. “I’m sorry, I
was only stating…”
         Namjoon held up his hand to stop Jin from speaking any further.
         “Jin, Go downstairs.” He said in a tone so cold that it made Yoongi’s
blood curl. Jin looked desperately at Namjoon’s eyes, searching for sympathy.
Searching for an answer that would make sense to him because clearly this was
not the Namjoon he knew.
         “Now. Oh, and give me your key,” Namjoon sneered. His voice was still
calm but Yoongi knew his limit had been reached. Jin seemed to know this too as
he nodded and blinked back tears. Yoongi watched as Jin reached into his pocket
and retrieved the brass colored key and laid it on Namjoon’s palm.
As he turned to walk back towards the door, his cold eyes glared at both the
boys sitting on the couch.
 
         "Yoongi, go with him," Namjoon stated firmly. Without hesitation
Yoongi got up and shuffled his feet after Jin. He glanced back at Tae before
exiting; his brown hair lay almost covering his eyes. He didn't seem scared but
Yoongi honestly couldn’t tell. He felt the guilt and fear start to grow again
in his belly. Yoongi's buzzing bees had turned into sour bile now as he closed
the door on the two men left in the room. As he started to walk away from the
door he could hear the sound of flesh being hit and Tae's voice crying out.
        
         Jin pushed the elevator button to go down and the two of them stood
there in silence until the doors opened.
         "7th floor, going down."
 
         Jin walked in before Yoongi and pushed the button right away to go
down to the 6th floor. Yoongi entered in quietly after, still worried about
Taehyung in his mind.
         "You guys think you're so clever huh?" Jin said, through gritted
teeth.
         "I don't know what you mean," Yoongi said calmly.
         "You really think I’m an idiot huh, Suga?" Jin snared and Yoongi
didn't respond. "You think I don't see something going on between you two?"
         "Nothing is going on..." Yoongi said through gritted teeth but was cut
off when Jin slammed him into the glass mirror. He was surprised that the glass
didn't shatter but when his head hit the wall hard he saw black in his vision
for a moment.
         "I maybe temporarily be out of Namjoon's good graces, but he will
always chose me over any new slave any day. You better watch your back," Jin
spat. His eyes were wild with rage and he was holding Yoongi up by the rim of
his shirt. Before he had a chance to yell at JIn to get off of him, the doors
opened to the dorm room floor and Jin disappeared out into the darkness.
 
         Yoongi took his time making his way across the common space. He tried
to catch his breath and work through his thoughts before entering the room that
he now had to share with the rest of the boys and Jin. Inside the dorm he could
hear Jimin and Jungkook ask Jin questions as to what had happened upstairs.
Yoongi knew they were equally as puzzled to see Jin have to sleep in the dorm
once again.
 
         As he sat on the living room couch, Yoongi's mind was racing. The only
thing that was helping them stay safe in this house was now upstairs on the
roof, tucked away in a cabana and he didn't know when he would be able to
retrieve it. Namjoon, no doubt, was punishing Taehyung upstairs and there was
no way to save him from it. Jin was now going to be watching him non-stop and
without Tae, Yoongi didn't even know where to start. He tried to stop his hands
from shaking as he stood up to enter the room. He swung open the door he saw
that the room was pitch black. He knew that Jin had shut down any more
conversation that the two younger boys may have wanted to have so he quietly
made his way to his own bed and slipped into the covers. As he tried to turn
off his mind, he realized something else that would put their plans into
mayhem. Tae still possessed the plastic key copy on him somewhere. He mentally
couldn’t handle the stress of thinking about Taehyung alone with Namjoon
anymore.
         What if he finds the key? What is he doing to Tae? Yoongi's mind raced
with worry, as he lied in bed awake. His mind went back and fourth like that
until the early dawn. He suddenly heard an alarm go off and looked over to his
clock to find it was only 5:30am. Tae had still not returned which worried
Yoongi more. Who is getting up this early, he thought to himself. He looked
down the row of beds and saw Jin’s silhouette make its way out of bed and exit
the dorm rooms without bothering to change clothes. Then it occurred to Yoongi
that Jin no long had his key, so how was he going to get back up to his room to
change? After Jin’s footsteps were long gone, Yoongi just continued to lie in
bed, staring at the ceiling. He let his mind continue to wander as the sun rose
even more and light soon flooded the dorm. He wasn't able to sleep a wink and
now the next set of alarms were going off next to Jimin's bed. He heard him
start to rustle around and decided he would just get up and get dressed to save
him time. Yoongi put his feet on the cold floor below him and walked to get a
towel out of his dresser. This was going to be a long day for him.
 
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         At breakfast Jin was nowhere to be found. Tae was also missing still.
All there was in the kitchen was a note left on the counter for the boys to
read.
         “Gone out to the market, here are your duties…”
 
         The letter listed all their assignments for the day. Jimin was to
string up all the lights for the party, which now was only a few days away,
Jungkook was to help Jimin as well as set up the rooftop deck with decorations.
Last was addressed to ‘SUGA”.
         “Suga, your duties are to clean all the floors, scrub the room deck,
and wash the laundry, I except it to be done by tonight.-Jin.” Yoongi didn’t
have the energy to be angry or surprised. He did however feel his empty stomach
growling with a fiery vengeance. He still had not eaten anything since two days
ago and now his body was starting to wither away. He noticed there were only
two plates of food placed on the counter, enough for only Jimin and Jungkook.
The two boys had long faces as they turned to Yoongi.
         “It’s okay, don’t worry about me,” Yoongi tried to sound like he fine
but Jimin could see right through it.
         “Don’t be silly Hyung, we can share these two,” he said while finding
another plate from the cabinet. Jungkook and Jimin both cut their portions of
meat and rice in half and plated it on Yoongi’s dish. Gratefully he thanked
them before scarfing it down. The warm food never tasted so good as it slipped
down his throat. He could feel his fingers quivering as he finished his portion
in all but 4 bites.
         “What happened last night?” Jimin asked full of curiosity. Clearly he
didn’t get any answer from Jin last night. Yoongi wasn’t sure how much to
divulge but he knew they were both looking for answers.
         “Tae and I snuck out to the roof last night to look at the city,” he
lied.
         “Well we knew that Hyung, we heard you guys leave and then Jin
happened to come and ask where you guys were,” Jungkook said looking guilty.
“What happened after? Did he find you guys?”
         “Yes,” Yoongi answered. “He brought us to Namjoon who wasn’t happy.
Tae took the blame for it and Jin tried to get both of us punished. Namjoon
didn’t like Jin stepping on his decision and he told Jin he was to sleep down
here with us until further notice,” Yoongi stated as the two boys mouths were
gapped open.
         “Oh, and Namjoon made him return his key,” he added. The looks on
their faces were of pure shock.
         “Namjoon took Jin Hyung’s key away? Oh man, he was really pissed,”
Jimin stated. Yoongi could only nodded in response.
         “Where’s Tae Hyung,” Jungkook said concerned. Yoongi demeanor sank a
little big more.
         “I don’t know, he must still be with Namjoon,” Yoongi replied. After
they sat in silence for a bit until Yoongi spoke again.
 
         “Any news on Hoseok?” Yoongi asked as he finished his last bite of
meat. The two boys who were also almost done eating shook their heads.
         “I hope he’s okay,” Jungkook said as he stood up to put his plate in
the sink. We’ve never had one of our own spend the night in the hospital.
Namjoon doesn’t really like us being out of the house that long.”
         “For good reasons,” Jimin chimed in, slowly chewing his last bite and
staring at Kookie hard. Jungkook turned, snapping his attention towards Jimin
instantly and glaring at the dark haired boy suspiciously.
         “And what reasons would that be,” he said almost accusingly. Yoongi
observed the odd behavior unfolding before him. The two secret lovers seemed to
be quarreling about something but Yoongi had no idea what it was.
         Jimin was scowling at Jungkook across the room.
         “Never mind,” He said turning his eyes down to his plate again.
Jungkook’s annoyed face started to relax as the argument died down. Yoongi
watched him leave the kitchen swiftly, while tying his apron around his waste.
         “I’ll help you as much as I can when I’m done with the lights,” Kookie
stated before he left to go over to the elevators. Once Jungkook had
disappeared, Jimin and Yoongi both followed suit, putting their dishes in the
sink before walking towards the elevators as well.
 
 
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         Yoongi immediately went up to the roof to retrieve the monitor that
would let him see the security room. He knew there was no hope in helping Tae
without it. When he stepped out onto the roof deck the chilling October air
breezed by his small frame. He shivered as the coldness bit at his pale skin
and he instinctively wrapped his arms around his body to keep him warm. The
plain shirt and shorts he wore were the wrong attire to be wearing during this
time of the year but Yoongi knew Jin wouldn’t care about that. Today they
sported a pale teal colored uniform, almost looked baby blue with a black
apron. He still felt silly it these outfits, but he was coming to terms with
them as he wore them daily.
         Yoongi took a moment to take in the city skyscrapers that encircled
the penthouse rooftop. The sun beamed and sparkled off of the downtown Seoul
buildings making Yoongi wonder what lay behind them. Were they offices,
restaurants, or other penthouses? You couldn’t just tell by staring at them but
suddenly he dreamed of being behind one of those faceless windows. He wished he
were just working at the restaurant, serving annoying people but being able to
make his own choices, have his own freedom, be his own person.
 
         With a sigh, Yoongi made his way over to where he knew the monitor was
hidden. He walked back into the small-hutted cabana, which he could see now in
the daylight was clearly draped with black sheer curtains. He crawled
underneath the bench that was built into the inside. He had to lie flat on his
back to fit underneath it all the way and awkwardly tried to unscrew the grate
his fingers. Once all four screws were undone he removed the monitor and
proceeded to put the metal face of the vent back in place. After he was done he
proceeded to sit on top of the bench as he anxiously turned on the device. The
anticipation killed him as he waited for the screen to light up. The picture
did eventually come on and Yoongi raced to look at all the different screens in
the room below. He zoomed into every single monitor and zoomed out until he
found what he was looking for. All the rooms he searched came up empty as he
continued his search. He saw Junkgook and Jimin in the ballroom, stringing up
lights on a ladder but that’s not what he wanted to see at this moment. He
slowly started to panic, thinking he would not find Tae in any of the rooms of
the penthouse. He wasn’t in Namjoon’s room, not in Jin’s old room, not on any
of the floors of the penthouse even. As Yoongi zoomed in that last two monitors
he prayed he wound find some sort of sign that Tae was okay. Nervously he
zoomed in on the 2nd to last screen, he was met with a picture of a dark
hallway but there were no signs of life. With shaky fingers, Yoongi zoomed in
onto the last screen in the entire security system. It was the room that Yoongi
had woken up in. The torture room with the chair that had straps attached to
the legs and arms. Yoongi scanned the room and saw that in the corner he could
see the tip of something. It was like a big box, taller than the chair in the
middle of the room. He couldn’t see what was inside but it reminded Yoongi of a
cage.
         I have to know. I have to find out if he’s down there, Yoongi thought.
He racked his brain on the room, which he had been to before but never saw how
he got there. He suddenly realized he didn’t even know how to find that room.
It wasn’t apart of any of the suite floors that Yoongi had visited previously.
         How do I get to you?
 
        Yoongi had a glimmer of hope that Tae was ok. For now he knew there was
nothing he could do. He had to hide the monitor and do his duties before Jin or
Namjoon came home. Yoongi got up and proceeded to call the elevator. Once in
side he clutched the monitor under his apron and pushed the 6th floor button.
Once he got down to the dorm room he sprinted for the bedroom and shut the door
behind him.
         Where do I put this, he thought to himself. He started to scamper over
to his bed. If he put in in his dresser, surely Jin would find it while putting
away laundry. Where else could he hide a monitor thought? He frantically looked
around for a safe place to put it but was losing hope fast. He looked under his
bed to see if it might be a possibility but realized it was too high and could
be seen easily. Yoongi scampered out of the rooms. As he looked around the
common space, the silver monitor feeling hot in his hands, he tried to rack his
brain around a place that was safe, yet accessible. Suddenly he remembered the
first time he saw Tae holding it inside a book. He ran back into the doorm room
and looked over to Taehuyng’s empty bed. He scanned the area for the book but
it wasn’t in plain sight. He moved over to stand in front of Tae’s nightstand
and opened the bottom draw. A smile spread wide across his face as he saw the
large book before him. He picked it up and it looked just how Yoongi had
remembered it, no tittle on the cover and it was a dark brown in color. He
flipped open the book and the pages automatically fell open to a familiar
indent. Inside the pages of the right side of the indent was a cut out; just
big enough to perfectly place the monitor so that the book would close and no
one would know what was inside.
         Genius.
         Yoongi put the monitor back into its proper place in Taehyung’s
nightstand. He felt satisfied for now with it back in place and he was
confident that no one would find it there. As he stood in the room in silence,
letting the pressure lift off of his shoulder momentarily. He decided that he
might as well start his daunting task on this current floor anyways. It was
going to be another long day of cleaning and the clock already read 8:30am.
 
         About halfway through his day, Yoongi had successfully thrown in the
laundry, cleaned the entire dorm room floor, cleaned the kitchen on the 5th
floor, tided up the movie theater which hadn’t been used so it was practically
clean, and wiped down everything in the gym. He was starting to sweep on the
2nd floor when that familiar sexy girl told him someone was coming out of the
elevator. Yoongi peered out from the side of the floor and watched in
anticipation.
         “Yoongi?” A shy voice called out. Yoongi sighed as he watched Jungkook
exit the elevator.
         “I’m over here,” he called out from the corner.
         “We’re done with the lights in the ballroom. I came up to see what
else you needed help with. Oh, also Jin came and told us that has to spend the
night with Hoseok at the hospital. He’s better but they still want to monitor
him,” Jungkook said while walking towards him. His eyes were blood shot and he
looked as if he had been crying recently. Yoongi wondered if it was the news
about Hoseok that did or it something had happened with him and Jimin. He
assumed the later.
         “I’m sorry to hear about Hoseok. Actually I’m done with most of the
floors, the only ones left are the pool and to scrub the deck on the roof,”
Yoongi replied.
         “Jimin and I already have to set up on the roof so don’t worry about
the deck, well scrub it for you,” he said forcing a smile on his lips. Yoongi
observed him cautiously before replying.
         “Thank you,” he said softly in return as the Maknae nodded. He left
without another word to Yoongi and he wondered if he should have asked if
Jungkook was okay. Yoongi was never really good at dealing with emotions,
especially other people’s emotions but he felt that maybe he should try to
change that. These boys cared about one another and really did truly want to
help each other. He wished he could open up to people more but the years of
pushing people out left him with this rough exterior and an untrusting
personality. He mentally told himself that maybe he should work on that if he
was going to survive in this place.
        
         After some time Yoongi made his way up to the 4th floor to clean the
pool once again. He started by using catcher to clean out any dirt in the water
of the large pool and hot tubs. Next he tested the chlorine for its potency.
The three large chandeliers hanging above the pool reflected off the water as
he waited for the read on the chlorine levels making him wonder just how much
each chandelier costs. After that he made his way to the back to clean the
locker room, which was located behind the three large hot tubs.
        
         Yoongi decided to start by scrubbing down the showers. These ones had
their own stall doors, unlike the ones in their dorm. He assumed it was because
from time to time Namjoon’s guests must use this faculty and he of course would
never deprive his guest of privacy, just his slaves. Once he was done scrubbing
down the showers, he moved on to the windows that looked out onto the river in
the back of the city. He stayed reaching on his tiptoes and crouching down on
his knees to clean ever inch of the tall glass.
 
         “You clean well Yoongi,” A voice came from behind him. Yoongi jumped a
bit after suddenly hearing a voice out of thin air. He spun around quickly to
see Namjoon leaning in the doorway just as before. Both his hands were in his
pockets and he was smirking at him from his position against the doorframe.
Yoongi didn’t forget the last time he had seen him he accidently grazed Namjoon
member with his teeth making him quiet angry with him.
         “Thank you master,” he replied quickly, trying to hide the bitterness
in his tone. The taller man started to walk towards him stopping to look out of
the window that Yoongi had just cleaned.
         “Isn’t it beautiful?” he asked as he took in the city view. “I just
love looking at the architecture around us. What do you think Yoongi?” He
questioned looking back over his shoulder.
         “Yes, it’s beautiful,” he replied trying his best to not hit any
nerves.
         “You’re beautiful,” Namjoon cooed as he reached his arm around
Yoongi’s neck and pulled him closer. He could feel Namjoon’s thumb softly
brushing against his skin as he peered deeply into his eyes making Yoongi
extremely uncomfortable. Namjoon leaned down and planted a soft kiss on
Yoongi’s lips, making the smaller boy tense up in his arms.
         “Shhhhh relax,” he whispered into Yoongi’s ear and Yoongi willed his
body to un-tense. He closed his eyes shut as he felt a hand hungrily start to
palm his cock through his shorts. He was relieved as the hand just as quickly
was removed from his pants and Namjoon stepped back.
         “Have you been taking down notes?” Namjoon asked as he backed away
from Yoongi and sat down on one of the locker room benches that stood in the
middle of the room. Yoongi was confused and didn’t know what Namjoon was
referring to. He watched as the taller boy started to unzip his pants and pull
out his half hard cock. Yoongi understood now, he was talking about getting him
off. Yoongi of course still didn’t know what the hell he was doing but he
nodded anyways just to make him happy.
         “Good, now take off your pants,” Namjoon said while slowly stroking
himself in front of the smaller boy. Yoongi throat was suddenly drier than
normal. He tried to swallow instinctively but he ended up slightly chocking on
the dryness.
         “It’s okay, don’t be shy,” Namjoon said, encouraging him. Yoongi
started to slowly unbutton his shorts and unzipped his zipper. He then pulled
both the shorts and boxers down and let them pool at his ankles. The cold air
in the room made him shiver, as he stood half naked.
         “Good, now play with yourself.”
         Yoongi obeyed. Taking his limp member into his right hand and trying
to stroke it. He tried everything to try and get hard. He thought about girls,
idols, supermodels, nothing was working for him. He knew that having Namjoon
jack off in front of him was the problem.
         “It’s okay, come here, I know a trick,” Namjoon cooed. Yoongi dropped
his limp member and hesitantly walked over to the blonde man on the bench.
         “I was like you before, Inexperienced, unknowing what turned me on. I
know you’re also under a lot of stress. Relaxing is the best thing you could do
right now,” he said and Yoongi almost scoffed. How was he supposed to relax in
these situations that he didn’t want to be in?
         Namjoon brought his left hand up to rub Yoongi’s right butt cheek and
he automatically tensed again.
         “See, there you go again, you gotta relax baby,” Namjoon said sweetly
and Yoongi tried his best not to barf in his mouth. Baby. The word just reeked
of perversion coming from his lips. Yoongi took a deep breath in and let his
muscle relax once again.
         “Good, that’s it,” Namjoon said as he started to caress Yoongi’s right
butt cheek again. “Stroke it again,” he ordered as his hand roamed his
backside. Again Yoongi complied with his wishes, reaching up to his limp cock
and tugging at it slowly. Without warning Namjoon brushed his fingers into the
crack of Yoongi’s ass and brushed his fingers against his exposed hole. Yoongi
started to freak out but before he could pull back from the taller man Namjoon
had wrapped his free arm around Yoongi’s waist, holding him firmly in place.
         “Now, now, now, I know that was different, even a little weird
probably but trust me,” Namjoon said as he held onto the smaller boy. His tone
told Yoongi to stay put or else things would be getting violent quickly. Yoongi
gulped with his dry throat, hating every moment of this. Maybe he should rebel,
maybe he should take his chances right here, right now and try his best to
flee, he thought. The thought of Tae being locked up somewhere in the building
halted any of those thoughts as he willed his mind to hush and focus.
         I have to find him, he thought. I have to do this for him.
 
        Yoongi closed his eyes tightly has he relaxed into Namjoon’s arms once
more. Letting the taller man take control again.
         “Good boy,” Namjoon said and Yoongi shuddered a bit with hatred for
him. Namjoon removed his arm from around his waist and found his way to
Yoongi’s testicles. He slowly massaged them in his palm as his left hand went
back to rubbing circles on his ass cheek again.
         “Look at me,” Namjoon ordered and Yoongi slowly opened his eyes,
peering down at him.
         “How does it feel?”
         Yoongi didn’t patricianly enjoy any of it but he lied anyways.
         “Good master,” he said still peering at Namjoon’s face. Suddenly he
felt it again. The fingers brush across his sensitive puckered opening and he
felt the ticklish sensation course through him. Chills instantly surged through
Yoongi’s body as he involuntarily shivered at the sensation of his hole being
massaged. He again had to shut his eyes as he tried to over come the powerful
sensation that he had never felt before in his life.
         “You like that huh?” Namjoon said as his large hand moved back to
Yoongi’s dick, trying to get him hard. Yoongi didn’t know what to think. He
didn’t exactly feel sexually aroused by the sensation, but he couldn’t deny
that the spot Namjoon was massaging was overly sensitive and powerful. Suddenly
he felt Namjoon’s warm mouth engulf his entire member, all the way to the base
and a Yoongi had to sharply suck in a breath of air. The two sensations
together were explosive. As much as Yoongi didn’t ever want to be touched by
anyone, his body was now starting to have a mind of it’s own. He apparently was
enjoying the combo of the two sensations he was currently feeling and his
breathing was coming in gasps now. More pressure was added to Yoongi’s
entrance, making his breathing hitch just a tad bit more. He was starting to
feel that familiar feeling of a build up deep in his groin and he knew he
couldn’t stop it. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were shut tightly as
Namjoon’s sucked one last time, sending him over the edge. He quivered as his
orgasm coursed through his body, emptying into Namjoon’s mouth. Namjoon let him
ride out every last wave of pleasure until his dick went lip again.
         Namjoon looked up at the smaller boy, licking his lips after he had
detached himself from his cock.
         “Tastes just like suga(r),” Namjoon slyly said. “But unfortunately you
forgot to ask me for permission first,” he said while smirking. Yoongi’s heart
rate was already pounding from his intense orgasm but his blood suddenly ran
cold. Ask? He thought. Shit.
         “Get on your knees baby,” Namjoon ordered. That evil smirk appeared
back on his lips again and Yoongi stomach dropped. He got down quickly looking
up at Namjoon who was now standing before him in the locker room.
         “Hands behind your back,” he said and Yoongi again conformed. Namjoon
gripped the base of Yoongi’s chin firmly, forcing him to look up into his face.
         “What did you do wrong?” Namjoon asked in a curious tone. Yoongi knew
what would happen next. He saw a similar scenario happen to Hoseok on Jimin’s
birthday. Thankfully Namjoon didn’t have a whip this time.
         “I came without permission,” Yoongi responded shakily and quickly the
slap came streaming across his face. He felt the sting of the slap as he tried
to blink back tears in the corner of his eyes. These weren’t simple slaps,
Namjoon was determined to make them hurt. Maybe he wanted to punish Yoongi for
breaking curfew still and this was a way he decided to do it. He knew that
Yoongi would forget to ask.
         “Louder, what did you do wrong?” Namjoon grinned while asking again.
         “I came without permission.”
         Another swift slap across the face.
         “Again.”
         “I came without permission.”
         Slap.
         “Louder!”
         “I came without permission!”
         Slap.
         “Again!”
 
         This went on until Namjoon felt satisfied and Yoongi was screaming at
the top of his lungs. His face felt like he had been hit with a baseball bat
only on one side…over and over again. As Yoongi was holding his face and
glaring up at the tall blonde man, he could hear his phone ringing from his
pocket again.
         “Ne…ok I’ll be right there,” He said before hanging up.
         “We’ll finish this later Suga,” Namjoon said as he left Yoongi on the
floor of the locker room. He couldn’t deny the stinging in his face now; it
felt like someone had lit him on fire. As Yoongi watched the tall man leave,
only one word replayed in his head over and over again.
         Tae, Tae, Tae, Tae…
 
        
         As Yoongi put his pants back on, he looked over at the clock in the
room, which read 4:00pm now. It was almost time for dinner and he wanted to
check to make sure Jungkook and Jimin had actually finished scrubbing the deck
of the roof. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them but he couldn’t handle any
more punishment today. He made his way up in the elevator to the roof and
glanced at himself in the mirror during the ride up. His eye was already
starting to turn purple again and the entire left side of his face was red from
being slapped by Namjoon. Yoongi accepted that he was going to be forever
bruised living here.
 
         When he reached the roof he could already hear the yelling coming from
the distant end of the roof deck. Jimin and Jungkook clearly were arguing about
something and didn’t even hear the elevator chime.
         “I can’t believe your’re even considering it!” Yoongi could hear
Jimin’s voice. “You know what he’ll do if he catches you! Babe please, don’t.
Don’t do this!”
 
         “I’m sorry, but she’s my mother! I lost her once and I’m not going to
lose her again. Please, come with me. We can leave tonight.” Yoongi heard
Jungkook voice say from somewhere on the other side. Yoongi was still frozen
inside the elevator, the doors sitting wide open. He knew he was not supposed
to be hearing this conversation but he couldn’t stop himself from listening in.
 
         “Jungkook you know I can’t. He’ll kill my brother and his family.
Don’t you get, we can never leave this place. This is home…forever. I can’t
believe you’ve even said those words out loud. If Namjoon even hears you speak
it…”
 
         “I know, that’s why you have to come. I can’t live without you Jimin.
You’re the only person I care about in this world. We can start a new life
outside of these walls. I’ll make sure we travel outside of the country, where
he can’t find us. My mother said she could buy us tickets right away.”
 
         “You don’t even remember your mother! How can you trust some lady who
says they recognize you? How do you know she’s not just some lady in the market
who kind of looks like her?”
 
         “Of course I remember my mother! But it’s been years and she’s aged.
She looks different but she knows the town I was in when I got kidnapped. She
was there when those men took me. She’s the only person to ever call me J.K. I
know it’s her.” Yoongi could hear tears in Kookie’s voice now. This is what
they must have been arguing about since last night. Yoongi thought back to when
Tae and he had seen them awake at 3:00am last night, before Jin had caught
them. Yoongi remembered Jimin flailing his arm in the dorm room and Jungkook
sitting on the bed. This also must be why Jungkook had blood shot eyes earlier
when he visited him on the gym floor. Jungkook is planning to run away, Yoongi
thought. If he succeeds, Namjoon will be in an uproar and security will tighten
up immensely. This would mean Yoongi and Taehyung would be stuck here,
indefinitely. This is bad for everyone, Yoongi thought.
 
         Suddenly the elevator doors started to close, which meant someone else
in the building was calling the elevator from another floor. Before the doors
completely shut on the roof deck, Yoongi heard Jungkook say one last thing.
        
         “I’m leaving tonight. You can come with me…or you can stay…”
 
        
 
 
 
 
 
 
*** HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOKIE! Thanks for reading! Another busy week but I’ll
try to pull another chapter out shortly. Please leave a comment; good and bad
comments are appreciated! ***
***** "I'm leaving tonight. You can come with me...or you can stay..." *****
Chapter 12: “I’m leaving tonight. You can come with me…or you can stay…”
 
 
            As the elevator closed on the rooftop, Yoongi let Jungkook’s words
sink in like cement.
            “I’m leaving tonight. You can come with me…or you can stay…”
            He wondered what Namjoon would do to the rest of the house if
Jungkook ran away. Would he interrogate them? Punish them? Yoongi couldn’t be
sure. The only thing he knew was that it would toughen their escape plan and
that was bad enough right now with Tae missing somewhere in the building.
Yoongi pushed the 6th floor button to get off before someone else could get on
the elevator. When the sexy girl chimed he darted straight for the dorm rooms
and closed the door behind him.
            When he was sure that no one else was around he ran over to Tae’s
nightstand and retrieved the big book that was hiding the monitor. Quickly
Yoongi started to try to find the camera that showed the inside of the
elevator. Once he scrolled through several screens he managed to land on the
one he was looking for. His sweaty fingers zoomed in on the person in the
elevator. It wasn’t someone Yoongi recognized at all. It was a woman holding a
clipboard standing next to Namjoon in the elevator. Yoongi watched intensely as
Namjoon’s long skinny fingers pushed the button to go up to the roof deck as he
casually chatted with the woman. She has a tight black bun, tied on top of her
head and librarian glasses almost falling off the bridge of her nose. Yoongi
assumed she was the party planner, coming to scope out the areas for the party.
He sat down on the bed and took his time going through all the monitors again,
looking for any sign of Tae. When he got to the torture room once again, he
could still see the top of the cage but still couldn’t see anyone inside from
the camera angle. He was sure Tae was there but he just wished he could prove
it somehow. As he bit his lip nervously, he glanced over his shoulder to the
digital clock lying on top of the dresser.
            5:00pm.
            Since Jin and Hoseok were supposed to be staying at the hospital
all night, Yoongi wondered if they were supposed to be having dinner still. He
decided that since he had finished all of his duties and he didn’t have the
plastic key to explore around more, Yoongi thought it was safe to just relax a
bit until Namjoon came to find him. He placed the monitor back into the dresser
carefully and decided he would take advantage of his alone time for a moment.
He scampered to his dresser to grab a towel and made his way over to the
bathrooms. One thing he had his eye on since the moment he arrive at the
penthouse was the jetted master Jacuzzi tub. Though he needed to find out if
Tae was okay, there was simply nothing he could do for the time being.
            He made his way across the white polished common room and down the
back hallway to where the doors to bathrooms were located. As Yoongi crossed
the bathroom floor he listened to his footsteps slap across the expensive
marble tile. It felt so cold and stiff underneath his delicate feet, oddly
comforting him. He stopped when he reached the large jetted Jacuzzi tub that
sat next to the large glass wall. Yoongi observed the golden spout and tub
handle, finding the knob labeled ‘H’ for hot. As he turned the hot water on,
letting the large tub fill up; he noticed multiple bottles on the side of the
ledge. Picking one up and reading the label he realized that they were
different scented bath bubbles. Pouring the scent with melons into the water he
watched as several bubbles sprang to life under the flowing water and started
to spread throughout the tub. Waiting for the tub to fill up, Yoongi ran his
hand through the growing mountain of bubbles, touching the steamy water below.
It burned the tips of his fingers slightly but he enjoyed the burn. He always
liked hot water, preferring it to cold or lukewarm. Burning hot water had a
quality of clearing away his stress and emotions in a way that warm water just
couldn’t.
            Yoongi stripped himself of his clothing quickly, not wanting to be
caught naked in front of the cameras. He slipped his foot into the water,
testing the heat. When he decided that the hot water was tolerable, he slowly
stepped both his feet into the tub, sinking in slowly to adjust his body to the
burning water. When his small frame was covered up to his neck in bubbles, he
looked on the side of the tub for the button that would turn of the jets.
Yoongi ran his eyes over the different options, finding the one he wanted with
low jets and pressing it. As the water became alive with underwater bubbles, he
lay back against the back of the tub and couldn’t help but let his eyes flutter
closed for a little bit. As stressful and horrible as it was to live in the
penthouse, Yoongi couldn’t help but enjoy this small piece of paradise for the
moment. Never in his life had he ever had the opportunity to visit any fancy
hotels or nice bathhouses before. He couldn’t help but feel Namjoon’s wealth
wash over if for an instant, making him push his worries aside. His bruised
body and aching muscles all seemed to un-tense at the same time as he continue
to soak in the large tub. He grabbed a handful of water and splashed it over
his sensitive face and the pain in his right cheek brought him back to reality.
No matter how much money Namjoon pampered them with, they were still slaves.
Salves stuck serving someone who tried to convince them he was their provider
and protector, but the truth his, they needed to be protected from him.
Yoongi’s mind automatically started to wander to Tae.
            Where is he? Is he scared? Hurt? He didn’t want to think of the
state his was probably in somewhere in the penthouse. Yoongi thoughts started
to assume the worse as he soaked in the hot water. He imagined Tae bruised,
dried blood on his face, laying somewhere curled up and alone. The guilt in his
stomach was overpowering as he looked out the large window in front of the tub.
The night sky was starting to darken and the last remints of sun was starting
to set behind the buildings before him.
            After about a half an hour, Yoongi’s mind had gone through almost
every possible way to find Tae and escape. If he had it his way they would
leave tonight before Jungkook turned up missing but the fact of the matter is
that they still had no concrete plan of how to get out. They could get as far
as the first floor where Freddy was perched in front of the golden elevator
doors but unless they decided to kill him, there was no way to make it down.
            Maybe that’s the answer, Yoongi thought but he quickly pushed it
out of his mind. Maybe Tae would be okay with doing it but Yoongi had never
even thought about killing someone. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do it. Even
if they succeeded, where would they go that would be safe from Namjoon’s men?
It was risky either way they spun it.
            Maybe Jimin’s right. Maybe this is home and I should stop thinking
about escaping. It will only end in death, Yoongi thought to himself.
            He climbed his slim body out of the now warm water and grabbed his
towel to wrap around his lower half. Draining the tub he made his way back to
the dorm room to dress in his pajamas early since he was certain there would be
no dinner that evening.
 
            As he crossed the common space he noticed Jungkook and Jimin on the
couch, already dressed in their pajamas, eating food out take-out containers.
            “Yoongi come eat, Namjoon ordered us food,” Jimin said quietly,
food stuffed in his mouth. Both of them didn’t seem like themselves. They were
quietly eating their food next to each other. Jungkook was slowly pushing his
meat around with his plastic fork. His demeaner was slightly slumped over and
his fist was pathetically holding his head up. Yoongi could only assume his
mood was still related to what he had over heard earlier in the day. He
wondered to himself if Junkook would actually go through with his plan tonight.
It made him nervous to think of the repercusions of kookie's decision.
            "Thank you, i'll be back after i get some clothes on," Yoongi
responded as he made his way back to the dorms.
 
            As Yoongi dressed in the privacy of their long dorm, he glanced
back again at the digital clock. It was now six in the evening and he knew
Namjoon would be wanting one of them to play with soon. He glanced down to Taes
night stand once again, getting a curious feeling. He axiously reached for the
monitor, knowing that he probably would not see anything differnt than before.
Shifting his eyes to the door one more time to make sure the coast was clear,
he sprung open the fake book and searched the multiple cameras in the security
room again. He was almost done scanning through the entire collection when his
breathe caught in his chest. Yoongi's eyes were locked on the camera in
Namjoon's suite where Namjoon was currently standing. The tall blond man was
standing next to his bed on top of the platform hovering over a figure. It
wasn't the mousy party planner from earlier, who currently was no wear in
sight, but a familiar body. Yoongi watched Namjoon circle the figure on the
floor. His hazel brown hair was almost covering his eyes as Yoongi watched
Namjoon strike him in the face with his palm. Though there was no sound coming
from monitor, Yoongi could hear the slap as if he were standing right in the
room. He wanted nothing more than to save him from the torture and punishemnt
he was enduring or what he already had endured but there was nothing he could
do which made him feel more pathetic. He gulped hard had he wached Namjoon grab
the boy by his hair roughly and drag him somewhere off camera.
            Tae.
 
            Yoongi could feel the heat rise in his body tempature as he glared
at the blank spot where Taeyung and Namjoon just were. He zoomed out and tried
to find another camera that would show him what was going on in the room
upstiars. Once he found another monitor he looked around the screen but still
could not see Tae. Instead he watched Namjoon cross his living room and head
for the door. In less time than it took Yoongi to breathe, Namjoon had swung
open his door and disapear out into the hallway.
            Shit.
           
            Yoongi rushed to return the monitor back into Tae's dresser and
make his way out to the living room where Jimin and Jungkook were still sitting
in silence. Jimin offered Yoongi his take out box but he found that he suddenly
lost his appetitie. Nonetheless, he took the food out of JImin's hands and sat
down on the couch adjacent from the two boys. As soon as Yoongi's bottom hit
the white leather cushon below, the three boys could hear the sexy elevator
chim in that someone was entering the floor. Yoongi didn't even have to look
over to know who it was.
           
            "Good evening," Namjoon said as he made his way over to the living
room section of the common area. He was looming over them from where he stood
next to Yoongi’s couch. Though he knew it wasn’t possible, he couldn’t help but
feel theat Namjoon seemed to stand taller today than he usually did.
            "Good evening Master," the three boys said in unison. All of them
had their attention fixed on Namjoon's tall frame. The tall man’s eyes met with
each of them on the couch one at a time before he spoke again.
            "Tonight, since the house is a little empty, I want all of you to
spend it together in my room," Namjoon stated while shoving his hands in his
pockets casually. Jimin and Jungkook wasted no time putting their food down and
standing up to follow him. Yoongi quickly follow suit and left his food on the
couch after them. Namjoon led the three of them back towards the elevators and
back up to the famiilar suite once again. The ride up was fairly quick and the
group walked in silence from the elevator to the doors of Namjoon’s room.
            "Please, make yourselves comfortable," said Namjoon as he started
to climb the steps to the top of the platform. Yoongi's eyes darted all over
rapidly searching for Taehyung. As he walked behind Namjoon's frame the brown
haired boy came into view. Tae was currently laying on the floor at the bottom
of the four post bed, naked. His hands were handcuffed behind his back, clasped
tight by the shinny metal around his wrists. There was also something in his
mouth that tight around in the back of his head. Yoongi thought it looked
similar to a ball-gag. Tae was lying in a semi-curled position, trying to hide
his naked frame from the peering eyes before him. Yoongi’s heart sank as he
also observed the scars and bruises that mapped his body. He was very beat up
and looked to be in some pain, but he didn't look fragile. In fact he looked
far from it. His eyes were still strong as his gaze met Yoongi’s dead on.
Yoongi was starting to read these unspoken words between them better and
better.
            Don’t worry…I’m okay.
 
            Yoongi didn’t know where to place his body at the moment. He
instantly wanted to be next to Tae, to ask him where he had been and if he was
all right but he knew it was a dangerous move for the both of them. He decided
to sit on the familiar couch in front on Namjoon’s bed where he spent many
nights when he first arrived. He watched as both Jimin and Kookie plopped onto
Namjoon’s bed as if there were about to have a fun sleep over. Their faces were
blank as they waited for Namjoon to give out any instructions. Namjoon casually
made his way over to his dresser, taking off his watch and putting it away on
top. He stood with his back to the group for a moment before he started to
speak again.
            “Kookie, how was your day, baby?”
            Kookie looked up from his position on the bed and smiled up at the
blond man as if nothing was wrong.
            “Fine, daddy,” he beamed his bright white bunny teeth. His
innocence was glowing off of him and Yoongi could tell Jimin was suppressing
his need to be protective over him at the moment.
            “Good, glad to hear,” He replied to the maknae while making his way
back over to the group of boys. Tae’s naked frame was still on the floor,
breathing slowly with his eyes closed. Yoongi wondered if he was resting or if
he was wincing.
            “I have a surprise for you,” Namjoon said when he finally stood in
front of Jungkook as the youngest boy’s eyes lit up with wonder and it was hard
for Yoongi to tell if he really was excited or if he was just putting on an
act.
            “What is it Master?”
            “I’m moving the party up a few weeks to tomorrow due to some
business conflicts. I’ve notified all the guests already and you get to be one
of them this year,” Namjoon said while smiling down at Kookie like a loving
boyfriend.
            “Really! Oh thank you Master!” Jungkook said while jumping up to
hug Namjoon in a tight embrace. If it wasn’t for the plans that Kookie had
already made, Yoongi was quite certain he was be 100% excited about the news.
It seemed to be something he a longed for for many years up until a few days
ago when his mother found him in the market. Yoongi noticed a hint of conflict
flash across the younger’s eyes as he tried to internally battle his emotions.
He quickly smiled wider as he tried to hide his current worry away from the
tall man. Yoongi briefly wondered how this would all play out tomorrow night.
            Maybe he won’t do it. Maybe he’ll reconsider.
            “Wow, I’m jealous!” Jimin beamed from his spot next to Kookie. He
flashed a grin that connected to his eyes and made them disappear from view. “I
want to go too master,” he stated.
            “One day Jiminie, I promise,” Namjoon responded while reaching out
to grab Jimin’s chin. Yoongi was almost certain Namjoon was going to lean in
and kiss him on the lips but he quickly released him and stepped away. Namjoon
made his way over to the head of the bed and plopped himself down, resting his
back against the head rest and crossing his legs over one another.
            “Come here Jungkook,” Namjoon purred from his position on the bed
and the maknae proceeded to crawl over to him. Kookie sat in Namjoon’s lap,
straddling his waist and facing towards the blond man. Yoongi watched as he ran
his lengthy hands over Jungkook’s back, eventually resting his grip on the
younger’s hips. He slowly reached his head up to kiss Jungkook’s soft lips,
enjoying the warm innocent body pushed up against him and briefly forgetting
the other three boys in the room. Jimin wasn’t looking back behind him. His
stern face was looking down at his hands as he tried to ignore their master
devouring his lover’s face. Yoongi suddenly wondered how long this thing
between Jungkook and Jimin had been going on. How many years had Jimin had to
put up with hiding their feelings for each other and fearing getting caught by
Namjoon. His mind snapped out of it as his eyes landed on Tae’s bare body once
more. He wanted nothing more than to cover his naked frame and keep him warm.
Yoongi didn’t know where these thoughts came from. He only assumed they were
from the guilt he felt when Tae had taken the blame for him. He couldn’t deny
that since he’s been at the penthouse, Tae undoubtedly has looked out for him
and kept him as safe as possible. He knew he had to return the favor and look
out for Taehyung as much as he could. Yoongi watched as Tae slowly opened his
eyes a bit, showing just the slits of his eyeballs. He then knew he wasn’t
resting; he was in pain and a lot of it. Yoongi gulped down his saliva as he
stared at his closest friend in the house, guilt consuming him immensely.
            Just then Namjoon’s voice rang out.
            “I’m sorry, where are my manners,” he said while carefully removing
Kookie from his lap. He stood up and walked around to the front of the four-
post bed and stared down at Taehyung on the ground. Yoongi’s heart started to
flutter at the sight of him towering down over Tae.
            “Get up,” he spat down at the boy on the floor. The softness he had
with Jimin and Jungkook completely forgotten. Tae was breathing harder now on
the floor. He started to sit up with his arms still cuffed behind his back.
Moving as fast as he could, he moved to sit on his knees and stood up one foot
at a time. Namjoon clearly didn’t want to wait anymore. Before Tae could
completely stand, he grabbed him by the hair and pushed him forward towards the
couch that Yoongi was currently sitting on. Tae stumbled forward, falling onto
his stomach on the couch with his knees on the ground and his ass bared for the
entire room to see.
            “Taehyung has been a bad boy these past few days. I thought he’d be
a nice treat for you guys to teach him a lesson,”Namjoon said while smiling
down at Tae like he was a piece of meat; an inanimate object just for use.
Yoongi felt the angry start to make his body temperature rise and he had to
fight the glare that was already starting to inhabit his face. Before Yoongi
had the chance to let any more emotions flood through his mind, he felt
Namjoon’s hand curl around his thin wrist and pull his up from his seated
position next to Tae’s bent over body.
            “Jimin, Kookie, have fun,” He said while continuing to lead Yoongi
back towards the bed. It seems Namjoon was done playing with Jungkook and
wanted to play now with his newest toy.
            “Come baby,” he cooed as he again sat back down with his back on
the headboard. Yoongi sat down next to Namjoon on the bed and immediately
turned his attention back to the three boys across the way. As Jimin and
Jungkook stood behind Tae’s naked body, Yoongi watched as Jungkook got down on
his knees behind the bent over boy.
            “Hey, look at me,” Namjoon said as he pushed Yoongi’s chin back in
his direction. Yoongi’s nerves were on edge for some reason. He wanted to make
sure Tae was okay, but at the same time he needed to pay attention to what
Namjoon wanted him to do. If he wasn’t careful he couldn’t end up in the same
position Tae was in and then he wouldn’t be useful to either of them.
            Namjoon closed the gap between their mouths and pressed his thin
lips to Yoongi’s swiftly. The shock left him immobile for a moment before
started to move his mouth against his as well. Yoongi felt his wet tongue
darting out, asking to explore his mouth. He felt he would never get used to
doing things that he didn’t want to do but he tried to remind himself that
everyone around him was doing it too. Doing it to survive and he had to suck it
up for safety. Suck it up for Tae.
            Yoongi couldn’t help but creep his eyes to the side to watch what
Kookie and Jimin were doing to Tae on the love seat. He moved his mouth along
with Namjoon’s and allowed the taller man to run his hands all over his body.
He watched Jungkook on the ground below as he spread Tae’s ass cheeks apart and
do something Yoongi had never seen or heard of anyone doing before. Yoongi
watched Jungkook moved his head closer to Tae’s opening and dart his tongue out
to lick at the small puckered hole of Tae’s entrance. Tae didn’t make a sound
as he slightly shifted as a shiver ran through his body. Thinking back to
earlier in the day, Yoongi rememberd how intense it felt when Namjoon only
touched his entrance with his fingers. He couldn’t imagine what a wet hot
tongue could do to a person.
            Suddenly a grip on his chin told him that he was watching too much
and he turned his face towards Namjoon’s direction once more.
            “Jungkook, he’s not here to get pleasured. I want you both to fuck
him.” Namjoon spat as he caught a glimpse of Kookie eating out Tae’s hole. The
younger boy immediately stopped what he was doing and looked back over his
shoulder.
           
            “Yes, Master.”
            Yoongi breath caught in his throat as he watched Junkook take off
his silk PJ bottoms. He immediately started to jack himself off to bring life
into his limp cock.
            “Jiminie, help him out,” Namjoon stated before he turned his
attention back to Yoongi. He pulled the smaller blond boy on top of him, just
like Jungkook was positioned earlier and started to ravish Yoongi’s neck with
harsh suctions that were sure to leave hickies the next day. As Yoongi stared
the taller man, he could feel Namjoon’s hard erection below him, pushing at his
own cock. Namjoon grabbed at Yoongi’s hips, forcing him to grinding down on him
aggressively. The moans escaping Namjoon’s mouth were now mixing in with moans
that Yoongi could hear coming from Jungkook’s lips. Jimin must be wasting no
time helping his lover get hard. Though Yoongi couldn’t see what was going on,
he could hear the messy suction noises Jimin was making on Jungkook’s cock.
            Namjoon slipped his hand underneath the waistband of Yoongi’s
pajamas and proceeded to cup his bare ass. His rough hands grazed over the
tender pale skin and claimed him as his property.
            “Now to get back to our unfinished business,” Namjoon stated and a
Yoongi knew exactly what he meant. Namjoon never got to receive his orgasm
earlier due to a call he received before he left the pool locker room. Now he
was looking to finish what he he started. Namjoon carefully removed Yoongi’s
from his lap and proceeded to take his lengthy cock out of his own pants.
Yoongi observed the thick member in his hands, again feeling the nervousness of
having to pleasure him again. The taller man gave his dick a few slow strokes,
pausing at the tip to squeeze it longer than the rest.
            “Stick it in your mouth,” Namjoon ordered staring intensely at him.
Before Yoongi opened his mouth to receive the large member, he heard a grunt
come from Tae’s direction. Instinctively he turned his head towards the trio on
the couch just in time to observe Jungkook push his cock into Tae slowly while
Jimin left kisses on Jungkook’s neck from behind. Yoongi knew they both were
being as gentle as they could, knowing Tae had gone through a lot in the past
24 hours. Yoongi had never seen Kookie fuck anyone since he’d been observing
the sessions with Namjoon but he couldn’t deny that Jungkook looked like he
knew what he was doing. This wasn’t the first time Jungkook had been on ‘top’
before.
            “Suga…” Namjoon’s pet name for him came barreling out. Yoongi knew
it was a warning to him. He snapped his attention back to Namjoon’s member and
preceded to do all the things he had taught him. He darted his tongue out to
lick the underside of his cock and took it as a good sign when Namjoon’s sucked
in a sharp breathe; proceeding to let his eyes flutter closed. He then took the
top of his cock into his mouth and made little suctions on the tip before
attempting to take the full length into his mouth. Yoongi’s heart wasn’t racing
as much anymore. His palms however were still clammy and shaky from
nervousness. He peaked his eyes up towards Namjoon’s face to see if he was on
the right track. When he saw that Namjoon’s eyes were wide open staring at the
boys ahead he couldn’t help but want to see what was going on as well. He
didn’t dare stop when he heard Namjoon speak again.
            “Harder! I want you guys to fuck him raw,” he said to the Jimin and
Kookie. “Jimin, take over, I want to hear him,” Namjoon ordered. Yoongi felt
his stomach drop again. Continuing to run his mouth up and down his cock,
slightly choking on the length, he tried to push the thoughts of Tae’s
suffering aside but when he heard the familiar cry Yoongi couldn’t stop himself
from looking back.
            Jimin was now positioned behind Tae, aggressively pushing in and
out of his ass with the same fire that he had on his birthday when he was
forced to have sex with Hoseok. Jimin was one of the best actors in the house.
He was able to put feelings aside to show Namjoon exactly what he wanted.
Though Yoongi was sure he didn’t want to hurt Tae, you wouldn’t have believed
it if you watched how Jimin was fucking now. Tae was grunting around ball-gag
as Jimin pushed in and out of him quickly and hard. Jimin had a fist full of
Tae’s light brown hair balled up and was pulling back on it so hard that Tae’s
head was no longer able to lie flat on the couch.
            Yoongi felt Namjoon’s rough hands push down on his neck as he
slammed his cock to the back of his throat and forced Yoongi to stay in the
deep position making him chock around the thick cock.
            “Suga, this is your last chance…” Namjoon threatened as he held
Yoongi down on his dick. Yoongi tried with all his might to remove the large
member from his throat but Namjoon’s strength was no match for his weak arms.
When Namjoon finally released Yoongi’s head he shot up gasping for air once
more drawing in large amounts of air. Without warning Namjoon flipped them over
so that his heavy body lay on top of the gasping boy.
            “Do you want to join him?” He whispered in Yoongi’s ear. Leaving a
threat to linger in the air as he continued to kiss at the smaller boy’s
collarbone.
            “No Master,” Yoongi managed to speak out but it was practically
drowned out by Taehyung’s sounds of pain. Yoongi could now watch the scene
unfold down below him. Jungkook was jacking off next to the two boys and Jimin
was recklessly pounding into Tae’s ass still. The dark haired boy grabbed at
Tae’s hips; pulling him into his body so that he dick was completely burred in
him. Yoongi wanted to save Tae, make it end quickly but he could do nothing but
watch in horror.
            “Switch…” Namjoon said and Yoongi watched as Jimin pulled his hard
cock all the way out of Tae and Jungkook took his place back behind the cuffed
boy again. The younger positioned himself at Tae’s entrance, slamming into the
older boy and Tae all but screamed at the cock tearing him. As Yoongi suffered
through hearing and watching Tae get tortured he felt little pricks of water
start to sting his eyes. The foreign substance puzzled him as he ferociously
blinked them away. He wondered if Tae was in pain because he used by Namjoon
previously and was sore, or every time for him was as painful as the last.
Yoongi didn’t have time to finish his thought as he felt Namjoon’s hand slip
beneath the front of his waistband.
            “I can’t wait any longer baby, I’ve had to feel you,” Namjoon said
through hazy eyes that were dripping with lust. Yoongi’s panic came back full
forced now as his heart began to rapidly beat out of his chest. He was not
ready for anything that was similar to what Tae was going through at the
moment. His cheeks flushed boiling red as he started to feel dizzy. Without
trying to, Yoongi’s hand instinctively tried to remove Namjoon’s intrusion in
his pants but he was only met with the taller man’s swift grip pulling his
pants down all the way in one smooth motion.      
            “Take off your shirt,” the taller man ordered shortly after. Yoongi
complied as he glanced back down at Junkook’s backside again. He was definitely
gentler with Taehyung than Jimin, but Jungkook knew that Namjoon needed to hear
Tae’s sounds of discomfort or else he would turn his attention back over to
them. Yoongi secretly hoped that they were being gentle and that Tae was just
smart enough to continue to fake the pain.
            “You’re so gorgeous,” Namjoon said, his words dripping with desire.
All of this was happening so quickly and Yoongi couldn’t process what was going
on. Namjoon positioned himself in between his thighs and forced Yoongi’s legs
apart with his long legs. Naked and trembling, Yoongi felt more exposed than he
ever had in his life. He tried to swallow his spit but his throat had gone
completely dry again and he couldn’t seem to slow down his breathing. Namjoon’s
lips bent down to attack the smooth skin on his belly before he starting to
move his mouth lower. Kissing a trail down to his pubic bone before stopping
again. The smaller boy couldn’t tear his eyes away from the bigger man below
him. Yoongi’s wide eyes watched as Namjoon looked back up to his face,
observing his features. Without tearing his gaze away he watched him spit into
his hand and bring his palm down in between his thighs. Instantly Yoongi felt
that similar sensation he had first felt earlier in the pool locker room. His
body shivered as he felt Namjoon’s slick fingers rubbing at the entrance of his
asshole. His breath started to hitch as the circle motions continued for a
moment and Yoongi closed his eyes, not wanted to see Namjoon peering down at
him.
            “Suga, look at me…”
            Yoongi opened them again but didn’t look straight at Namjoon’s
face. He could still feel the steam rising off of his face from a mixture of
embarrassment and overwhelming sensations. Suddenly he felt a finger intrude
into his entrance and Yoongi stiffened his body. The pain of his hole
stretching around Namjoon’s finger was painful and shocking all at the same
time. He tried to move away so that the burn would disappear but Namjoon held
his hips in place as he moved the finger in deeper.
            “Ma..Master,” Yoongi cried out as a pleaded for Namjoon to stop the
intrusion on his hole. “It hurts.”
            “I know baby, give it a moment, it will stop hurting, I promise,”
Namjoon cooed in his ear. Yoongi didn’t believe him he could feel Namjoon’s
teeth nipping at the nap of his neck, marking him as his property. Tae was
still moaning in pain far off in the room. His cries scorching Yoongi’s ears
with worry. The burning sensation from Yoongi’s virgin hole being stretched was
overwhelming. He winced as Namjoon started to move his finger in and out more,
trying to stretch him out.
            “It’s going to take a lot of time before you fully get used to it,”
Namjoon said as he continued to finger fuck Yoongi. Namjoon reached around with
his other hand and started to jack the smaller boy off at the same time. This
provided Yoongi with a little bit of a distraction but not enough to cancel out
the burn in his rear end. He realized that Namjoon had stopped moving his
finger momentarily and was moving the tip of his finger inside of him. He
didn’t know what he was doing but soon after, a warm powerful sensation started
to course through his belly. It was completely different than the feeling of
being massaged on the outside of his hole. Namjoon was massaging something
inside of him but Yoongi didn’t know what.
            “Does that feel better,” Namjoon said to him, continuing to massage
the internal spot inside of Yoongi’s ass. Yoongi didn’t know how to respond. He
did still feel the burning sensation of being stretch out but he couldn’t deny
that whatever Namjoon was massaging deep inside him felt amazing. It felt like
warm honey was bathing his body and that warmth was heating up his insides,
deep in his groin. Before Yoongi knew it he was panting hard and his cock was
rock solid.
            “I wanna fuck you so bad,” Namjoon whispered from above him but
Yoongi’s mind couldn’t pay attention anymore. It was engulfed in the sensation
Namjoon was bestowing upon his body at the moment. Without warning Namjoon
pulled out his finger and left Yoongi empty. He realized he couldn’t hear Tae’s
cries anymore and darted his eyes to check on him. Namjoon at the same time got
up to reach over to the nightstand beside his bed and searched the draws for
something.
            Yoongi observed Jungkook leaning down over Tae. He’s thrusts were
halted and he was leaving soft kisses on Tae’s shoulder blades. Yoongi thought
it was an odd sight to see but at the same time it looked to be very caring and
sympathetic. Though Jimin and Jungkook didn’t have a choice in the matter,
Yoongi could tell them were sorry for hurting Tae. Tayhung’s eyes were open and
blinking now as Kookie gave him a little bit of a rest. Namjoon didn’t seem to
notice their break as he made his way back over to Yoongi on the bed. He had a
small bottle of liquid on his hand and he opened it and squeezed a fair amount
onto his fingers.
            “Take a deep breath baby,” Namjoon ordered Yoongi. He did as he was
told, clenching his body for the intrusion once more. This time Namjoon had
pushed two fingers into his puckered opening, earning a cry from Yoongi’s lips.
He clenched his eyes shut tightly as Namjoon continued to push the two fingers
all the way in.
            “Master!” Yoongi cried out, letting his ego go. It was too painful.
He thought he might be ripping as his the fingers finally made it all the way
in past the knuckle.
            “Shhhhh...”
            “Master…”
            “I know, just try to relax…”
 
            Yoongi was biting his lip as the excruciating pain radiated from in
between his legs. Namjoon started to move the two fingers in and out of him,
trying to hit the same spot as before. The warm feeling mixed with pain was odd
to Yoongi. As the spot inside of him started to get hit again, his groin filled
back up with the intense sensation, which made Yoongi arch his back in
pleasure.
            “That’s it, just try to focus on that spot,” Namjoon said. His
fingers started to spread apart in a scissoring motion as he tried to stretch
Yoongi’s tight opening. Yoongi was overwhelmed with Namjoon attacking his spot.
He didn’t have time to think about what Namjoon was prepping him for. It didn’t
make it self quite clear until a few minutes later. Yoongi definitely felt like
virgin in all ways possible. He was in pain, nervous about what to expect, and
also nervous about being with a guy. All of these things were hitting him from
all sides and he didn’t know which part was more overwhelming than the other.
Yoongi took once last glance back at the trio who was now watching him,
including Tae who was still bent over on the couch but had his head turned in
Yoongi’s direction. Just to add to the embarrassment, Yoongi’s first official
time was going to be witnessed by almost half the boys in the house. He didn’t
have time to feel any more embarrassed as he felt Namjoon slip his fingers out
of his entrance. Temporary relieve washed over him as the pain from being
stretched out subsided. Namjoon reached back over for the lube and coated his
length with a generous amount of sticky liquid. He then seemed to notice the
silence as he sharply tuned back around to face the trio.
            “I didn’t tell you to stop Jungkook,” he sneered. Kookie began to
shoot out apologies but Namjoon quickly yelled for him to be quiet.
            “Jimin why don’t you fuck Kookie too while you’re at it, seeing as
how he can’t follow directions.” He said while glairing back at the maknae.
Jungkook with a sad expression took a similar position next to Tae on the
couch. He laid down on his stomach exposing his hole to Jimin who roughly
entered him with Namjoon watching. Kookie’s moans had a tad bit more pleasure
to them than Tae’s or Yoongi’s but Jimin knew they were being watched so he had
to amplify the dramatics. As Jimin continued to slam back into Jungkook,
Namjoon turned his attention back to Yoongi. He was trembling below the taller
man and already was trying to close his legs to prohibit Namjoon from
reentering.
            “Keep them open,” Namjoon commanded. His had gone back in between
Yoongi’s thighs and slowly started to massage his entrance again, shortly
adding in one finger back into his slick opening. To Yoongi’s surprise the
digit slipped right in without the any problems or pain. Quickly Namjoon added
back the second digit, which stung a little bit as he felt that same stretch.
He felt Namjoon’s warm mouth on his dick once more, sucking up hard and slow as
he scissored his hole a few more times. Yoongi again felt Namjoon remove his
fingers as before and the sting disappear from his rear end. He watched at
Namjoon stroked himself a few more times before lining up his long cock with
Yoongi’s tired entrance.
            “This is going to hurt, but I promise to make it quick,” Namjoon
said in Yoongi’s ear only loud enough for him to hear. Yoongi nodded in
acknowledgement, biting his lip hard, waiting for the pain. Namjoon pushed the
head of his penis into Yoongi’s tight entrance, feeling the tight muscle
contract around his large cock. Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from crying out
loud. He threw his head to the side in pain as his face contorted into a frenzy
of furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. He threw his arm over his eyes to hide
his face as the lower half of his body screamed in pain. The large member
slowly made its way into his tight ass making Yoongi feel every vein in his
cock has Namjoon buried his dick deeper into the smaller boy.
            “Fuck!” Yoongi growled as Namjoon got his dick halfway into him.
            “Oh shit, baby you’re so damn tight,” Namjoon said through lusty
moans. He was having trouble pushing in all the way and decided to stop moving
for a moment. Yoongi still couldn’t breath. He was sucking in sharp breaths as
the ring of his ass stretch way beyond its natural boundary and he knew he was
defiantly tearing. After about a minute he started to feel Namjoon thrusting in
and out of him before he was anywhere close to being ready. At first it was the
thrust were small; painful, but small, just an inch in and out. With Yoongi’s
pain also going up, Namjoon started to make bigger thrusts and deeper into in
with his large member having no where to go but up against Yoongi’s prostate.
            Kookie was now moaning in the background, clearly enjoying Jimin
fucking the shit out of him. It was definitely something jimin was used to
doing on the regular seeing as how he knew exactly what angle to penetrate
Jungkook to make him squeal. From the screams he could hear, Yoongi bet that
the maknae wouldn’t be lasting much longer.
            Namjoon was breathing heavy now on top of Yoongi. The searing pain
accompanied by the intense dead on hit of his prostate by the large member was
confusing to Yoongi’s body. On one hand he felt that he was going to pass out
from the pain as he tried to hold on and endure it. On the other hand his belly
was filling up with the same warmness and tingly sensation that was always
accompanied by orgasms. This one felt more like fireworks building up inside
him. He was so astonished by all the new feelings Namjoon had made him feel
since he moved into the house, but he also was starting to thing he had never
really explored his own body enough in the past. Namjoon was thrusting into him
hard now with his hands tightly digging into Yoongi’s hips, perfectly helping
him slam into his prostate over and over again. Yoongi couldn’t catch his
breath, the intensity of all the sensations was collapsing in on him. He wasn’t
sure if he was close to coming without any stimulation to his cock, or if
Namjoon’s cock deep inside him just felt really good. He also hated himself for
enjoying it slightly but his body was acting involuntarily at the moment. As
the thrusts continued, Junkook and Jimin’s voices rang out from across the
room. Both were panting hard and clearly close to the edge.
            “Master can I come,” Jungkook said through gasps.
            “Master can I come too,” Jimin’s heavy lustful voice follow
Kookie’s.
            “Ne,” Is all Namjoon said in return and the sounds of moans from
the two boys coming together rang out through the room. Namjoon wasn’t far off
either but Yoongi still didn’t know if he was coming soon or just in a trance.
It was something he had never felt before, pure bliss mixed with pain.
            “Let me help,” Namjoon said down to Yoongi below him. The taller
man grabbed Yoongi’s rock hard cock and vigorously jacked him off double time
to his thrusts. After a few minutes, Yoongi could tell Namjoon was on the edge
of cumming. He could tell Namjoon was in no mood to wait for his slave to ‘come
first’ as he thrusted one last time into Yoongi’s body, stilling as his climax
shot through him. He had his head lowered on the side of Yoongi’s face and
Yoongi listened as he gasped and moaned until every last drop of cum left his
cock. Lying underneath the sweaty man, Yoongi could feel his insides filling up
with creamy hot cum and he slightly hated it. After Namjoon was finished he
laid still, trying to catch his breath. He pulled out his cock from Yoongi’s
pulsing entrance and laid on his back against the cold silk sheets.
            Jungkook and Jimin were sitting on the love seat next to each other
and Tae was sitting cross-legged on the floor below them. Everyone around him
was trying to catch their breath as they recovered from their orgasms still.
Namjoon rubbed Yoongi’s pale skin on his stomach under the pads of his finger
tips. Yoongi still was feeling heightened as his climax started to whether away
and his breathing evened.
            “Do you want to come baby?” Namjoon asked as he continued to stroke
Yoongi’s belly affectionately. Yoongi didn’t specifically like the touch but he
didn’t mind it as much as other things Namjoon could be doing. He watched as
Namjoon sat up on his elbow and peered down towards Taehyung’s direction.
            “Come here,” he ordered to the cuffed boy promptly. Tae wasted no
time making his way over to the large king sized bed. He struggled a bit while
climbing up on the silk sheets with his hands behind his back but eventually he
managed to get up and shuffle towards their Master.
            “Take care of Yoongi and make it quick,” he ordered. Yoongi’s
butterflies began to flutter in his stomach as he locked eyes with Taehyung’s
huge pupils. Yoongi had only interacted with Hoseok, Jin, and Namjoon so far
but having Tae touch him in a sexual manor was almost like having a distant
cousin or a good friend touch you. It felt wrong because he cared for him in a
different way then the rest of the boys. Tae’s eyes were calm as he nodded in
Namjoon’s direction. The taller blond didn’t leave Yoongi’s side, as Tae
crawled in-between Yoongi’s slim thighs. He couldn’t help but noticed how much
better Tae fit in between them than Namjoon. With Tae’s hands still behind his
back, he lowered his head down to Yoongi’s right thigh and planted a soft kiss
on his heated flesh. Looking up before continuing he trailed a line up kisses
of his leg and Yoongi watched intensely as his soft lips neared his still erect
cock. He couldn’t place a finger on it but he was more nervous having Tae
pleasure him than anyone else in the house. It felt wrong but at the same
time…it felt exciting. Tae stuck his tongue out of his mouth and teased Yoongi
by licking a line from his inner groin all the way up to his belly button.
Stopping only to kiss the circle in the middle on Yoongi’s stomach. Tae then
trailed a line down the other side of his body towards his left thigh now,
making Yoongi feel intoxicated with anticipation. Tae teased his sensitive skin
by nipping and biting the soft skin of his inner thigh making Yoongi let a
little moan escape his lips. Tae’s eyes stayed fixed on Yoongi’s face for a
moment as he hovered over his now dripping slit. He breathed hot air down on
the head of his member making Yoongi beg for friction. The teasing was even
more of a mind fuck then the actual touching.
            “I told you Tae knew how to please,” Namjoon interjected from
Yoongi’s side. He still had his lanky hand on Yoongi’s chest as he observed
Tae’s dance and tango on smaller boy’s body. Yoongi licked his lips as he
stared at Taehyung hover over his painfully hard member.
            “Go on Tae, finish him,” Namjoon said, starting to get impatient.
He enjoyed watching his new toy being pleasured but he was started to get
sleepy and didn’t want Tae to take forever.
           
            Tae slowly lowered his mouth onto Yoongi’s cock and swallowed his
dick all the way down to the base. He had no gag reflex Yoongi noticed as he
felt his tip hit the back of Tae’s throat. Tae’s technique consisted of slow
deep sucking paired with the hollowing of his cheeks to create almost a vacuum
in his mouth. The feeling drove Yoongi over the edge. He watched the brown
haired boy as he sinfully moved his mouth up and down his length and Yoongi
struggled to suck in air. He continued like that for another few minutes,
making Yoongi feel as if he was about to burst. His groin was heating up again
and the desire in Tae’s eyes were enough to send him over the edge. He knew he
was close to his climax as he fisted the silk sheets below him. With heavy lids
he looked over to Namjoon, asking for permission with out words. Namjoon wasn’t
going to hand him his orgasm that easily. He waited patiently for Yoongi to ask
him properly. When Yoongi’s body couldn’t hold on any longer he asked Namjoon
through his shaky voice.
            “Ma..Master can I come?”
            “Go on Suga,” Namjoon said as Yoongi’s orgasm ripped through him,
filling up Tae’s mouth with his seed. Yoongi could feel his cock spraying long
white strings of cum down his throat as his climax made his stomach muscles
tightened around his mid section. Yoongi swore he was seeing stars when he
opened his eyes again. He had never cum that hard in his life and it took all
the wind out of his lungs. Tae quickly removed his mouth from his dick, cum
dripping out of his mouth and onto the blankets below. Namjoon quickly ran to
the bathroom to grab multiple towels, handing one to everyone but Tae who still
sat cuffed on bed.
 
            “How was it?” Namjoon asked kissing Yoongi on the cheek and moving
back to the bed briefly. Yoongi looked up into the blond man’s eyes. He didn’t
quite understand how he could loathe Namjoon so much, yet he had just rewarded
him the most intense orgasm of his life. As Yoongi pondered on this thought
more he found it a little bit easier to understand why the other boys aside
from Tae didn’t necessarily hate Namjoon. Orgasms must alter the way people
feel towards individuals; it messes with the chemistry of the brain and
temporarily made people forget everything, including hate.
            Namjoon stood back up and went up to grab Tae’s wrists. He dragged
him towards the top-left side of the large bed and unlocked his left hand from
the cuff. He re-attached the cuff and locked it around the post of the bed,
obviously not trusting Tae to stay put in the room all night.
            “Everyone come lay down, I’m sure you’re all very tired.”
 
            Everyone followed Namjoon’s orders as they piled onto the silk
sheets. From left to right was Tae cuffed to the pole, Yoongi, Namjoon in the
middle with Jimin and then Jungkook at the far left end. Namjoon was rubbing
Yoongi’s back in an oddly comforting way but Yoongi still preferred Namjoon not
to touch him.
            “Kookie could you get the lights, baby?” Namjoon said in a relaxed
tone, ready to settle in for the night.
            “Yes daddy, “ the youngest said as he reached for the familiar
remote and pressed the button that would dim the lights to the calming blue
beams that Yoongi had seen before. Yoongi looked to Tae next to him in the bed.
It was the first time they had been this close in what felt like forever but
realistically was only about 24 hours. He wasn’t even able to tell Tae about
Jungkook’s plan to run away that night…if that was even still happening. Yoongi
decided he would stay awake just to make sure. If need be, they could unlock
Tae with the key and leave with Kookie.
            Yoongi observed Tae’s face in the blue light. He wondered what he
was thinking as they both laid there on the large bed, freshly fucked and used.
At least I know what he’s going through now,Yoongi thought to himself. The pain
in his entrance had almost completely subsided since being impaled by Namjoon.
He only felt sharp pains every now and then when he shifted in the sheets
            As he was caught up in his thoughts, he felt Namjoon’s large arm
snake around his belly, pulling him into a protective embrace. A kiss on his
shoulder came next and Yoongi just felt uncomfortable.
            “Good night,” Namjoon called out to the group.
            “Good night Master.”
 
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            Several hours later, when the light breathing and snoring could be
heard from from Namjoon, Tae turned to Yoongi and took his hand in his palm.
Yoongi, scared that someone would see, opened his eyes wide to see what Tae was
doing. He felt Tae push something into his palm and close his fist around it.
There was no doubt in Yoongi’s mind about what it was; it was the plastic key.
Tae must be giving it to me for safekeeping, Yoongi thought. Although Yoongi
already securely had the key in his balled up fist, Tae didn’t let go of his
holding his hand. Maybe Tae just wanted to be sure that nothing would happened
to it during the night but they sat like that until the clock read 4:00 am.
Yoongi and Tae just studied each other’s faces in the glow of the blue light
for sometime. Both unable to speak freely in the silence, they let their
unspoken words linger in the space between them. At some point Yoongi must have
fallen asleep because he woke up to daylight shining all around the room and
Tae’s legs intertwined with his below the blankets. When he opened his eyes
Tae’s face was directly in front of his but his eyes were closed in slumber as
well. He felt a swell of happiness wash over him unexpectedly until he felt
Namjoon’s arms tight around his waist again. The key still tightly balled up in
his fist.           
            Don’t let him find it, Yoongi told himself. Yoongi slightly got up
and peered over to the other side of the bed. Relief washed over him as he
gazed upon Jimin cuddling Jungkook safely in his firm arms. Since he didn’t
have to worry about Jungkook running away, Yoongi laid his head back down on
the bed and enjoyed the peaceful morning.
           
            About an hour later Namjoon’s cell phone rang loudly on the
nightstand next to Kookie. All the boys started to rustle about as the loud
noise pierced their ears and yawns could be heard as they stretched out their
limbs. Jungkook reached over for Namjoon’s cell phone when he did not reach for
it himself. The tall blond man swiped the phone to answer the call and cracked
out a ‘Hello’ to whoever was calling.
            “Ne…Ne…what?....oh…I see…where is she now?”
            Everyone was nuzzling back to sleep in the large bed as Namjoon
continued to talk to the person on the other end of the phone. As Yoongi also
fluttered his eyes closed, Namjoon’s next sentence made his ears perk up.
           
            “How did she die?...”
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                      *****HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAP MONSTER!!! Hope
you guys enjoyed this smut filled chapter!******
***** Chapter 13: “How did she die?...” *****
Chapter 13:   “How did she die?...”
 
            Yoongi still had his legs intertwined with Tae’s as they listened
to Namjoon finish his conversation with whomever he had on the phone. Yoongi
briefly wondered who the ‘woman’ was but as he glanced around at the rest of
the boys still snuggled soundly and he decided it probably wasn’t something
that concerned them. He diverted his eyes back over to Tae’s angelic face. His
big eyes were sealed closed as his head rested on the pillow in front of him.
He must be tired from staying up all night too, Yoongi thought as he tightened
his grip on the key in his fist. He pulled his hand with the key under the
black silk pillow to hide it from Namjoon’s sight. With it clutched tightly,
the plastic had dug into his soft palm during the night but Yoongi knew it was
the only thing they had left to hold onto at this point.
            Namjoon got up out of the king size bed after he hung up the phone.
He walked naked towards his bathroom and disappeared through the doorway. To
Yoongi’s left he could hear Jungkook and Jimin starting to steer again in the
sheets.
            “Jimin,” Jungkook whispered, “We have to get ready. We still need
to shower,” he said softly to his lover. Jimin yawned loudly and nodded in
return. Jungkook slid out of bed, also very naked, and walked in the direction
of the master bathroom. When his body disappeared into the golden archway he
could hear the maknae ask Namjoon for permission to go back to the dorms.
            “Just shower here, I’m going to pop in quickly as well,” Yoongi
could just barely hear Namjoon’s voice say. Shortly after, Jungkook came back
to call for Jimin over with a long face.
            “Come on Ji,” he said from the doorway. Jimin knew all too well
that Namjoon telling Kookie to shower there wasn’t exactly an offer of
kindness. He wanted them to shower with him and they weren’t supposed to say
‘No’. Jimin made his way towards Jungkook and they both disappeared into the
golden bathroom together.
            Yoongi took hold of their precious moment alone and woke Taehyung
up from his slumber. He slowly ran his thumb along his soft cheek and whispered
quietly.
            “Hey, wake up Tae…” Tae’s eyes slowly fluttered open, clearly
surprised that he had fallen asleep. His eyes stayed in a haze of confusion as
he tried to figure out why only he and Yoongi were left alone in Namjoon’s big
bed.
            “Where is..”
            “Shh…we don’t have time. The three of them are showering,” Yoongi
whispered, removing his hand from Tae’s face. Their warm legs were still
wrapped together and Yoongi found it so comforting that he didn’t dare remove
them.
            “Where have they been keeping you locked up? I searched all the
rooms in the penthouse but I couldn’t find you,” Yoongi asked as quietly as he
could, still worried that he might be heard on camera somehow. Tae’s big eyes
blinked before he replied.
            “They have me in the basement of the building. You can only get
down there through the golden elevators, which are guarded by Freddy.” Yoongi
remember when he first arrived at the house, Jungkook and Jin met him down in
the basement. He didn’t remember ever traveling there because he was passed out
every time they brought him in and out. First time from pain, and the second
time because Jin had used chloroform on him.
            “Listen, I heard Jungkook and Jimin arguing yesterday afternoon. I
don’t know the entire story but what I did get from it is that Jungkook’s
mother found him in the market last time he went out and she wants him to run
away. Jungkook wants Jimin to leave with him but he’s scared. He was supposed
to leave last night but I’m guessing since Namjoon ordered all of us here, he
didn’t have a chance to.”
 
            Yoongi watched as Tae’s bruised faced took in the information that
Yoongi was spewing at him suddenly. He could see that his mind was racing as he
tried to collect his thoughts.
            “Do you think he’s going to do it tonight?” Tae whispered, his
large eyes growing in concern. Yoongi could tell he knew exactly what it meant
if Jungkook ran away. He had already seen it happen once before. Yoongi just
shook his head in response.
            “I don’t know, I don’t know what his plan is but we have to be
prepared. If he does leave, maybe we could go with him?” Yoongi offered.
            “That’s means we would have to trust him and I’m not sure if I do,”
Tae said looking over his shoulder at his cuffed wrist. “And besides, I’ve been
locked up downstairs and I’m not sure if this master key we have will work on
these cuffs or the cage down there,” Tae said.
            Cage. Yoongi heart sank as he realized that he was right. Tae was
locked in a cage down in that room. Confined like a wild animal, cold and
alone. His blood started to heat up just a tad as he imagine him down there for
hours on end, just locked up in a box.
            “I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispered out, averting his gaze down to the
silk sheets. The guilt of what he had done to Tae was all flooding back now.
Tae reached out his free hand and tilted Yoongi’s chin up to look at him.
            “Sorry for what?” He said, forcing him to look straight into his
calm eyes.
            “Sorry for making you go through all of this. It was my fault; I
was the one who wanted to go upstairs that night. I should have taken the
fall,” Yoongi said looking back down to the silk sheets.
            “Hey, stop that. Don’t feel sorry for me. If it wasn’t for you I
wouldn’t even have a chance of getting out of this place and that’s worse than
any cage or beating any day,” Tae whispered, looking straight into Yoongi’s
gaze. All Yoongi could do was nod in return as he felt the unfamiliar feeling
of prickly tears build behind his eyes again. He had never been as emotional as
he had been that past few days and it was extremely concerning to him. He
thought it must be related to all the added stress he had been going through.
            As Yoongi heard the shower water turn off, he quickly started to
panic as their moment alone came to a close. There was so much that they needed
to talk about and yet they didn’t have the time to do it. All Yoongi could
think to say before Namjoon stepped out of the doorway was just three simple
words.
            “I’ll find you.”
 
            Namjoon walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a thick white towel.
Jungkook and Jimin both strolled out behind him, Jungkook drying his hair in a
second towel and Jimin applying lotion to his chiseled chest. Yoongi observed
as the tall blond man made his way over to the nightstand next to Tae and
retrieved a small silver key. In one swift motion he un-cuffed Taehyung’s sore
wrist and stood before both of them.
            “You’re turn boys, go shower and be quick about it. We have many
things to do before tonight and I have multiple teams I need to go meet with.”
 
            Yoongi was quite puzzled with the order given to them. They both
hopped out of the comfort of the silk sheets and Yoongi quickly crossed his
arms over his small chest so that the key was hidden deep under his slim bicep.
The cold morning air whipped around their naked bodies, making them shivers as
they entered the grand master bathroom. Steam was still lingering in the air
and on the mirrors as they walked towards the shower door together. As odd as
it was to shower in such close quarters with another man, Yoongi was actually
quite happy to get another moment of privacy with Taehyung. Once they both were
securely in the shower and the hot water was starting to flow over them from
the three different showerheads, Yoongi held the plastic key out in his palm,
questioning what to do with it.
            “How did you hide this?” he asked, clearly confused. Taehyung was
naked upon their arrival last night and Yoongi couldn’t remember his fists
being balled up behind his back. With a childish grin that quickly disappeared
due to the pain in his jaw, Tae pointed to his mouth with his long smooth
finger. Yoongi let a little smile slip past his lips as he realized that
Taeyhung was yet again, a genius. Slipping the tiny plastic key in between his
cheek and his teeth, Yoongi continued to shower, lathering his body with suds
and shampooing his course blond hair.
            “I don’t think I got to tell you how great you look as a blond,”
Tae joked as he reached for the body wash on the wall. Yoongi rolled his eyes
playfully while he put up his middle finger for Tae to see.
            “Rude, I was only complementing you,” Tae replied with a grin.
Again Yoongi noticed the grin flash across his face and was gone just as fast
as Tae winced in pain.
            “Are you okay?” Yoongi asked, alarmed. He watched as Tae tried to
reach his arms up to lather his head but the pain in his body wouldn’t allow
him to.
            “Here, let me help,” Yoongi said quickly as he carefully laid
Taehyung’s arms back down to his sides and went to collect more shampoo from
the bottle. Once he thought he had enough he went to lather Tae’s hair and
worked the shampoo until it was soapy with bubbles. Yoongi noticed that Tae’s
brown hair was very soft under his fingertips. He thought it complemented his
light tanned skinned very well. As he worked the suds more he couldn’t help but
noticed all the deep purple bruising on his abdomen and thighs and he instantly
felt guilty again. Taking it upon himself to help Tae shower, Yoongi went to
put some body wash into his hands and lathered it up first before reaching out
to Tae’s torso.
            “You don’t have to, I can do it myself,” Tae stated in a calm tone.
            “No, I want to help,” Yoongi responded as he ran his hands
carefully over Taehyung’s firm shoulders and down his chest. He made sure to
carefully run his hands over the bruises, moving slower when he heard Tae wince
out loud. He couldn’t believe he was actually helping another man shower,
running his hands over his body but this wasn’t like that. He truly started to
care for Tae as a friend. They only had each other in this house and they
relied on one another to survive, to make it out alive. That kind of bond would
make anyone do anything for another person and Yoongi was no exception. He
enjoyed the hot water spraying over his back, washing away dried up cum and
sweat from the night before. Yoongi blushed a bit; remembering how Tae had
sucked him dry under Namjoon’s orders. He could feel the slight soreness in his
backside from where Namjoon entered him last night. His stomach turned a bit
sour at the memory of being taken by their Master. He tried to remind himself
that everyone was going through the same thing he was, yet it still didn’t make
him feel any less dirty and angry about it. His mind was brought out of its
reverie as he heard Tae gasp in pain in front of him, trying to wash his own
neck.
            “Turn around,” Yoongi whispered, still feeling the plastic key
logged in his mouth. Tae followed accordingly and turned his back toward him.
Yoongi grabbed more body wash and ran the liquid smoothly over his back,
feeling all the ridges and muscles contract as Tae tried to even out his pained
breathing.
            “I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispered again, feeling the shame and guilt
wash over him.
            “Don’t be.”
 
            A few minutes later Namjoon’s voice yelled out through the bathroom
walls.
            “Hurry up boys,” he said, starting to sound irritated.
 
            By that time Yoongi already helped Tae rise off and was just
finishing washing himself too.
            “Yes Master,” Tae called out to him. They quickly turned off the
shower before heading out of the comfort of their private shower. Yoongi helped
wrap a towel around Tae’s waist before doing the same on his own. Before
exiting the bathroom Tae went over to the sink where he found a cup full of
toothbrushes, each labeled with their names on the handle.
            “We have our own tooth brushes here?”
            “Yes, Namjoon keeps extra clothes for us as well just incase we
need them. We all practically wear the same size, except for Jimin, he has
larger thigh’s than the rest of us,” Tae answered while putting toothpaste of
both of their brushes. Droplets of water were splashing down into his eyes from
his wet hair and Yoongi had to look away. When the heat rose to his cheeks he
was quite puzzled as to the reason.
            As Yoongi stood in front of the bathroom sink, he wiped away
condensation from the mirror, revealing his also wet blond hair. It still
shocked him to see his hair so bright after years of having only black hair. He
almost looked like a different person.
            I feel like a different person too, he thought.
 
            His eyes wandered to the items around the sink as they continued to
brush their teeth. Yoongi glanced down to see a shaving kit, still plugged into
a socket, an electric tooth brush which was obviously for Namjoon, and some
small plastic bottles with pills inside of them. As he read them closer he
noticed one was label Capecitabine, and the other was Prozac. Yoongi didn’t
recognize the first bottle but he did know Prozac. When he was younger his
mother took him to a physciatrist that had deemed him depressed and gave Yoongi
pills to help with his unhappiness. He didn’t stay on them long because they
made him feel funny but he did remembered them making his mind wander away from
the problems at home for a bit.
            What could he possibly be depressed about? Yoongi thought.
 
           
 
            Tae and Yoongi made their way back out into the bedroom space and
saw that all three of the remaining men were dressed in a casual uniform of
black pants and a white short-sleeved polo. One outfit was laid out on the bed
and Yoongi could only assume it was for him only.
            “Suga, your uniform is over there. Hoseok and Jin just got back to
the house and I’m going up to the dorm to go see them. There is an party
organizer already downstairs on the first floor. You boys go meet her and just
do whatever she wants you to do.” Namjoon said while watching the group. Though
he called Yoongi Suga, he didn’t say it in an abrasive tone as he had in the
past. It almost sounded as if Suga was a friendly nickname but Yoongi still
despised it.
            Namjoon threw an old Tee shirt and sweat pants at Taehyung to put
on and excused the group once everyone was dressed. Tae was obviously not
allowed to follow though. He stayed behind in the suite as the three boys left.
Yoongi peered over his shoulder one last time before exiting. He watched Tae
nod his head firmly in his direction before disappearing out into the hallway.
 
            Once down on the first floor, the three boys found the party
planner directing various people around the big grand ballroom. There must have
been over 100 people working in various areas of the room helping to get the
party under way by that evening. The lady with the tightly knotted black bun
never introduced her name to them. She simply gave out orders to them as if
they were just another one of Namjoon's hired men. Maybe she didn't know the
difference, Yoongi thought to himself. They were dressed pretty similar to the
hired workers. Yoongi, JImin and Jungkook sported plain black pants and white
polo t-shirts. The staff members hired by the party planner were also wearing
black pants, but their bottoms were paried with a black t-shirt intead of
white. From a quick glance, Yoongi was sure that no one could tell the
difference between the slaves and the workers, both worked for the same man,
but in completely different ways.
            The three of them were eventaually assigned to help decorate the
pool area, which apparently would also sport a DJ. The main floors that would
be utilized that night were the ballroom, the pool, the movie theather would be
playing a scary movie for whoever wanted to watch, and the roof top. Every room
except for the movie theather would have their own DJ playing music and lights
were strung up to create a dance club enviroment. Even though the threat of
Jungkook running away was still a factor in Yoongi's mind, you wouldn't suspect
it listening to him. Jungkook went on and on about how excited he was to both
them, a child like wonder in his eyes.
                        "Hyung, I wish you both could come too!" he exclaimed
as they helped put up decoractions around the pool. They worked along side the
other workers all day until around 5pm when most of the work was finished and
the party planner called all the workers to wrap up so that the DJ could start
their set ups. Yoongi traveled up to the dorm room with the two boys,
exhauseted and sore from the night before and the intensive labor of the rushed
Halloween party.
            "Why did he even move the party up?" Jimin asked to no one
inperticular.
            "No idea. I thought it was odd too seeing as how Halloween isn't
until another 2 weeks away...maybe something came up," Jungkook said in
response. Yoongi just shrugged as the three of them walked towards the bedroom
door. Instantly they all could hear sniffling before the the door was even
propped open, causing jimin to swing open the door more aggresily than he
usually would. Inside they found Hoseok curled up with Jin hugging him from
behind on his bed. Jin was petting his hair soothingly while rocking him back
and forth slowly. Hoseok’s cheeks were wet with tears as he cried in Jin’s
embrace. It was clear to Yoongi as he locked gazes with Jin’s blood shot eyes
that he had also been crying too. Hoseok didn't even look up as the three of
them gathered around his bed.
            "Hyung what happened?" Jungkook asked, concern flooding his tone.
He ran to Hoseok's side, rubing his back for comfort. Hoseok turned to look at
him but his heaving didn't allow him to respond to the youngest. He just turned
his head back into Jin's chest as Jin cooed and shushed him.
            "Jin Hyung, say something!" JImin interjected now clearly axnious
and needing answers from them. The silence lingered a bit longer before Jin's
voice filled the void. His voice was raspy, clearly pushing tears back.
            "Something terrible happened to Hoseok's mother," he said while
continuing to rock the younger fraile boy in his arms. "She was hit by a car
and didn't make it," he responded softly and Yoongi could feel all the hearts
in the room break all at once for Hoseok. Even Yoongi had a flash back to his
own mother who he already missed tremendously. His chest tightened; just the
thought of possibly losing her killed him instantly. He couldn’t image having
to find out from Namjoon that he own mother had passed away while he was living
in this house. He thought back to Namjoon's phone call from that morning and
figured that it must be the same person he was talking about. Yoongi thought
back to when Hoseok told him the sotry of how he came to live in the penthouse.
He had said his mother was sick and had gotten fired from her job. She wasn’t
able to pay for her medical treatment or their rent so Hoseok went to find a
job in the market where Jin happened to come across him. Namjoon promised
Hoseok that if he came to live there as a slave he would take care of his
mother and younger brother for him. Hoseok didn'tdeserve this. He had made the
ultimate sacrifice for his family's well being and it didn't even matter
because fate had other plans. Yoongi couldn’t do anything but stare at the
broken boy still crying in Jin's arms. His cries had subsided more to siffles
now, but the group couldn’t of known how long he had been in that state. Since
the morning? It was now evening and the sun had gone down already. Yoong
noticed a small piece of paper in Hoseok’s hand now. On further review he could
see he was looking at the back of a wallet sized picture. He watched as
Jungkook also took notice of the small picture in Hoseok's shaking hands.
Kookie reached over and clasped his tiny hand over the item and slowly pulled
it out of Hoseok's grip. It slipped out of his hands easily as he gave Jungkook
full acess to view the picture. Kookie pulled the picture into view and Yoongi
looked over the younger boy's shoulder to view it as well. Inside was a picture
of a family of three. A mother who had a very similar facial structure to
Yoongi's own mom but her hair was shorter. She had a very warm smile that
reached her eyes, just like Hoseok. In her arms he could see a small baby boy
who was giggling, maybe because the photographer was making him laugh. Standing
next to them was an older boy, couldn’t have been older than four years old.
Yoongi could recognize that face anywhere. A miniature Hoseok was clinging to
his mothers dress as he smiled widely for the camera. He observed his awkward
face as he tried to over exert his grin. Yoongi glanced over to Jungkook who
was still holding the tiny picture in his fingers. His face was blank and he
noticed a rosy pink color fill into his cheeks. He looked nervous as he bit his
lip, staring hard at the woman in the picture. A single tear escaped the corner
of his eye and the group watched as it splashed down onto Jungkook's shirt.
 
            "What was her name, Hopie," Jungkook asked while sternly looking at
the picture in his hands. Yoongi assumed he was feeling empthy for Hoseok, just
like Jin was. The blond boy turned to glance up at Jimin's face and noticed his
eyes were starting to tear up as well. They all stared at Jungkook's flushed
face, observing the emotion creep onto his expression. Hoseok sniflfled a few
more times in Jin's arms as he tried to spill out his mother's name.
            "Her name was So... Soonhee," He stuttered out through chokes of
tears. Jungkook's eyes never left the small piece of paper. The bright color of
red started to fill his face as soon as Hopie spoke her name. WIth no warning
at all Jungkook's single tear suddenly became a waterfull as his eyes exploded
with moisture. He wasn't loudly sobing like Hoseok but he was crying just as
much. Yoongi watched as the picture elegantly fell from his pale hand and
glided to the foor, stopping halfway between Jimin and Kookie's feet.
Jungkook's hands shot up to cover both his eyes as his back started to moved up
and down in heaves.
            "Jungkookah, are you okay?" Jimin said with fear as he ran to hold
the younger boy in his arms. Jungkook continued to shake as Jimin patted and
rubbed his back. Yoongi could tell he felt a bit guitly from his facial
expresions. The group was supposed to he comforting Hoseok in his time of need,
yet all eyes were on Kookie. Yoongi bit his lip as he watched the scene before
him unfold. He wanted to say something to show his sympathy, anything, but
nothing came to mind. He just continued to watch the four boys in front of him.
 
            When Jungkook's crying did not let up, Jimin tried again to calm
the maknae down.
            "What's wrong Jungkook? " Jimin asked, clearly just as puzzeled as
everyone else as to why the youngest was crying so hard. It was a hard
situation for anyone to see them lose their mother, but to Yoongi it almost
seemed as if Kookie knew this woman just as well as Hoseok did.
            "She...she took care of me," The maknae sniffled into Jimin's
chest. Jimin was still rubbing circles on his back when Hoseok sat up on the
bed.
            "Wh...what?" He said surprised. Jungkook removed his head from
Jimin's body and turned around to look at Hoseok on the bed. Hoseok’s blood
shot eyes were thinning as he waiting for Jungkook to repeat himself clearly.
            "She was the lady that worked for my previous owners..."
 
            Yoongi practally stood in shock and confussion as he took in what
Kookie has just announced to the room. He thought back to back to when the
maknae had told him the story of how he accidently caught his previous owners
kitchen on fire and the lady he called Eomma Soonhee had taken the fall for him
and saved him from their owner’s wrath.
 
            "They came home and beat her until she couldn't walk. They then
banished her from working there…”
 
            Yoongi now saw the coorilation. Hoseok's mother was the same woman
who had taken care of Jungkook at a young age. Taught him everything he knew,
as if it were his own mother. Hoseok was intensly staring at Jungkook now, his
sniffling subsided slightly. He wasn't looking at him with the same saddness as
he had previously. The friendly Hopie long gone from his eyes, replaced with a
sinister one who had no sypathy left for anyone else in the world.
            "You lived in the house where she worked?" Hoseok said, his lips
thinner than before and he gazed locked upon Jungkook. Jimin held on to Kookie
protectively from Hoseok's aggressive advances.
            "Yes," Kookie answered in a quiet voice, eyeing Hoseok cautiously.
            "So you're the reason she got fired," Hoseok said in the
dangerously low tone. Jungkook didn't reply this time, he just hung his head
low and continued to sniffle. Hoseok didnt stop there. Yoongi could see the
anger in his eyes as the reality of what Jungkook had done sunk in.
            "You're the reason she almost got beaten to death. You're the
reason she wasn't able to pay our rent or afford the medication she needed when
she got sick! You're the reason I even had to come live here! You don't desere
to cry over her! You did this!" Hoseok screamed at the maknae, towering over
him now.
            "Hyung, stop," Jimin tried to intervene between the two boys but it
was no use, Hoseok was seeing flames. Grief and anger of the loss of his mother
was turning him into someone nobody recognized and Yoongi saw fear flash on all
the boy's faces.
           "I'm sorry Ho.." Kookie tried to say but he was quicky cut off by
Hoseok's booming voice.
            "Sorry doesn't bring her back! You...can't bring her back..."
Hoseok said, his throat giving out at the end and fresh tears filled up his
eyes. He sat back down on the bed, looking at the ground in sadness and letting
his emotions over take him once more. He threw his arm over his eyes and cried
into his forearm, forgetting the original argument at hand. Jungkook just
looked down at the black haired boy and was at a loss for words. Yoongi could
tell he felt remorseful for what had happened, maybe even felt responisble but
he didnt want to say that to the grieving boy below him.
            "I'm sorry hyung," he said again while placing his hand on Hoseok
shoulder. Just as quickly Hoseok flung Kookie's hand off his shoulder, glaring
up at his face.
            "Don't you ever touch me," Hoseok spat. "I don't ever want to speak
to you agian," he said, holding his ice-cold gaze to Kookie's. He turned back
to lay down on his bed next to Jin, curling into a ball and letting the silent
tear fall once more. Jungkook's face was crushed. Yoongi could tell that losing
someone he cared about was weighing on him but having Hoseok also disown him
was equally as painful. Jungkook ran out of the dorm room, Jimin close at his
heels. When the door closed on them Yoongi looked back at the two boys still on
the bed. Jin’s tears had dried up by now and he was glaring up at Yoongi, his
hand retaking it’s role to comfort hoseok again.
            "Leave," JIn said in a cold tone. It wasn't a request but it pissed
Yoongi off more that Jin was making him to leave the room. With one last glare
at JIn, and one last glace at Hoseok, Yoongi made his way out of the dorm rooms
and into the common space.
           
            Around 7pm Namjoon came up to escort Jungkook down the Halloween
party but he was puzzled to find Kookie sitting in the living room still in his
uniform. His eyes were red from crying and Jimin was caressing his arm. Yoongi
had decided to sit with them in the living room and for the most part he sat
silently as Jungkook told Jimin the entire story about what had happened to
Hoseok’s mother, Soonhee. He explained how she took care of him, teaching him
everything he knew while she was working for Jungkook’s previous owners. Yoongi
could see that Namjoon was dressed in a vampire’s outfit when he came towards
them. Fake but almost believable blood poured from the sides of his mouth and
two porcelain but very convincing pointed teeth sprang from his K-9s.
            “Jungkook…why aren’t you dressed?” he said in a flat voice towards
the maknae. Jungkook looked up at him with his blood shot eyes.
            “I’m sorry master, I’m just not feeling up to it,” Kookie’s frail
voice choked out, hoarse from crying the past few hours.
            “Ah, really? I’m surprised; you’ve been wanting to go to this for
many years,” Namjoon said, eyeing him suspiciously. “I won’t force you to go
but since today was brought upon by bad news, I decided to lift everyone’s
spirits a bit. I decided to let you all go to the party tonight…if you chose to
do so.”
            Yoongi’s ears perked up at Namjoon’s last sentence. If the entire
penthouse was going to be full of guests coming in and out; maybe this was
their chance. Namjoon walked over to stand in front of Jungkook after he spoke.
He reached his long pale fingers out and intertwined them into the younger
boy’s hair, gazing down at his innocent face.
            “I’m going to have one of my men bring up your extra costumes. Do
not speak to any of the guests tonight and be back in the dorms by midnight,
araso?”Namjoon said as he pulled his hand down from Kookie’s hair.
            “Ne, Master,” Yoongi and Jimin said unison as Jungkook sat silent.
As much as Yoongi was not up for attending a party of any sort, he couldn’t
deny that his might be Tae and his golden opportunity. Namjoon started to make
his way back towards the elevator door, each footstep ringing out in the quiet
living room. He pushed the elevator button to go back down stairs, waiting
until the girl spoke out that the elevator had arrived. Before he disappeared
from view, he spoke out one last sentence.
 
            “Oh, and don’t make me regret this tonight…”
 
 
 
***Thanks for reading…sorry for the slow chapter…Comments are appreciated!***
***** "Oh, and don't make me regret this tonight..." *****
Chapter 14: “Oh, and don’t make me regret this tonight…”
 
            Yoongi was buttoning up the last button on his black tux vest. The
costumes that the security guard had dropped off were all the same. They
consisted of black slacks, a white button up long sleeved under shirt, white
gloves, and a black vest to go on top. Honestly Yoongi thought he looked like a
butler but he wasn’t going to be picky at this point. They only thing that
separated the outfit from looking like one of the help was a white mask that
the boys were supposed to put over their faces. It would completely hide their
identities from the party goes in the penthouse. The white mask was also
embellished with a few decorations; some had jewels, others had black feathers,
similar to Mardi Gras masks. The only boy who wasn’t wearing the same costume
was Jungkook, who had opted to wear his phantom of the opera get up that he had
purchase in the market. His mask only covered half of his face and he had a
cape attached to his tux.
            Yoongi didn’t care at all what he was wearing to the party. He had
one thing on his mind, finding Tae and getting out. As they boys were all
putting on their costumes, except for Hoseok who clearly was not in the right
state of mind for a party, Yoongi started to brainstorm on his plan for the
night. Tae had given him the key the night prior so he assumed Tae knew that
his copy of Namjoon’s master key wouldn’t work. Yoongi was going to have to
find the key to the cage first before attempting to find Tae.
            He let out a sigh as he thought of the impossible task before him.
Yoongi had so much on the line if he failed, but he knew this might be their
one shot finally to escape. As he looked over to Jimin and Jungkook sitting in
the living room with him, they continued to wait for Jin who was still missing
from the herd. They sat around patiently, Jungkook toying with his outfit to
make sure it was perfect. Yoongi’s palms were sweaty underneath the white
gloves. He knew he couldn’t mess anything up tonight but he didn’t know how
easy or hard it would be so slip away.
           
            “Let’s go boys,” Jin’s voice rang loud as he made his way across
the room in an identical outfit to Yoongi and Jimin. The three boys waiting on
the couch all stood up together and started to walk towards the elevator. They
all piled one by one into the mirror-covered room that would take them
downstairs. Silently they rode down, faces all covered by masks so that Yoongi
could not read anyone’s expression. When they had almost reached the first
floor, Yoongi could already hear the music blasting from the large room filled
with party guests and DJ music. Jin quickly turned to the group inside the
elevator before he spoke.
            “As Master Namjoon said, do not talk to any of the guests. You must
be back in the dorms by midnight,” Jin said while sternly looking at the three
of them. He went to place the mask back down on his face but stopped as he
remembered one last thing to mention.
            “Oh, and don’t do anything stupid tonight,” he said through gritted
teeth. The elevator chimed out that they had arrived the first floor and the
doors slide open. Jin placed the mask back down over his face and proceeded to
walk out of the elevator towards the golden encrusted doors that lead to the
gala. Yoongi waited for Jimin and Jungkook to start walking forward as well
before he followed behind them. When they boys had made their way inside his
eyes were met with a large mob of bodies filling the room. Different variations
of costumes could be seen throughout the space. Anything from witches, to sexy
ladybugs, and even someone dressed in a head to toe bear suit. Yoongi had never
been to such a large Halloween party, let a alone a normal party of this
magnitude. He could only image how many more people were on the pool level and
roof top deck. The bodies next to the dance floor were moving to the rhythm of
the music while the rest of the room chatted amongst themselves loudly. Yoongi
over heard a lady next to him speak to her friend about how this year’s party
was already better than last years. She raved about how someone named ‘K.N.’
really out did himself this year. Yoongi wondered if she was talking about
Namjoon, or if she was referring to someone else.
            Yoongi noticed Jungkook and Jimin had made their way over to the
punch bowel next to a long table full of drinks and snacks. Jin was had already
disappeared into the crowd and could not be found. Yoongi took this opportunity
to make his quiet exit back up stairs. He walked back out to the silver
elevators. Freddy was still standing in front of the golden elevators but as
Yoongi pushed the button a man dressed in nice tuxedo outfit with an earpiece
attached came to ask him which floor he would like to visit. He also noticed
Freddy was dressed in the same outfit. He assumed Namjoon had them dress up to
make his guests feel more comfortable. Instead of security guards, the looked
more like doormen tonight. The man asked again which floor Yoongi wanted to
visit. Taken back, Yoongi stared at the man who he had not noticed on the way
out a moment prior.
            “Um…the pool?” Yoongi managed to choke out nervously. He watched as
the security guard walked inside the elevator and pushed the 4th floor for him
before stepping back out and gesturing for him to step inside the elevators.
            “Enjoy the rest of your night,” the security guard said to Yoongi
before proceeding to step back in side the familiar chamber. He must think I’m
a guest, he thought. Yoongi had not seen him before. He was bald and had dingy
yellow teeth and Yoongi did not feel comfortable looking at him too long.
            “Thank you,” he responded to the man before the elevator doors
closed on him. Once inside the safety of the empty space, Yoongi pushed the 6th
floor button as well. He knew long before he went down with the other slaves
that the only way he would be able to get around tonight was to grab the
monitor from Tae’s nightstand. He needed to make sure he was safe as he
navigated all the floors.
            “4TH Floor,” the elevator chimed as the doors swung open. Loud
music came pouring into Yoongi’s ears as he took in the brief sight of the
pool. It was dim, only lit by party lights and lasers that were bouncing off
the walls and the pool. The lights in the pool water had been changed to a
scary red color, making the water look more like blood but Yoongi couldn’t deny
it was very fitting for the theme tonight. Just as the elevator doors went to
close a very drunk girl in a tutu stumbled in, followed by a man dressed as a
banana.
            “Hey…how do we get to the roof?” she slurred in Yoongi’s direction,
pointing a drunken finger to the ceiling to symbolize that she wanted to go up.
Yoongi nerves started to go off. “Do not speak to any of the guests tonight…”
Yoongi heard Namjoon’s words in his head, repeating like a threat. He stayed
silent, hoping they would try to figure it out on their own.
            “Hey man, we just want to go up to the roof, can you help us out?”
the man who walked in after her said. As the doors closed, Yoongi didn’t know
what to do. Should he just tell them? What if it was a trap set by Namjoon. He
couldn’t put it past him to do something like that.
            “Hellloooooo,” the drunken girl started to yell out, waving her
hand in front of Yoongi’s face.
            “6th floor,” the sexy girl chimed as Yoongi made a split second
decision. As he heard both the people starting to scream again he pushed the
‘R’ button for the roof and left them behind in the elevator. He took in a deep
breath as he heard the elevator close on them. Too close, he thought to
himself. He started to walk over towards the dorm. Once he opened the door he
was met with Hoseok laying on his bed facing away from him. At first he
couldn’t tell if he was awake or not but as Yoongi made his way over to Tae’s
bed he saw that he did in fact have his eyes closed and was breathing lightly.
            “Hoseok?” Yoongi whispered close to his face. When no response came
from the sleeping boy Yoongi thought it was safe enough to proceed. He
carefully reached over to open Tae’s side draw and slowly pulled out the book,
which was hiding the monitor. He cautiously placed the large book on Tae’s bed,
out of sight from Hoseok’s sleeping body. With his shaky hands, Yoongi quickly
removed the monitor from the book and shoved it up into his vest, hiding it
against his abdomen. As he looked down there was a small indent where you could
see the outline of something but Yoongi thought it wouldn’t be that noticeable
to anyone else besides him. A stir behind him made him freeze in his tracks. He
turned his head slightly to face Hoseok. The black haired boy was furrowing his
brows slightly as his mouth whispered something not audible at first. As he
continued to say the word in his sleep, the word became clearer to Yoongi.
            “Eomma…Eomma…”
            Yoongi’s heart broke for the sleeping boy. He wanted to help him,
comfort him, but the truth was Yoongi didn’t know how to do any of those
things. He was terrible with emotional situations, including his own. As he
started to quietly put the empty book away, he vowed to work on being more
supportive. He glanced up at the clock before he left the room. It read 9:00pm,
meaning he had three hours left before Namjoon would make sure they were back
in the dorm. Yoongi scampered out of the dorm and stood in the common area for
a moment. He removed the monitor from his shirt and turned it on. A little
flashing light in the corner of the screen caught his attention first.
            Low battery, shit, he thought to himself. He navigated the familiar
screen to look at Namjoon’s suite. Currently no one was up there so he needed
to move fast. Yoongi wanted to find Namjoon first to see where he was in the
building. He scanned the multiple bodies on the first floor but couldn’t see
any glimpse of him, he checked the pool area and even the roof for signs of him
but after about ten minutes he decided he couldn’t waste anymore time. The
clock was ticking and he still needed to find Tae.          Yoongi shoved the
monitor back up his vest and started to walk towards the elevator. The extra
costume still in its package that was meant for Hoseok caught his eye as he
passed the living room. If I do find Tae, he will need a disguise while we try
to escape, Yoongi thought to himself. He ran over to grab the extra costume and
made his way over to the elevator after. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw
that the elevator was empty upon his arrival. Quickly he removed the plastic
key from the pocket of his pants and inserted it into the keyhole before
pressing the number 7. Upon arrival of the floor adrenaline from fear was
pumping through his veins. Yoongi shakily inserted the plastic key into
Namjoon’s door and maneuvered it to open. Once inside the grand room, Yoongi
closed the door quietly and took a deep breath as he tried to think. Where
would it be, he thought. After pulling down his mask from his face, he ran for
the top platform and started looking in the first place he could think of,
Namjoon’s nightstand. After placing the package on the bed, Yoongi pulled the
top draw open, rummaging through it as swiftly as possible. When he did not
find anything in both nightstands, he shuffled towards Namjoon’s dresser,
hoping to find some keys there. As he searched through the top drawer, Yoongi
saw many different sexy toys, ropes and chains. Namjoon had never used any of
these of him but he did remember seeing them on a few of the other boys. A sour
nervous feeling came upon him as he glanced at the never-ending articles in
front of him. The sickness never ends with him, he thought. Just as he was
going to pull open the second draw, he heard a loud voice coming from towards
the door of the suite. With panic in body, Yoongi quickly shut the top drawer
and dived underneath the king size bed. He tried to hide in the very back
section next to the wall as he heard Namjoon’s voice booming on the other side
of the door. Namjoon sung open the door shortly after and slammed the door
behind him.
 
            “I already moved the party up so that I could make that
appointment! No one in the world will do this treatment but him. Anyone could
be bribed with right amount of money Luis. Make sure he says yes or else!”
 
            Yoongi was shaking underneath the bed. As he felt the monitor press
up against his abdomen, he remembered the extra costume that he had left on top
of the bed.
            Fuck! If Namjoon see’s it I’m screwed, he thought.
 
            “You better try harder than that! I’m seriously loosing my
patience. I have many guests here tonight so do not bother me with anymore
bullshit ok? Bye.”
 
            Yoongi mentally kicked himself for even coming up to the room
tonight. What was he thinking? Just like the night Jin caught them on the roof,
Namjoon was surely going to catch him now, hiding under his bed and he was
going to be done for. Yoongi listened and watched as Namjoon made his way up to
the platform and walked around to the left side nightstand. The costume was
directly next to that particular stand and the bile in his stomach threatened
to come back up.
            Please don’t let him see it, please don’t let him see it, please
don’t let him see it.
            Yoongi heard what sounded like multiple keys plot onto the
nightstand top and Namjoon’s feet started to walk towards the bathroom off to
the left hand side of the room. A little bit of the stress alleviated off his
shoulders as he waited from him to completely disappear into the next room.
Yoongi crawled towards the edge of the opening and when he was sure Namjoon was
busy using the facility he dashed an arm out from underneath the bed and
reached up to grab the package. Once he felt the plastic package hit his
fingertips, he pulled it back underneath with him and hid back in the safety of
the large bed. He clutched it so tight against him that is knuckles must have
turned white. As Yoongi heard Namjoon make his way back into the room, he
watched as his footsteps walked over to his long dresser where Yoongi saw the
multiple sex toys. He was curious as to what the tall blond man was doing here
during his party. He was no longer talking on the phone, and he didn’t seem to
be changing out of his costume. Yoongi decided to pull the monitor out from
under his vest and open of a camera in Namjoon’s room. After turning on the
screen, the flashing symbol in the corner reminded him that the monitor was
indeed dying and he didn’t have much battery life on it. Yoongi found a camera
he could see Namjoon in and zoomed into him fiddling with something next to his
dresser. It was a black device, and Namjoon seemed to be putting pieces of it
together in his hands. Yoongi could see his long cape from his vampire costume
flowing behind him as he worked to put the device together. A minute later
Yoongi watched as Namjoon turned around with the black device now together in
his hand. There was no doubt in his mind what he was holding…it was gun.
Yoongi’s heart began to pound out of his chest. He’s going to kill someone, he
thought. He watched Namjoon place the polished gun in the back of his pocket
before his phone started to ring again.
            “Hello…make sure you secure the front door…tell Skip to watch the
back entrance…got it?”
 
            Yoongi didn’t know what to make of all this talk. Was someone
trying to escape already? Or was Namjoon trying to keep someone out? Yoongi
didn’t know but whatever it was sounded intense. He watched the little screen,
watching Namjoon scamper around a little bit more before finally making his way
back over to the suite doors and exiting the room. Yoongi quickly pulled up the
monitor outside of Namjoon’s hallway to make sure he was really leaving. He
watched Namjoon pushed the button to call the elevator. He waited underneath
the big bed until he watched Namjoon enter the elevator and disappeared from
view. Quickly he made his way out and stood up once more in the empty suite
alone. He remembered that Namjoon had dropped of something that sounded like
keys on top of the knight stand. When he looked up towards it he did indeed
find keys. A metal hoop sported about 6 or 7 keys on a ring about the size of
his thin wrist. Without hesitation Yoongi grabbed the ring of keys and shoved
them into his pocket.
            He made his way out of the suite and towards the elevator, feeling
his heart still rapidly beating. He checked the monitor and found the camera
that looked into the inside of the elevator to see where it was and who was in
it. Currently there was no one on it and it was sitting on the roof deck floor,
waiting for passengers. As Yoongi pushed the button to call the elevator, he
prayed secretly that no one else would enter before he got on. As he shoved the
monitor back into his vest, he realized his wish came true when the doors
opened and there was not a soul was in sight.
            Hold on Tae.
            Yoongi pushed the button to go down to the first floor, clutching
the package tight to his chest. He pushed the mask back down over his face and
prepared his next move in his head. The elevator was uninterrupted all the way
down and he listened to the loud music pour into the elevator as he stepped out
onto the first floor again.
            “Hello sir, going to the ballroom or going down?” The bald security
guard asked him. Yoongi nerves were pinging off like fireworks. He swallowed;
trying to collect some sort of moisture in his dry throat but there was none.
            “Sir?” the guard questioned again. Yoongi could now see Freddy, the
other security guard taking interest in him as well.
            “Down please,” Yoongi managed to say. He was so nervous that he
couldn’t think straight. Beads of sweat pooled around underneath his mask,
making their way down to his neck. Would they buy it? Do they know he’s a
slave? So many questions flooded his mind but were put to rest when the guard
responded.
            “Gladly, Freddy, down please,” the bald man said to Freddy. Yoongi
carefully strolled over to the golden elevator. He had never even seen it open
before and yet he was going to ride in it for the first time. The keys in his
pocket burned as if there was hot fire in his pants. He had too many things on
him that could end his life and he had to be cautious not to bring attention to
himself. He watched as Freddy called the elevator up and shortly the golden
doors slid open. Yoongi glanced at Freddy, waiting for the go ahead to step in.
He watched Freddy reached in briefly, just as the bald man had done and pressed
the button needed. Once he was done he again gestured for Yoongi to step
inside.
            “All set, have a great night sir,” Freddy said, holding the
elevator open. Yoongi quickly thanked him and headed into the elevator, still
clutching the package. The inside was a bit different than the one in Namjoon’s
personal suite. There weren’t any mirrors in this one, but there was a
beautiful design decorated with what looked like real gold flakes on the strips
of stripped wallpaper. There was crown molding on the ceiling and gorgeous
white marble presented on the floor. Yoongi looked to the numbers in the
elevator. They were numbered 1-30, 30 being the floor that Yoongi was on. He
hadn’t thought about it before but they were at the very top of a very tall
building. He never stopped to think about how many floors lay below Namjoon’s
suite. As the doors started to close, Yoongi noticed Freddy observing him. He
kept his eyes on him until the doors finally shut for good. Freddy had pushed
the button that was numbered as 1 on this list of floors. Yoongi also noticed a
floor that said ‘B’ underneath the 1st floor. He assumed it stood for basement.
He also saw a similar keyhole just like in their elevator where a key could be
inserted. That must be it,he thought to himself. Quickly Yoongi pulled out his
plastic copy of Namjoon’s master key an inserted it into the hole. Turning the
key in the slot, he moved his sweaty gloved fingers to the button with the B
and watched it light up. He breathed out, knowing he had solved one problem for
now. He continued to ride in the elevator down to the 1st floor first since
Freddy had already pushed the button. When the elevator reached the 1st floor,
there was no sexy girl to notify him of his arrival, there was just a simple
ding sound before the doors elegantly opened on their own. Outside the door was
yet another security guard waiting for him.
            “Good evening sir, leaving for the night?” he asked, as Yoongi
stood frozen in the elevator. He had to come up with something and he had to do
it quick.
            “Uh…I forgot my jacket, I’ll just go back up and get it,” Yoongi
said, pretending to push the button to go back up stairs.
            “Okay, no problem sir, it’s the 30th floor,” the man in a fancy
suit called to him as the doors continued to close once more. Little did he
know that Yoongi had already pushed the button to go down to the basement; not
the 30th floor. As he travelled down to the bottom floor he tried to catch his
breath. He had dodged more than a few bullets trying to get to Taehyung and he
was on the verge of having a mini panic attack.
            Almost there Tae.
            As the doors opened to the basement, Yoongi was met with a dark
damp looking hallway. A few lights dimly lit it but he could still hardly see
in front of his nose. As he stepped out the light from the elevator disappeared
when the doors closed, leaving him in even more pitch-blackness. Yoongi walked
forward removing the mask from his face. He clutched the extra costume package
to his chest, holding it tightly as if his life depended on it. He wasn’t
necessarily scared of the dark but he was scared of running out of time. The
guards could have seen that he went to the basement instead of the 30th floor
and they could be looking for him at this very moment. He had to hurry.
            Yoongi willed his feet to move faster down he long dark corridor.
He thought he wasn’t getting any closer until he found an opening to his right
that presented him with another long dark hallway. Now in more of a panic of
getting lost, Yoongi moved his feet faster running to the end of this corridor.
            “Tae,” he whispered out loud, hoping to hear a response. As he got
to the end of this hallway he saw another opening to his left and now felt he
was going in circles with no exit.
            “Tae!” Yoongi called out again. He noticed unlike the other
corridors, this one had multiple side hallways attached to it. He peered down
the first hallway, which opened up into an empty room with nothing in it.
            “Taehyung where are you?” Yoongi called out louder. He feared he
wouldn’t find Tae in this maze in time. He peered down the next opening and was
met with another hallway, which he decided not to travel down at this moment.
His emotions were running high and he didn’t know which way to go. Moving to
the next opening he was met with another empty room. He followed this pattern
until got to the end of that corridor and found nothing but empty rooms yet
again. He backtracked to the opening with the hallway that he decided to skip a
few moments ago. In the right hand side of the hallway opening, Yoongi noticed
a number there that he had not seen before. The number 3 was carved into the
concrete wall and he tried to make sense of it. Proceeding down the now 3rd
hallway since he exited the elevator passageway, he made it to the end where
yet again another dark hallway appeared on the right side. Before Yoongi walked
through the new hallway he saw again a number carved into the right side of the
entrance. A clear number 4 was stationed at eye level. Okay, they’re numbered,
he thought to himself. At least I won’t get lost.
           “Tae!” He called out again as he walked into the 4th hallway.
Similar to the 2nd hallway, this one had multiple doorways running down it.
Yoongi poked his head into the first one; again he found an empty room. The
next few were just more empty rooms and the only exit was directly across from
the opening he had come through. Unlike what he expected the number to the
right side this time wasn’t number 5, it was the word ‘chamber’. Yoongi knew,
this had to be it. He ran down the dark hallway as fast as his feet could carry
him and didn’t stop until he was in the center of the room at the end. He found
himself in a slightly brighter room than before, but it was all too familiar.
The large chair with straps lay in the middle of the floor as before and beyond
the chair Yoongi finally laid eyes o him.
            “Tae!” he exclaimed as he rushed forward towards him. The large
cage was a dark metal color and was about 4 feet shy of reaching the ceiling.
It looked to be no larger than about 6 feet by 4 feet wide and had no blankets
or pillows inside. Tae’s frame was lying down on the cold concrete floor of the
cage. He immediately rolled over to see who had called his name.
            “Tae…” Yoongi said, most of his breathe gone now. He couldn’t
believe Namjoon could really leave someone down here, cold, alone, in this dark
scary place. It just...it just wasn’t right.
            “Are you ok?” Yoongi asked as he placed his hands on the cold metal
bars. Tae looked to be shivering but manage to crack a smile.
            “I’m fine, don’t worry about me. What are you doing down here?” he
asked quietly. His big brown eyes scanned Yoongi’s sweat filled face in
concern.
            “I’m getting you out of here,” Yoongi said. Tae’s face dropped as
he heard those words.
            “The key won’t work, I’ve already tried it, that’s why I gave it to
you,” Taehyung said while looking down at the built in lock that lay in-between
the two boys. Yoongi also observed the lock on the cage now as well. He
suddenly remembered the ring of keys in his pocket that he had stolen from
Namjoon’s suite and reached into his pocket to pull it out.
            “Maybe one of these will work?” Yoongi said while holding up the
ring. He watched as Tae’s face immediately lit up with hope.
            “Where did you get those?” Taehyung asked with curiosity.
            “Namjoon’s room,” Yoongi replied, “We don’t have much time, the
Halloween party is going on and because of Hoseok’s mom Namjoon let everyone
attend the party.”
            “What happened to Hoseok’s mom?” Tae question confused. It was then
Yoongi realized he had forgotten that Tae was not there to hear of Hoseok’s
mother’s death or anything else about how Namjoon had let them all attend the
party.
            “I’ll explain everything later, right now we need to see if one of
these keys works,” Yoongi stated frantic. He ripped of the white gloves and
pulled out the first black key, sticking it into the keyhole and turning it.
With no luck he moved on to the next key, it was smaller and silver in color
and his sweaty fingers were starting to increase in moisture. The second key
also did not work. With only four more to go, Yoongi started to pray that one
of them would work, or else this was all for nothing. Yoongi could feel Tae’s
anxious face watching him as he tried the next three keys all with no luck. A
frustrated sigh escaped Yoongi lips has he felt defeated on the fifth key. They
both knew the likely hood of the last one working was a slim one. With a shaky
hand, Yoongi proceeded to insert the final key into the keyhole of the cage. As
he twisted the key to the right and was met with resistance, his stomach sank
to the floor. He practically accepted disappointment as he went to turn it in
the opposite direction. Already thinking the worst, he started to twist it to
the left and was met with a very loud click that rang out through the silent
room. Taehyung forcefully pushed on the cage door and Yoongi’s heart swelled
with happiness as it swung open, freeing the boy inside. Before Yoongi could
say anything he felt Tae’s cold arms wrap around his neck and pull him into a
tight embrace.
            “Thank you,” Tae whispered into Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi didn’t move
for a moment, a bit shocked at the sudden embrace that Tae had pulled him into.
After a moment he reached up his around to complete the hug. Tae’s body was so
cold from sitting down here in this cold damp room, and it made Yoongi even
anger that someone could do that to someone so caring, someone like Tae, who
would put his life on the line for Yoongi.
            “Don’t mention it,” Yoongi said while rubbing Tae’s back.
            “I mean it,” Tae said while pulling hi face back to look at Yoongi,
“Thanks for not leaving me.”
            Yoongi’s heart swelled at the words he heard. How could anyone
leave him?
            “I could never leave you...”
 
            Tae smiled before removing himself from their embrace.
            “Quick, here’s an extra costume for you to put on, we need to get
out of here as fast as possible,” Yoongi said while handing Tae the package. He
turned around, giving the other boy some privacy to change and pulling out the
monitor from under his vest again. Yoongi scrolled through various rooms,
looking for any sign of Namjoon or Jin. In every screen the party seemed to be
carrying on the same. He looked at the first floor elevators where Freddy was
stationed along with the other bald man and they also seemed to be doing the
same thing as usual, letting guests up and down the various elevators. Yoongi
could see now that every public space in the penthouse had a security guard on
each floor, the pool, the movie theater, and the roof. Probably to prevent
people from wandering onto restrict floors Yoongi assumed.
            “Smart,” Tae spoke out while observing Yoongi hold the monitor. A
big grin spread across his lips as he went to ruffle Yoongi’s hair.
            “I learned from the best,” he replied with a grin. He could see
that Tae was dressed and ready to go and was waiting for him.
            “Ready?” Yoongi asked just for good measure.
            “Ne,” Tae replied and took the lead in heading them back to the
elevator. Yoongi could tell Tae was very familiar with the dark corridors of
the basement. Maybe he had been down there a lot more times than Yoongi knew.
In no time there were heading back towards the last hallway where the elevator
lay. Tae ran to push the button and they both waited for what felt like forever
before they heard a ding notifying them that the elevator had arrived.
            “Put your mask on,” Yoongi ordered to Tae and he did the same as
the doors swung open. The bright light flooded their vision as they stepped
into the golden elevator once more.
            “Give me the plastic key,” Tae said and Yoongi quickly complied. He
watched as Tae inserted the key into the same keyhole and pushed the first
floor button. The seconds leading up to the elevator arriving at the first
floor were the longest minutes of Yoongi’s life. His palms were so hot and
sweaty from his nerves and his vision was starting to become hazy.
            “We have to walk calmly to the exit ok, don’t start to run, look as
normal as possible,” Tae interjected. Yoongi nodded, trying to calm his
breathing again. When the door opened again they were met with the same
security guard Yoongi had previously saw before getting Tae.
            “Good evening again sir, did you find your jacket?” he asked,
looking slightly puzzled that there were two of them now dressed in the same
costume. Yoongi didn’t say anything as he exited the elevator with Tae. He just
shook his head ‘No’ and continued to walk past.
            “Excuse me sir? Did you want me to send someone to find it?” He
said, running to catch up to them. Yoongi’s heart was racing once more. Why was
this guy making it so difficult?
            “No thank you,” Yoongi said over his shoulder as they continued to
walk away from the elevators. Freedom was so close yet so far and Yoongi’s
adrenaline was pumping harder as it got closer. They were in what looked like a
hotel lobby. Multiple people around them were also dressed in costumes walking
here and there, some were just getting to the party, and others were already
going home. Yoongi frantically was looking for an exit door. He spotted it
about 100 feet away from where they were currently standing and there were no
guards Yoongi could see from the inside.
            “There,” Yoongi whispered to Tae and quickly Tae started to lead
them casually over to the door. This was it; freedom was on the other side of
these two sets of sliding glass doors. As they got closer Yoongi could see two
guards standing watch on the outside of the last set of doors and he hoped that
they wouldn’t have a problem. As the two boys approached the first set of
sliding glass doors they waited for them to slide open before stepping through.
It was about five feet to the next set of sliding doors and Yoongi could
already feel the cold winter air hitting his body as the second set of doors
opened up, letting them smell freedom in their nostrils.
            “Have a good night gentlemen,” one of the guards said as Yoongi and
Tae stepped out past the doors. It was an amazing feeling to feel the air
around them. Free air as they stood outside looking for a direction to head off
in. There were standing in front of a valet parking stop and Yoongi was trying
to a direction that would get them far away as fast as possible. Yoongi’s
moment seemed to last for ever before a familiar voice behind them came to
crush their bliss.
            “Harold seize them, they’re trying to escape!” Jin’s voice rang out
loud and clear from behind them. Yoongi’s feet were faster than ever as he felt
them leave the place they were standing before he could even say anything to
Tae.
            “Run!” Yoongi screamed as he feet carried him past multiple cars
trying to drive through the drop of center of the front of the building. In
front of them was a busy street and Yoongi had mad it all the way across and
half way down the block before he felt a sharp pain rang throughout his body
and he lost all control of his limbs. He only realized he had been tazered by a
man in a car after he lay twitching on the concrete sidewalk. His body was
tense and he screamed out cries that weren’t coherent at all. After that Yoongi
body went limp and his vision faded to black.
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            When Yoongi woke up he was slumped over on the couch of the dorm
living room. Drool was seeping down his chip and the pain in his body was
almost as intense as the night he first arrived to the penthouse.
            “You almost did it,” he heard Namjoon’s voice chime out from
somewhere in the room but he didn’t know exactly where just yet.
            “I got to hand it to you two, that was one for the books,” he
stated and Yoongi perked his ears up at the words ‘you two’. He moved his sore
neck around to look around the room. Tae wasn’t on the couch next to him at
all. Upon further investigation he noticed there was a body slumped across the
floor at his feet and even though there was still a mask on his face, he knew
the hazel nut brown hair belonged to Taehyung. Yoongi glared up at Namjoon
while wiping about the drool from his mouth. Namjoon also held of the monitor
in his hand and waved it in front of Yoongi’s face.
            “I don’t know how you attained this Suga, but again, I gotta hand
it to you for figuring out a system that almost worked,” Namjoon said while
staring down at them.
            “You are just showing me all the flaws I have in my designs and now
I’m going to make sure they’re all cleaned up.”
 
            Yoongi wasn’t even listening to him anymore. His body was in so
much pain and he was angry that freedom had touched his palms yet he couldn’t
grab hold of it. He had no idea where they went wrong but the reality of it was
they still hadn’t escaped and now life was going to be much harder.
            “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Namjoon said while
grinning down at him. Yoongi had no words; he was so angry at himself and at
this place that he threw all his cares out the window and did something he knew
would piss Namjoon off. He waded all of the spit he could muster in his throat
and hocked it straight in Namjoon’s direction. He watched the spit wad land
direction onto his chest and Namjoon stared down in disbelief, and then in
anger.
            “Take care of him,” Namjoon said and a figure steped out from
behind the tall blond man. Yoongi saw that he had a big build as he made his
way across the room. He laced his fingers painfully into Yoongi’s hair and all
Yoongi could do was stair up at him. As if in slow motion Yoongi watched
Namjoon’s security guard pull back his fist and punch square into his jaw. Fire
spread across his face and the pain radiated down his mouth. Not even a second
later the man punched Yoongi again in the same place with more force as the
last one and the pain doubled. This continued about ten more times until
Namjoon told the man to stop. Yoongi could fell something moving around in his
mouth, teeth he assumed. The blood was running down his jaw and neck and his
face was already swollen and puffy. He was starting to pass out from the lack
of blood. In his slumped over position on the couch, he secretly thought death
might be easier than dealing with his place. He didn’t know if he could take
anymore of the torture or abuse or even just being held against his will. He
wanted to be free, free to see his sister, free to see his mother, free to roam
where he wanted. Maybe it will never come back, he thought. Maybe this is it.
Before he completely lost consciousness he could hear someone get off of the
elevator. Jin’s voice was heard once more before everything faded to black.
            “Master, I can’t find Jungkook…”
           
 
 
***Sorry for the long awaited update. This chapter is really a two part series
and I’ve already written half of the 2nd part so I hope to have it up by
tomorrow night! Thank you to all who always follow when I update, you are the
ones who keep me going. Fighting! Comments are always appreciated***
 
***** "Master I can't find Jungkook..." *****
            Chapter 15: "Master, I can't find Jungkook..."
 
            It had been one week since the Halloween party where Yoongi and Tae
almost found their freedom. Jungkook however seemed to have achieved what they
could not. That week was the worst the boys had had it in a very long time.
Namjoon locked all the boys on the 6th floor morning and night. Even when they
tired to push the elevator button, it would not open. Namjoon had reprogramed
the doors to only work with a special badge. Different guards brought meals to
them for breakfast lunch and dinner. Some days it was fresh cooking, other
nights it was takeout food. Namjoon called upon all the boys multiple times a
day. Some of the meetings were used for pleasure; others were used just for
pain. Yoongi and Tae both got the brunt of all the sessions.
            Even though Namjoon was the one hurting all the boys, he still
wanted them in good health for when he needed them. Namjoon had flown in an
expensive dentist to fix Yoongi’s broken tooth. He also had a private nurse
come up to attended to the boy’s minor injuries when needed. Yoongi recalled
when Namjoon lined them all up on Halloween night and told them how it was
going to be from then on.
            "If anyone knows where Jungkook is, tell me now and that person
won't be punished. I also won’t hurt Jungkook when I find him. I'm just truly
worried and I don't want him to be harmed out there. It's a dangerous out in
the real world and my enemies are always watching us. On the other hand, if no
one wants to confess then I will have to find other means for getting the truth
out of you, and when I find Jungkook, I’ll have him killed..."
           
            Yoongi remembers the tears that flooded from Jimin's eyes that
night. Yoongi knew that Jimin realized Kookie had run away but Yoongi guess was
that Jimin didn't know any more than he did about his location. Because of
Jimin's hysterical crying and pleading with Namjoon, he was the first victim to
be punished for Jungkook's actions and Namjoon made everyone watch the horrific
act. Jimin was hog-tied and whipped until his skin was broken and bleeding. He
screamed so loud in the beginning until he passed out from the pain. Namjoon’s
rage was out of control. He was not a person who liked to have his possession
ripped from him. Jungkook was more than just one of his slaves, he was his
second longest salve that he owned and one of the people he trusted the most.
Yoongi couldn’t image the betrayal he felt from Jungkook’s disappearance. He
was happy that the maknae had gotten out of this hellhole, yet he was scared
for the rest of them left behind.
 
            Namjoon spent a good three days torturing all the boys. Hoseok was
also included in the punishments but not nearly as much as Tae and Yoongi. He
did everything from whippings to beatings to holding Jimin under water to get
out any information on the whereabouts of Jungkook. He knew Jimin was the
closest to him in the house and he really believed Jimin was covering for him.
 
            Within a week Yoongi had been forced to service Namjoon about ten
times and was severely punished for pleasure about five times. The punishments
subsided around day three but the servicing was equally as brutal sometimes.
Namjoon had given Yoongi a specific task that he was to do daily; if he didn’t
succeed he was beaten.
            “It’s all very simple Suga, make me cum and I won’t lay a finger on
you. Fail and I’ll make sure you get the punishment you deserve,” Namjoon had
told him. Yoongi knew Namjoon was giving him an impossible task. He had never
succeeded in pleasing him to date and it would all be a game, just like the
impossible one he played with Taehyung. Namjoon knew they would fail every
time.
            During the week all the boys had new bruises and scares to show
every time they saw Namjoon. Even Jin, who was so proud of himself for catching
Tae and Yoongi running away in the act was not getting any more sympathy from
his master. He wasn’t interrogated like the rest were but he was still being
escorted back down by a guard just like the rest of them and he always had a
new bruise to show for it.
            By the seventh day Jimin had snapped. Namjoon’s men were working
overtime to find the maknae in the streets of Seoul but there was no trace of
him. Jimin who was weak and sporting multiple facial bruises finally spilled to
Namjoon what Jungkook had told him. Jimin told him in exchange for mercy. As
far as Yoongi could tell, he had reached his breaking point. Yoongi was put off
by the fact that Jimin actually told on his lover. He was supposed to the one
person that would never put Kookie in harm’s way. Maybe he figured Jungkook was
safe by now and far away from Namjoon’s reach, Yoongi thought. Maybe he was
scared they would actually find Jungkook and really kill him.Yoongi knew the
story of had happened to Tae’s partner. He was actually surprised that Namjoon
didn’t feel the need to end his own life the same day he was caught. There
might have been more to Choi Seung Hyun’s death than what he knew.
           
            After a rough day, Yoongi saw Tae get taken away to Namjoon’s suite
to play the sick game where he dangled Tae’s freedom in front of his nose. Even
though Yoongi was positive he would never grant him his freedom even if he won,
he knew Taehyung had no other choice but to play along. Jimin was sitting on
the couch in silence. The TV was on; playing some old movie that Jimin wasn’t
paying much attention too. His eyes were bloodshot from crying but traces of
tears were long gone. Yoongi found Jimin in this state many times during the
week. He wasn’t eating, he was barely sleeping, and when Namjoon came to call
upon him he went with ease. The depression that lived on his face threatened to
never leave. All the boys tried to comfort Jimin throughout the past several
days. Nothing helped though; the only response they got from him was a slight
nod or a lazy shrug. Yoongi could tell he desperately missed Jungkook. Maybe he
even regretted not leaving with him, but who could blame him. Jimin cherished
about his family and it was undeniably a hard decision to make. The only person
who seemed to ignore Jimin was Hoseok. During the week of this mother’s death,
Hoseok had started to take on a whole new personality. He was no longer the
ball of sunshine he once was. A dark cloud started to hover over him and his
enteral light became ominous. He had a vendetta against Jungkook and continued
to blame him for his mother’s demise. Several times Yoongi heard Hoseok yell at
Jimin about Kookie.
            “You’re hiding that murder. I’m happy he’s gone, when Namjoon finds
him he’ll get what’s coming to him,” Hoseok told Jimin one day. Jimin and
Hoseok fought many times during the week. Jimin one time ran up to Hoseok,
grabbing him by the collar at threatened to kill him if he didn’t stop talking
about Jungkook. Hoseok knew he was pushing his buttons, but he wanted someone
to suffer just as much as he was. He spent a lot more time with Jin over the
week and it made Yoongi slightly uncomfortable. Jin would comfort Hoseok after
his sessions and rub his back when he started to cry over his mother. Yoongi
knew it wasn’t safe to trust him anymore, not while he was dancing with the
enemy.
 
            On this night as he decided to sit in the living adjacent to
Jimin’s somber frame he seemed to watch the minutes tick by in Tae’s absence.
He wasn’t sure which movie was playing currently but he just wanted a
distraction as he waited for Tae to get back. As soon as he popped down the
lights in the entire room when dark, still leaving the TV on. He knew Tae had
just began playing the game with Namjoon and he hoped he wouldn’t have too
rough of a time. As he sat in the dark with the TV casting shadows on his face,
he pondered on the last week they’ve had here. When they were brought to
Namjoon Halloween night they had lost their essential items need for escape;
the monitor and the plastic key. Namjoon did confiscate the monitor but the
plastic key went missing in the hustle of the escape. They were back to square
one and Yoongi now had put a target on their back twice. There was nothing for
them to do but endure all that was thrown at them. They had no way to even go
down to any other floor, let alone figure out another escape route. Every time
he thought back to Halloween night, Yoongi’s emotions would flare into rage.
            We were so close. Why didn’t we run faster?
 
            He couldn’t even look at Jin’s face without wanting to punch the
living shit out of him. The only thing stopping Tae and Yoongi from beating him
to death was the fact that he was definitely back on Namjoon’s good side and
they were so weak from the punishments that Jin didn’t even have time to
torture them with his words. Yoongi used his time thinking about the things he
would do to Namjoon and Jin when the time was right. He glanced over to Jimin’s
pale face in the dark room. Light bounced off the orifices of his skin creating
a perfect picture of a lost lonely boy. When Yoongi glanced over at the clock
it read 8:00pm. Tae had been gone almost an hour already. This was the longest
running time the lights had been off all week and Yoongi didn’t know if he
should be happy or scared. He knew Tae always had it rougher in his sessions
with Namjoon and he thought about maybe drawing Tae a bath so he could soak
after he came back. Just as the thought came to his head the lights turned back
on, illuminating the once dark room. His heart fluttered as he realized Tae
would be back now in thirty minutes or less. As he continued to sit on the
couch Yoongi fidgeted with his fingers. He thought maybe he should start
reading more with all his free time but there were no books in their dorm. He
grabbed a magazine to his right on the coffee table and shifted through the
pages. Inside, towards the back Yoongi found an article he found quite
interesting. It read about Seoul’s up and coming gangs.
 
            “…When the infamous drug lord Kwon Jiyong was found dead in his
home, his entire family murdered around him along with his employees, Seoul’s
government thought they had seen the end of the murderous drug ring in South
Korea. A new assortment of evidence may have officials thinking twice about
this. There have been new cases of bodies being found all over the streets of
Korea. Most cases have not been solved. Officials are claiming that very
skilled hit men are marking down individuals and in some cases entire families.
The causes haven’t been confirmed but police suspect them to be either drug
related or money related…”
 
            Yoongi finished the article about the mysterious deaths and he
couldn’t help but wonder if Namjoon was apart of any of these cases. He knew
Kwon Jiyong was Tae’s old boss that Namjoon did murder before he captured Tae
and his partner. If Namjoon was the only ringleader left in Seoul then all the
deaths in the article could very well be done at his hand. Just as Yoongi
finished up the last sentence of the article, he heard the familiar chime of
the elevator telling him someone was approaching. As Yoongi waited in
anticipation, he heard Tae first before he saw him. A grunt came out from
around the corner and Tae came into view, being help up by a security guard.
Without hesitation Yoongi ran over to Tae’s side.
            “Oh my God, are you okay?” Yoongi asked as he took Tae’s body from
the guard and helped Tae wrap his arm around his neck. The guard proceeded to
walk back to the elevator and Yoongi helped to stabilized Tae before walking
any farther.
            “What did he do?” Yoongi didn’t even try to hide the panic in his
voice. He looked Tae up and down, trying to pinpoint the injury.
            “Don’t worry, I’m fine really,” Tae said while wincing. This was
not the first time Yoongi had seen Tae beaten up but the more it happened the
more Yoongi worried about how much his body could take.
            “Come on, I’ll draw you a bath,” Yoongi said while starting to lead
Tae down to the showers. Tae limped the entire way as Yoongi held up most of
his body weight. He was happy to have Tae back in the dorms instead of being
locked up in the basement but the cost might out do the reward in this case.
When they reached the inside of the bathroom Yoongi helped Tae sit on the edge
of the Jacuzzi tub. Quickly he turned on the water and fiddled around with the
temperature until he found one that was just right. He proceeded to add bath
bubbles to make the water smell good and help clean Tae off.
            “Here, let me help you,” Yoongi insisted as he reached to pull off
Tae’s shoes, then socks. He next reached for the helm of Tae’s shirt and slowly
helped him pulled the material over his head. On Tae’s chest were fresh slash
marks where a whip had hit him earlier that evening. Yoongi also couldn’t help
but notice that Tae’s neck was redder than usual. He swore that he could see
hand marks above the ring of his collar. Frowning, Yoongi traced the red marks
on Tae’s neckline with his fingertips.
            “I’m sorry,” Yoongi said softly. Tae snaked his had up to Yoongi’s
wrist and rubbed the skin with the back of his thumb in a comforting motion.
            “Really, I’m okay,” he responded to the blond standing in front of
him. Yoongi still had to help Tae take off his pants but he didn’t know Tae’s
comfort level with him yet.
            “May I?” he asked, gesturing to Tayhyung’s black joggers. Tae only
nodded and lifted up one leg with a wince and Yoongi pulled off one pant leg.
Once that one was removed he slowly went to help Tae with the other. Only Tae’s
boxers were left now and a slight blush was starting to creep onto his cheeks.
            “Don’t worry, I can do this myself,” Tae said, reading Yoongi’s
thoughts. Yoongi nodded and went to turn around to give the brown haired boy
some privacy. Once he heard Tae submerge into the bath water he turned back to
face him in the tub below.
            “Um…do you want me to turn on the jets for you?” Yoongi asked
shyly, not knowing how to act with a naked boy in a tub before him. Tae smiled
up at him shaking his head.
            “That’s okay, those jets just make me itchy anyways. I know,
weird,” He said looking up at Yoongi. Yoongi just nodded in response, biting
his lip in the awkward air.
            “We’ll I’ll let you enjoy your bath, call me if you need help,”
Yoongi said as he turned to walk out of the bathroom.
            “Wait…” Tae’s voice trailed behind him. Yoongi stopped in his
tracks and looked back at the boy who’s lower half was completely hidden by a
layer of bubbles.
            “Yeah?” He asked looking at Tae curiously. Tae had lowered his gaze
to the bubbles in front of his face. Without looking up he asked Yoongi
something the caught him off guard.
            “Please, stay with me…” he said as his voice trailed off. Yoongi
was confused. He didn’t really understand what Tae was asking for so he walked
back over to the tub and sat on the edge.
            “You want me to stay here?” Yoongi asked looking down at Tae
pushing bubbles aside with his hand. Tae stopped suddenly and locked his
intense gaze with Yoongi’s. His demeanor was so different than his usual icy
wall that he put up around everyone else. It sent chills down Yoongi’s spine.
            “Bath with me,” Tae stated. Yoongi eye him suspiciously as he
pondered how to answer.
            “You really want me to get in the bathtub with you?” Yoongi
questioned. It wasn’t like there wasn’t enough room, it was just and odd
request. No one, not even his sister had ever bathed with him as far as he
could remember. Tae looked down at the water before responding again.
            “Only if you want to.”
            Yoongi thought for a minute about what to do. It wasn’t everyday a
man asked him to jump into a tub naked with them, but he had a hard time saying
no to Tae who was the only person to really help him since he arrived. He felt
the disappointment of letting Tae down hit stomach like a ton of bricks. He at
least owed him this for not being able to get them their freedom.
            “Okay,” Yoongi replied, “Close your eyes for a moment.” Yoongi
quickly undressed while Tae clamped his eyes shut. He slipped a now naked leg
into the hot steamy water and felt the nice heat burn his skin lightly as he
submerged underneath the bubbles. Tae’s body lay on one side and Yoongi’s lay
perfectly on the other. Their bodies didn’t touch as they sat facing one
another. For a minute or two none of them said a word to each other. Tae had
closed his eyes and was enjoying the soak. Yoongi decided to follow suit and
slide his lids shut as well, taking in the fragrant scents and steam around
them.
            It was about fifteen minutes before they spoke again. Yoongi must
have fallen asleep because he was startled when Tae rubbed his leg under the
water.
            “Hey, wake up, I don’t want you to drown under my watch,” Tae said
grinning. Yoongi smiled a bit, trying to sit up in the relaxing jetted tub.
Some of the bubbles had begun to fade, leaving them with less and less coverage
on their naked bodies. Yoongi held his hands over his genitals for good
measure. Though Tae had already seen him naked and even given him a blowjob, he
still felt quite shy in his presence. The memory of Tae’s skilled lips on his
member made his cheeks turn bright red. He couldn’t deny that he had thought
about how good it felt from time to time but he always tried to push the memory
from his mind. He didn’t know if it was wrong of him to like it but he couldn’t
rebut that he did.
            “What are you thinking about down there?” Tae’s voice interrupted
his reverie. Yoongi embarrassment tripled, as he feared Tae could tell what was
on his mind.
            “Nothing!” Yoongi blurted out which made Tae look at him funny.
            “It doesn’t seem like nothing. Are you sure? Yoongi you can tell me
anything,” he said in a concerned tone. Yoongi eyed Tae’s facial features, the
brown in his iris were so milky tonight, almost like a hazel nut color. It made
him look angelic through the steamy air. As Yoongi observed Tae at the other
end, he did think of one thing that had been bothering him all week.
            “Um…there is something,” Yoongi said hesitantly while looking down
at the water. Tae propped himself up more in the gigantic tub to show Yoongi
that he was paying attention. Yoongi took a deep breath before proceeding with
his sentence.
            "Namjoon is forcing me to give him blowjobs every time I see
him..." Yoongi stated as the heat started to rise in his face again. He looked
to Tae for any signs of disgust or uneasiness but he found nothing in his
expression but attentiveness.
            "Go on," Tae coaxed him. Taking another breath, Yoongi continued,
averting his gaze back to the water.
            "He told me the my only tasks is to make him cum. If I succeed then
he won't hurt me, if I fail ...he beats me," Yoongi stated, looking back to
Tae's face for a response. Tae seemed to ponder on what Yoongi had just
mentioned, like he was trying to figure out a problem.
            "I'm guessing that you can't bring him to orgasm," Tae stated after
a moment. Yoongi face was warm from embarrassment. He nodded in in Tae's
direction but didn’t look up.
            "He says he's going to start having two a day sessions with me
because he's not seeing any progress. Tae I can't make it through any more
beatings, I can barely handle them now," Yoongi blurted out, willing the tears
behind his eyes to disappear. He couldn’t believe how weak he'd gotten. It
disgusted him how pathetic he sounded out loud. Tae was always strong no matter
what happened to him but Yoongi couldn’t seem to find the strength anymore to
pretend. Tae was silent for a moment, staring in Yoongi direction. Yoongi
wondered what he was thinking as he did.
            Does he think I’m weak? Yoongi thought to himself. Why wouldn’t he,
I am weak. Tae suddenly scooted forward in the tub, stopping half way between
his end and Yoongi end. Yoongi felt a hand under the water lay on top of his
knee and it sent heat waves through his body.
            "Don't worry, I'll teach you," Tae said staring into Yoongi's eyes.
Yoongi eye's widened in shock.
            "No no no! I didn't mean...you don't have to do that," Yoongi
squeaked out, his arms waving in front of his body rapidly. Tae had an amused
smile on his face as he reached his hand up to stall one of Yoongi's flailing
arms.
            "Shhhh...It’s okay. It's the only way to stop him from hurting
you," he said and Yoongi could see the seriousness creep back onto his face.
            "I'm sorry that I can't always protect you but I’ll do my best to
give you the best chance," Tae concluded before he sat back down at the other
end of the tub. Yoongi's lips had gone dry. He couldn't quite pin down the
feeling he was having. It was a mixture of butterflies and embarrassment. Both
making him slightly light headed...or it could be the heated water. Yoongi
didn't really know but he was thankful to have Tae always looking out for him.
            They sat in the tub until Yoongi's fingers became prunes. By 9:30pm
a familiar voice came from the doorway. An annoyed Jin stood in the archway,
all but tapping his foot.
            “It’s late, time for bed,” he snarled at them. Tae was the only one
who responded to his bossy statement. They both jumped out of the now warm
water and dried off quickly. Back in the room, Jin had taken the liberty to
change the sheets and pajamas yet again. This time the silk PJ and sheets were
silver in color. Maybe Jin thought the previous black color was too morbid for
Hoseok’s grieving.
            As all the boys were tucking into their assigned beds, Yoongi
looked over to the empty bed between Jimin and Jin. Jungkook’s bed had laid
empty for seven days and it was hard to get used to Jin sleeping down with them
oppose to Kookie. Jin, who was not used to having his freedom stripped from him
did not like being caged up with the rest of the boys. He was already upset
with Namjoon taking away his key but now that he was being treated no different
than the rest of them and Yoongi could tell he despised feeling like just
another slave. To himself he was special, he was the first and he wanted
Namjoon to acknowledge that. Whenever he did get called upon he was ready in
record time and all but ran to the elevator to be with Namjoon. No matter how
excited he was when he left, he always had a look of defeat along with a new
bruise upon his return.
            Yoongi slid his feet into the silk sheets of his bed. As he turned
towards Tae’s bed he couldn’t help but feel happy to see Tae’s frame sleeping
next to him. Right as Jin went to turn the lights off in the dorm a pound on
the outside of the door startled the crew. Jin quickly swung open the door but
didn’t say anything to the figure on the other side. He waited for the security
guard to say something as he stared out.
            “Jin,” is all the security guard said, which meant Jin was being
called upon by Namjoon. Yoongi couldn’t see Jin’s expression from this angle he
was in but he would bet a million dollars that his expression was quite happy
in that moment. As Jin started to exit the room he flipped the light switch off
and left the boys in the dark abyss.
            About twenty minutes after Jin was taken up to Namjoon’s suite for
the night, Hoseok’s light snoring could be heard on the opposite side of the
room. Yoongi was quite comfortable and warm in his sheets from the relaxing
bath. Even though his body was still sore all over, he drifted off into a cozy
slumber not long after that.
 
            Yoongi woke up in the dark to someone lightly rubbing his shoulder.
When opened his sleepy eyes he realized Tae was standing over his bed trying to
wake him up. Immediately he started to panic.
            “What is it?” he said a little bit too loud.
            “Shhhh! Follow me,” Tae said secretly whispering. Yoongi got up
quickly and followed Tae towards the dorm door. He glanced at the digital clock
on Jin’s nightstand, which read 2:00am.
            “Where are we going?” he asked Tae but the brown haired boy didn’t
respond. Yoongi followed Tae out of the room and through the common area. When
Tae opened the bathroom door Yoongi couldn’t help but be slightly confused.
            “What are we doing here?” Yoongi questioned, starting to get
annoyed that he had woken up at 2:00am to be brought back to the restroom. Tae,
still not answering Yoongi’s questions walked across the bathroom area to the
sauna, which sat next to the bathroom stalls. Yoongi rememberd when he first
saw Jimin and Jungkook kissing in there. That was also the same night Taehyung
had saved all of them from getting caught by flushing the toilet. It all seemed
so long ago now but in theory it wasn’t.
                        Tae had the sauna door opened and was pushing buttons
on the outside to turn it on. Yoongi, who was still groggy and was fed up
walked up behind Tae and started to ask again.
            “Taehyu…” he barely got out as Tae turned around swiftly and
covered Yoongi’s mouth with his hand. He put his other hand up to his mouth and
stuck his index finger up to his lips, giving the universal sound to be quiet.
Yoongi gulped behind Tae’s covered hand. He had no idea what was going on but
he decided to stop looking for answers and just waited to see what Tae was up
to. After Tae was done turning on the big sweatbox he turned his attention back
to Yoongi.
            “Take off your clothes, you can leave your boxers on for now if you
wish,” Tae said as he started to undress himself. Yoongi couldn’t hide the
shock from his face. Tae didn’t leave his boxers on, instead favoring to walk
into the sauna naked. Yoongi watched him disappear and then he stood outside in
astonishment. What is he doing? Why did he bring me to the sauna in the middle
of the night and why are we getting naked? Yoongi didn’t know exactly where
this was going but he complied anyways, choosing to leave his boxers on.
            As he entered the sauna, the steam was already filling up the room
making it hard to see in front of his face. He felt his way towards the back
wall where the built in seats were and sat down a few feet away from Tae. After
about a minute of sitting in the steam, Yoongi had to say something.
            “Tae, what are we doing here?”
            “We’re loosening up your body,” Tae said as if it was obvious.
Yoongi still didn’t understand.
            “But why now? Why at 2:00am?” He questioned once again.
            “If you don’t loosen up your body, you’ll be tense. If you’re
tense, how can I train you?” Tae responded from somewhere in the steam cloud.
Yoongi’s body stiffened at the word ‘train’.
            “Now?!” he exclaimed, nerves already getting rattled.
            “See, you aren’t relaxing,” Tae said out loud. Yoongi knew he was
right, but how could he relax knowing that Tae was planning to train him here,
now, in the middle of the night! Yoongi knew why Tae picked this place. He
recalled Tae telling him that no cameras could be in the sauna because of the
heat and moisture. That’s why all the boys used this as their hiding spot away
from prying eyes.
            About five minutes later, when Yoongi’s staggered breathing had
calmed down a bit, a figure appeared before him in the steam. Tae’s naked body
had now come into view before him. Yoongi observed the sweat dripping down his
abdomen, slipping past his genitals and rolling on down to his thighs. A huge
lump started to form in his throat as his nerves again started to kick into
high gear.
            “Relax Yoongi, you may even enjoy it if you do,” Tae said as he
stood in front of the blond boy.
            “Now, the first lesson I’m going to teach you is that for Namjoon,
everything is about performance. It’s not about how well you get him off, it’s
how you make him feel while doing it.” Yoongi watched as Tae reached his hand
out to snake around his neck ever so tenderly. He pulled Yoongi in slightly,
keeping direct eye contact to him before placing his soft lips against his
sensitive neckline. Yoongi’s body shuttered instantly from the contact. Never
the less he propped his head to the side to expose more area for Tae to ravish.
            “See, I’ve barely done anything but I’ve already got you where I
want you,” Tae said against his skin and Yoongi had to stifle a gasp. The steam
and the shivers Tae was sending down his backbone were all working together to
make Yoongi want more. More of what though, he couldn’t quite say yet. Tae’s
hand slid up to entwine in Yoongi’s damp hair as he tugged his head back
lightly, gaining full control over him.
            “Open your eyes,” Tae ordered and Yoongi opened them, puzzled that
they were even closed in the first place.
            “Lesson two is eye contact. Namjoon loves to know that he’s got
your attention,” Tae stated. Slowly Tae got down on his knees in front of
Yoongi, not breaking his gaze for a moment. Yoongi watched his intense stare as
Tae settled in between his thighs. He nervously licked his lips while he
observed Tae kiss and caress his exposed skin affectionately. Tae removed his
lips from Yoongi’s lower half before continuing to speak.
            “Lesson three is body language. Make him think you want him as much
as he wants you. Show him with you movements that you just can't keep your
hands off of him,” Tae explained while moving his arms to snake around Yoongi’s
waist and placing light, sensual kisses on his firm belly. Yoongi automatically
started to lean back to allow Tae to lie on top of him. His breathing was
starting to hitch as he watched Tae work his magic. He didn’t know if he would
be able to completely recreate all the things Tae was doing but Yoongi was
definitely taking mental notes. He didn’t even stop to think for a second that
Taehyung was another manputting moves on him. Yoongi couldn’t explain it but he
felt so comfortable around Tae. Tae made Yoongi long for personal contact in a
way he had never felt before. Maybe he’s just really good at it,Yoongi thought
to himself. There are some men that could turn straight men gay. Maybe he was
one of them.
            Tae continued to place sensual kisses all the way back up Yoongi’s
body. His soft lips grazed Yoongi’s chest and then his neck before moving to
the spot right below his lobe. Yoongi shuddered again as Tae whispered in his
ear.
            “Do you want to take them off, or do you want me to?” Tae’s hot
breath ghosted across his skin. Yoongi’s head started to spin. It took him a
moment to realize that Tae was talking about his boxers. Tae continue to kiss
down Yoongi’s jaw line before sneaking a hooked finger into the waistband of
his underwear. Licking his lips nervously Yoongi looked up into Tae’s eyes.
Once Tae’s hazel eyes locked upon his, Yoongi nodded his head, giving him
permission to undress him. With a quick tug, Tae had gripped the edge of his
boxers and waited for Yoongi to lift his hips before tugging them off the rest
of the way.
            Yoongi felt his genitals expose in the steamy heat and he
instinctively tried to hide himself away from Tae’s view. Tae went to clasp his
hands around Yoongi’s wrists, removing his arms from his body.
            “Don’t ever try to hide. It ruins the illusion of wanting someone
and in Namjoon’s case, makes him want to be more forceful, got it?” Tae asked.
Yoongi nodded in response as he felt Tae let go of his hands. Tae repositioned
himself in between Yoongi’s thighs. Yoongi fought the urge to close them as the
brown haired boy placed his palms on either side of his legs and rubbed small
circles on them.
            “Are you okay?” Tae asked, looking up at Yoongi’s nervous demeanor.
Yoongi nodded but didn’t say anything as he tried to mentally prepare himself
for the rest of Tae’s lesson.
            “Okay, when it comes to blowjob techniques, less is always more.
Start by stroking him slowly but keeping direct eye contact with him,” Tae said
while demonstrating at the same time. He gripped Yoongi’s half limp member in
his right hand and slowly tugged it to a full erection. He never let his eyes
fall from Yoongi’s face and Yoongi tried hard to not cum right then and there.
The stimulation from everything building up to this point was too much for him.
Yoongi had never had foreplay like this before. It was mental, physical, but
most of all it was passionate. The anticipation alone was going to push him
over the edge.
            “Start slow, make him feel every little lick and suck first before
fully getting into it,” Tae said. He slowly darted out his tongue to lick the
tip of Yoongi’s member, lapping at the head and driving Yoongi insane.
            “Fuck,” Yoongi moaned as he threw his head back in pleasure. Tae’s
hot wet tongue made swirls on his sensitive head, sending Yoongi into a
different world entirely. After a bit of teasing, Tae removed his mouth from
Yoongi’s cock once more with a grin on his face.
            “See, I told you, you just might like it,” Tae smirked at Yoongi.
Yoongi stared down at the beautiful boy in front of him, wondering wear the
urge to jump on him was coming from. He’s just giving you pointers so that
Namjoon won’t beat the shit out of you. Pull yourself together, he told
himself. As Yoongi watched Tae continue to stroke his now painfully hard cock,
he listened as the boy below him started to speak again.
            “Once you’ve clearly got him begging for more, you remove yourself
from that area and focus on something else,” Tae said as he removed his hand
from Yoongi’s dick. He went to straddle Yoongi’s waist, leaning the blond boy
back against the wall the sauna. He went to attack his collarbone with his hot
mouth, making a small moan escape Yoongi’s lips as he reached up to Tae’s neck.
            “Good job Yoongi, that is next on the list, moaning. You don’t have
to be as loud as Hoseok but let Namjoon know you are enjoying his presence,”
Tae said on top of the blond boy. Tae once again started to kiss his way down
Yoongi’s body, stopping to nip at his nipples with his teeth and repositioning
himself between his thighs once more.
            “Don’t be afraid to use your tongue and mouth on any orifice. When
I say any, I mean ANY,” Tae stated. Yoongi didn’t know quite what he meant but
as soon as his mind started to wonder, he felt Tae’s warm lips enclose around
his testicles.
            “Oh my God,” Yoongi cried out in shock. The sensation of his warm
mouth and tongue swirling around his sensitive parts was like heaven and he
only found himself wanting more. No one had ever done the things Tae was doing
to him now. The build of in his lower abdomen was coming closer, making him
antsy for touch. Tae began to stroke Yoongi more forcefully this time, taking
his time to start all the way at the base and making his way up to the top
slowly.
            “Once you’ve got him begging for more then you’ve got him right
where you want him,” Tae said as his strokes became quicker. Yoongi could no
longer hold his gaze on Tae’s face. His eyes closed in pure bliss and his
breathing was starting to become heavier. The steamy air created droplets of
water on his face, mixing in with the natural sweat of his body. Yoongi’s
breaking point was coming soon, all he wanted at this point was a release and
Tae was taking quite a while to get there.
            “Tae…” Yoongi said under his breath. Tae continued to jack him off
slowly at an agonizing tempo.
            “Yes?” Tae asked knowing well what Yoongi was asking for. Still
gluing eyes shut, Yoongi bit his lip while feeling the smooth strokes from
Tae’s palm.
            “Tae, please…” Yoongi begged. He gulped down saliva in his mouth as
he tried to catch his breath. Without knowing Yoongi started to buck up into
Tae’s hand to meet his thrusts. Suddenly Tae removed his hands completely from
Yoongi’s body, earning a whine from Yoongi’s lips. Tae reached a palm up to cup
Yoongi’s chin tenderly, forcing him to open his eyes and look down at him.
            “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” Tae said, not
breaking his intense stare into Yoongi’s eyes. Yoongi felt the heat rise in his
cheek again as he matched Tae’s gaze. He was in too deep to turn back now, and
at this moment he didn’t want to back out at all.
            “Um…” Yoongi stuttered while shyly trying to find the words to say.
Tae patiently waited, caressing Yoongi’s thigh.
            “Go on, tell me what you want,” Tae tried again to coax him into
finishing his sentence.
            “Make me …cum please,” Yoongi said turning his bright red face away
from Tae’s. Taehyung couldn’t contain the smile on his face as he heard those
words.
            “Gladly,” he said before diving back down between Yoongi’s thighs.
A smirk ghosted across face before he opened his mouth wide to take Yoongi’s
member in whole. A louder moan couldn’t be contained from Yoongi’s lips. The
blond boy shot his hands up to run through Tae’s brown hair.
            “Oh, Tae,” Yoongi whimpered with his head thrown back. His stomach
muscles were starting to tighten just like the previous week when Tae had
sucked him off. Yoongi felt that he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer as
he felt his orgasm getting closer. As Tae started to suck up and down hard on
Yoongi’s member, Yoongi felt Tae’s hand reach up to massage his balls at the
same time. All the sensations together were making his head spin with pleasure.
His grip in Tae’s hair naturally tightened as his breathing hitched in his
throat.
            “I’m…I’m gonna…” Yoongi tried to stutter out. Tae knew exactly
where Yoongi was and brought his free hand up to jerk him in time with his
mouth. After this added pressure on his cock Yoongi could not longer hold it,
his stomach was tingling from the build up and with one last groan he felt his
load pulse through his cock and pour in Tae’s hot mouth. Swallowing every drop
Tae didn’t stop sucking until Yoongi had nothing left to give. Yoongi was spent
sitting in the hot sauna. He was in awe of Tae’s amazing skills and he didn’t
have confidence that he could do the same thing when the time came.
            “Last lesson for today, always swallow,” Tae said while wiping his
mouth on the back of his hand. “It may seem gross but it’s all about the
performance,” he said while standing before Yoongi. The blond boy just looked
up at him, still trying to catch his breath. His body was still tingling from
his intense orgasm and he feared if he tried to stand then he would surly fall
on his face. Yoongi couldn’t explain it, but he was in a state of pure bliss
and he didn’t want to remove himself from that moment.
            Some time later Tae turned and walked out of the sauna, returning
with towels for he and Yoongi to dry off with. They both didn’t say a word
while they dressed back in their pajamas. The clock on the wall now read 3:00am
and they really needed to get back to their room just incase Namjoon sent Jin
back to the dorms. There was a non-awkward silence lingering in the air as the
two boys made their way back to their beds. Yoongi crawled back into the
comforts of their cold silk sheets. He curled up into a ball under his blanket,
facing Tae’s direction before closing his eyes. Right before he drifted off to
sleep indefinitely he heard Tae whisper to him one last time.
            “Good night, Yoongi.”
            A warm fuzzy feeling came over him as he heard Tae whisper to him.
He thought it silly of him to feel that way but still smiled to himself in the
dark.
 
            “Good night, Tae.”
 
 
***He’s is part two of the last chapter! Hope to continue the momentum this
week! Thanks for reading, comments always appreciated!***
***** "Good night Tae." *****
Chapter 16: “Good night Tae.”
 
 
            Yoongi opened his eyes to blinding mid-morning light. He still
wasn’t used to not working everyday in the penthouse. It seemed strange to wake
up and do absolutely nothing all day but wait around to be called upon by
Namjoon. When he sat up to rub the sleep out of his eyes he realized it was 10:
00am and all the boys minus Jin were still sound asleep in their beds. He
looked to the left to see Taehyung’s sleeping frame in the next bed over. The
memories of the previous night came flooding back to him and he slightly wished
it were just a dream so he wouldn’t have to feel embarrassed. Just then there
was a pound on the door and it made the group of sleeping boys moan in
irritation. Yoongi got up and walked past the grunting lot to open the door.
            Upon opening it he saw a tall dark tan man holding up two plastic
bags of what Yoongi assumed was food.
            “Thank you,” Yoongi replied respectfully while grabbing the bags
and bowing. The dark tan man only grunted in reply and turned to walk back to
the elevators. Yoongi followed him into the common space to place the food on
the small dinner table, which sat to the left side of the room. Today’s meal
was full of freshly fried eggs with veggies and Chinese sausage. On the side
were copious amounts rice for them to share and some rice cakes for a snack.
            “It smells great,” a voice rang out from behind him. Yoongi
recognized that voice easily now. Tae came to stand next to him in the living
room. He ruffled his bed hair until it laid flat on his head.
            “How did you sleep?” Tae asked. Yoongi bit his lip shyly.
            “I slept well, you?”
            “I slept better than I have in days,” Tae responded while playing a
smile on his lips, “Come on, let’s shower before breakfast, the other two are
still snoring.” Tae started to walk towards the showers again, ignoring the
growling in his stomach.
            When they reached the bathrooms Tae and Yoongi undressed in
silence, Yoongi ignoring his fear of being naked in front of Tae. He figured he
needed to get over his shyness anyways. They walked over the wall opposing the
sauna where the row of multiple showerheads lay. Tae and Yoongi picked two
showers next to each other and Tae turned on the water for both of them. After
checking the temperature on both, he gestured for Yoongi to step into the hot
water. Running soap and shampoo on themselves they showered quickly and rinsed
the suds off their bruised skin. Yoongi let his mind slip to Namjoon. He knew
he was going to try what Tae had taught him the night before but he feared it
wouldn’t be enough. What if I can’t do it? What if he doesn’t notice any
difference? He thought sadly to himself. He feared the beatings everyday,
scared that they would never end. He secretly wished for the time previously
when Namjoon used to touch him tenderly, favoring that to his current
situation.
            “What are you thinking about over there?” Tae asked cutting the
silence. “You are always lost in your thoughts.”
            Yoongi flinched out of his thoughts as he turned his attention to
Taehyung.
            “Nothing,” he responded quickly. Tae’s face frowned as he heard the
blond boy’s response. He closed the gap between them, stepping into Yoongi’s
shower water and reaching a hand up to Yoongi’s cheek.
            “It’s never nothing, tell me,” Tae said sternly, locking his gaze
onto Yoongi’s eyes. The blond breathed out a breath before speaking again.
            “I’m just nervous about today,” he responded locking his eyes to
the floor. Tae brought his other hand up to cup the other side of Yoongi’s
face.
            “Hey, don’t be, you’ll do great,” Tae responded encouragingly.
Yoongi didn’t know what to say. He secretly enjoyed the contact from Tae’s
palms on his face but he desperately told himself to stop thinking about it.
            “Do you want to practice?” Tae asked. Yoongi’s cheeks became hot
suddenly from the skin contact as he started to back out of Taehyung’s embrace.
            “No no no, that’s okay. I mean …sorry, I just meant that I don’t
think I need to,” Yoongi replied awkwardly. He could never do that with Tae. He
didn’t feel he was good enough and truth be told he was way too uncomfortable
just thinking about it. Tae dropped his hands to Yoongi’s shoulders and
proceeded to massage the soft heated skin.
            “Yoongi, don’t be embarrassed. I think it would help you feel
confident. I could critique you and give you some pointers so that you feel
prepared,” Tae responded, still locking his gaze on the blond boy. Yoongi
turned to putty in his arms. He desperately wanted to decline Tae’s invitation
but he had a spell casted on him and Yoongi couldn’t find the words to say no.
He nodded slightly while swallowing his dry throat, avoiding Tae’s eyes that
had hooked his mind so easily. Yoongi thought this was a different kind of
torture. One where he couldn’t escape, he couldn’t scream, and his body
disobeyed him at every turn even though his mind told him run. Tae grabbed
Yoongi’s hand and lead them back over to the sauna for privacy. As Yoongi
followed behind Tae his mind started to race with nerves and worry.
            “Tae, what if we get caught, it’s the middle of the day,” Yoongi
whispered. Tae opened the door and pulled Yoongi inside before he responded.
            “It’s okay, I’ll keep my ears open and if I hear someone come in
we’ll have a few seconds to separate inside here.”
            Yoongi’s heart started to race as Tae sat down on the bench where
he sat the night before. The steam wasn’t on this time but Yoongi knew they
were not here to relax in the steam currently. He stood before Tae awkwardly
and naked, not really knowing what to do.
            “Okay, just pretend I’m Namjoon, what would you do first?” Tae
asked as if it were a simple question. Yoongi bit his lip nervously and shook
his head.
            “I don’t know,” he responded. Tae smiled and gripped Yoongi’s palm
affectingly. Running his thumb over the back of Yoongi’s hand.
            “Try to relax and think to what I taught you last night,” Tae sad
trying to reassure him. Yoongi thought for a moment, trying to pull up the
pleasant memories.
 
            “…The first lesson I’m going to teach you is that for Namjoon,
everything is about performance…”
            Yoongi swallowed hard before making any moves. He nervously moved
his hand to snake around Tae’s neck just like he had done to him previously and
pulled him closer so he could plant his lips on his silky skin.
            “Good, good,” Tae cooed. Yoongi nervously continued to kiss little
pecks down Tae’s jaw, leading down to his lips. Before he got to his mouth
Yoongi glanced into Tae’s half lidded eyes and his nerves made him recoil.
            “I can’t do this,” Yoongi said abruptly. Removing his body so that
he wasn’t hovering over Tae’s frame. He realized they had never fully kissed
before and the intimate moment was overwhelming him. We shouldn’t be doing
this. If we get caught it’s going to be worse, he thought to himself.
            Tae stood up, his naked frame glistening from the shower water. His
hands shot up to cup Yoongi’s cheeks again.
            “Shhhh…it’s okay. Just breath, you’re doing so well,” Tae said
reassuringly. Yoongi looked up again to Tae’s face and nodded.
            “Okay…okay,” he stuttered, earning another smile from Tae. Yoongi
took another deep breath before proceeding.
            I can do this, I can do this.
 
           Yoongi decided to just jump right in. He climbed on top of Tae,
straddling his hips on the bench. Tae instinctively leaned back until his back
rested against the wall.
 
            “…Lesson two is eye contact…” 
 
            Yoongi locked his eyes on Tae’s golden pupils before attacking the
other side of Taehyung’s neck. Sucking and lapping at the skin, he felt Tae’s
body shudder below him.
            “Good job, keep going,” Tae encouraged. Yoongi body was on fire
from the skin-to-skin contact. He didn’t even feel nervous now, he was craving
the touch surprisingly and it gave him a thrill as he lapped at Tae’s soft
skin.
 
                  “…Lesson three is body language…”
 
            Yoongi ran his hands down Taehyung’s firm chest, gliding his
fingers down to his belly button. He could hear Tae’s breath coming in harder
as he tried to focus and what to do next. Yoongi could already feel Tae’s
member becoming hard in between them, pressing onto Yoongi’s own member and
stomach. He couldn’t help but enjoy the excitement of turning Tae on. Maybe
this is the game that he hadn’t thought to play yet. Without thinking he
reached down in between their bodies and clamped his fist on Tae’s still
growing cock earning a whine from the brown haired boy. Yoongi slowly stoked
his cock firmly but slowly, just as Tae had done the night before. He kissed
his way back up to Tae’s neck; stopping right below his ear and with his teeth
he tugged slightly on his earlobe.
            “I want you…” Yoongi whispered into Tae’s ear and Tae's hands
immediately started to roam Yoongi’s body in greed. Tae caressed Yoongi’s back,
later moving his hands down to his thighs and squeezing the fleshy part of
Yoongi’s legs.  
 
            “…See, I’ve barely done anything but I’ve already got you where I
want you…”
 
           Yoongi tried to steady his breathing as his mind tried to think of
the next lesson. He licked his lips as he enjoyed the feeling of Tae rubbing
his upper thighs, his thumbs trailing to the index of where Yoongi's leg met
his torso. Tae’s thumbs dug into Yoongi’s hips as his fingers went to grip at
his ass. He didn’t know who was really in control at this point. Yoongi felt
like he had the upper hand in the beginning but Tae breathing hot air close to
his chest was making his head spin and he could barely think straight anymore.
He felt Tae start to grind against him, strong hands forcing Yoongi’s hips to
move up and down on the body below him. A soft moan escaped Tae’s succulent
lips and Yoongi couldn’t handle it anymore, his cock was screaming to be
touched as well.
 
            “…Once you’ve clearly got him begging for more, you remove yourself
from that area and focus on something else…”
 
            Yoongi abruptly disconnected himself from Tae’s embrace and stood
naked before him. For a moment he stood still, just trying to catch his rugged
breath.
            “Are you okay?” Tae asked curiously through lust filled eyes.
Yoongi didn’t know if it truly was lust or if he was putting on an act again.
Either way the look made Yoongi’s body tremble.
            “I’m fine,” he replied but he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t a lie.
“Stand up,” he ordered and Tae obliged quickly.
 
            “…Namjoon loves to know that he’s got your attention...”
           
            Yoongi locked his gaze with Tae as he tried to think of his next
move. He knew the part he was avoiding was coming soon but he couldn’t deny
that he was more excited than nervous. He never felt like this with Namjoon,
which made him even more confused. He craved to be close to Tae and within the
last two days the definition of close had become blurry. Tae was intensely
looking back at Yoongi as well. Tae licked his lips as he waited patiently for
Yoongi to continue which made Yoongi all but start panting. Yoongi eyed Tae’s
broken but beautiful physic. He was small like Yoongi, but he’s muscles were
more defined. Formed from years of fighting to survive. Yoongi held his gaze as
he sank to the floor in front of the brown haired boy. On his knees, not
breaking eye contact, he started he reached out to slowly stroke Tae’s cock.
Tae looked down at Yoongi with half lidded eyes as he sucked in a sharp breath.
            “Ah…good Yoongi, you’re doing great,” Tae cooed as his hand came up
to rest of Yoongi’s shoulder. After a minute the moment was finally there.
Yoongi knew he would be judge on his technique and truth be told the nerves of
doing a bad job were worse than the act itself.
            “Take your time Yoongi,” Tae whispered as he watched the blond
fight his internal battle.
           
            “…Start slow, make him feel every little lick and suck…”
 
           Yoongi took another deep breath before he inched his face closer to
Tae’s body. He started by placing soft kisses above his pelvic bone, right
below his belly button. Moving his lips lower down Tae’s right thigh he tried
to remember the techniques Tae had used on his formerly. Losing his train of
thought in his nerves he found himself glancing up at Tae’s face one more time,
asking for guidance. Tae was watching him intensely but there was no pressure
in his demeanor. He cupped Yoongi’s chin with his hand before speaking.
            “It’s okay if you don’t want to Yoongi,” he spoke softly. “You’ve
done fairly well thus far.” Yoongi nodded to acknowledge that he heard him but
he wasn’t about to give up. He sucked in air into his lungs, still staring into
Tae’s golden orbs.
            I can do this, I can do this.
 
           Yoongi pulled Tae’s member into his mouth as he lightly sucked on
the head of his firm penis, trying to remember to tease him first. Yoongi ran
his tongue down one side of Tae’s hard member before pulling it back up along
the opposing side. He felt Tae’s strong hand make it’s way into his still damp
hair and the touch made his body tingle all over. Yoongi’s member was now
throbbing between his legs from the tension build up. After another first
minute of just teasing Tae’s cock and testicles Yoongi couldn’t wait anymore.
He engulfed Tae’s member into his mouth earning him a moan from Tae’s lips.
            “Perfect,” Tae whispered as Yoongi worked him in and out of his wet
mouth more. Tae’s grip in Yoongi’s hair had tightened, pulling at his scalp a
bit and Yoongi couldn’t help but let a moan vibrate out of his mouth and
surround Tae’s cock.
            “Ah, Yoongi…that’s amazing,” Tae said from above. Yoongi was eating
up all the positive complements, making him also crave to be caressed and
touched by Tae but he knew this was only a lesson and he shouldn’t expect
anything else from it. Yoongi did everything he could to make Tae feel good. He
ran his tongue on the under side of Taehyung’s cock, making his squirm under
his touch. He ran his free hand on his body, massaging at any surface he could
find. He settled on his balls after sometime, favoring to caress them just as
he had done last night. Tae’s hand gripped Yoongi’s hair harder as he neared
his climax making Yoongi’s voice moan more around his hard cock. It was an
endless cycle and Yoongi couldn’t get enough. The sweet taste of Tae’s cock was
like honey on his tongue and he couldn’t stop the hunger in his throat.
            “I’m close,” Tae warned as he neared his orgasm. Yoongi emotions
were ecstatic as he realized he actually brought Tae to his finish on his own.
Maybe he was doing a good job after all. Realizing Tae was close made Yoongi’s
lust hungrier. He aggressively sucked harder and on Tae’s hard length, making
Tae cry out. Before he knew it Tae was pulling his cock out of Yoongi’s mouth
and was stroking himself vigorously.
            “I can do it…” Yoongi protested a bit hurt that Tae didn’t let him
finish on his own.
            “It’s okay…I don’t want you to have to swallow just for me,” Tae
said through heavy breathing. Yoongi wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to help even
if Tae didn’t require him to. He darted his tongue out to lick Tae’s balls as
he continue to jack himself off.
            “Uh…Yoon…” Tae whimpered as he looked down at the blond boy. Tae’s
moaning was constant now as he brought himself to the brink. Yoongi could feel
the moment he was cumming because Tae gripped his shoulder for support,
squeezing at Yoongi’s sensitive skin. He spilled white hot cum onto his hand,
slowing his rhythm as he finished with teeth clamped shut. Yoongi stood back up
from the floor of the sauna, looking into Tae’s dreamy orgasm eyes.
            “How was it?” Yoongi asked curiously. Tae was still trying to
steady his breathing as he looked down to his sticky palm.
            “It was perfect…” Tae stated. “Now to take care of you.”
            Yoongi blushed as he shook his head. They had been gone to long and
he didn’t want them to get in trouble. By now his hard cock was starting to go
limp and he felt the lust starting to fade.
            “Don’t worry about me, we should get out of here,” Yoongi replied,
making Tae frown.
            “Okay, I’ll return the favor later then,” Tae stated before they
exited the sauna.
            Yoongi blushed as they left, no other person in sight still. They
made their way back to the dorm room to find both boys still sleeping
peacefully in bed. After dressing in some clothes, uniforms long forgotten by
now, they made their way to the table in the common area to eat breakfast.
 
            Not too long after they ate the elevator chimed and another
security guard appeared before them with Jin trailing his heels. At this point
only Yoongi and Tae were in the living room waiting to hear who was being
summoned next. Jin walked past the bunch and went straight for the bedroom,
disappearing behind the door.
            “Suga,” is all the guard said as he stood before them in a suit and
shades. Yoongi looked nervously to Tae who quickly assured him with his eyes
that he would be fine. Yoongi stood up to follow the guard up to the 7th floor
again, a little more hopeful this time of his outcome.
 
            Needless to say Tae’s lesson had helped, maybe even a little too
much.
            “Mmmm Suga…where did you learn this,” Namjoon stated as he rode out
his climax into Yoongi’s mouth. The bitter cum stained his tongue once again
and Yoongi reminded himself not to gag as Namjoon pulled his cock out of his
lips. Forcing himself to swallow without grimacing, Yoongi tried quickly to
come up with something to answer his question. Something believable.
            “I wanted to please you Master, so I tried to remember all things
you’ve taught me in the past. Were you not pleased?” Yoongi asked in fake
disappointment. The truth is he could care less if Namjoon was satisfied or
not, he was just hoping Namjoon would kept to his word and not hurt him today.
Namjoon was in a much better mood after their session than Yoongi had seen him
since before the Halloween party.
            “No baby, Master is very pleased,” Namjoon stated as he pulled his
pants back up, choosing to leave his shirt off. “I’m just surprised,” He said
as he held onto Yoongi’s hips, pulling him closer. Yoongi fought the urge to
repel his touch, remembering what Tae had told him.
 
            “…Don’t ever try to hide. It ruins the illusion of wanting
someone…”
 
            Namjoon peered into Yoongi’s eyes, trying to read his slave’s face
and curiously wondering what had changed about him from yesterday. Yoongi
awkwardly stood between Namjoon’s legs, secretly hoping he would dismiss him
soon. He still hated being in Namjoon’s presence. Essentially he’s still the
reason all the boys are hurting and injured currently. He ripped them for their
normal lives and held them all against their will, some more than others but it
was still the same slavery. Just as Namjoon went to ask something else, his
cell phone started to ring and Yoongi breathed out a sigh of relief as Namjoon
released his hips.
            “Ne…” Namjoon said as he answered the phone, roaming around the
room. Suddenly a cough had over come Namjoon and he pulled the phone away from
his mouth. Yoongi noticed this cough was actually pretty violent. He watched as
Namjoon tried to stifle the sound, his back and chest shaking from the force.
It was as if Namjoon was recovering from being sick but he couldn’t recall a
time that Namjoon was sick ever since he’d been to the penthouse. It took about
a minute for Namjoon to catch his breath and stifle his coughing. Yoongi
searched around the room for water but when he couldn’t find any he walked over
to the bathroom and filled up a cup from the sink. Returning to Namjoon in the
bedroom he over heard the last bits of his conversation with the person on the
phone.
 
            “It’s been a week, I want him found! I’m really losing my patience
and you don’t want to see me when I have none.”
 
            Yoongi no doubt knew he was screaming about Jungkook. He nervously
handed Namjoon the cup just as soon as Namjoon hung up the phone.
 
            “Thanks,” Namjoon stated as he sipped almost half the cup down in
one gulp. You may go now Yoongi.’
 
            Yoongi. He hadn’t called him by his name since…well since he could
remember. Yoongi was puzzled by the notion for a moment as he gathered himself
to leave.
            “Thank you Master,” Yoongi replied as he walked past the blond
shirtless man and exited the suite. The security guard was outside waiting for
him and the two made their way back down to the dorm rooms in silence.
 
            When Yoongi stepped back out onto the 6th floor he noticed Jimin
and Hoseok were both now awake and eating breakfast with Jin and Tae were
nowhere in sight. He made his way to the room to see if Tae was lingering
there. Upon opening the door he saw Tae sitting on his bed reading a book and
walked over to his own bed next to Tae’s.
            “Is that a real book?” Yoongi asked as Tae collapsed the book onto
his belly.
            “Yes, if you must know. I’m going crazy being trapped on this floor
with nothing to do,” Tae responded with a smirk.
            “Does that mean you haven’t done anything of interest lately?”
Yoongi asked. He didn’t know why he asked that he but what Tae said did sting a
little bit. Tae face scrunched up immediately as he sat up to face Yoongi.
            “I didn’t mean it like that, I’ve had plenty of fun lately,” he
said while giving Yoongi his full attention. Yoongi only fought a smile as he
looked down to his hands in his lap.
            “How did it go?” Tae asked curiously, now observing Yoongi’s happy
demeanor.
            “Oh, good. I…um…succeeded,” Yoongi replied bashfully. He really
wanted to get over his shyness around Tae but he couldn’t seem to hold it
together lately.
            “Good, I’m glad to hear that,” Tae said while closing his book.
            “I over heard Namjoon on the phone too. They’re still looking for
Jungkook,” Yoongi stated as he thought back to the call from earlier. Tae
nodded to acknowledge that he’d heard him.
            “Let’s hope they don’t find him…for his sake,” Tae responded.
 
            The rest of the day was spent just lazying around. Tae continued to
read his novel. Yoongi busied himself with Jimin by cleaning their dorm floor.
It seemed Jimin needed a distraction as well. They started by making all the
beds and then moving to the common space. Lastly they scrubbed down all the
showers in the bathroom and made sure all the toilets and sinks were spotless.
By dinner time there was nothing to do again and the group had settle on
watching a movie. Jimin, Jin and Hoseok all sat on top of the couch while
Yoongi and Tae sat together on the floor. Blankets were laid on top of everyone
as they snuggled together to avoid the October cold. Jin had picked a movie
that wouldn’t have anything pertaining to death and put it on for the group
watch. He had picked Zootopia, seeing as though no one in the group had seen it
yet. Picking a children’s movie was usually done for Jungkook and Yoongi could
see Jimin curl up in himself more as the movie started to play. No doubt that
Jimin still really missed the Maknae. Worry plagued his face daily and he
didn’t talk to anyone much anymore. About thirty minutes into the movie Yoongi
started to feel his lids get heavy again. It wasn’t that he couldn’t sit
through movies but he didn’t particularly like things made for kids and he
didn’t sleep much after Tae had woken him up the previous night. Even as he
tried to fight it Yoongi couldn’t and eventually opted to lay his head on
Taehyung’s lap as he let himself fall asleep on the floor.
 
            A little bit later Yoongi woke up in the dark living room. Taehyung
had also shifted, laying down on the floor with him at some point throughout
the movie and was lightly snoring next to him. Tae had also made sure that
Yoongi’s head was still able to use his arm as a pillow and Yoongi smiled a
little bit from the gesture. As he tried to sit up he could lightly see Jimin
sprawled out on the couch above him, also snoring. Jin and Hoseok were nowhere
in sight but Yoongi just figured they had gone to bed already. As Yoongi
carefully stood up he felt pressure on his bladder telling him that it needed
to be relieved. As he made his way towards the bathroom with sleep still in his
pupils he pushed open the restroom door and darted for the bathroom stall. As
he pulled out his member from his joggers he heard a sound that caught his
attention. He held his bladder for a moment more as he listened to what sounded
like a person talking.
 
            “Jin…” he heard faintly and he instantly pulled his pants back up,
fear running through his body. He knew he was not supposed to be there but his
curiosity as always been stronger than his will. Yoongi crept out of the stall
and quietly closed the door behind him. He tiptoed closer to the familiar sauna
where the voice had come from and tried his best to peak inside the small
window. The fog from the steam made it hard to see but Yoongi could definitely
make out two bodies in the mist. One must be Jin but the other wasn’t quite
clear yet. Is Namjoon down here? Yoongi thought to himself. He must be.
           “Jin Hyung…not so hard.”
 
            Yoongi knew now who it was. Namjoon would never call Jin Hyung.
Yoongi observed the two silhouettes in the steam. Both had their back turned
towards him. One person clearly ramming into the other, who was slightly bent
over with their hand up against the wall. He could see the ‘top’ person
gripping the other’s hips aggressively as he jolted his hips violently into the
‘bottom’ person.
            “Hoseok be quiet!” Jin’s voice rang out as he thrusted harder into
the dark haired boy. Yoongi was shocked by what he was seeing. Jin clearly
obeyed the rules more than anyone else in the house. Why would he diligently
break them by having sex with Hoseok? It disgusted Yoongi. He wondered if Jin
was taking advantage of Hoseok’s vulnerable state and that made his blood boil.
Or maybe he’s finally cracked after having Namjoon beat him for so many nights
in a row, Yoongi thought. Either way, Yoongi couldn’t tear his eyes away from
the horrific scene that was playing out before his eyes. Jin was very rough,
slamming into Hoseok’s body with little to no sympathy. Hoseok cried out a few
more times but Jin stifled his cries by covering Hoeok’s mouth with his hand.
This isn’t right, Yoongi told himself. This isn’t right.
           Just as Yoongi’s subconscious screamed at him to leave. He noticed
Jin had stalled his movements and peered over his shoulder towards the small
window. It was so quick that Yoongi didn’t have enough time to register what
had happened as Jin came barreling out of the sauna, grabbing him by the
collar.
            “Did you enjoy the show Suga?” Jin spat, holding the small boy in
his grip. Yoongi tried to quickly come up with something as he frantically
tried to pull his shirt from Jin’s fuming clutch.
            “I’m...I’m sorry! I was just going to the bathroom and the
noises…they caught my attention. I didn’t see anything I swear!” Yoongi cried
as he continued to try and step away from Jin in his enraged state.
            “That’s right, you didn’t see anything…” Jin said in a low tone.
His eyes bore daggers into Yoongi’s pupils as the smaller boy still tried to
desperately free himself.
            “I didn’t! I swear!” Yoongi lied, as prayed Jin wouldn’t do
anything to him. Yoongi knew Jin could do something awful. He could plant lies
into Namjoon’s head and at this point Namjoon would believe anything Jin said
because Jin stopped two slaves from escaping a week ago. Jin feared that Yoongi
would tell Namjoon and that’s why he was aggressively threatening him. If
Namjoon found out about any of his slaves being promiscuous behind his back he
wouldn’t take it lightly.
           “I know you didn’t…I know you didn’t see a damn thing,” Jin spat as
he threw Yoongi to the floor. Yoongi watched as Jin turned on his heel and
walked back into the sauna where Hoseok was waiting, naked. Jin slammed the
sauna door behind him before continuing where they left off. Yoongi took it as
a sign, a warning sign. If Namjoon was to hear about any of this, Jin would
know directly who to blame. He shuffled to his feet before he scurried out of
the bathroom, his bladder still full. He quickly made his way back over to the
living room where he saw Tae’s body sitting up on the floor. Jimin’s arm was
now hanging off the couch as he continued to snore lightly in deep sleep.
            “You took quite some time in the restroom,” he chuckled as he
searched for something else to watch on the TV. Yoongi didn’t respond as he
walked back over to his position next to Tae.
            “Yeah, I had to um…you know,” He replied to him but it was just a
lie. Tae didn’t seem to be alarmed as he smiled and searched through the
channels. Yoongi turned to sit back down on the floor but as he did a sharp
object dug into the soft spot of his foot.
            “Ow..shit,” he exclaimed under his breath. Tae took notice and
looked up from his seated position. As Yoongi went to lift up the injured foot,
Tae and Yoongi both watched in anticipation at what had caused it. A little
green piece of plastic was stuck to the bottom on Yoongi’s heel. It was jagged
on one side and smooth on the other and it made both Tae and Yoongi gasp in
surprise. In the mist of this crazy place this was the one beacon of hope
reappearing before them in their time of need.
 
 
            “The key…”
 
 
***Thanks for reading! Chapter 17 is already in the works and I hope to have it
finished soon! Always I feel terrible for not updating but we’re 2/3 of the way
done with the story so I hope to finish in a timely manner! As always comments
are appreciated!***
***** "The key..." *****
Chapter: 17 “The key…”
 
            After turning the key in his palm Yoongi quickly enclosed it in his
fist as he heard the elevator chime.
            “6th floor.”
            A new security guard approached the three of them in the living
room, Jimin still lightly snoring on the couch.
            “Jin, Hoseok,” was all the man said as he stood intimidatingly
above them. Yoongi’s nerves heightened, as he remembered what he had seen in
the bathroom not even ten minutes earlier. Jin and Hoseok must still be in
there having sex. Maybe they’ll finally get caught and Jin will get what he
deserves, Yoongi thought to himself. His dreams shortly dissipated as he saw
the two figures emerge from the hallway that led from the bathroom.
            “What’s going on?” Jin asked nervously as if he had actually been
caught red handed. Hoseok stood behind, cowering slightly behind the eldest.
The security guard’s face did not change from his cold stare. He simply eyed
Jin with an almost suspicious glare and repeated the names again. 
            “Jin, Hoseok.”
 
            Yoongi watched as Jin and Hopie exchanged quick glances before
following the guard to the elevator to be taken to Namjoon’s suit. He made sure
to overt his eyes to the ground to avoid Jin’s wandering scowl. Although Yoongi
did not make eye contact he could still feel Jin’s eyes on him, burning a
threat into Yoongi’s skin. A threat that said ‘If you dare say anything…I’ll
kill you myself.’
            After the three of them had exited the floor, Tae got up to his
feet and started to briskly walk to the bedroom, leaving Yoongi and Jimin’s
sleeping body in the darkened living room. Yoongi glanced at Jimin’s sleeping
face and was slightly jealous of his ignorance for a brief moment. He wished it
were someone else that had caught Jin and Hoseok together instead of him. After
a few seconds Yoongi also made his way to the bedroom to find Tae. As he closed
the door behind him, leaving the two of the in privacy, he noticed Taehyung was
pacing back and forth in front of his bed.
           
            “Hey, what’s the matter?” Yoongi quickly asked, worry flooding his
tone. Tae stopped his foot movements instantly and looked over to the blond
boy.
            “This is our chance. We need to get it right this time. I’m not
dying here and neither are you,” Tae said sternly, lost in his racing thoughts.
Yoongi nodded as he walked over to Tae’s frantic frame. He opened his palm to
stare at the small plastic key and he noticed Tae was also looking in the
direction of his hand. All at once hope and hopelessness ran through Yoongi’s
mind and he let out a sigh of exacerbation.
            “It’s no use, we need a badge to even open the elevator door. We
wouldn’t be able to get in to even use this key.”
            Tae face was frozen in a stern manor. He seemed to be swallowing
what Yoongi had just said. Tae licked his lips and raised his arm to sit atop
his head as optimism also left his body. They stood in silence, thoughts
running through both their minds. They tried to find a loophole that would
allow them to use this newfound hope to flee but alas nothing came to mind.
Yoongi sighed as he sat down on Tae’s bed with his back facing the door, Tae
preferring to stand. He looked up at Tae’s chocolate brown eyes and couldn’t
help but notice how big they were currently and how warm they seemed. Yoongi
didn’t ever notice them much before but at that moment he seemed to get lost in
them. The way Tae’s irises swirled with honey brown tones mixed with just a
hint of green made Yoongi swoon and he secretly wanted to get lost in them
forever. He took notice of the boy’s frame in front of him. How Taehyung was
biting his bottom lip as he tried to devise some lengthy plan in his mind. How
he ran his hands through his chestnut brown hair. Yoongi knew he should stop
staring but he couldn’t. He was falling deep into the rabbit hole and he wasn’t
sure if he wasn’t to come back out. Tae’s voice broke him out of his trance as
he tried to recompose himself.
            “Yoongi?” Tae’s voice called out as he stared down at Yoongi
confused.
            “Huh?” Yoongi replied as he tried to hide the blush in his cheeks.
            “I asked you if you had ever seen where the guards keep their
badges on their body. Do they keep it in their pants pockets or in their
jackets?” Tae asked.
           
            Yoongi was so flustered as he tried to think. He was staring so
hard he didn’t even hear Tae ask the question. His mind ran through the times
he had been alone with the guards but he couldn’t remember ever seeing where
they kept their badges.
            “No, I can’t remember really even seeing the badge, it’s usually so
quick or the elevator doors are already open,” Yoongi responded as he tried to
will the blood in his face to disintegrate. Tae nodded in agreement, seeming to
come to the same conclusion as Yoongi.
            “I can’t remember either.”
            Tae brushed a hand through his hair again as he started to pace
once more. After another moment of silence where Yoongi just watched the brown
haired boy walk around, Tae suddenly plopped down on the opposing bed and
rested his elbows on his knees.
            “We need to get a badge,” Tae said as if it were so simple.
            “How are we going to do that?” Yoongi replied. Suddenly a voice
came from behind them and Yoongi and Taehyung shot their attention towards the
door.
            “I have a badge,” Jimin stated from jarred open door. Yoongi didn’t
know how long he had been listening in on their conversation but he instantly
froze in fear. Taehyung’s eyes had narrowed on the boy standing in the doorway
now. Jimin closed the door behind him and started to slowly make his way over
towards the other two boys in the room. Everyone was silent as he took his
final steps and stopped about three feet way from the edge of Tae’s bed.
            “Look I don’t know what you guys are up to but if you’re planning
another escape I want in,” Jimin said. His eyes were cautiously looking between
the both of them, looking for any sign of agreement. Tae face was still hard as
he stared at Jimin. He was clearly mad that the younger boy had intruded on
their private conversation and Yoongi knew at this point neither he nor Tae
trusted anyone else with their knowledge and secrets.
            “Why should we trust you? You’re going around spying on people, how
do we know you aren’t spying for Namjoon or Jin?” Tae said through hard cold
eyes. He was unforgiving at this point and Yoongi could tell he wasn’t happy
about this new issue they’ve acquired. Yoongi wasn’t sure what to make of it
but he thought Jimin might be a good asset to their escape. Maybe the three of
them could help each other. After all Jimin had been there three years and Tae
had only been there for six months. Jimin must know his way around much better
than they did.
            “You have every right not to trust me but I telling you the truth
when I say that I’m not working for anyone. I need to get out of here. I need
to find him,” Jimin said and Yoongi noticed the sadness in his eyes. Tae and
Yoongi knew about Jimin and Jungkook’s secret relationship but he didn’t know
if Jimin knew that they were aware of how much he loved the Maknae. The pain
displayed clearly on his face. Yoongi glanced at Tae’s face, which was still
fixed on Jimin’s.
            “He could help us,” Yoongi interjected. “He’s been outside these
walls freely and he knows more of this building then we do.” For the first time
since Jimin entered the room Tae let his gaze break away from the younger boy
and fix on Yoongi’s eyes. The warm chocolate brown irises had turned to an
almost dark brown now as Tae stared at him, trying to read his thoughts. After
a moment he finally gave in.
            “Fine, but if you pull any more shit like this I’ll tie you up and
leave you here for Namjoon to deal with,” Tae said coldly. Jimin nodded as he
agreed to the terms.
            “How did you come by this badge anyways?” Tae asked suspiciously
eyeing the raven-haired boy.
            “I took it from Namjoon’s room one night when he called for me.
There was a pile of them sitting inside a drawer and I knew he wouldn’t notice
is one was missing,” Jimin said while fidgeting with the helm of his shirt.
            “So why didn’t you leave already,” Yoongi asked, now the one
suspicious.
            “I tried, the elevator will open with the badge but you still need
the master key to be able to make the elevator run,” Jimin responded. Instantly
the three of them looked around at each other. Yoongi opened his palm to looked
at the small copy of the master key and the three of them immediately were
thinking the same thing.
            “Jimin grab the badge,” Tae said as he grabbed Yoongi’s wrist and
started to pull him in the direction of the elevator. Yoongi enjoyed the
feeling of Tae’s strong hands encircling his arm and he suppressed a smile as
they walked through the common space. Once they arrived at the silver doors
they waited for Jimin to bring the badge. As Jimin strolled up to them with the
small plastic card in his hand, Yoongi couldn’t help but hold his breath as
Jimin went to tap the badge to the card reader. Yoongi only released the breath
when he watched Jimin push the call button and saw that it illuminated with
ease. When the doors sprung open after a minute the girls voice sounded even
more angelic then before as she beckoned them into the elevator. Yoongi gave
the key to Tae who place it perfectly into the keyhole.
            “If it works, are we leaving tonight?” Yoongi asked, his nerves
starting to heighten. To his surprise Jimin was the one to respond to his
question.
            “No…I…I need to find something before we leave. Something my
parents left for me.”
            Tae and Yoongi both exchanged glances for a moment.
            “Do you know where it is?” Tae asked. Jimin shook his head.
            “I’ve been looking for it for three years but I don’t know where it
is.”
            “When was the last time you saw it?” Yoongi asked, trying to
brainstorm.
            “I had it in the backpack that I was brought here with but Namjoon
kept all my things since I been here,” Jimin replied. Yoongi knew Tae was
thinking the same thing he was and it was decided before they even spoke it.
            “I think I know where it might be,” Tae spoke out to the group.
“Jin and Hoseok just left not too long ago. We have a least an hour before
anyone will come back. I say we go up and try to find whatever you are looking
for and then we’ll discuss the best course of action on getting out of here
later,” Tae stated and the other two boys nodded in agreement. Yoongi watched
in anticipation as Tae turned the key and pressed the 8th floor button and the
three of them were elated to see that the button illuminated again showing them
that there was definitely a chance for escape once more.
            The boys rode up to the 8th floor in silence. Yoongi tried to wipe
his sweaty palms on his pants as the liquid pooled in his palm. Flashbacks of
the night Tae and him got caught flooded Yoongi’s memories. This ended badly
last time, he thought to himself in the wake of the silence. We need to be more
careful this time. When the doors opened Yoongi was slightly confused as to why
Tae had brought them to the security room with all the camera’s and not the
storage room where the boxes of personal items where stored.
            “Why are we on this floor?” Yoongi asked Tae as the three boys
stepped out into the dark room. The only light in the entire room was coming
from the glow of the multiple monitor screens on the wall.
            “I just wanted to check to make sure they were still in Namjoon’s
room,” Tae said, clearly talking about Jin and Hoseok.
            “Wow, I knew Namjoon had lots of camera, but I never knew the
extent of it,” Jimin stated, clearly in awe of the multiple screens that lay
before him. The three of them settled on the camera that showed Namjoon’s room
and watched the scene unfolding on the big four-post bed. Currently Jin and
Hoseok were both lying on their backs, side by side and Namjoon had his lips
tightly wrapped around Jin’s hard cock while his right had was jacking off
Hoseok who lay beside Jin. It was a different pace from the torturous sex he
was used to having with Namjoon and Yoongi was slightly jealous that they
seemed to be enjoying themselves.
            “Okay, we’ve still got a fair amount of time. Let’s hurry and get
back down,” Tae said and Yoongi and Jimin followed him when he started walking
back towards the elevator. Once they arrived on the 9th floor where the
familiar sight of the desk and piles of boxes came into view the boys
immediately started to search through everything. Boxes were being ripped open
and dumped on the floor as they looked for Jimin’s belongings. When the last
box Yoongi searched through came up empty he decided to search the other side
of the room.
            “What are we looking for exactly?” Tae asked out loud as he too
went in search of a different section.
            “I had a blue backpack with a laptop and some clothing inside,”
Jimin responded, searching through fairly large box in the corner of the room.
A few more minutes of searching through other boxes and Yoongi was starting to
think they wouldn’t find the bag amongst all the items stuffed in this large
floor. As he stood from the corner he was in, he noticed Tae was standing next
to the large desk that lay in the middle of the room. He seemed to be reading a
piece of paper and Yoongi’s curiosity got the best of him. He started to stroll
towards Taehyung and as he got closer to him he noticed the paper was one of
Namjoon’s many contracts. This one was marked with the very familiar red ‘X’
meaning the person was likely dead.
            “Whose contract is that?” Yoongi asked when he was about three feet
away from Tae. Tae looked up in shock as Yoongi closed the gap between them.
Without any warning Tae crashed his lips onto Yoongi’s mouth, closing the gap
indefinitely and running his hand along the nap on Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi was
stunned at the action. They had never kissed before and the intimate notion
took Yoongi off guard. For a moment his entire body froze from shock but as he
felt Taehyung’s soft lips move against his he couldn’t help but feel the
butterflies flood his stomach as his nostrils drunk in Tae’s intoxicating
scent. Yoongi’s eyes fluttered closed as he relinquished the taste of Taehyung
sweet lips. He was so caught up in the moment he didn’t even notice when Tae
crumpled up the contract and stuffed the paper into his pocket. After what
seemed like an eternity, Yoongi was the one to break the kiss leaving the two
men boy breathless and flushed. They stared at each other, confusion and lust
burning in both of their eyes.
            “What…what was that for?” Yoongi stammered out between heavy
breaths. Taehyung shook his head, trying to come up with words that would make
sense.
            “I don’t know…but I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Tae
stated, averting his eyes. This time Yoongi could see Tae’s face fill with heat
as well as his own. His body was felt tingly all over and he couldn’t deny that
he enjoyed that more than he wanted to admit. Before they could have any more
awkward conversation about the kiss that had just happened, Jimin’s voice rang
out behind them.
            “I found it!” he exclaimed and Tae and Yoongi headed over to him.
The raven-haired boy was digging through a blue backpack and indeed there was a
laptop as well as various articles of clothing. Jimin pulled out a necklace
that had two rings attached to it. He held it up as he stared at it. Clearly
they were wedding rings and Yoongi knew this was the item he had come back for.
            “Are they your parents rings?” Yoongi asked sympathetically. Jimin
nodded before placing them in his pocket.
            “They gave them to my brother and said we could sell them if we
needed money. They left us to work abroad since they couldn’t find work in
Korea. When Namjoon forced me to live here, my brother told me to hold on to
them just incase something happened to him,” Jimin said while searching through
the rest of his bag. Yoongi tried to concentrate on the words coming out of
Jimin’s mouth but all he could think about was the sting on his lips left by
Taehyung. Yoongi watched as Jimin proceeded to pull out a few more items. The
last two were a knife and a black handheld gun.
            “Why do you have weapons in your bag?” Tae asked in shock. Yoongi
could hear the suspicion rise in his tone again.
            “My brother told me to keep them as back up just incase Namjoon
decided to kill me instead of making me a slave. He wanted to be sure I had
protection,” Jimin answered. Yoongi couldn’t imagine Jimin holding a gun let a
shooting one. He didn’t seem like the type of person who could kill.
            “Well perfect, we are going to need these if we plan to get out of
here,” Tae said while gathering the items from the floor. “We need to get back
soon so that we can hide these.”
            Yoongi and Jimin didn’t need to say anything as they all started to
make their way back to the elevators. Yoongi’s head was still fuzzy from the
incident earlier. He tried to rack his brain around why Tae would randomly kiss
him. Why there? Why now? It all seemed so strange yet Yoongi was on cloud nine.
He wondered if this is what giddy schoolgirls felt like when their crush told
them they liked them. In an odd way Yoongi felt like he was a giddy teenager
but he also hated the fact that Tae made him feel that way. As they piled into
the elevator Yoongi looked out at the landscape of the Namjoon’s storage room
one last time. At the top of one of the boxes on the floor next to the desk he
noticed something that was silver in color. Something he thought was oddly
familiar. The doors started to close as Tae pushed the 6th floor button and the
sexy girl chimed that they would be going down.
            “Wait!” Yoongi yelled as he slipped past the closing doors and dove
for the silver item on top of the box.
            “Yoongi! What are you doing?” Tae screamed as he went to hold the
elevator door open. Yoongi didn’t reply. He ran back to the awaiting boys just
as fast with a rectangular square item in his hand.
            “I found the monitor.”
 
           
            When the three boys arrived the 6th floor they had already filled
Jimin in on the baby monitor and how it was placed in the security room. Yoongi
explained that this was how they had been getting around and how he used it the
night they tried to escape.
            “Ah, that’s how you guys almost escaped. Smart, I would of never
guessed to use one of these,” Jimin said as they entered the rooms. Tae hid the
gun and knife in hole that he had made in the side of his mattress.
            “What else don’t I know about you,” Jimin asked as he saw Tae put
the weapons away.
            “A lot,” Tae responded coldly. The monitor was currently dead so
they searched for the charger in Tae’s drawer. After it had charged for a bit
the clock on Tae’s nightstand read 9:00pm and the three boys anxiously waited
for the screen to turn on. When it finally did come to life, Tae started to
show Jimin how to zoom in on all the rooms. Namjoon was currently cuddled up
with Hoseok on one side and Jin on the other. Both had their heads resting on
Namjoon’s chest and he was affectionately rubbing both of their backs. Yoongi
was so confused. Namjoon’s mood swings were getting worse as the days went on.
Sometimes he was nice to them and other days he beat them until they could
barely stand. He was definitely unstable to say the least.
           
            Yoongi was tired but he wasn’t ready for bed. He told the two boys
he was going to take a bath and headed to his dresser to grab a towel and his
pajamas. Though he did want to enjoy a bath, that wasn’t the reason he sought
solitude at that moment. Being back in Namjoon’s storage room reminded him that
he still didn’t know why he was there in the first place. Everyone in the house
had a story and most had contracts but he had neither and he didn’t know why.
Jin was poor and worked in a brothel until Namjoon purchased him. Jungkook’s
previous owners owed Namjoon money and Kookie was taken after he murdered them.
Jimin’s brother was robbed and lost Namjoon’s shipment, eventually taking Jimin
as interest payment. Hoseok came willingly to help take care of his family.
Taehyung was caught up in a bad case of gang rivalry and was all but forced to
come live here with partner who died not so long ago. Yoongi forgot about it
from time to time with all the crazy things that have happened since he has
been in the penthouse but Jimin finding his parents keepsakes only reminded him
that he had a family out there and they were probably worried sick about him.
Maybe they aren’t, maybe they’ve forgotten about you,he thought to himself.
Either way he needed to get out of this place as soon as possible and he needed
to go see them.
 
            When Yoongi arrived the bathroom he immediately went to fill up the
large Jacuzzi tub with bubbles and hot water, favoring to turn the jets on this
time. Once he stripped down to his boxers, he decided to sit on the edge of the
tub and look out the massive glass window that peered out into the city
skyscrapers. He tried to push out the emotions of missing his family out of his
head but he couldn’t. He decided that since he was alone, there was no use in
holding in the tears anymore. He let them flow silently out from his eyes and
felt them as they hit his cheeks.
            Eomma.
 
           “Yoon…” A voice from behind he said and he turned around, startled
to see Tae standing behind the tub. Yoongi frowned as he saw the boy standing
behind him. All his emotions hit even harder in that moment as he looked into
Tae’s alarmed eyes.
            “Yoongi what’s wrong?” Tae asked, concern and worry filling up his
tone. He walked around the large tub and went to stand in front of the blond
boy. Yoongi couldn’t speak. His throat felt like he had swallowed a large ball
and couldn’t swallow it down. He just continued to sniffle as he looked up at
Tae from his seated position. Tae went to sit next to him, putting one foot
into the water and one foot outside the tub so that he could sit down facing
Yoongi’s direction. Tae wrapped his arms around the crying boy, pulling him
into his embrace tightly and hushing his sobs.
            “Shhh it’s okay, whatever it is we don’t have to talk about,” Tae
said in a soothing voice. He rocked the boy back and forth in his arms, letting
Yoongi rest his head against his chest.
            “I miss her,” Yoongi whispered, hurt evident in his voice. He
longed to his sister but even more his mother.
            “I know,” Tae cooed but he didn’t say anything else after that. He
let Yoongi cry out the rest of his tears until there wasn’t anything left.
            “Come, you’re bath will get cold soon if you don’t get in,” Tae
said, gesturing for Yoongi to climb in. The blond nodded, sliding his boxers
off of his hips.
            “Will you stay with me?’ Yoongi asked in a quiet voice, too raspy
from crying. Tae rubbed his back soothingly before responding.
            “Of course.”
 
            The two of them slipped into the steamy hot water. Yoongi turned
off the jets even though Tae insisted he keep them on.
            “It’s okay, I don’t want you to be itchy,” Yoongi replied
remembering that Tae didn’t like them on. They sat on opposite sides just as
they had done prior and both relaxed into the hot steamy suds.
            “I’m sorry about earlier,” Tae said suddenly. At first Yoongi
didn’t know what he was talking about but he quickly realized he must have been
talking about the kiss they shared. Yoongi started to blush as the butterflies
came rushing back to his belly.
            “Don’t be…I…I enjoyed it,” Yoongi said as he looked down at the
water below him. He couldn’t believe that Taehyung could make him feel this
way. A man was making him blush and feel like a lost puppy. He didn’t quite
understand it and maybe it was the effect of being in a stressful environment
such as the one they were in but he couldn’t stop himself from craving Tae. He
craved his touch, his body and now his lips. Tae’s eyes were burning a hole in
Yoongi. He watched as Tae licked his lips sensually, his gaze never breaking as
he moved closer to Yoongi. When their bodies and faces were a foot apart, Tae
looked down to Yoongi’s lips before speaking in a low husky voice.
            “I want you,” Tae said and Yoongi felt every hair on the back of
his neck stand up. He stared into Tae’s warm honey eyes as he tried to steady
his breathing, feeling his heart rate instantly start to pick up. He could
smell Tae’s unique scent billowing off of him and it sent Yoongi into a trance
as it whisked around him. He was under his spell and he couldn’t pull away this
time.
            “Kiss me,” Yoongi whispered and Tae took no time filling the space
in between them. Tae planted his soft lips onto Yoongi’s awaiting mouth, moving
together in perfect harmony. Yoongi almost moaned instantly at the contact.
Having Tae plant his lips on his body yesterday during their training session
was amazing but it was nothing compared to kissing Tae’s lips with his own. It
was like eating ice cream on a hot day or sitting in a hot tub in the dead of
winter. It was hot and cold and just perfect at the same time. Tae ran his
hands through Yoongi’s hair, his other hand roaming his neck and collarbone.
Yoongi was enjoying Tae’s soft finger pads gliding over his heated skin. He
broke the kiss and tilted his head back to rest on the back of the Jacuzzi. Tae
took the opportunity to devoir at Yoongi’s neck, sucking ever so lightly at the
exposed skin. Yoongi wanted Tae, wanted him so badly. He had never wanted
someone more in his life. His body was craving to be ravished by Tae and he
also wanted to kiss ever orifice of Tae’s body as well.
            “Tae…” Yoongi moaned when he felt Taehyung’s hand snake down to
already growing member under the surface of the water. His strong fingers
wrapped around his dick so firmly that Yoongi had to bite his lip to stifle
more moans.
            “Tell me what you want,” Tae whispered into his ear while stroking
his cock slowly and firmly.
            “You,” Yoongi barely got out. He was withering underneath Tae’s
touch and he mind wouldn’t let him think clearly as he body continued to be
tingle under Tae’s hands. Tae collided their lips together more aggressively
this time and Yoongi reached his arms up to pull Tae in closer. His fingers
didn’t know what they were searching for but they were longing for any sort of
contact they could find. Tae shifted them in the tub so that Yoongi was sitting
on top on Tae’s body, straddling his hips. It was still awkward for Yoongi to
be on top of another man but the thought left his mind quickly as Tae’s strong
arms enclosed around his waist and his lips found their place once more on
Yoongi’s mouth. Without knowing Yoongi had started to grind down on Tae’s
hardening cock below him, his member searching for contact and friction. Tae
started to grind up to meet Yoongi’s thrusts, his hands gliding back over
Yoongi’s bare butt and squeezing at the soft flesh. Yoongi looked down at him
underneath his frame. Tae eyes were fixed on him, glued in a trance and he was
biting his lower lip in a way that made Yoongi shiver. Tae moved his lips
closer to Yoongi’s torso, kissing at the soft skin of his chest and sucking
firm notches into his skin. Yoongi closed his eyes and just enjoyed the moment,
Tae running his mouth and hands along his body and drinking in the sweet scent
of their environment.
            “I want to return the favor from earlier but I also want to try
something with you,” Tae said suddenly. Yoongi looked down at Tae, almost
getting lost in his intense gaze again. He nodded an approval and he felt Tae’s
hands start to drift on his backside. Instantly Yoongi regretted saying yes. He
felt Tae’s long fingers start to glide down the opening of his ass cheek and a
moment later Tae’s finger brushed up against the opening of Yoongi’s entrance.
A shiver ran own his spine as skilled fingers massaged the sensitive spot but
it still wasn’t something Yoongi was used to. He remembered Namjoon doing
something similar to him in the pool locker room but at that time it had made
him feel uncomfortable and gross. Yoongi tried to distance the two memories and
continued to let Tae do whatever he wanted, trusting him with his body.
            “If you don’t like something at any point just tell me and I’ll
stop okay?” Tae said, obviously noticing how Yoongi tensed up immediately.
Yoongi nodded down at Tae and he kept his eyes shut as he tried to enjoy the
sensation. Tae continued to stroked Yoongi’s now fully hard cock, feeling all
the ridges and veins in his palm. Yoongi’s chest was caving in and out as he
breathing picked up. He bucked up into Tae’s fist as he now enjoyed his hole
being massaged fully. It was an odd concept to him but the sensitive area
definitely felt good after he got over the initial shock.
            “I’m going to enter you now okay?” Tae said calmly. Yoongi opened
his eyes to stare down at Tae beneath him. He didn’t understand why Tae had to
take it any further than he already was. He was perfectly okay with what was
happening right now but nonetheless he trusted him and nodded in response to
the brown haired boy. If Tae wanted to do things to Yoongi’s body, Yoongi was
more than happy to let him. He braced himself for Tae to enter, letting out a
shaky breath before feeling a finger enter him. Yoongi winced slightly at the
slight stretch. Just as Namjoon had done to him on a previous night when he had
had sex with him for the first time. Tae worked a finger into his opening but
he was much more gentle than Namjoon. Tae’s long finger worked its way deep
into Yoongi’s body trying to find something specific, Yoongi’s spot.
            “Is it okay?” Tae asked nervously as his finger stilled for a
moment inside Yoongi. Yoongi let out a shaky breath as he tried to get used to
the sensation of something foreign inside him. It didn’t hurt like it did with
Namjoon. The slight stretching sensation was gone before he knew it and he
could fee Tae start to move his finger again, gliding up against that sensitive
spot inside of him.
            “Feel that? That’s your prostate. If you rub it just right it can
give you amazing orgasms.” Tae said as he continued to jack Yoongi off at the
same time. Yoongi felt the muscles in his groin start to tighten and he knew
his body was responding to Tae’s fingers in his ass.
            “I…I like it,” Yoongi stuttered out as Tae started to pull his
finger out almost all the way and shove it back in, hitting his prostate as
hard as he could. Yoongi’s body jolted intensely as he moaned out loud.
Suddenly he realized what they were doing. They had forgotten about the cameras
and weren’t hiding in the safety of the sauna any even.
            “Tae! He’s going to see us! We need to stop,” Yoongi exclaimed as
he looked down at Tae’s face. Tae didn’t seem to care as he shoved his finger
back into Yoongi’s backside causing a ripple of pleasure to run through
Yoongi’s body again.
            “I don’t care anymore. I only care about taking care of you,” Tae
replied which could have well been the sexiest thing Yoongi had ever heard in
his life. Yoongi crashed his mouth down on Tae’s lips again, running his tongue
over his and letting them dance together inside their mouths. He instinctively
tried to grind down on Tae’s hand, wanted to making his finger go deeper inside
of him.
            “I want another one,” Yoongi begged as he practically rode Tae’s
hand. Tae pulled out his index finger and Yoongi wined at the loss of contact.
Tae brought his middle finger to his mouth, sucking on his while staring at
Yoongi. He made sure to get extra moisture on it before bringing his hand back
to Yoongi’s entrance.
            “This will sting a bit more,” Tae warned. Yoongi nodded.
            “I know,’ he responded and collapsed his chest against Tae’s firm
body. He wrapped his arms around Tae’s neck and rested his head on the side of
his shoulder. Tae rubbed his back gently as he lined both of his fingers up
with Yoongi’s puckered hole.
            “Ready?” Tae asked, not wanting to rush Yoongi. The blond boy
nodded as he stuck his nose into the crook of Tae’s neck. Tae slowly pushed the
two fingers into Yoongi’s entrance, earning a moan from Yoongi’s lips. It
wasn’t exactly pleasurable just yet but Tae was so gentle and so slow that the
burn felt nothing compared to the pain he felt with Namjoon. Once Tae got both
of his fingers all the way in Yoongi’s body he stilled and continued to rub
Yoongi’s back in a comforting motion.
            “Let me know when you’re ready,” Tae stated and Yoongi let a small
‘okay’ fall past his lips. The burn was subsiding faster than before. Yoongi
suddenly felt the need to grind down on Tae’s hand once more, needing to feel
him inside him.
            “Go ahead,” Yoongi said into Tae’s neck. His hot breath warming
Tae’s skin and Tae instantly let out a soft whimper. Tae pulled his fingers out
slowly before moving them back in at the same tempo. He crocked his fingers so
that they would line up once again with Yoongi’s prostate, earning soft cries
from Yoongi’s lips.
            “Oh my God that feels amazing,” Yoongi cried out as Tae picked up
his pace. Yoongi need more, his orgasm was approaching again and his stomach
muscles were contracting making his entrance tighten around Tae’s fingers.
            “Come for me,” Tae said while picking up his pace and snaking his
hand back in-between their bodies. This time Tae grabbed both their cocks and
were stroking them together in his hand.
            “Fuck…faster Tae,” Yoongi moaned breathless. Immediately Tae obeyed
and moved his fingers in and out of Yoongi at double the pace. All the
sensations around him were pushing him over the edge and all he wanted to do
was be closer to Taehyung in any way possible. The burn was long gone from his
backside and all Yoongi could feel was blissful pleasure radiating from deep
within. Yoongi was trembling in other boy’s arms. Tae was hitting his prostate
dead on with every penetration and it was perfectly in sync with his strokes on
their cocks. Yoongi was in heaven and he didn’t want to come back down to
reality.
            “I’m…I’m almost there,” Yoongi gasped as he moaned louder with ever
thrust. Tae was also getting more vocal as he neared his climax as well. He
watched Yoongi’s face as he neared his peak, relishing how sexy he was in his
embrace.
            “You’re stunning,” Tae sputtered out and it caught Yoongi by
surprise. He looked down at Tae after the comment and couldn’t help but smile
as planted a lustful kiss on his lips again.
            “You’re even more stunning,” Yoongi replied. They continued to make
out as they neared their climax. Yoongi’s moans were way louder than ever but
he couldn’t hold them back anymore. He felt the build up inside him and one
more stroke against his prostate and Yoongi was cumming in Tae’s hand. White
liquid poured onto Tae’s fist, adding a sticky substance to his strokes. The
sight of Yoongi spilling everything onto his cock sent Tae overboard and he
soon came quickly after Yoongi, adding to the sticky mess between their bodies.
Their moans filled the air and until they were both spent down to the last
drop. When they were done, Tae removed his fingers from inside Yoongi and
Yoongi laid his head against Tae’s chest. They stayed breathing hard like that
for a few minutes until Yoongi glanced at the clock.        
            “Shit, it’s 10:00pm. We need to get back to the room,” Yoongi
stated. Tae grabbed Yoong’s neck pulling him down for one last passionate kiss.
            “Okay, let’s get cleaned up.”
           
 
            After showering and changing into PJ’s, Yoongi and Tae made their
way back to the room where Jimin was watching the monitor from inside Tae’s big
over sized book that he used to hide it previously.
            “Any news on the others?” Tae asked Jimin as they made their way
back over to their beds.
            “The three of them are asleep in Namjoon’s room so I don’t think
they’re coming back down tonight,” Jimin replied while scrolling on the
monitor. Yoongi walked over to his bed and plopped down on his silky sheets. He
suddenly realized that Jimin was looking at the security cameras for the last
hour and his cheeks started to burn with embarrassment. Well if he doesn’t ask,
then I won’t tell, Yoongi thought to himself. Just as Yoongi went to cover his
body up with the blanket, a loud gasp could be heard from Jimin’s mouth.
            “What is it?” Tae asked concerned. When Jimin didn’t answer both
Yoongi and Tae looked at one another before jumping out of bed and running to
see what Jimin had found on the security cameras. Upon looking over Jimin’s
should Tae and Yoongi could see what had him gasping. On the first floor right
by where Freddy the security guard stood were two men holding a limp body. They
were waiting for the penthouse elevators to open but from this angle the three
boys could not see who it was. The frame was smaller and Yoongi knew exactly
what everyone was thinking. As the doors opened, the two men hauled the
lifeless body into the elevator and pushed the button to go up.
            “Quick, find the camera inside the elevator!” Tae exclaimed and
Jimin nervously zoomed out and tried to find the next camera.
            “There that one, zoom in,” Tae said frantically. As soon as Jimin
pulled up the camera that was inside the elevator, there was a moment of
silence as the three of them saw the face of a beat of boy who was clearly
unconscious in the guard’s arms. Yoongi was the only one who mustered to say
anything.
 
            “Oh my God…Jungkook…”
 
 
 
 
 
 
***I’m so sorry for not updating for two weeks. It’s been busy plus on top of
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Chapter Notes
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Chapter: 18: “Oh my God…Jungkook…”
 
            Yoongi stood next to Jimin and Tae as their eyes were glued to the
monitor screen. They all stared at Jungkook’s unconscious body dangling in the
arms of the two huge security guards, limp as a wet noodle. Jimin couldn’t even
speak as he watched his lover’s body hang lifeless in the elevator. Yoongi
noticed his panic-stricken expression as the elevator rose closer to the 6th
floor. He tried to search for something to say, anything, but nothing came to
mind. After a second Yoongi glanced over nervously at Tae, looking for a sign
that would help him figure out what to do.
            “This is bad,” Tae said after a moment. “This is really bad.”
            Yoongi observed the group in the elevator once more. He was trying
to rack his brain for solutions but his mind was blanker than ever.
            “What do we do?” Yoongi almost whispered, the fear for the Maknae
setting in.
            “What can we do?” Tae said, almost defeated. There was silence
again before Jimin finally spoke up.
            “We can’t do anything.”
            Yoongi looked down to Jimin in surprise. That was the last thing he
expected to hear Jimin say. He expected him to suggest a thousand things all at
once but never nothing. Yoongi bit his lip as his fight or flight instincts
kicked into high gear. He couldn’t believe he was about to suggest the abrasive
thought in his head but he was trying to think quickly on his feet and they
didn’t have much time left. As Yoongi saw the inside elevator pass the 4th
floor he knew they would reach their destination soon.
            “We can try to fight our way out,” Yoongi proposed, seeing no other
way out of the situation. Surely Namjoon will execute Jungkook in front of the
group of boys, just like he did with Taehyung’s partner. Yoongi also knew Jimin
would never stand for it and in the end more lives might be terminated tonight.
They would all end of being killed once they attacked their owner.
            Yoongi’s heart was beating out of his ears as he waited for a
response from the other two. He glanced back between both of their beady dark
eyes and held his breath waiting for someone to speak.
            “No…” Jimin responded without looking up from the monitor.
            “We’ll find another way.”
 
 
            Jimin didn’t put the monitor away until he was sure that the
security guards were bringing Jungkook up to the dorm room floor. Once they saw
the 6th floor light up inside the elevator, Jimin rushed to put the monitor
back inside the big book and shoved it into Tae’s bedside drawer. The three of
them bolted in their silk pajamas to the common space, waiting for the guards
to emerge with Kookie’s body.
            “6th floor.”
 
            Yoongi watched as the two men with stern faces exited on to the
floor, sliding Jungkook’s feet across the marble. Jimin was the first to run
towards the Maknae’s limp frame but as he approached the guard’s abrasive tone
made him halt before he could even touch Jungkook’s face.
            “Back up,” the guard said in a threatening tone.
            “Is he okay?! Does he need to go to the hospital?!” Jimin said, all
but pleading with the large man.
            “It’s not your concern,” the guard replied, clearly not caring that
Jimin was anxious to check on him. He squinted his eyes down at Jimin, telling
him to back off with his demeanor. The three of them stood side by side, a few
feet away from the two guards. Yoongi was starting to regret not taking the
opportunity to try taking the guards on. With only two of them they could have
attempted to kill them and escape with Jungkook but now that plan was out the
window. The moment felt like forever as they waited to see what the guards had
in store. Suddenly a phone could be heard ringing from one of the guard’s
pockets. It was the one on the left hand side that hadn’t spoken yet. Yoongi
nervously watched him dig the phone out and answer it swiftly.
            “Yes, yes we have him here on the 6th floor,” he stated to whom
Yoongi could only assume was Namjoon. He glanced over at Jimin and Taehyung,
both of them cold and frozen in place as they felt their own nerves crash
through their bodies. Tae glanced slightly back at Yoongi, fear glazing over
his eyes just slightly as they all waited for Namjoon to arrive. Yoongi
observed Tae tugging at the helm of his shirt after the guard hung up. Its
seemed liked a nervous habit he had as his glazed over expression caught
Yoongi’s eye. Tae seemed to be looking off into the distance, remembering
something. Yoongi secretly wondered if he was thinking of Choi Seung Hyun.
            Yoongi’s mind snapped back into existence when the elevator chimed
again and he instantly felt like he couldn’t breath. He watch Namjoon step out
from the dark shadows first, followed closely by Hoseok and Jin at his heels.
Hoseok and Jin took no time falling in line next to Yoongi and the rest as they
all witnessed Namjoon walk up to the Maknae’s body.
            “Where did you find him,” Namjoon asked, crouching down to touch
Jungkook’s wet bloody cheek. A small wine escaped Jungkook’s lips as he did and
Yoongi could almost feel the anxiety emanate out of Jimin’s figure.
            “He had gone to the police station next to Chinatown to report you
to the authorities. He told them you had kidnapped a bunch of people and were
holding them as prisoners,” The guard said. Namjoon’s smirk could be seen by
all the people in the room and Yoongi’s insides started to twist into knots.
            “Is that so?” Namjoon purred as he looked at the unconscious boy.
Suddenly he intertwined his fingers into the Maknae’s hair and yanked his head
up to look him dead in the face. A cry poured out of Jungkook’s mouth as he
winced in pain, waking up from his slight coma.
            “What the fuck were you thinking huh?!” Namjoon yelled, yanking the
boy’s head around to wake him up more. It was the first time Yoongi had seen
the Maknae’s eyes open at all but they shut just as quickly as he winced in
pain.
            “You fucking idiot! I gave you everything you could ever wish to
hope for and this is how you repay me?! Did you really think I wouldn’t be
smart enough to pay off the cops? I have the entire city working for me!”
Namjoon screamed and Yoongi’s heart broke into to pieces as he watched the
Jungkook struggle against the blond man’s tight grasp.
            “I’m…I’m sorry master!” Jungkook tried to stutter out. His body
looked to be in so much pain as he quivered under Namjoon’s grip.
            “I’m sorry, please forgive me,” Jungkook cried, tears starting to
stain his already bloody checks. The youngest could barely open his swollen
eyes to look at Namjoon and Yoongi started to observe the tight fists Jimin was
balling at his sides.
            “Oh, I have no doubt that you’re sorry little one,” Namjoon stated
through clenched teeth. “I know you’re definitely sorry…but rules are rules and
I know you knew the rules better than anyone else.”
 
            At the last sentence Yoongi’s stomach started to turn sour. He
didn’t like where this was going. He was praying for a miracle in his head but
it seemed no miracles were going to happen today. Namjoon was furious and if
Yoongi learned anything at all while living here it was that Namjoon always got
his way. If he didn’t he would make you pay for it, one way or another. Yoongi
willed his lungs to continue to supply oxygen to his brain as he felt the
slight dizziness come on. He was biting his lip so hard he thought he would
draw blood soon. I can go back for the gun, I can shoot all three of them and
run for it right now, Yoongi thought to himself but as he observed the guns in
holders on the security guards sides he knew he was no match for their
quickness and skill. They would all leave together or they would all die
together, there didn’t seem to be any other way. As Yoongi scanned Hoseok and
Jin’s faces out of the corner of his eye, he was surprised to see both of them
wide eyed in fear. Concern and worry filled their pupils as the also seemed
familiar with the arrangement that was set before them.
            Kookie was whimpering as he hung in the clutches of the two men.
Namjoon was glaring down at him, looking for answers in his broken figure.
Answers that would explain to him why Jungkook betrayed him and turned on him
so suddenly.
            “Why?” Namjoon asked through gritted teeth. When Jungkook didn’t
answer Namjoon quickly wrapped his hand around the Maknae’s throat, squeezing
with all his might to block his airflow. Jungkook started to choke and gasp for
air and Yoongi instantly saw Jimin take a few steps forward before a guard
pulled out his gun to point it at him. Namjoon chuckled as he looked at Jimin
over his shoulder.
            “Jimin don’t do anything stupid,” Namjoon said with an evil grin
spreading across his lips.
            “You promised,” Jimin said coldly, tears threatening to fall but
his voice didn’t waiver. Namjoon only laughed again.
            “He broke the rules Jimin. There’s nothing I can do,” Namjoon said
flatly. When the tall blond finally released his grip on Kookie’s throat,
Jungkook’s head fell back down as he gasped for air violently. Yoongi’s anger
was starting to fill his whole body as he continued to search his brain for an
escape plan that could work at that very moment. The last thing he wanted to
see was Jimin lose his lover before they even had a chance to come up with a
plan. From the corner of his eyes Yoongi could see Tae’s hardening face as
Namjoon tormented Jungkook. Yoongi knew he couldn’t live through another
execution. Taehyung had had enough.
            As Jungkook regained his breathing, the group watched in horror as
Namjoon pulled out something from the back of his pants. It was as if time had
stopped suddenly as Yoongi watched him pull out a coal dark handgun and press
the cold metal to Jungkook’s forehead. Yoongi couldn’t take in any more air.
His body was paralyzed, struck by fear as he watched the younger boy look up at
Namjoon. He started to cry as the gun was held in between his eyes, shaking
from dread.
            “Master please don’t! Please…don’t do this!” Jimin begged as he
stepped closer to the lot.
            “Don’t get any closer or you’ll join him,” the guard said as he
repointed his gun at Jimin. Yoongi could see his tears falling freely now.
Jimin’s last reserve was gone and he couldn’t hold them back anymore. The only
person he loved was about to be taken from him and Yoongi couldn’t bear to
watch.
            “Ma..master…please, forgive me. I’ll ne..never do it again,”
Jungkook stammered out as the tears continued to flow down his bruised face.
            “How do I know that Jungkook? You already betrayed me once, I don’t
think it’s smart to let you do it again,” Namjoon replied. His face was cold
but Yoongi couldn’t help but noticed reluctance in his voice. Namjoon continued
to hold the gun to Jungkook’s head, his breathing calm. Yoongi also observed
sniffles now coming from his left side and noticed that Hoseok had tears in his
eyes. It seemed that even though Hoseok and Kookie had been on bad terms, no
one really wanted to see his demise. Jin’s face was as cold as ice as he
watched the scene unfold. Yoongi only assumed that even though he was mean and
cruel, Jin still never wanted this for Jungkook. After all, Jungkook and Jin
had spent many years together in the house as the longest running slaves. They
were both together when Yoongi woke up for the first time in the penthouse and
he could only imagine that Jin must care for the Maknae deep down inside.
            “I’m…I’m sorry…I’m sorry, please!” Jungkook cried, struggling to
move his face away from the cold barrel of the gun. Namjoon eyed the smaller
boy while seeming to contemplate what to do. On one hand he had promised if
they told him information on the Maknae’s whereabouts he wouldn’t hurt him upon
his return. On the other hand, Namjoon didn’t take being made a fool lightly
and his anger was clouding his judgment at the moment.
            Suddenly Jimin finished closing the gap between him and Namjoon and
he got down on his knees next to the blond man’s legs.
            “Master please!” Jimin cried out clutching onto Namjoon’s leg.
“Kill me instead if you want but please, let him live!” Jimin pleaded, all his
pride vanishing from his body as he tried to protect the Maknae. Namjoon’s
blood started to boil in the chaos of the room. He glowered at Jimin at his
heel and brought his other foot up to kick him in the side.
            “Get off!” Namjoon spat “Or I’ll take you first before him.” Jimin
whimpered on the ground, clutching his ribs in pain. Yoongi’s body instantly
jerked as the anger increased in his gut, he couldn’t believe what was
happening in front of him. Yoongi tried to keep his breathing steady but his
adrenaline was rushing through his veins, telling him to get ready for
anything. Taehyung had already moved closer to Yoongi’s side making sure he
watched over him incase all hell broke lose. At the sight of Jimin on the
floor, Jungkook started to cry harder.
            “Master…” Jungkook whined, his eyes searching Namjoon’s for any
sign of compassion. Namjoon pressed the gun harder to Jungkook’s forhead,
sneering in the process. Yoongi knew this was it. Everyone in this room had
already experienced Namjoon kill a slave not to long ago and they knew he was
going do it again.
            “I’m sorry Jungkook, rules are rules,” Namjoon stated, the gun
still held out to Kookie. Jimin jumped up to remove the gun from Kookie’s head
but he was tackled by one of the guards who pinned him down on the marble floor
before throwing a few punches at him to get him to stop moving. Yoongi couldn’t
bear to watch. He felt helpless in the moment, like a coward. His world was
spinning and he felt like he wasn’t going to throw up at any second. He had
never been so on edge before. Ever fiber of his body was tingling and
heightened and he was sensitive to everything around him. Jimin continued to
plead and struggle against the guard and Hoseok was now heaving heavily as he
watched the scene before them. Namjoon’s face was callous and harsh. The stress
that plagued his expression was not one Yoongi had seen before. It was as if he
was trying to convince himself to pull the trigger.
            “No! No!” Jimin’s voice came screaming from underneath the guard.
Hoseok’s sobs were getting mixed in with Jungkook’s weeping and Namjoon’s veins
were starting to pop out of his neck. Yoongi let the burning tears fall from
his eyes as he turned to bury his face in the crock of Taehyung’s neck. He
instantly felt Tae’s strong hands wrap around his body as he hid his face from
the horrific act before them. He could hear Namjoon cock the bullets into place
before speaking to the youngest.
            “I’m sorry Jungkook,” Namjoon whispered and the moment of silence
after seemed to last forever. Yoongi clutched onto Tae tighter, waiting for the
gun to go off. Waiting to hear the verification that Jungkook had been
murdered. He sobbed lightly as he held on to the warm boy, hoping it would be
quick and painless for the Maknae. He held his breathe as the sounds of the
room swirled together in a sick symphony, waiting for the conductor to end the
song.
 
            But there was no gunshot. There was no trigger pulled. Yoongi’s
ears perked up suddenly as he heard Jin’s strong voice call out to Namjoon.
            “Joon…” Jin said and Yoongi turned to see what was happening. Jin
strolled over to Namjoon, knowing well that it was not his place to speak out
at this time. Yoongi could see the fear and hesitation in his actions as he
placed his hand on Namjoon’s arm, trying to hint for him to put down the gun.
            “Joon, don’t do this,” Jin said shakily, looking into Namjoon’s
eyes. Yoongi didn’t know if Namjoon would respond well but the silence was a
hint that Namjoon was fighting his eternal battle. Without out warning Namjoon
took the gun from Kookie’s head and placed it on Jin’s temple while wrapping
his free hand around his throat. The moment was even longer than before as
everyone stared at the two in the common space. Jin didn’t even blink as his
gazed was locked on Namjoon’s eyes. He seemed to be trying to plead with his
gaze but all Yoongi could see was the rage in Namjoon’s eyes and he wondered if
Namjoon would retaliate. Seconds flew by before Namjoon spoke again.
            “Take him to my room and handcuff him to the bed,” Namjoon said
through gritted teeth while throwing Jin down to the floor. He crouched over
Jin’s body on the marble as he whispered in a harsh tone.
 
            “Don’t ever interfere again…”
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            That night Yoongi couldn’t sleep. He laid in bed staring at the
ceiling in the wake of the events of the night. Namjoon had almost killed
Kookie, almost ended his life right there in front of everyone and he couldn’t
get over the look in his eyes. It scared Yoongi to death. We need to figure out
are plans as soon as possible,he thought to himself. There is no way we can
stay here even one week.
            But they did, they were forced to resume their lives in the
penthouse as if none of that had happened. Jimin would never leave without
Jungkook and Yoongi didn’t expect him too. One thing they knew was that they
all had to stick together. A week had gone by and no progress was made in their
escape plans. All the boys aside from Jungkook were back to cleaning the entire
penthouse now that the Maknae had been retrieved. However only Jin was allowed
to leave and get groceries so everyday he was gone for some time doing errands.
At night Hoseok and Jin still spent their time alone together, secluding
themselves from the other three boys. It seemed they liked no one else but each
other. Jin’s jealousy had started to grow again as he dealt with Jungkook being
alone with Namjoon for the majority of the week. Even though Namjoon had
threatened Jin with a gun, it didn’t stop the high ranked slave from wanting to
be around his Master any less. Yoongi noticed the sex between Hoseok and Jin
had become more frequent as the days rolled on where Namjoon did not call upon
either of them. In fact he didn’t call on any of them the entire week and
Yoongi could only image the torture he was putting Jungkook through.
           
            Jimin never detached himself from the monitor, which he carried
around with him 24/7 inside the oversized book. When Yoongi asked for updates
on the Kookie Jimin simply replied with, ‘He’s sleeping’ or ‘Namjoon’s with
him’. The smaller blond boy could tell it killed Jimin to watch the youngest
get tormented.        On a previous night hidden away from Jin and Hoseok, the
three of them had tried to discuss any possible ways of getting Kookie out of
there. It all came down to the same thing; they would have to kill someone to
truly escape. The guards, Freddy, Namjoon…it was the only way. Jimin talked
about the set up of the building below the penthouse. He had stated it was a
hotel with about 30 floors and it had staircases running down both ends of the
building but Namjoon had made sure no staircases were built in the penthouse.
He wanted the elevator to be the sole way in and out. The golden elevators that
Yoongi had taken to find Tae in the basement were the only exit unless they
wanted to jump out of a window. In a tall Seoul skyscraper, that was suicide.
 
            On Sunday afternoon Tae had followed Yoongi down to the movie room
to watch something on the big screen. They laid in the big couch bed together,
Yoongi resting his head on Tae’s chest. As the movie played they both enjoyed
the silence of the room, away from all the chaos and people. Jimin stated he
was going to workout for a bit, favoring that than sitting alone with his
thoughts. As Yoongi snuggled up to Tae, feeling Tayhyung’s warm hands sliding
up the back of his shirt, he couldn’t help but relinquish the moment of peace
and calmness. He lifted his chin, facing Tae’s direction and silently stared
into his eyes.
            “What is it?” Tae asked concerned. He sat up briefly while locking
his gaze with Yoongi’s. The blond just shook his head.         
            “Nothing, I just wish I could live in this moment forever,” Yoongi
replied drinking in Tae’s scent. Tae smiled down at him, placing a soft tender
kiss on his pink lips.
            “I promise when we get out of here we’ll be able to be like this
forever,” Tae responded. Yoongi’s heart fluttered a bit. He didn’t realize that
he hadn’t thought of what it would be like if they actually escaped. He had
always assumed everyone would go their separate ways and move on with their
lives. He stared up at Tae’s soft demeanor, wanting to take a mental image of
him to keep forever. How did this happen? He thought. How did WE happen? Tae
was observing him with a curious look as he let a grin play on his lips.
            “What are you thinking about down there?” Tae asked while running
his thumb along the curve of Yoongi’s jaw. Yoongi turned his face to place his
lips against Tae’s hand.
            “I was thinking about how much I’d like that…”
           
            They hadn’t shared any intimate moment since the night Jungkook
came back. Too much stress was in the air during the week for them to come
together but now Yoongi could feel a familiar yearning in his body. Tae seemed
to notice and he took the opportunity to lay Yoongi down on the couch bed and
proceeded to kiss him passionately. Yoongi felt Tae’s hand ride up his shirt,
feeling his body as their lips devoured one another’s. Yoongi’s cock had
already become painfully hard underneath his pants and he whined as he sought
friction. He grabbed Tae’s wrists and placed it on his growing member, excited
when Tae immediately started to rub him through his clothing.
            “Mmm baby, you’re so hard,” Tae growled in Yoongi’s ear. The blond
started to grind his hips towards Tae’s roaming palm. A heated moan escaped his
mouth when Taehyung had submerged his hand fully into his pants to wrap around
his shaft.
            “I love when you touch me,” Yoongi whispered as he started to mewl.
He couldn’t lie anymore. He wanted Tae all the time, any time of the day or
night. In Yoongi’s eyes, he was perfect. The shape of his jaw, the intensity of
his eyes, his soft lushes lips. Yoongi wanted it all and he wanted to give Tae
all of him. He wasn’t sure how Tae felt about him entirely, whether or not it
was purely physical or if there was an emotional connection for Tae too. Yoongi
didn’t even know if he felt an emotional connection for him but all he knew was
their bodies were like magnets. Two opposites attracting so intensely, he
didn’t want it to ever end.
            Tae had pulled Yoongi’s shirt over his head and was starting to
trail kisses down his body all the way down to the budge in his pants.
            “Lift your hips,” Tae said to boy below and Yoongi eagerly obliged,
watching his erection spring free. Tae wasted no time continuing to stroke
Yoongi at a painfully slow pace, darting his tongue out to run along the soft
skin on Yoongi’s testicles. The blond let his had fall back as he took in all
the sensations at once. Tae was running swirls over his thighs and dipping
lower towards his entrance. Yoongi didn’t stop the gasps as they slipped out.
He went to gently intertwine his hands into Tae’s hair, guiding him around his
genitals.
            “Mmmm Tae,” he cried as propped his head up to look down at Tae’s
beautiful physique. Tae took the opportunity to glance up at him without taking
his mouth off of Yoongi’s soft thigh. Suddenly Yoongi felt a sharp pain
radiating out of the flesh and he yelped at the sensation of Tae’s teeth
nibbling at his warm skin. Yoongi went to stroke his hard cock as he peered
down at Tae who’s tongue was now traveling lower underneath his balls. His body
was tingling all over as the brown haired boy explored his area with his mouth.
            “Lay down,” Tae commanded and as Yoongi followed he pushed both of
his knees to his chest and held them in place as he went to dive back down. A
warm tongue ran across Yoongi’s entrance and it made him wail out loud in
shock.
            “What are you doing?!” He exclaimed as Tae held him in the awkward
position.
            “I’m tasting you,” Tae responded. “Lay back down.” Yoongi
reluctantly conformed, feeling the warm tongue dart out again and skate across
his pulsing hole. The tongue danced around, making wet swirls at his backside
and making his ring pucker. He stopped fighting it when he realized that Tae’s
tongue running along his ass felt 100 times better than his fingers did. As
Yoongi started to pant louder and louder, Tae started to press his tongue in
harder.
            “You like that?” Tae asked seductively before plunging his tongue
back down into Yoongi’s hole. The blond was starting to whither underneath
Tae’s strong grip but he didn’t let him relax for a moment as he continued to
ravish and taste him. When Yoongi’s moans told Tae that he was screaming for
more, Tae removed his mouth from the sloppy entrance and engulfed Yoongi’s cock
into his hot mouth. After a moment, Yoongi felt the familiar burning sensation
of Tae’s finger prodding at his puckered hole, asking for permission. As Yoongi
felt the finger dive deeper into his body, Tae let him relax one leg but kept
the other firmly in place up by his chest. Yoongi felt his throbbing cock as
Tae graciously sucked on it. His lips were like a vacuum, pulling up with such
force and then slamming back down until his cock hit the back of his throat.
            “Oh my..G..” Yoongi chocked out, starting to buck his hips up into
Tae’s slippery mouth. Quickly after that Tae’s hand fell from under Yoongi’s
lifted leg and went to hold his hips down.
            “Slow down baby or you’ll cum too fast,” Tae cooed. Yoongi felt
Tae’s finger crook towards his belly as Tae searched for his spot. The second
he hits it Yoongi’s entire body shuddered from the sensation, making him cry
out again. After another few moments of Tae sucking slowly on his hard length,
Yoongi could feel his orgasm building in his stomach. He didn’t want to cum
just yet before he got a chance to pleasure Tae.
            “I want to help you too,” Yoongi said innocently as he peered down
at Taehyung. Tae removed his lips from Yoongi’s dick with a ‘pop’ and Yoongi
eyes rolled in the back of his head from arousal.
            “Oh do you now?” Tae said while peering into Yoongi’s eyes. The
blond started to blush slightly before he nodded his head.
            “Come here,” Tae said and he motioned for Yoongi to get up. Tae
removed his clothes quickly and Yoongi proceeded to take off his as well. Tae
turned Yoongi around; making him lay on top of his body but at the opposite
way.
            “Have you ever 69’d before?” Tae asked and Yoongi looked
embarrassed as he shook his head.
            “It’s okay, its fun! Feel free to explore while you’re down there,”
Tae said and Yoongi didn’t quite know what he meant. As he hovered over Tae’s
frame on all fours he tried to push the embarrassment away from his head and
focus only on pleasing Tae. Before Yoongi could even wrap his lips around Tae’s
hard member he felt a finger again circle his entrance before pushing back in
to his body. His shuddered as Tae found his prostate instantly and it wasn’t
long before Tae was adding another digit to the fill him up. As Yoongi bent his
head down to take in Taehyung’s member, he moaned around the thick shaft as Tae
also placed his lips back on the head of his penis. Yoongi was melting into
Tae, enjoying every moment of their two bodies pleasing each other. He never
knew sex could feel this way or be this amazing before. He was surrendering to
him and he didn’t care a bit. A thought crossed his mind as he felt Tae’s
fingers pull in and out of his wet hole. Would Tae like this? He does it to me
and I like it? Maybe that’s what he meant by ‘explore’. Yoongi suddenly got the
courage to move his hand between Tae’s thighs, moving to find the entrance of
his hole. He started to massage at the opening, just as Tae had done and when
Taehyung moaned around his cock it almost sent Yoongi right over the edge. Tae
opened his legs further, welcoming Yoongi in to discover further. After some
time he pushed his digit in all the way to the knuckle, earning a jolt from
Tae.
            “Baby, not so fast. Remember you have to go slow in that area,” Tae
said. Yoongi looked back mortified, spilling apologies to him.
            “I’m sorry! I’m..”
            “It’s okay,” Tae chuckled, nothing I can’t handle, just…take your
time.”
 
            Yoongi nodded before he tried again. This time when he pressed into
Tae he lingered longer at the entrance, sliding in slowly while listening to
Tae’s moans of approval. They both continued to please each other, bobbing
their heads on each other cocks and massaging deeper inside their bodies.
Yoongi desperately was trying to find the spot that Tae had easily found in him
but it took him some time to manure just right. Once Yoongi added pressure to
the back wall he heard Tae exclaim that he had in fact found it.
            “Ah right there, keep doing that Yoon,” Tae grunted as his hips
started to slam slightly into Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi really couldn’t
concentrate as his body started to shake from his awaiting orgasm. Tae was
working his fingers just right inside of him and Tae’s mouth was sucking on his
cock so hard that he started to choke for air.
            “I’m so close,” Yoongi whimpered as he subconsciously slammed his
ass back on Tae’s hand, making him hit his spot dead on. He tried to continue
to please Tae at the same time but his concentration was becoming weak. Tae
moved his free hand to rest on the back of Yoongi’s neck, using it for leverage
to fuck his mouth slightly as he neared his orgasm as well. The last thing
Yoongi heard were the sweet sounds of Taehyung crying out his name before he
knew he was done for. His body was warm all over as his stomach muscles
clenched at the same time. He moaned around Tae’s cock once more, reverberating
his orgasm as he felt his load shoot out of his cock and into Tae’s throat.
Yoongi couldn’t see straight as his dick pulsed in Taeyung’s mouth. His legs
could barley keep him up, shaking every time Tae would suck his dick back into
his mouth. Yoongi decided to double time and stroke Tae’s member in time with
his mouth. He loved hearing Tae and was trying to make the other cum not far
behind him. Tae’s purrs were like an orchestra that was sinfully playing a dark
melody in his head. He sucked as hard as he could on the firm member, swirling
his tongue on the head ever now and then and crocking his fingers up towards
Tae’s abdomen.
            “Oh fuck Yoongi, fuc…I’m..” Tae’s voice trailed off as Yoongi
tasted the white creamy load enter his mouth. He swallowed it all graciously,
never stopping until Tae’s body had stilled from shaking. He licked his lips,
tasting the sweet taste of Tae’s cum in his mouth before he turned around to
face him. Tae pulled Yoongi down aggressively for a kiss, swirling each other’s
flavor on their tongues, leaving no barriers between them. Yoongi closed his
eyes, enjoying the tastes combining into one in their mouths. When the broke
apart they were both breathless and Yoongi was captivated by the dark gaze in
Taehyung’s pupils.
            “The movie’s over, lets get dressed,” Tae stated, one last kiss on
the cheek satisfying him. As Yoongi pulled on his clothes, the blush in his
face could not be hidden.
 
 
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            At dinnertime the boys were all to report to the 5th floor for
their meal every night. Jin was back to making breakfast and dinner everyday,
sometimes lunch if they were lucky. Tonight Jin had mad a simple dinner of
fried meats and rice. The smells still made Yoongi’s mouth water as he waited
for Jin to finish the last of the preparations in the kitchen. Hoseok was
helping him set up plates and silverware while Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung sat
in silence at the table. Jimin had the book next to him, which held the
monitor, sitting to the right side of his plate. He brought it with him
everywhere he went, keeping tabs on the Maknae and making sure he was safe. Tae
also gave Jimin the task of checking the entire penthouse to make sure nothing
odd or strange was happening. Since Kookie had come back, all seemed to be back
to normal. Jungkook wasn’t allowed to eat dinner with the rest of them still.
As far as Jimin could see he stayed locked up in Namjoon’s room all day and all
night. Yoongi wasn’t surprised; it was practically the same thing that happened
to Tae when Namjoon locked him in the basement.
            Hoseok came back over with a plate of meat. He wasn’t exactly back
to his old self ever since his mother died, but Yoongi could tell he was trying
more and more each day to get back to the Hopie he once was.
            “Mmmm I can’t wait to dig in Hyung!” Hoseok exclaimed, a smile
widening across his face. He didn’t even fight with Jimin any longer ever since
the night Jungkook came back. It seemed everyone in the house was willing to
put their differences aside in the wake of the near death experience, at least
for now.
 
            “Ok, everything is finished, everyone dig in,” Jin said as he
placed the last dish on the table. Everyone waited for Jin to serve himself
first before they plated their dishes as well. Just as everyone was about to
dig in, a familiar voice rang out letting them know a person was exiting the
elevator.
            “5th floor.”
 
            Surprised, all the boys turned their heads towards the sound and
frowned as they saw the tall figure of Namjoon walk over to the long table.
Just like before, all the boys including Yoongi stood up from their seats to
great him.
            “Annyeong Master,” they all said in unison.
            “Well good evening,” Namjoon said with a smirk. It seemed to Yoongi
that the nice Namjoon had left the building and the sadistic one was back to
replace him for now. Just as they all went to sit down Namjoon started to cough
violently out of nowhere. When he did not stop Jin rushed to the kitchen to
grab him a large cup of water.
            “Jagia! Are you okay? Are you catching a cold?” Jin asked in a tone
fit for a wife. He reached to place the back of his hand against Namjoon’s
forehead before the tall blonde quickly slapped it away. On the back of the
hand that Namjoon was using to cover his mouth, Yoongi spotted the small specks
of blood that had suddenly emerged there. He’s coughing up blood?
            Namjoon quickly wiped the little blood that was there on his jeans
before anyone else could notice.
            “I’m fine. I thought it would be nice to join you guys for dinner
since my schedule isn’t busy tonight,” Namjoon said while taking a seat at the
head of the table.
            “Oh of course!” Jin sang out and he rushed to grab one more plate.
As Namjoon nestled into the chair all the boys were staring at him from their
places. Yoongi didn’t know how to feel but he knew that he always hated being
in Namjoon’s presence.
            “Tell me, did everyone had a good day?” Namjoon asked and everyone
said ‘Yes Master’ together.
            “Jiminshi, what are you reading there?” Namjoon asked, looking at
the rather large book next to Jimin’s plate. Fear spiked in Yoongi’s body and
he prayed Jimin would come up with a good lie.
            “Um….it’s just an old book,” Jimin stated, clearly having no clue
what to say.
            “An old book huh, what’s the tittle?” Namjoon asked curiously.
Jimin pursed his lips together as he feared the worst; he was about to get
caught.
            “It doesn’t one. There’s nothing written on the cover,” Jimin
replied, earning an eye raise from Namjoon.
            “Oh? What’s it about then,” The blond question and Yoongi knew he
was starting to get suspicious. Tae’s face from across the table was also stern
as he listened to Jimin try to stammer out of his lie.
            “Um…it’s…it’s about a guy who falls in love with a girl and goes
away to the military. Umm…when he returns he’s girl is already married to
another man,..lea..leaving..him..um…”
           
            Yoongi wanted to kick Jimin under the table for not being prepared.
If you were going to bring it around with you all the time, have something
ready!he thought. Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Jimin.
            “May I see it?” Namjoon asked, reaching out his hand. Jimin looked
nervously at Namjoon’s palm and then back down to the large book that was
currently hiding all their secrets. When he didn’t respond Namjoon instantly
turned cold. He eyed Jimin with accusation now, finding his story suspicious.
            “Now Jimin!” he barked, still holding out his hand and Jimin
flinched. He looked more scared than ever and he had every right to be. As
Yoongi looked around the room he realized there was no way for them to get out
of it this time. Namjoon was so close to murdering Kookie a week ago and he was
still on a rampage. Tae’s face from across the table was also nervous as the
entire table watched Jimin slowly reach for the large book and pick it up. It
was a slow motion movie moving at half the speed but twice the tempo. Yoongi’s
wheels were turning, he was hoping for something to distract Namjoon. A phone
call? A plate breaking? Even…even…
 
            “Tell me right now why you brought me to this house,” Yoongi belted
out suddenly. His eyes were narrow and made to look intimidating but deep down
inside he was scared to death. Namjoon’s eyes turned from Jimin’s face to
Yoongi’s quicker than even he expected. Namjoon’s glare was like daggers in
Yoongi’s eyeballs and his stare burned a little bit in his chest. He instantly
felt threatened by Namjoon as the rest of the room turned their attention to
him.
            “Excuse me Suga?” Namjoon said, his words dripping with venom.
            “You heard me, tell me right now why you brought me to this God
forsaken place!” Yoongi snarled back. Tae looked as if he wanted to kill both
Yoongi and Jimin in that moment. Namjoon simply glared at Yoongi now, the book
long forgotten from his mind. Yoongi wanted to distract Namjoon but at the same
time that question had been burned on his brain since the day he woke up here
and it had never even been attested to.
            “Who said you could speak to me that way,” Namjoon said in a
dangerous tone. Yoongi’s eyes narrowed. On the outside he didn’t want to show
any weakness but in the inside he was shaking in his skin.
            “Who said you were allowed to kidnap people and hold them against
their will?” Yoongi said matter-of-factly. Namjoon’s pitch was threatening the
next time he spoke.
            “This is not something I’d like to discuss over dinner,” Namjoon
said through gritted teeth.
            “I don’t care what you want!” Yoongi screamed out now. “Tell me why
I’m here!”
            A swift kick was felt on Yoongi’s shin and he snapped back to
reality, looking across the table at Jimin and Taehyung. In that moment he
couldn’t tell which person had done it but he couldn’t stop now.
            There was an eerie silence that hovered over their heads as Namjoon
and Yoongi scowled at each other. For a moment Yoongi feared Namjoon was pull a
pistol on him and just take him out before ever explaining anything. Before he
could finish he thought, Namjoon’s cell phone rang and he picked it up rather
aggressively.
            “Not now!” Namjoon bellowed as he hung up the phone. Not even two
seconds later his phone rang again.
            “I said not now!”
            Namjoon turned his attention back to Yoongi now as he put his phone
on silent mode. He got up from his chair slowly and made his way over to
Yoongi’s seat peering down at him.
            “Okay Suga, shall we go and discuss your predicament?” Namjoon
spat, clearly agitated and angry with Yoongi’s out lash.
            “We can do it here,” Yoongi said, not backing down. Namjoon laughed
a bit as he stared at him.
            “I don’t think so.”
            Before Yoongi could blink Namjoon had him by the collar and was
dragging him out of his chair.
            “Yoongi!” Jimin barely spoke as he stood up but didn’t interfere
with his Master. Tae’s face was in pure horror as he watched Yoongi get dragged
away.
            “Get off!” Yoongi screamed as he struggled but he already knew he
had provoked the beast too much. He was going to get what he deserved and he
wasn’t afraid to admit he was terrified. He watched as the mortified eyes of
all the boys followed him to the elevator. Before Namjoon had even pushed the
button to call the elevator, the doors slide open and a hysterical security
guard fell out gasping for air. He seemed as if he was running for a while and
he was frantically trying to tell Namjoon something. As the security guard
stuttered to get words out, Namjoon again lost his patience.
            “Spit it out already!” the tall blond yelled as he waited to see
what the guard wanted to say. He had come all the way up here just to find him
so Yoongi knew whatever it was had to be very important, if not dire. The man
was sweating and it only took Yoongi five more seconds to realize he had been
shot and was bleeding from his torso.
 
            “Jackson’s men are here. We’re under attack…”
 
 
 
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Chapter 19: “Jackson’s men are here. We’re under attack…”
 
            Time stilled for a moment as Namjoon held Yoongi in his grasp. The
security guard who was shot was now hunched over with one hand resting against
the wall for support, the other hand clutching the gunshot wound in his
stomach. All the boys slowly gathered around them to see what all the commotion
was about but the severity of the situation was still unknown to them.
            “How many of them are there?” Namjoon asked as he released his grip
on the smaller blonde’s collar. Yoongi hit the floor with a loud thud against
the hard cold marble but he didn’t dare move as he listened to the
conversation. The security guard had his eyes closed as he winced in pain,
trying to find words.
            “At least fifty, if not more,” he responded. Yoongi’s eyes darted
back to see Namjoon’s reaction but he already knew that this was a very serious
situation. Whoever this ‘Jackson’ guy was, Namjoon must be afraid of him.
            “Jyun take them down to the bucker, I’ll grab Jungkook and meet you
down there as soon as I can,” Namjoon said as he pulled out his cell phone and
proceeded to text something on it. Yoongi felt Jimin’s hands on him now,
helping him off the floor.
            “I’ve already started to drain the water, hurry, we don’t have
time!” Namjoon yelled and started to usher all of them into the small elevator.
Yoongi looked back at Tae whose face was as hard as a rock. He didn’t know what
to think of the situation but he was starting to feel the cold chill of danger
on the horizon.
            “Tae?” Yoongi whispered, seeming to ask him a question. Tae glanced
at Yoongi’s face, studying the features closely before responding.
            “It’s okay, stay close to me,” Tae said under his breath, just loud
enough for the two of them to hear.
            Moments earlier Namjoon was close to letting Yoongi have it. Yoongi
wouldn’t have been surprised if Namjoon took him back to his suite and beat the
daylights out of him but now their attention has been shifted. Nerves were
heightened all around and Yoongi realized he had never once seen the look of
fear in Namjoon’s eyes like he did now.
            They piled into the small space, all eight of them including the
bleeding guard who seemed to losing more blood than before. His body was
slumped against the side of the wall; blood spilling and smearing on the full-
length mirrors. Yoongi watched Namjoon insert his black key into the elevator
hole before pressing the fourth floor button. As the elevator doors closed the
silence that filled the room became even heavier as the boys started to ponder
on what was happening.
            “Who’s Jackson?” Jin’s voice spoke out after a moment. Yoongi could
tell that the name truly puzzled the older boy and if the situation wasn’t so
uncertain, Yoongi might even say he heard a hint of jealousy in his voice.
            “I’ll explain everything later, right now we need to get down to
the bunker before he finds us,” Namjoon said harshly. It was one of those
moments again where Yoongi was totally confused by the tall blond man. He had
gone from almost ripping him apart to sounding like a caring Master in less
then ten minutes. As Tae grabbed Yoongi’s hand, his thumb rubbing in a soothing
motion, Yoongi knew that the important thing to think of now was their safety
and not whether Namjoon was being genuine. He let his eyes wander back to Tae’s
eyes, taking in the hazel nut and gold color swirling together in his iris.
Yoongi couldn’t help but think that if those eyes were to disappear he would
miss them terribly….always.
            The elevator stopped at the fourth floor and when the doors opened
the smell of chlorine hit them like a stack of bricks. As the group stepped out
onto the pool deck it was impossible not to notice the slight change in the
room. Yoongi peered down at the large pool only to notice that more than two
thirds of the pool water had been drained and was currently still draining at
an alarming rate. He could see the floor of the shallow end easily but there
was still a good six feet of water in the twelve-foot deep end. Yoongi was
perplexed as to why Namjoon had brought them to the pool. The many times he had
cleaned the fourth floor he couldn’t recall any place or door that could lead
to any secret bunker.
            “Jin, take them down there and don’t come back out. Not even for
me,” Namjoon said firmly. Jin had a look of pure sadness in his face. He looked
as if he was ready to refuse at any moment as his eyes started to glaze over
with un-fallen tears. He nodded his head before for wrapping his arms around
Namjoon’s neck, seeming to hold on with all his might. Namjoon took the
courtesy to wrap his arms around Jin’s waist, letting the slave savor the
moment.
            “Please come back,” Jin whispered, unable to say anything else.
Yoongi watched Jin plant a very quick but steady kiss on Namjoon’s lips before
he climbed down into the pool, his feet landing lightly on the floor of the
shallow end. Hoseok followed suit, not knowing what else to do. Yoongi watched
as they walked down the side of the pool, the ground descending at a decline.
Once they reached about half way down their feet started to trudge in water up
to their ankles and they both had stopped suddenly at a particular part in the
wall. As Yoongi watched from above Jin seemed to have stopped at a small cut
out in the wall. From the side Yoongi couldn’t see it well but it did seem to
resemble a doorway of some sort. The group watched Jin look up once more,
making eye contact with Namjoon, before disappearing into the wall, Hoseok
vanishing behind him.
            “Go on, I don’t have much time and I still need to get Jungkook,”
Namjoon said through pressed lips. Stress played on his facial features as he
spoke to the rest of the group but no one budged an inch.
            “I’m going with you,” Jimin said, his face ice cold. Yoongi could
tell that it wasn’t up for debate. He wanted to make sure his lover was also
safe and he wasn’t going to leave it up to Namjoon to do that.
            “Where Jimin goes, we go,” Tae said next, his face baring a
threatening look. Namjoon glanced between all three boys, scanning for any sign
of weakness in their eyes.
            “Fine but I’m not being held responsible if you die,” Namjoon spat
as he turned to walk back into the elevator. Yoongi could hear the defeat in
voice but his statement still had a trace of hurt in it. When the four of them
retuned to the elevator they were met with the guards body collapsed over on
the floor, his head resting against the glass with his eyes peacefully shut.
Namjoon went to check the pulse in his neck retracting instantly after a few
seconds.
            “Shit!” he stammered as he looked at the dead corpse. He again
stuck the key in the keyhole and pushed the 7th floor button as fast as he
could, beads of sweat starting to pool at his temple. The elevator seemed to
move at half the pace now as they climbed back up to Namjoon’s suite. All three
boys were staring at Namjoon and Namjoon was staring back at them.
            “What?!” Namjoon stammered out after moment, clearly irritated with
all the stares.
            “When we get back you owe Yoongi an explanation,” Tae said with a
cold voice. His eyes were narrowed on the Namjoon’s face and Yoongi almost
thought he was going to kill him with his own eyes.
            “You don’t call the shots around he Taehyung,” Namjoon said through
gritted teeth. “You should be thanking me right now, I could totally leave you
out for them to find and trust me, they aren’t as forgiving as I am.”
            Yoongi didn’t know how Tae’s expression could harden even more but
it did. If Yoongi were touching Tae’s body right he would probably be able to
feel Tae’s torso vibrating in anger.
            “You don’t deserve our gratitude, we don’t want any of your
hospitality,” Tae said, the bitterness in his voice were daggers at the tall
blond man.
            “I guess we’ll just had to see,” Namjoon said, ice cold pupil
bearing into them. The elevator stopped at the 7th floor and Namjoon was the
first to take his leave.
            “Wait here and hold the elevator or else we won’t be able to get
back down, I’ll grab him,” Namjoon said as he stormed down the hall.
            “I’m coming with you,” Jimin wailed as he followed without
permission. Once they were alone Tae grabbed Yoongi’s face and pressed his warm
lips to Yoongi’s cold ones, mixture of lust and fear causing the heat between
them. Lust because the fire between them refused to burn out and fear because
they dreaded the fact that they may not be able to touch like this again. As
Yoongi felt Tae’s lips glide over his in a heated waltz he couldn’t help but
run his fingers roughly under his shirt, searching for contact at any bend.
Tae’s soft skin under his fingertips was warm and inviting, Yoongi couldn’t
bring himself to let go. A moment later Tae ripped his lips from Yoongi’s,
causing him to pull forward in search of them again. Searching as if they were
the missing piece to his puzzle called life and without him he would never be
complete.
            “Yoongi…I have something important to tell you,” Tae said suddenly,
holding Yoongi’s arms firmly at his sides. Yoongi stopped his movements and
focused his attention on Taehyung. Tae nervously licked his lips before
dropping his gaze. Yoongi was confused as he waited to hear what Tae had to
say.
            “What is it?” Yoongi asked curiously, observing the other boy.
Taehyung locked his eyes with Yoongi’s once more, fear and anxiety floating in
his pupils.
            “I…I…” Tae stuttered out but as he went to further his words
Namjoon and Jimin came back dragging a very sleepy Jungkook behind them.
            “What’s going on?” the Maknae wined as Jimin tugged his arm into
the elevator.
            “We don’t have time to explain right now but we need to get down to
the bunker,” Namjoon explained.
            “Bunker?” Jungkook’s voice rang out, clearly confused. No one
answered him as they waited for Namjoon to press the button to go down. Yoongi
observed Taehyung’s averted eyes. He wasn’t making eye contact with him,
instead choosing to avoid his gaze as his unsaid words hung over Yoongi’s head.
When Namjoon finally twisted the key once more it was then that Yoongi watched
Taehyung reach out and press the 6th floor button at the same time that Namjoon
pressed the 4th.
            “What the hell are you doing!” Namjoon screamed as he turned to
Tae.
            “I need to get something,” Tae answered unapologetically. Namjoon
only gritted his teeth more as he glowered.
            “You better hurry the fuck up!”
 
           
            “6th floor.”
 
            Once the elevator stopped on the dorm room floor Tae bolted out of
the elevator and Yoongi decided he would follow him just incase he needed
anything. Once they both were in the safety of the room Yoongi asked him what
he was doing.
            “What are you looking for?”
            Tae continued to move around the room. He pulled off the bed sheets
on his bed and went to retrieve the weapons in the hole he’d made in the side
of his mattress. Upon watching Tae gathering items Yoongi remembered that he
had kept the picture of his family in his knight stand. As flung open the top
draw to retrieve the picture the face of his mother stopped him in his tracks
as he stared down at the only memory he had of his family. He felt a glimmer of
hope that he might be able to see them soon seeing as Namjoon’s empire was
crumbling. He turned back around and shoved the picture deep into his pants
pocket, happy that he didn’t forget it. As Tae finished collecting the weapons
including the spare key and badge, he tossed the knife at Yoongi from across
the room and motioned for them to leave.
            “Let’s go,” he called out to Yoongi as he started to walk back
towards the door. Yoongi followed close behind, only barely noticing the small
wade of paper Taehyung stuffed into his pocket as he flung open the door and
ran back towards the elevator.
 
            Once all of the boys were back in the mirror-covered elevator,
Namjoon reluctantly pushed the doors to closed to go down to the original
destination on the 4th floor. Jungkook’s eyes were wide, staring down at the
guard’s dead body on the floor as it lay in a pool of blood.
            “What’s going on Master?” Kookie cried as Jimin protectively rubbed
mini circles on his back. Namjoon didn’t turn around to face the lot as he
replied.
            “I’ll explain everything when were safely inside, until then keep
your eyes vigilant.”
            As Yoongi shoved the knife into his back pocket, he noticed Namjoon
starting to text something again on his phone, pressing buttons on the touch
screen that Yoongi could not see. When the group had arrived the pool once
more, the strong stench of the chlorine burning their nostrils. Yoongi noticed
that the pool water had risen quite a bit since they had dropped of Jin and
Hoseok. Namjoon must have been refilling the pool, Yoongi thought.
            “Hurry, get down to the opening and get inside!” Namjoon yelled as
the water started crashing back in to hide the secret entrance. Jimin took the
lead, jumping down into the shallow end, which now had an inch layer of water
covering it. Kookie, Yoongi and Tae all plopped down after and they started to
make their way down the descending pool floor, their shoes splashing in the
water as the liquid rose around their calves. Once they’d reached the cut out
in the middle of the pool the water was nearly up to their chests as they
followed Jimin through the hallowed doorway that would disappear soon. There
was still water in the hallway as they walked down it and Yoongi almost felt as
if they would drown right there if the water rose any higher. It was dark and
hard to see below the surface of the water. Yoongi held on to Tae’s shoulder as
they continued to walk further down the entrance.
            “Where are we going?” Yoongi asked nervously as he felt the water
reach his shoulders. The water continued to rise at an alarming rate and once
they reached the end of the hallway, about ten steps from the entrance, they
were met with a solid wall.
            “How do we get in?” Jimin exclaimed as his hands started to feel
around for a handle or knob. The water now reached to Yoongi’s chin as they
frantically searched for the entrance.
            “Move Jimin, let me see,” Tae said anxiously. The water would be
over their heads soon and even though they could all swim, the anxiety was
making it hard for them to think straight. Yoongi watched Tae feel around on
the wall just as Jimin had done moments ago. He didn’t seem to get any farther
than Jimin did though.
            “I don’t know how to open it,” Tae said, panic started to rise in
his vocals.
            “Hurry, I can’t swim very well!” Kookie cried, already stepping on
his tiptoes and using Jimin as an anchor. The water was now almost touching
Yoongi’s lips and there was still no sign of Namjoon behind them.
            “Tae! Hurry!” Yoongi pleaded; dread setting into all the boys as
the water rose higher and higher. Suddenly Tae dived underneath the water,
submerging fully below the surface.
            “What’s he doing?” Jimin asked alarmed. No one could answer really
as they stuck their noses to the ceiling to relinquish the air. They only had
about a foot and a half between their heads on the top and as the water height
climbed Yoongi could feel his feet starting to float from the bottom. Tae
resurfaced gasping for air and the four of them were now free floating in the
pool water.
            “Did you find it?” Jungkook asked, voice in fright. Tae shook his
head, spilling water onto Yoongi’s face.
            “Let’s just go back out!” Jimin screamed over the sound of the
water slashing around them.
            “No, it will be impossible to hold our breaths and swim back down.
Just… hold on,” Tae said before he dove back down under the surface of the
water. They were now one foot away from the ceiling, floating up with the water
and Yoongi was starting to panic as his feet dangled below him. In the distance
he could hear the faint sound of popping as he shot a nervous glance towards
Kookie and Jimin.
            “Are those gun shots?” Jimin asked nervously.
            “I don’t know,” Yoongi replied as he placed a hand on the now close
ceiling. Danger was now closer than ever and with the gunshots above there was
no way they were going back now. The air was diminishing around them and Yoongi
decided he could no long wait. He grabbed a lung full of air and dived down to
the bottom of the narrow hallway, squinting in the dark to find Tae. To
Yoongi’s horror he found the brown haired boy, tugging on what looked to be his
on pant leg, seeming to be caught on something. He swam down to Tae, reaching
both hands around his waist and tugging as hard as he could. Tae’s body did not
move so Yoongi maneuvered to hold his feet on the wall in front of them.
Tugging again as hard as he could, Yoongi tried to push of the wall with his
legs but to his remorse nothing happened again. When Tae did not budge Yoongi
thought it was pointless to keep trying. His lungs were screaming for air and
he could only image that Tae need oxygen more than he did. Yoongi suddenly
remembered the knife that lay in his back pocket and reached back to retrieve
it, his lungs now gasping for air. Taehying’s body was starting to go limp,
life draining from it fast as he ran out of oxygen. Yoongi fought to see in the
dark water as he reached for the cloth where it seemed to be stuck and started
to cut the material. He desperately wanted to suck in air but he wouldn’t let
Tae die right under him. After cutting the pant leg off completely Tae’s body
start to float freely and Yoongi kicked his feet off from the ground, pulling
himself and Tae up to the surface with speed.
            Once at the top Yoongi sucked in a large gulp of air in the little
crack they had left to breath. Tae was unconscious still but Yoongi handed his
floating body to Jimin to keep afloat.
            “What are we going to do!” Jungkook cried, clearly scared and
assuming the worst for the group.
            “I’m going back down, there’s got to be a way to open the door,”
Yoongi said, and with one more gulp of air he submerged down, knowing that it
was now or never. He started to swim towards the bottom, kicking as hard as he
could to reach the bottom once more. It was so dark that Yoongi could barely
see anything as he started to again feel the solid wall in front of them. He
tried to squint through the burning chorine water for some sort of light but he
found none as searched in the darkness. He ran his hands along the sides of the
hallway, hoping for his fingers to snag on something but alas they come up
empty. As his lungs started to scream for oxygen his hope started to fade fast.
Maybe this is it, maybe this is how it all ends,he thought to himself. The burn
in his chest was so bad that he suck in a bit of water, desperate for a small
ounce of oxygen. As a last attempt before he passed out Yoongi ran his hands
along the bottom floor. For a while all he felt was smooth concrete beneath his
fingertips as he ran his hands along the surface. The corners of his vision
started to fade to black slightly when he finally felt something out of the
norm. It was a raised circle on the floor, almost the size of his palm tucked
away in the corner about two feet away from the wall. With one last fight for
life in him, Yoongi pushed on it with all his might, praying it would do
something.
            His prayers must have been answered because suddenly he could hear
the large concrete door moving under the water, grinding as it sung open. The
boys all seemed to crash into the next room as the water pour them out onto the
hard floor. They swarmed around like fish for a few seconds in the newly
illuminated room, all three of them gasping for air and Tae’s body still
unconscious. Yoongi realized the next room was meant to drain the water because
there were two large gutters on either side of the small square area that the
water was draining into. That also meant the pool was starting to drain fast
and if they didn’t want someone finding the bunker they needed to close this
door quickly.
            “How…did you do that?” Jimin said between coughs. Yoongi didn’t
have time to explain as he bolted up and searched for a similar circle on the
floor of the new room. Once he found it towards the left side he stomped on it
with his foot and the concrete door again swung closed, blocked the draining
pool water once more and sealing up the exit. The little ripples of dripping
water could still be heard as the soaked boys gathered around Taehyung’s frame
lying on the wet floor. Yoongi bent down close to Tae’s mouth, trying to
remember how to do CPR but his mind was drawing a blank.
            “Is he breathing?” Jungkook asked, moving his ear down towards
Tae’s mouth as well. You could now notice the bruises and dried blood on his
lip currently as he watched Junkgkook hover over Tae. A week of abuse apparent
on his body.
            “Here let me see him,” the Maknae said flustered. He plugged Tae’s
nose with his thumb and forefinger and proceeded to breath two breaths into his
mouth, watching Tae’s chest raise and fall. Yoongi was in a state of shock. He
didn’t want to believe that Tae could be dead. He refused to believe it.
            “Yoongi do compressions on his chest!” Kookie yelled as he dove
down to give Tae two more breaths. Yoongi snapped out of his daze and nervously
placed his palms on Taehyung’s chest. After Jungkook had finished his two
breaths again he started to pump into Tae’s sternum, feeling his chest cave and
concave during the process.
            Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up….please…
 
            “It’s not working, pump faster!” Jimin exclaimed and Yoongi worked
to move faster. His arms were starting to get sore as they continued to give
CPR to Tae’s lifeless body and Yoongi was already holding back tears.
            “Keep going!” Jungkook yelled as he gave two more breaths into
Tae’s mouth. After a few minutes Yoongi had given up hope as he let the tears
fall from his face. Tae’s lifeless expression was more than enough for Yoongi
to know he was gone. He started to think about all the times he wouldn’t get to
spend with Tae, all the words he hadn’t said to him yet, all the touches he
didn’t get to feel yet. He started to sniffle a little bit as he rested to let
Kookie give two more breaths and he wondered how long they would go on before
they called it quits. Jimin saw the pain in Yoongi’s face; the realization that
Tae was gone made him slow his compressions and Jimin took the opportunity to
stand in.
            “Let me do it, Hyung,” Jimin said and Yoongi moved to the side to
let Jimin continue. His pumps were strong and vigorous. He was unrelenting as
he compressed onto Tae’s frail frame. Yoongi was already accepting it. There
was no way Tae could come back from this, he was already gone. Yoongi buried
his head in his arms as he sat with his knees tucked into his chest. The tears
were stinging more than usual and were more painful than any tears he’d ever
cried before.
            Tae…
 
            The two continued to work on Tae’s body, desperate to bring life
back into it. Yoongi just continued to sit next to them, his sobs turning into
silent heaves as the pain started to grow even more. Just as Yoongi heard
Jungkook breath in two more breaths into Tae’s lungs, Yoongi heard something
that made his ears perk up. It was the sound of coughing and wheezing. For a
moment he didn’t want to look up, fearing that his mind had played a trick on
him but after hearing Jungkook speak the words ‘Thank God’ Yoongi’s head shot
up to verify that he heard right.
            Taehyung was rolled on his side, coughing and gasping for air. His
eyes were more bloodshot than he had ever seen but he was the most beautiful
person to Yoongi as well. In less than two seconds Yoongi had made his way over
to him and scooped him up into an upright position, holding on for dear life.
Once Tae had stopped gasping Yoongi planted a firm and hard kiss on his lips,
not wanting to let him go.
            “Don’t do that ever again!” He screamed and was happy to see Tae
grinning back at him still wary from the events. He responded almost instantly
after Yoongi scolded him.
            “Never…”
 
            The four boys, now dripping with pool water observed their new
surroundings. They were in the drain room but the new door also seemed to be
nowhere to found. Their eyes searched the walls for a way in but they all came
up with nothing.
            “Has anyone been here before?” Yoongi asked. All of them shook
their heads in unison as they stared back at him.
            “We didn’t even know this existed, only Jin must had known,” Jimin
stated.
 
            Jin…Yoongi thought. Jin must be here somewhere. Why didn’t he help
us inside? Before Yoongi knew it he was pounding on the walls of the room
screaming Jin and Hoseok’s name.
            “Jin, Hoseok, let us in!” Yoongi yelled, fits hitting the concrete
harshly. After sometime with nothing happening Yoongi gave up again.
            “Hyung, Namjoon told him not to open the door,” Jimin said, giving
some insight as to why they had abandoned them. He wouldn’t let us in anyways,
Yoongi thought to himself. As they sat in silence a moment more, they were
surprised to hear the door in font of them swing open. Turning Yoongi saw the
silhouette of Hoseok opening the door. Behind him stood a very reluctant Jin
who looked guilty as they passed through the wall. On the other side of the
door lay another narrow hallway that eventually led to a decent sized living
room equipped with multiple couches and an already lit gas fireplace. The
furniture seemed to be antiques and the floor was covered in colorful Persian
rugs, much different than the penthouse style of black, white and a gold.
Yoongi immediately assumed that Namjoon had let Jin design the hideaway seeing
as this was not his taste. As the dripping boys entered into the new common
space, Yoongi noticed it was a circular room with three hallways that lead away
from the living room.
            “The bedrooms are down the hallway on the left. You’ll find fresh
clothes in there for you to change into,” Jin said, pointing down a particular
entrance. Yoongi watched as Tae glared at both Jin and Hoseok before leading
the pack down the corridor to the left. As they arrived at the next opening
Yoongi noticed they had come to a dead end. The opening was circular, just like
the living room and it was big enough to put another set of furniture in it.
This space was empty though, the only thing that filled the area were seven
sets of doors that were spaced about six feet apart on the cylinder wall. All
the doors bared a shinny gold plaque with each of the slave’s names on it, and
in the dead center was Namjoon’s name.
            “We have our own rooms?” Kookie exclaimed, youthful curiosity still
in his voice.
            “I’m guessing so babe,” Jimin answered. Without another word all
the boys walked towards the doors with their assigned names on it and entered
in in search of dry clothes. Upon opening the door, Yoongi’s vision was filled
with colorful bedspreads and vintage furniture once again. His queen size four-
post bed was made out of old hand carven wood and was draped with heavy
curtains baring gold tassels. It felt even more luxurious than even Namjoon’s
old suite. He stammered over to his matching oak dresser and was surprised to
see an entire drawer full of prepared clothes already. He grabbed a pair of
pants and a shirt after putting on fresh underwear and continued to dress in
the freshly laundered clothes. After he was done he looked around the room
more, finding that he had his own private bathroom in the corner off the room
off to the right.
            Walking to the bathroom in search of a laundry basket, the small
picture of his family fell to the ground at his feet. Yoongi picked it up
quickly, assessing the picture for damage. It was indeed soaked and starting to
wrinkle. He placed it back on the dresser next to the knife to dry, hoping that
it wouldn’t deteriorate anymore. As he put his wet clothes into a hamper in the
bathroom he realized that Namjoon had made this bunker just incase this very
situation ever happened. He was worried about an attack on his home and wanted
to protect himself and his property. Jin must be the only person who knew about
it so that it would be kept well hidden when the time came to use it. As he
towel dried his hair, Yoongi couldn’t help but wonder whom these people were
and what could they possibly want from Namjoon.
            “Yoon,” Yoongi heard Tae’s voice come from behind him. Yoongi’s
heart fluttered as the brown haired boy approached him slowly. Tae pressed his
lips again to Yoongi’s awaiting mouth, softly tasting his flavors and savoring
them. Tae smelled of fresh laundry as well but it seemed to only be second to
his natural scent. Yoongi was drinking in every bit of the boy he almost lost
and he didn’t want Tae to ever stop kissing him. In the moments that he almost
lost him Yoongi realized how import Tae had come to be. He never wanted to
image a world where Tae did not exist, a world void of Taehyung’s touches and
kisses roaming his body. Eventually Tae broke the kiss again and sadness was
laced in his features as he pulled away.
            “Tae what’s wrong? Are you oaky? Are you hurt?” Yoongi asked
nervously, studying him. Tae only shook his head simply and led Yoongi over to
his four-post bed. It seemed that Tae wanted to finish the conversation they
had started earlier, before Tae almost lost his life. Whatever it was though,
Yoongi didn’t think it was as important as relishing they’re moments together.
            “Yoongi…”
            “Shhhh,” Yoongi interrupted as he put a finger to Tae’s lips.
            “Yoongi, please,” Tae tried to say but he was quickly cut off by
Yoongi crashing their lips together again.
            “Whatever it is you need to tell me, it can wait,” Yoongi said as
he moved his body on top of Taehyung, pushing him to lie back on the bed.
Yoongi laid perfectly on top of him, kissing his succulent lips as their warm
bodies pressed together. Yoongi couldn’t get enough, even though they were
already so close, he wanted as much contact as possible. Yoongi ran his lips on
the underside of Tae’s jaw, leaving feather light kisses all the way down to
his neck. When he was satisfied leaving kisses all along Tae’s skin he relaxed
resting his head on Tae’s shoulder, enjoying the silence. A moment later there
was a knock on the door and Yoongi groaned, unenthusiastic to answer it. The
blond boy got up, opening it to find Jimin and Jungkook waiting on the other
side.
            “Do you guys want to explore?” Jungkook asked innocently through
his bruised lips. Yoongi looked back to Tae for his opinion. Tae reluctantly
nodded, sighing as he realized that his moment alone with Yoongi would have to
be postponed again. The group of four made their way back into the common space
where Hoseok was sitting on the couch staring at the dancing flames in the
fireplace.
            “If you guys are hungry the kitchen is down the center hallway,”
Hoseok said while looking up from his seated position. Jimin gave a nod and
thanked him as he led the way.
            “What’s down the last hallway,” Tae asked looking down the dimly
lit corridor on the right.
            “That’s the control room where Namjoon keeps his security cameras.
Jin’s in there now,” Hoseok said. Tae bobbed his head in Hoseok’s direction as
he trailed behind the group of boys. When they reached the other side of the
passageway Yoongi wasn’t surprised to again see a circular room with a full
sized kitchen in it. Off the left was a dinning table fit with eight chairs and
a long island in the center. Jungkook was already opening the double doors of
the fridge, looking for a bite to eat. There wasn’t much fresh food but there
were non-perishables like pasta and even a few bags rice in the cabinets. They
would just have to make the best out of it for now and until they could devise
a plan to escape. Jimin must have seen how hungry the Maknae was as he started
to put hot water on the stove, trying to cook up a meal with what he could
find. Jungkook who had been deprived of his mate for some time helped him cook
as well, unable to keep his hands off of Jimin. Kookie fingers skimmed Jimin’s
back ever now and then; even going far as to leave a quick peck when he thought
Tae and Yoongi weren’t looking.
            “Do you think Namjoon made it?” Yoongi asked. The group fell
silent, not really sure how to answer. It seems that if Namjoon were okay he
would of entered the bunker by now but as of yet there was still no sign of
him. Yoongi suddenly had to know what was going on out there. They shouldn’t be
cooking as if it was a casual Thursday night, they should be figuring out what
the hell is going on.
            “I’m going to the control room,” Yoongi suddenly said, turning
around abruptly. He was stopped by Tae’s hand on his wrist, holding him back.
            “Wait, I’ll go with you.”
 
            The two of them reentered the passageway to the living room and
turned to go down the dark hallway that would lead to the control room. Just
like Namjoon’s security room on the 8th floor, the room was dark with the only
light coming from the multiple tv screens on the wall. There were just as many
cameras as the previous floor but Yoongi quickly realized that there were
different cameras in here. This room displayed more cameras of the entire
building, including the hotel that lay below the penthouse. Jin was sitting
alone at the control center, biting his finger nervously as he searched the
building for Namjoon. Yoongi could see many gunmen in the hotel lobby, firing
and shooting at Namjoon’s security guards. There were dead bodies on every
floor of the penthouse and hotel, some people where still searching for
something as they kicked down doors and searched each room. No doubt they were
on the hunt for Namjoon.
            “Where is he?” Tae asked. Looking scrutinizing close at the
monitors. Jin only shook his head nervously without tearing his eyes away.
            “He killed a gunman outside the pool but I haven’t been able to
locate him since he went into the elevator. I don’t even know where he’s
going,” Jin stated, his voice almost trembling. Yoongi observed all the
cameras, searching for any sign of the blond man but he too didn’t find
anything. Suddenly Yoongi realized that Jin must have been watching all along.
Watching them almost drown trying to get it. Even with all the hate Jin had for
them, Yoongi couldn’t believe he would just let them die like that.
            “Why didn’t you help us?” Yoongi said bitterly, his jaw starting to
clench tightly in anger. Jin turned to look at both the boys, confusion lying
brightly on his face.
            “What are you talking about?” Jin replied, now turning to face
them. Yoongi didn’t want Jin to play dumb, how could he not know.
            “You were watching us drown, we all could of died! Tae technically
did!” Yoongi screamed, the veins in his neck starting to pop. Jin put up his
hands trying to calm the angry boy down.
            “Aniyo! I didn’t see any of that. We only knew you were outside
when Hoseok heard you pound on the wall! I swear!” Jin said in protest.
            “There can’t be camera’s in the pool side, the water would destroy
them. Take a look for yourself,” Jin said and he gestured to the wall of
monitors. Yoongi’s anger was still on level ten as he searched for a camera
that wasn’t there. Tae placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down.
            “He’s telling the truth,” Tae spoke and Yoongi knew he was right.
There was no way for Jin to see that they had struggled to get inside. Tae’s
near dead accident was only a result of bad timing and not someone’s
selfishness.
            “Sorry,” he muttered out, seeing Jin’s form relax a little bit
more. Jin really didn’t deserve his apology for all the things he had done to
them but nonetheless, Yoongi didn’t need this type of hostility right now. As
much as he hated to say it, they all needed each other to get out alive now.
            “Who are these people?” Tae asked, watching all the men run around
on the screens like ants. It was like a scene out of an action movie except you
couldn’t tell whose side was wining.
            “I have no idea, it could be a rival gang, God knows Namjoon has so
many enemies,” Jin responded reverting his gaze back to the cameras.
            Yoongi stared back at the monitors. Seeing blood and dead bodies
was not something he needed at the moment and he decided that he needed to
leave.
           
            Tae started to lead Yoongi out of the control room, seeing that he
needed a break from all this. Tae lead him back down the hall to where their
bedrooms sat and he shut the door on them once they were both inside Yoongi’s
room once more.
           
            Yoongi plopped himself back down on his bed, lying back on the soft
velvety duvet. Tae strolled up to him slowly, peering down at him from above.
            “Lay down,” Yoongi ordered in the sweetest way possible. Tae didn’t
move as he bit his lip nervously again.
            “I really need to tell you something,” Tae said, stressing the
importance this time. Yoongi sat up and stared into his honey hazel eyes again,
reading his expression.
            “Okay, I’m listening,” Yoongi replied giving Tae his full
attention. Tae took a deep breath before he sat down carefully on the bed. He
was still staring down at his hands as he tried to come up with words to say.
The anticipation was killing Yoongi. Every muscle in his body was tensed as he
waited to hear what Tae had been trying to tell him all day. He unknowingly was
holding his breath as he watched Tae fidget with his hands.
            “Do you remember what I told you about how I came to live here?”
Tae asked Yoongi, looking directly into his eyes. Yoongi nodded remembering
that Tae had said he used to work for Kwon Jiyong along with his partner Choi
Seung Hyun.
            “Ne,” Yoongi replied, waiting for Tae to continue. Tae shifted his
eyes back down to his hands before he spoke again.
            “Do you remember the option Namjoon gave us when he captured the
both of us?” Tae asked and again Yoongi nodded. He knew Namjoon gave them the
choice of doing one last job for him before coming to live there or else he
would of killed them both on the spot. Tae seemed to tense as he reached into
his pocket and fished out the wet piece of paper that he had shoved into his
pants earlier. He unfolded it carefully, trying not to tear it and Yoongi
immediately saw the large red ‘X’ on the sheet as Tae handed it to him.
Swallowing hard, Yoongi reached out his hand to take the paper and his eyes
rapidly scanned the document, searching for the reason Tae had kept it hidden
from him.
            “What is this?” Yoongi asked anxiously, his eyes looking over it
from top to bottom but his brain refused to register what it meant.
            “It’s a contract,” Tae said calmly, observing the smaller blond
boy. Yoongi’s heart started to beat rapidly.
            “Whose contract?” Yoongi demanded, unable to actually read the name
at the top due to the water damage. Tae paused before answering; working up the
courage to tell Yoongi what he didn’t ever want to say.
            “Your mother’s…”
 
            Yoongi’s heart stopped. He couldn’t breath as he tried to take in
air into his ice-cold lungs. He tried to read over the words that were smeared
on the contract but the water had damaged a great deal of the letters. He read
through what he could make out, reading to himself silently.
 
            ‘I Min….sign this contract acknowledging the agreement……on this day
between……and Namjoon…target subject is my husband…task will be finished by the
end of the month. Payment is 10,000 won …ownership of my son…Min Yoongi…to
never contact him or any of Namjoon’s staff ever again…once the deed is
done...Date: March, 12th.’
           
            Yoongi hands were trembling as he held the soggy paper in his arms.
His eyes were hard but not sad as he tried to understand what he was reading.
            “She sold me? To pay for my father’s death?” Yoongi said in
disbelief.
            “We don’t know that Yoon, we don’t know what any of this means.
That’s why Namjoon owes you an explanation before we jump to any conclusions,”
Tae responded while trying to reach Yoongi’s gaze but he was too far away to be
reached. Yoongi was miles away, in a distance place, looking into the window of
his childhood home, waiting to see his mother cooking his favorite dish after
school. He incredulously looked back down at the paper, unable to believe that
his mother would ever do such a thing. Marking his father for murder was one
thing but selling her son was something Yoongi refused to accept.
            “This isn’t real,” Yoongi in a low threating tone. “Why would you
give this to me!”
            Tae reached out for Yoongi but the blond boy immediately pulled
away from his touch.
            “Yoongi, I promise you, I’m not lying to you. This is not a trick.
As much as I don’t want to believe it either, you have to believe me when I say
I found it in Namjoon’s office,” Tae said as he gave Yoongi his space. Yoongi
looked back down at the crumpled paper in his hands, the big red ‘X’ on the
page now catching his attention again. He looked it over in his hands, trying
to make sense of it.
            “So…my father’s dead?” Yoongi could barely speak out. He knew now
what Tae was trying to tell him. He shook his head in disbelief as the
realization hit him. Yoongi looked up into Tae’s eyes, not wanting it to be
real but the way Tae stared back at him with such sorrow told Yoongi all he
needed to know.
            “I’m sorry Yoongi,” Tae said, his eyes were filled with pain and
Yoongi almost didn’t want him to be in the room anymore. Yoongi now knew whom
the person was that Namjoon had marked to be killed before Tae came to the
penthouse. Tae was confessing his crime to him and Yoongi almost couldn’t
accept it. The contract from his mother, Namjoon’s orders, they all made sense
all at once.
            “You…killed my father?” Yoongi asked, his voice cracking as tears
finally streamed down his cheeks. They were hot and stung like burning iron as
they fell from his chin. Tae’s eyes were also filling with tears as he watched
Yoongi cry.
            “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know how I could ever make this better
but I promise you, if I knew…I didn’t even realized who he was until you showed
me their picture and…Yoongi…I’m sorry,” Tae said as he tried to search for the
right words to say but nothing he said was sounding right.
            Yoongi put his hand in the air to stop Tae from speaking.
            “I…I know it’s not your fault. I just…I..” Yoongi started to choke
on his tears as he imagined Tae taking his father’s life. He was a horrible
man, dreadful actually but it still hurt just as much to know that Tae, the boy
he cared about most was the one who ended him. As Yoongi tried to stop his
tears, the red ‘X’ on the page brought him back to reality. He realized that
the mark on the page could mean that the deed was completed but it could also
mean that the owner was no long around to fulfill their contract. Seung Hyun’s
contract popped into Yoongi’s mind and suddenly he needed to know.
            “Was my mother and sister there?” Yoongi asked, requiring to know
about their safety. Yoongi searched Tae’s face for a sign that they were okay.
Maybe they weren’t home. Please let them be okay,he thought. Yoongi eyes
refused to divert away from Tae’s, as he anxiously waited for a response. When
Taehyung didn’t answer tears started streaming down Yoongi’s face harder. Tae’s
expression was telling Yoongi something that he didn’t want to hear and his
anxiety shot through the roof.
            “Tae?!” Yoongi asked, more panicked now. “Answer me!”
            Tae looked back down to his hands, avoiding Yoongi’s gaze before he
answered.
            “When we arrived there, we saw a man in the garage.”
            Yoongi couldn’t handle another drawn out story. He needed to know
now if they were safe. He listened intensely as Tae continued his sentence.
            “The man, who turned out to be your father, was standing there
covered in blood. He had a knife in his palm when he turned around to face us.”
            Yoongi couldn’t stop the sick feeling in his stomach from growing.
            “When we walked further into the garage, we noticed two bodies
lying on the floor.”
            Yoongi wanted to hurl.
            “Both were female, one large, the other small,” Tae continued as
the tears filled his bloodshot eyes. Yoongi was heaving now, trying to focus
through the tears.
            “I wish I could of done something,” Tae said, fixing his golden
honey orbs back to Yoongi’s face. Yoongi could see the despair in his eyes as
he told him the worst news he had ever heard in his life.
 
            “I’m sorry…I was too late…”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Chapter Notes
     I honestly don't like this chapter. I doesn't have any of my favorite
     elements in it. It feels like a filler but there needed to be some
     story build up. I'm sorry for taking so long to write this! If it was
     up to me I'd go on vacation and just finish it all in one go! None
     the less, please try to enjoy :)
Chapter 20: “I’m sorry…I was too late…” 
 
           
            Yoongi tears were blurring his vision as he sat on the bed next to
Taehyung. His chest felt as if it were on fire as he let the news of his entire
family’s death burn into his brain.     
            My father murdered my mother and sister. Tae murdered my father. My
mother sold me to Namjoon to pay for my father’s death…
 
            All of it was too much and he couldn’t stand to have Tae in the
room any longer. With a shaky breath he managed to speak the few words from his
mouth.
            “Leave,” Yoongi whispered, no longer looking in Tae’s direction.
There was silence for a moment as Yoongi continued to sob facing towards the
wall.
            “Yoon,” Tae’s voice was soft and caring. Yoongi felt a hand reach
out and touch his knee and the blond boy quickly twitched away from his hand.
            “Don’t touch me!” Yoongi mustered to say, his voice threatening to
crack. The last thing he wanted to do was make the boy that he cared for the
most leave his presence but this boy also held a dark secret from him that
Yoongi couldn’t forgive at the moment. The pain of almost losing Tae was
clashing with the pain of losing his entire family and an instance Yoongi was
broken. His heart was ripping into two and he almost couldn’t bare it. He
needed to be alone to collect his thoughts and process these emotions. When
Yoongi didn’t hear Tae leave he looked over at the brown haired boy, a scowl on
his face.
            “Yoongi, please, don’t push me away,” Tae said through watery eyes.
“I’m sorry, I can’t imagine what you are going through and I know it’s my
fault… but I want to be here for you.”
            Yoongi only glared as he looked at Taehyung’s face with ice in his
eyes.
            “Be there for me? You do this!” Yoongi screamed. He now stood up
from the bed and walked around to stand next to Tae’s seated body. With a stone
cold stare he glared down at him, wanting him to hurt as badly as he was
hurting.  Yoongi could clearly see that Tae was in pain. Taehyung’s wet eyes
pleaded with him, asking him to reconsider his notion but Yoongi wasn’t having
any of it. He raised his arm in the direction of the door, pointing a finger
towards the only exit in the room.
            “Leave,” Yoongi said once more in a steady tone. He observed
Taehyung’s face staring back at him in disbelief, hoping for a change. After a
brief second, Yoongi watched as Taehyung stood up from the bed and faced him
straight on. For a moment they both stared at each other, the hard cold silence
lingering between them. Yoongi wanted to run to him, run into his arms and let
Tae take his pain away but his hurt and pride wouldn’t let that happen. He
couldn’t bring himself to throw his body into the arms of a murder and the fact
that he wanted to disgusted him. Tae seemed to be searching for something in
Yoongi’s face. A trace of compassion perhaps but Yoongi was fresh out. After a
moment Tae let a sigh of defeat escape past his dry lips and held out a hand to
touch Yoongi’s cheek. With a hard grimace Yoongi pulled his head away again
from Taehyung’s touch and the look on his face nearly broke Yoongi’s heart
more.
            “Yoongi, I know you don’t want me here so I’ll do as you wish and
leave. I just want you to know that I’m only here for you, no one else and as
soon as you call my name I’ll be here in an instance,” Tae said. Yoongi didn’t
reply as he waited for him to leave. Taehyung wasted no more time waiting for
Yoongi to come around. With the saddest expression in his eyes he walked
silently out the door and closed it behind him, leaving Yoongi completely alone
and shattered.
 
            Yoongi didn’t know how many minutes or hours had passed by since
Taehyung had left the room. The pain in his chest only grew more as he read
over his mother’s contract over and over again, trying to find a lope hole. He
couldn’t figure out what would posses his mother to sell her only son to a
monster like Namjoon.
            She must have been in danger, that’s the only reason she would have
gone to such an extreme length to put a hit out on my father. She must have
known the threat was real. That’s why she did it. She was so desperate to save
herself and my sister, Yoongi thought to himself. He cried hard as he thought
of how beautiful they both were. How loving she was and how much he wished he
could have been there to protect them both.
            I should have never left. This is my all fault! I’m the reason
they’re all dead, Yoongi thought. He tried to think back to the night his
father told him to leave the house and his mother pleaded with him to do it for
his safety. It was all fucked up in his head and he couldn’t make any sense of
it. He thought back to the multiple phone calls his mother made to his phone
right after he left. He was so mad at her during that time that he had ignored
every one of those calls out of spite but now he thought she could have been
warning him. She might have wanted to tell him of something she did and Yoongi
didn’t care enough to hear it.
 
            She tried to contact you. She called you several times before your
father cut off your phone line and you never once picked up! You left them to
die!
           
            His inner thoughts were like demons eating away at his conscience
and he almost wished for death to find him. He didn’t feel as if he deserved to
live anymore knowing that he let them down, left them to their demise and the
hardest part was knowing he would never see his sister and mother again. Yoongi
went to the dresser and picked up the small damp picture of his family and held
it in his cold palm. Lying back down on the bed he curled into a ball, letting
the tears soak the pillow below him. He stared at the small picture for what
felt like forever. He studied all their faces over and over again, as if it
would bring them back from the dead. He traced his mother’s face with his small
finger, the pain of her absence filling his body. He felt as if the world
outside was extremely cold and even Tae could not invade his thoughts now. He
felt like he let all of them down, mostly his mother and there was nothing left
for him to live for.
           
            Eomma, I’m sorry…
 
            Yoongi fell asleep clutching the little picture in his hand. When
he woke up he didn’t know what day or time it was but all he knew was that he
was alone in the big room, shivering from cold. The pain in his chest still
wasn’t relieved and he didn’t want to see anyone yet. After carefully placing
the small wallet sized picture on the knight stand, he started make his way
over to the bathroom where he decided he would take a hot shower to try and
sooth his mind. He shut the door behind him, slightly wondering if there were
still cameras in the bunker but after a second he decided it wasn’t worth his
worry. He went to turn the water on, waiting for it to reach the right
temperature before he undressed. Yoongi slowly started to peel off his clothes
until he was completely naked and stood in front of the sink to take in his
features. The roots of his black hair were starting to grow back in just a tad
and his blood shot eyes were sunken and hollow. He felt his ribs as he slid his
palm over his stomach, feeling his cold skin underneath his fingertips. Since
Jungkook had been keeping Namjoon occupied for the last week his bruises and
scares were starting to finally heal and most of them had disappeared
completely. He wasn’t the same boy he came into the penthouse as and he didn’t
know at that point if it was a good or bad thing. Making his way over to the
shower Yoongi slowly stepped under the water, letting the heat burn his skin as
he rinsed off. Tears still fell from his eyes as he continued to think about
his family and what Tae had done. Something was still eating away at his mind
though. He still didn’t have full answer as to why his mother sold him. Yoongi
refused to believe she would ever put her children in harms way, even if it
were to save herself. He replayed Tae’s words over and over in his mind.
 
            “When we arrived there, we saw a man in the garage.”
            “The man, who turned out to be your father, was standing there
covered in blood. He had a knife in his palm when he turned around to face us.”
            “I wish I could of done something,”
            “I’m sorry…I was too late…” 
 
            The water distracted him a bit as he let his mind wander. Yoongi
speculated for a moment if the pain would ever go away. His chest felt so heavy
with emotion and guilt that he secretly hoped that he wouldn’t ever have to
leave this room. Just as if it weren’t enough for him to be grieving he heard a
soft knock on the bathroom door, which signaled that someone was looking for
him.
            “Go away,” Yoongi said in a stern tone. The person on the other end
must be stubborn because a moment later he could hear the door creek open.
            “Hyung?” a soft voice called from the bathroom door. It was neither
Tae, nor Jimin nor Kookie. The voice he heard was someone who’s hope had faded
long ago but who was desperately trying to search for it ever since.
            “Hyung, I brought you something to eat,” Hoseok called from the
cracked door and Yoongi instantly got irritated.
            “Thanks, now leave,” he said in a gruff voice. Without another word
Yoongi heard Hoseok close the door behind him and he was left in solitude once
again.
            After what seem like an hour in the shower, Yoongi decided that he
was uncomfortably pruney and wanted to get out and dry off. After wrapping a
towel around his waist and exiting the bathroom he found a tray of food placed
on his bed equipped with a bowel of spaghetti as well as a glass of water.
Under the glass lay a note with unfamiliar handwriting. Yoongi picked up to
read the words scribbled on it.
 
            “I over heard the news. I’m sorry for your loss. If you need
someone to talk to I’m here.-Hoseok”
 
            Yoongi frowned at the note. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk
to Hoseok, Yoongi knew that he knew more than anyone what if felt like to lose
his mother and family. It was just that he didn’t want to talk to anyone at
this point because he wasn’t ready. He was a bit irritated that everyone
already knew what Tae had told him but he knew the news would come out
eventually. Yoongi ignored the meal, deciding that he wasn’t hungry. He put on
pajamas and crawled back into bed, dozing off into a depressive slumber again.
 
            When Yoongi woke up this time he realized he was in pitch-black
darkness. Someone must have come by and turned off his lights while he was
asleep, Tae no doubt or even Hoseok. Yoongi knew his body wouldn’t let him
sleep anymore. He sat up, turning on the lamp on the nightstand and looked
around for a clock. He had no clue what time it was or how long he had even
been in the room alone. He decided he would need to get up and stretch his legs
a bit. Maybe finding out any news of the penthouse situation would be a good
distraction from his depression at the moment.
 
            Making his way down the corridor towards the circular living room
he was surprised to find Hoseok still on the couch sitting in front the he
fire. Hoseok’s eyes were glued to the flames as if they were calling his name
secretly, putting him under their spell. As he approached closer, Hoseok
finally heard his footsteps and diverted his gaze up to Yoongi’s face.
            “Um…um…I…” Yoongi stuttered as he stumbled for words.
            “It was nothing,” Hoseok interrupted, a sad smile creeping onto his
face. Yoongi saw no traces of the previous Hoseok, the one who wanted everyone
around him to hurt as much as he did. He was healed from his grieving for now
and his attention was focused only on Yoongi.
            “Are you okay?” Hoseok asked, his eyes kindly twinkling in the low
light of the fire. Yoongi didn’t really know. He didn’t know if he was okay or
if he was on the edge of loosing it. Unable to decipher, he just shrugged in
response.
            “Would you like to have a seat?” Hoseok said, patting to the empty
space on the couch between them. Yoongi really didn’t want to be around anyone
but he felt guilty saying no since Hoseok did attempt to check on him. Against
his own wishes he sat down next to the dark haired boy and for a moment they
both just stared in silence at the dancing flames.
            “Thank you,” Yoongi stated cautiously after a few minutes. He
didn’t really know what he was thanking him for, the food or just showing that
he cared but nonetheless Hoseok turned to him, a kind smile playing on his lips
as he flashed a small grin.
            “Don’t mention it,” Hoseok responded. Yoongi wondered if the news
of his mother’s death brought back bad memories to Hoseok’s mind. He could only
image what it was like when Namjoon brought Hoseok the news of his own mother’s
passing.
 
 
 
Hoseok’s Flashback
 
            Namjoon walked into the room shortly after Jin told Hoseok that
their Master would be meeting with him. He watched the tall man make his way
around the dorm room beds, sitting across from Hoseok’s frame.
            “How are you feeling baby? Better now?” Namjoon asked as he
observed his slave who had just come back from the hospital. Hoseok smiled his
goofy smile as he answered his Master’s question.
            “I’m better now Master. I don’t know what happened to me but the
doctors fixed me right up!” He beamed with a grin. Namjoon only chuckled and
ruffled his jet-black hair. There was something off about him today but Hoseok
didn’t think much of it as he waited for the blond man to tell him what he
wanted to talk about. Hoseok observed Namjoon uncomfortably rub his neck before
speaking.
            “Hoseok, there is something I have to tell you,” Namjoon said while
looking down at the floor. Hoseok wasn’t anxious yet but he was curious as to
what Namjoon had to say, it was quite strange and out of the ordinary for him
to act like this.
            “Ne, what is it Master?” Hoseok replied, sitting up straight on his
bed. Hoseok curiously watched as Namjoon took his hand in his own, affectingly
rubbing his thumb over the back of Hoseok’s hand.
            “I have some bad news Hopie,” Namjoon stated, looking directly into
his eyes. Hoseok’s pulse started to flicker just a tad bit but he still had no
clue what Namjoon was referring too.
            “It’s about your mother,” Namjoon said calmly.  “She passed away
suddenly,” he finished, waiting for Hoseok to grasp what he was trying to say.
Hoseok didn’t say anything as he stared back at Namjoon. He’s first reaction
was to laugh, waiting for Namjoon to tell him he was joking.
            “Huh?” Hoseok said, a smile plastered on his face. Namjoon didn’t
laugh with him though. His face was very serious and it made the lights in
Hoseok’s eyes fizzed out.
            “W..wh..what?” Hoseok stammered as he slowly withdrew his palm from
Namjoon’s grasp.
            “Wh..what do you mean?”
            “Hopie, I’m very sorry to have to be the one to tell you this. I
was just notified by one of my staff that she was hit by a car,” Namjoon
answered and Hoseok suddenly saw black. He was no longer hearing the
explanation that Namjoon was trying to tell him about his mother’s medication
making her dizzy and confused and how she wandered into the street on accident
and was hit by a big vehicle. He didn’t want to hear about how she died. He
wanted to see her and know that everything was going to be okay. His heart was
shattering into a million pieces and he didn’t know what else to do as the loud
sobs left his mouth.
            “Please, Master, Please don’t…” Hoseok sobbed, his shoulder
vibrating from the shallow breathes.
            “Don’t tell me this is true,” Hoseok stammered as he tried to catch
his breathe. The tears already making his vision blurry but he didn’t care to
blink them away.
            “I’m sorry Hopie, I’m afraid it is…”
 
END HOSEOK’S FLASHBACK.
 
 
            Yoongi continued to sit and watch the dancing flickers of the fire
for a few more minutes before he had an itch to know where the rest of the boys
were.
            “Where is everyone?” Yoongi asked out loud.
            Hoseok turned to Yoongi calmly before responding.
            “Jin and Taehyung are in the control room still tracking Namjoon.
Jimin and Jungkook went to bed long ago and haven’t re-emerged."
            Yoongi was puzzled suddenly.
            “What…time is it? How long have we been here?” Yoongi asked,
realizing he didn’t know how long he had cooped himself up in his room.
            Hoseok looked confused for a moment, trying to figure out the time
himself.
            “I’m..I’m not sure. I don’t remember seeing any clocks around,”
Hoseok replied. Yoongi bit his lip as he nodded. He knew he would have to face
Tae sooner or later, though he would have preferred later.  Yoongi knew he
needed to see what was going on in the penthouse so he thanked Hoseok again
before standing up to walk towards the security room.
            Upon entering Yoongi was met with the sight of Jin and Tae siting
side by side in the control room. The lights from the monitors were casting a
glow upon their faces and it was easy to see the stress outlined on their
foreheads. They both turned to face him instantly as soon as he walked in,
making him more then a little bit uncomfortable. Tae’s expression softened
instantly as soon as Yoongi walked into the room but there was still a twinge
of hurt on his face as Yoongi moved in closer. Jin quickly reverted his
attention back to the screens faster than Tae did, intensely staring at a
particular monitor.
            “What’s going on? Any news?” Yoongi demanded to know. Jin didn’t
turn around as Taehyung started to speak.
            “Namjoon’s been shot and has been hiding in the crawl space under
the movie theater stairs for about four hours. I don’t know why but he went
back upstairs after dropping us off. He must have gone back for something. He’s
encountered a few people in the building but he managed to kill the ones he
came across,” Tae replied. Yoongi’s eyes widened at the news. He didn’t know
that the situation outside was so severe and he started to worry about what
that would mean for the rest of them.
            “What are we going to do, we can’t just stay here and get picked
off like flies,” Yoongi stated, stress also finding it’s way into his throat.
He was dealing with too many things at the moment, his family’s death, Tae’s
murder, and now they were on the brink of losing it all if they didn’t get out
alive. Tae’s golden honey orbs were reaching into Yoongi’s soul, still begging
to be forgiven for the sins he’s committed but Yoongi wasn’t ready. He was
starting to think he would never be ready to forgive Tae for what he’d done. It
was just too painful to think about at the moment.
            “We’ve monitoring the building. There are people everywhere, in
every corner of the building. It’s not safe for us to try and escape because
Jackson’s men are shooting to kill on sight.  Most, if not all of Namjoon’s
staff are dead and they are still looking for Namjoon,” Tae stated. Yoongi’s
head was spinning; he didn’t know how to handle all these things swirling
around in his mind. Tae studied Yoongi’s face as if he were waiting for a
response. When he got none he continued to speak.
            “We’ve located all the exits; currently there are only three; two
staircases running down each side of the hotel and the single elevator that we
already rode in on Halloween night. The elevator and the left side staircase
both lead to the main entrance of the hotel lobby, the right sided staircase
exists to the street and bypasses the lobby so when we do escape it’s going to
have to be through the right sided staircase.”
 
            Yoongi was trying to take it all in. His brain was trying to reject
the added stress to his mind but he knew he had no other choice but to deal
with everything on his plate.  He sighed loudly as he looked at the multiple
monitor screens on the wall. Jin was biting his nails nervously as his legs
bounced up and down. Yoongi didn’t see the point in leaving just yet so he
pulled up a stool and sat next to Tae. He spent the next hour in almost
complete silence as he tried to memorize all the screens on the wall and
observed all the men scattered around the penthouse and hotel floors.
           
            How will we ever get out of here?
 
            After another hour rolled by without much progress, faint yelling
could be heard from the living room. The noise was escalating quickly as the
voices travelled closer to the entrance of control room.
            “No…stop don’t say anything yet!”
            “I have to, it’s my fault, and they need to know!”
            “Shh! Babe!”
            “Jimin, let me go!”
 
            Tae, Jin and Yoongi all exchanged confused glances as they stood up
together while Jungkook and Jimin entered the control room. Hoseok came in
following at their heals with a curious look on his face as well.
            “Jungkook!” Jimin tried to say in a hushed tone but Kookie wasn’t
listening to him anymore as he strolled over to the center of the room.
            “Hyung,” Jungkook said to Jin while sniffling. Everyone in the room
stood in anticipation as they waited to hear what Jungkook had to say. Jin
looked down at the Maknae, eyes wide in concern.
            “What?” Jin answered, clearly wanting him to spit it out before he
missed something important on the computer screen. Jungkook had tears streaming
down his face as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat.
            “It’s..it’s my fault this is happening,” he stammered as stood
before the oldest. Jin eyed him in the most peculiar way.
            “What do you mean?” Jin asked and Yoongi couldn’t help but wonder
as well.
            “It’s my fault were under attack,” Kookie said, guilt eating him
alive.
            “Yes I heard that part but how? What did you do Jungkook?” Jin
asked, even more irritated than before. Jungkook stole a glance back at Jimin
who was shaking his head slowly to convince Jungkook not to tell. Kookie
ignored him again, turning back to Jin. Yoongi watched as the Maknae took a
breath as he tried to explain how he was to blame for the situation at hand.
            “I went to the police station,” Kookie stated, as if it would clear
up all the confusion the group was having. Jin looked even angrier as he looked
down at Jungkook.
            “We all know that. What does that have to do with anything?” Jin
stated as his tone started to rise. Jungkook tears weren’t falling as freely
now as he wiped a few stray tears away.
            “Master Nam…”
            “Don’t call him that!” Jimin barked from behind Kookie. The Maknae
stalled before continuing to speak again.
            “Namjoon always told me never to go to the police when I need help.
He said you could never trust who was on our side and who wasn’t. He warned me
about enemies working under cover and the danger of the law enforcement
people,” Jungkook said while staring up at the oldest. Jin’s reaction was blank
as Yoongi watched to see if any of the puzzles were coming together for him.  
            “So, you did what he told you not to do, who cares?!” Jin growled
as he tried to turn his attention back to the screens.
            “That’s just it,” Jungkook said, eyes started to glaze over again.
“I meant to do it…”
            Now Jungkook had everyone’s attention.
            “I knew his enemies would come. I hoped that we would be able to be
freed from nightmare. I hoped they would help save us from him,” Jungkook
cried.
            “I came back for you guys,” Kookie said, as he looked around the
room. Yoongi couldn’t help feel happy to think that Jungkook had thought about
the rest of them even though he had already tasted his freedom.
            “But…but instead…I think I’ve sentenced us to death,” Jungkook said
as he hung his head low. Yoongi watched the room take in the news. Jungkook
meant to do the right thing. He wanted to free the slaves from their bonds to
Namjoon but the backfire was greater than he had expected. Yoongi sat in the
awkward silence as he watched the crowd swallow the news. He didn’t even see
the slap coming until he heard it from the center of the room. Jin had run a
hard palm directly across the Maknae’s face, making him stumble back and Jimin
ran forward to defend his lover. All at once the room was chaos. Taehyung was
running to divide Jimin and Jin apart and Hoseok was running to comfort Kookie
and check to see if he was okay. Voices were screaming, people were pushing and
shoving and Yoongi didn’t know where to divert his attention.
            “You stupid boy! We are all going to die because of you! Namjoon is
hurt! He may be stern but he gave us everything we ever needed and now we don’t
even know if anyone of us will make it out of here alive!” Jin yelled as
Taehyung stood in between him and Jimin. Jimin was aggressively trying to
attack Jin for hitting Jungkook but Tae was stronger than both of them and kept
them apart. Yoongi ran over to the scuffle with the older boys and grabbed
Jimin by the waist to keep him from attacking the older boy.
            “You guys stop!” Yoongi screamed. “This isn’t productive! We need
to be figuring shit out not fighting each other!”
            No one seemed to hear Yoongi as they continued to carry on. It
wasn’t until Tae had tackled Jin to the ground and Yoongi backed Jimin into a
corner did the commotion seem to subside slightly.  Heavy breathing could be
heard as the lot tried to regain their air. Yoongi was at his wits end. He was
grieving, trying to get over the loss of his family as well as keep his mind of
Taehyung and now he had to deal with this.
            “We all need to take a step back and come up with a plan,” Yoongi
said calmly and Tae nodded in agreement.
            “Yoongi’s right, we need to devise a way to get out of here. We
can’t stay here forever or else we’ll never make it out and even though some of
you may not like it, we’re in this together,” Tae stated and the room was
silent once again as the boys let his words linger.
            “What are we supposed to do then?” Jin asked; his lips pursed into
the thinnest line Yoongi had ever seen. Tae shook his head, not knowing what to
say.
            “I don’t know, but whatever it is we don’t have time to waste,” Tae
answered, his tone direct. Tae let go of Jin, hoping he wouldn’t attack Kookie
again. When he didn’t he adjusted his clothes and looked around the circle.
            “This Jackson guy, whoever he is, is more than likely looking for
Namjoon and won’t leave until he has him. His men are ordered to shot on sight,
which means we can’t just surrender and hope for the best. We need to plan an
escape route with all the resourses we have and we aren’t leaving this bunker
until we’ve figured that out,” Tae said, authority running through his voice.
            “I’m not leaving without Namjoon,” Jin said, venom in his voice.
            “Good then we’ll leave you behind, you’ll just slow us down,” Jimin
spat back. Before it could escalate once more, Taehyung placed his hands in the
air to stop both of them.
            “We aren’t leaving anyone behind. Whether you like it or not, we
need everyone.
            “We don’t need Namjoon! He’s the reason were even in this mess!”
Jimin yelled as he took a step closer to Taehyung. Yoongi didn’t like it
either. He wanted nothing more than to leave that evil sick pervert here to die
in his own blood but he knew he had unfinished business with him and therefore,
Yoongi knew there was no other option in his mind. Yoongi silently took a step
closer to Jimin in the middle of the room. His eyes bore into Jimin’s pupils as
he made himself clear to the entire group.
 
            “We’re not leaving without Namjoon.”
 
 
            Jimin stumbled, backing away from Yoongi’s intense stare. Yoongi
knew he had to be firm with the boys from here on out. This was the time it
really mattered for everyone to be focused and he couldn’t have people
irrationally making moves on emotions. Hoseok was next to speak, he walked a
bit closer towards the middle of the room and upon further investigation Yoongi
noticed he was actually walking closer the monitor screen of the hotel lobby.
            “Who…who is that?” Hoseok asked out loud and everyone in the room
went to investigate what Hoseok was talking about. In the lobby monitor stood a
group of men surrounding one man in the middle as if to protect him. This man
bore expensive designer shades and blond hair brighter than Yoongi’s or
Namjoon’s. As he walked forward towards the golden elevators the mob of men
walking carefully next to him created a half circle barrier to protect him from
harms way. There was no doubt in Yoongi’s mind who the man was. It must be the
devil himself, he thought. He breathed out the name before anyone else in the
group could.
            “…Jackson.”
 
            They watched as the blond man entered the golden elevator, the
guards with him pressing buttons for them to go up into the penthouse.
            “Is there sound on these cameras?” Yoongi asked, surprised they had
never thought of it before. Jin looked back and seemed to ponder this thought
as well. Jin then started to look at the control board in front of them as he
started to touch and tinker with nobs on the panel. Finally after some time
there was sound that could be heard from over head and the voices in the
elevator came in loud and clear.
            “…I’ve given you guys plenty of time to find him, are you sure he
didn’t escape?” Jackson’s voice could be heard grilling the guard.
            “We have the building surrounded, there’s no way he would gotten
past us,” the guard responded.
            “I see, well I want this building searched top to bottom again!
Bring him to me!” Jackson yelled as he exited the elevator on the first floor
of the penthouse. The entire group said nothing as they watched Jackson move
from the golden elevator and cross over to the silver elevator door that would
take them up into the penthouse. Another hour or so went by as Yoongi and the
group only watched the guards raid the entire building over and over again.
There were about two guards that even come to the pool floor and searched up
and down the platform, looking for signs of life. It made Yoongi almost lose
his mind with nerves as they all waited for the guards to leave the 4th floor.
 Eventually they did, making their way to other floors and sections. Jackson
seemed to station himself in Namjoon’s suite, entertaining himself by rummaging
through all of Namjoon’s expensive accessories and artifacts.
            “We should do something! Can’t we quickly grab Namjoon and run?”
Hoseok said, anxiety in his voice.
            “They’re bound to find him soon,” Jimin stated next. It wasn’t a
bitter tone but more of one that was simply stating the facts. Jin was pacing
back and fourth, ruffling his hair as he tried to think in a panic of something
that would help Namjoon.
            “Oh my God, please don’t let them find him,” Jin whispered to
himself as Yoongi continued to watch the camera. Two guards had now entered the
movie theater floor and Jin was the first one to rush over to the screen.
            “Shit!” the oldest screamed as he sat directly in front of the
monitor.
            “Fuck,” Hoseok whispered as the group started to crowd around Jin.
All the boys watched in dread as the two guards started to raid the movie
theater room. Finally one guard reached for the cabinet door that led to the
crawl space under the stairs and everyone held their breath as they waited for
him to reemerge. The guard in the cabinet must have yelled for the other to
come help because the second guard came running over to the crawl space and
soon after both were dragging a flailing Namjoon out from under the cabinet.
            “Oh my God!” Jin exclaimed as he shot up from his seated position.
            “We have to do something!” Jin cried as Hoseok tried to calm him
down.
            “Hyung, it will be okay,” Hoseok stated but Yoongi didn’t know if
it would. This looked like a dire situation and he didn’t have a clue how to
help.
            “While they’re distracted, maybe we should make a run for it,”
Jimin suggested. Yoongi glared at the dark haired boy and before he could say
anything he heard Tae speak for him.
            “No,” was all Taehyung said but it was his tone that sent shivers
down Yoongi’s spine, making him draw into his honey orbs once more.
 
            No, remember what he did.
 
            Yoongi couldn’t help but stare at Tae’s back, his arms folded over
his chest as the lot returned their attention to the screen. What he wouldn’t
give to go back in time and have those arms hold him now but he knew that would
never happen again. Everything between them had died the moment Tae confessed
to him about what he’d done. Yoongi knew now he would never be able to forget
or forgive him. It was all just too painful. The best he could hope for now was
to make it out alive and try to move on with his life. It was more painful to
think about than he imagined it would be but he knew it was the best thing for
them.
            The room was thick with panic as the two men drug Namjoon into the
elevator. There was a black key already sticking out of the keyhole slot, ready
for anyone’s use and the guards simply turned it before pressing any buttons.
            “What are they going to do with him?” Jin said, frantic as he
observed his Master struggle against the men. Namjoon’s pants were bloody from
the gunshot wound and bright red liquid was painting the elevator floor below.
Jungkook was wide eyed, staring at the screen while biting his lip nervously.
Jimin continued to rub the Maknae’s back in a comforting notion, hoping to
sooth him a bit.
            “They’re taking him to Jackson,” Tae said firmly and Yoongi knew he
was right. He watched the guard press the 7th floor button before punching
Namjoon in the back to prevent him from struggling further. After witnessing
it, Jin let out a gasp that could have been heard on the other side of the
world. When the guards and Namjoon arrived the 7th floor they started to make
their way towards the suite and Yoongi suddenly needed to be able to hear what
Jackson would say.
            “Jin, pull up the audio for the suite,” Yoongi said abruptly and
the oldest frantically started to pull it up and switch it to the speaker. A
cold chill ran past Yoongi’s body as they waited for Namjoon to make it inside.
Once there, the guards threw Namjoon to the ground and everyone watched as the
man with the blonder hair approached. Jackson seemed to stop only inches away
from Namjoon’s body, crouching down to meet him at eye level. He reached out
his hand to stroke Namjoon’s face but Namjoon quickly recoiled away, a glare
hosted in his eyes. Jackson stood back up and laughed manically while peering
down at Namjoon’s crumpled frame.
 
            “Hey now,” Jackson said with a coy smile on his face.
 
            “Is that any way for a slave to greet his Master?...”
 
 
           
 
 
***I’M SO SORRY! I’m sorry for not updating sooner. This was by FAR the hardest
chapter to write (and i honestly don't like this chapter), Holidays and just
plain lack of motivation are to blame. I wrote out the story in a timeline and
decided as I was writing this that I didn’t like it so they will most likely be
a chapter or two added now. I commend anyone who’s ever written a story before
because it is no joke hard work, but still so worth it. Thank you so much for
waiting and sticking through it! Hope next chapter is easier to write.***
***** "Is that any way for a slave to greet his Master?..." *****
Chapter 21: “Is that any way for a slave to greet his Master?...”
 
 
            Yoongi stood with the rest of the group as they continued to watch
that was monitor peeking into Namjoon’s suite. …Slave to greet his Master?
Yoongi dwelled on Jackson’s last words. Something did not seem right with the
way the man had stated it. Jackson was hovering over Namjoon’s body still, an
evil grin plastered on his face. Yoongi found it oddly familiar to the one
Namjoon would sport while he played with his slaves. Jackson continued to laugh
as he stepped away from Namjoon, heading back in the direction of the fireplace
in the center of the suite.
            “It’s been quite some time since we’ve seen each other Namjoon. I
think being a slave trainer has gone to your head,” Jackson said while watching
the fire dance inside the glass. He seemed to love this type of mind game just
as much as Namjoon did and Yoongi’s brain was starting to make the connection.
            “Where are they by the way?” Jackson asked. Namjoon who was still
on the ground was silent as he glared up at the platinum blond man. No words
left his lips as they continued to stare at each other. 
            “As you wish, we’ll do it the hard way,” Jackson said as he snapped
his fingers. Instantly the guards standing by the door approached Namjoon on
the floor and proceeded to punch and kick him until Jackson snapped his fingers
again. Coughing up blood onto the ground, Namjoon groaned as he withered on the
floor of his own suite.
            “Let’s try that again shall we?” Jackson said in a happier tone. He
walked back over to Namjoon and bent over with his palms resting against his
knees.
            “Where…are…my…slaves,” Jackson spoke letting every word linger in
the air and Yoongi could only hear the word ‘MY’. He thinks we belong to him,
Yoongi thought and a new fear invaded his mind. Namjoon didn’t respond again as
he scowled up at Jackson.
            “What is he doing?” Jin asked aloud. No one in the group responded
as their eyes stayed glued on the screen.
            “What does Jackson want with us?” Jungkook asked, his innocence
ringing clear. Yoongi knew instantly what Jackson had meant though no one else
seemed to have a clue. Tae voice came as a surprise when he spoke out loud
next.
            “He wants what’s his,” Tae said and Yoongi watched as the boy’s
faces scrunched up in even more confusion.
            “Namjoon is Jackson’s slave and he has come to collect the rest of
his property,” Tae concluded. Jin looked at Tae in disbelief.
            “But we don’t belong to him, we belong to Namjoon, so he’s just
going to take us?” Jin responded, concern and worry on his face. Yoongi had
enough of this foolish blabber from everyone. He was going to set the record
straight before they got off topic.
            “Namjoon doesn’t own us!” Yoongi interrupted in a stern tone and
all eyes were on him suddenly. He took a moment to scan all the slaves’ faces
before he continued.
            “Jackson does. It seems we’ve been lied to…”
            Everyone was silent but Yoongi could see the wheels turning in
their minds. They all turned their attention back to the screen to see what
else was unfolding. Jackson had Namjoon by the scalp and was holding his head
inches from the ground before he slammed him back down into the solid marble
floor.
            “I have no problem waiting Joonie,” Jackson spat, his face
dangerously close to Namjoon’s ear. A moment later Jackson straightened out and
dusted off his clothes before he walked about from Namjoon’s bloody form. He
started to laugh again as he made his way back to Namjoon’s living room,
sitting down elegantly in front of the fire.   
            “Have it your way,” Jackson cooed as he snapped his fingers again.
Instantly the guards went back to work where they left off and even Yoongi
couldn’t bare to watch after a while. It went on for almost a half an hour,
Namjoon’s eyes were black and bruised shut by the time Jackson finally snapped
his fingers again. Namjoon had long been passed out and Jackson ordered his men
to tie him up and put him in the bathtub.
            Yoongi sat in the chair when it was over, trying to hold onto his
sanity. He put his head in his hands, trying to block out everything and the
chatter that had started to rise around him.
            “We need to come up with a plan now!” Jimin stated as the boys
started to panic about the new dilemma.
            “There are only two guards with Jackson as of right now. We can
easily take them and grab Namjoon. I’ve been able to take on more guys before,”
Tae suggested. Jin stood after his comment, glancing at the screen before
speaking.
            “I’m going with you just incase something happens. I want to be
with him if Jackson takes him too,” Jin said, his face more pale than Yoongi
had ever seen him.
            “No, I…I can do it alone. I’ll come back for you guys,” Tae said.
Yoongi wondered where the nerves were coming from. It wasn’t like Taehyung to
be nervous.    
            “That’s not a good idea,” Jimin interjected. You said so yourself,
were in this together.
            Yoongi still had his eyes closed as he listened to the group go
back and forth on what to do. Tae’s plan did seem like the best option but
there was no way Yoongi was letting him go alone. Murderer or not, it was just
not good odds at that point and Yoongi knew Tae was aware of that. Why would he
go on a suicide mission?Yoongi thought. He knows better than anyone else how
this will end. Yoongi suddenly stood up to speak. His head was spinning as he
did and a throbbing pain shot into his temple as a loud ringing ran through his
ears.
            “I’m going with you…” Yoongi managed to say but as he did the pain
increased significantly and he found the outside of his vision was beginning to
blur. Before he knew what was happening black had taken over his sight and he
felt his body collapse to the floor with a loud thud. The last thing he
remembered were voices calling his name but he was so far away to respond.
 
           
            Yoongi woke up in his bed. He didn’t know how long he had been out
cold but as soon as he got up he felt a cold rag on his forehead and the
throbbing pain still in his temple.
            “Lay back down. You need to rest,” a voice called from the distance
and Yoongi looked to see who was in the room with him. On the small love seat
in the left side of the room sat Taehyung, reading a book in silence. Yoongi
instantly got irritated but the pain in his head made him sit silent. He rubbed
at his temples, willing the sharp pain to go away.
            “Yoongi…” Tae said as he got up and crossed the room.
            “Go away,” Yoongi said sharply as he continued to massage his
temples.
            “I’m not going to do that Yoon,” Tae said as he picked up a cup of
water from the nightstand, handing it to him. Yoongi took it reluctantly and
let the cool water quench his dry throat.
            “How long have I been out?” Yoongi asked, afraid of the answer.
            “About five hours,” Tae replied. Yoongi only nodded in response.
            “I’m fine, really,” Yoongi stated, not wanting Tae to be near him
still but Tae only shook his head.
            “I’m not leaving.”
            Exhausted Yoongi decided to climb out of bed.
            “Fine, then I’ll leave,” Yoongi replied as he started to head to
the door, his head was aching badly and he didn’t know if walking was such a
good idea.
            “Yoongi stop!” Tae said in a demanding voice. Against his wishes
Yoongi’s feet seemed to be listening because they didn’t walk any further even
though he willed them to.
            “Just leave me alone Tae,” Yoongi said, his back still facing
Taehyung. A sigh came from behind him and Yoongi quickly heard footsteps
nearing. When the brown haired boy was directly in front of him Yoongi couldn’t
bare to meet his gaze. Though his head was hurting badly, he couldn’t help but
catch a bit of Tae’s sweet sent in the air and it instantly made him drunk. He
tried to push the delicate aroma from his mind but he couldn’t deny the affect
Tae still had on him.
 
            Stop it, remember what he did.
 
            “Yoongi, you are not well. You are stressed out and I think that’s
why you passed out in the control room. Please, we need you to rest before we
can execute our plans,” Tae stated. He stared to guide Yoongi back to the four-
post bed and Yoongi allowed it, knowing that Tae was right. After Yoongi had
climbed back into the sheets Tae stood next to him biting his lip.
            “If you’re going to go against my wishes then at least do something
else besides standing over me gawking,” Yoongi grunted as he sipped more of the
cold water.
            “I’m sorry,” Tae said as he averted his eyes to the floor. He
grabbed a small white bottle next to the lamp and poured two pills into him
palm.
            “Take this, it will help with the pain,” Tae said while offering
the medicine to the blond. Yoongi didn’t hesitate to grab them as he plopped
them both into his throat and downed them with another swig of water. Tae went
to sit down on the bed next to Yoongi’s legs and again Yoongi had to refrain
from saying something nasty.
            “I wanted to update you on the plans we’ve made,” Tae said fiddling
with his fingers.
            “Okay, go ahead,” Yoongi huffed. Tae nodded before continuing.
            “It’s been discussed that Jin, Myself and you will go up to rescue
Namjoon once you are ready. Jimin, Jungkook and Hoseok will stay behind until
they know it is safe and then they will join us in the escape route. We decided
that we will escape through the staircase that bypasses the lobby and we’ll
just have to take our chances with the guards. It’s dangerous even without us
getting Namjoon so well need to move as fast as possible.”
            Yoongi didn’t say anything in response. The only thing running
through his mind was the fact that they still may not make it out. All this and
they may still end up dead. It was a cruel joke this thing they called life and
Yoongi was about done with it. He imaged his mother and sister next to his bed
now. His sister in her favorite pink raincoat, her curled hair flowing past her
shoulders. His mother in her white dress and kitchen apron. A loving smile
plastered on her rosy pink lips. What would his mother say to him if she were
here now?
           
            “…Be strong Min Yoongi…You’ll be fine my love…”
 
            At that thought Yoongi lost it. He felt his heavy chest again and
his eyes started to sting.
            “Yoongi, what’s wrong?” Tae said concerned as tears started to fall
from Yoongi’s eyes again.
            “Fuck this!” Yoongi screamed covering his face. “Fuck all of it!”
            Yoongi could feel Tae’s hands his blanket covered foot.
            “It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I was supposed to be in Seoul.
I was supposed to save them…” Yoongi stammered. He hated feeling weak,
especially in front of Tae but he was done with putting on a front. He wanted
to get out so badly at that moment and all he felt were more chains, more
cages. If Jackson wins, and there was a big possibility he would, the vicious
cycle would start all over again. Yoongi couldn’t bare it. He had never been
suicidal before in his life but in that very moment he thought that taking his
own life would be better than continuing on as another slave.
            “Shhhh Shhhh, it’s not your fault,” Tae said, trying to sooth the
hysterical boy but Yoongi only cried harder.
            “That’s where you’re wrong…it is…it is my fault,” Yoongi cried. He
covered his face again with his hands and willed the pain to stop. A strong
pair of hands grabbed at each of Yoongi’s frail wrists and pulled them away
from his wet face.
            “It is not your fault. You are the most kind, caring person I’ve
ever met and I will not have you thinking any less of yourself,” Tae said while
looking Yoongi dead in the eyes. Yoongi’s heart almost stopped as he peered
into those honey orbs once more.
            “You don’t even know me. You don’t know if I’m all those things,”
Yoongi said as he tried to release his hands from Tae’s grip. Tae only
tightened his hold on Yoongi’s arms, willing him to stop.
            “Yes, I don’t know everything about you but what I do know is that
you are a good person. The person you are would never harm anyone. You would
make sure to be there when someone really needed you even if you didn’t want
to. The person I know is gorgeous and sweet and loves his family very much,”
Tae said, his gaze never leaving Yoongi’s for a moment. Yoongi’s tears still
streamed down his cheeks but they were silent now as he stared deep into Tae’s
eyes, getting sucked into their aura. Tae made sure Yoongi was calm before he
finally released his hands. He looked down to the thick comforter, playing with
the fabric before his attention was brought back to Yoongi’s face. Tae gently
reached out his hand to touch the soft skin on Yoongi’s cheek and this time
Yoongi did not flinch away. He didn’t resist the touch that he craved most this
time. Instead Yoongi let his body relax into it, enjoying it more than he
wanted to admit.
            “The person I know has a good heart and deserves all the happiness
in the world. I wish I could give you all the happiness in the world Yoongi,”
Tae said and this time Yoongi was the one reaching for contact. Yoongi reached
his hand out to Tae’s neck, pulling him in until their foreheads met and were
pressed against each other. Yoongi didn’t break the silence with words. He
closed his eyes and bathed in Tae’s essence, relinquishing all the feelings
that he had tried to suppress. He didn’t know whether it was the possibility of
death or the other many thoughts running through his mind but in this moment he
didn’t care. He didn’t care what Tae had done. He didn’t care about what would
happen in the future. All he cared about was enjoying this moment between them.
            “I know you may not want to hear this,” Tae started to speak and
the hot air from his breath danced on Yoongi’s lips.
            “But I fear if I don’t say it now I won’t get another chance to.”
            Tae pulled away from Yoongi so that they were staring into each
other’s eyes once more. Yoongi was breathless as he stared into Tae’s warm
gaze, waiting for him to speak.
            “I’m in love with you Yoongi…and whatever happens I will make sure
you get out of here,” Tae said and Yoongi body was flooded with emotions. He
didn’t expect that to come from Tae’s lips but the words were everything good
and awful all at once. He was left speechless as he stared back at Taehyung
sitting on the bed. As Yoongi tried to quickly process his thoughts he seemed
to avoid what he already knew.
            Love. Love is a very powerful thing. It can move mountains, it can
make people kill, and it can save a person in many ways. Yoongi thought he
needed to save people. Save his family and save the people around him but what
didn’t realize was that he was the one who needed to be saved and Tae was the
one who had saved him all along. Tae saved him from himself and he saved him
from this house. Yoongi knew he wouldn’t have been able to survive without this
boy and he owed him his life.
            Yoongi stared at Tae, taking in the way his lips called to him, his
scent called to him, his body called to him. Yoongi could no longer resist
anymore. He spoke the words before his mind could even stop him.
 
            “I…I love you too…”
 
            What happened next was all a blur. Taehyung closed the gap between
them and Yoongi suddenly found their lips dancing against one another’s.
Kissing Tae was like take a breathe of fresh air after emerging from the deep
sea. He had been so far down in his own sad blue ocean that he didn’t even
realize how much he needed to breath to feel whole again. He tasted Tae’s sweet
nectar on his lips as his tongue begged to enter his mouth and Yoongi willingly
let him. Tae’s hands were gentler than before. He slowly caressed Yoongi’s
body; not wanting to make him uncomfortable and Yoongi appreciated it as he
enjoyed the contact once more. Tae laid Yoongi down on the bed, making sure he
was content before lying next to him. Tae’s warm hands were playing with the
helm of Yoongi’s shirt and Yoongi was biting his lip trying to think of what to
say. All his emotions were being thrown into a blender and were being mixed
together. Yoongi didn’t know which way was up or which way was down anymore.
All he knew was that he couldn’t lose that last thing that he cared about in
this world and he needed to get his head out of his ass before he did.
            “I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispered. Tae grabbed his face, still stroking
his skin with his thumbs.
            “Hey, don’t be. You did nothing wrong,” Tae assured him, pressing
his soft lips to Yoongi’s once again. The thought of not having Tae in his life
flashed across his mind and suddenly he knew that these might be the last
moments that they shared together. Yoongi started to regret even wasting any of
the precious time they had left but he knew he had to saver what they had from
here on out.
            “When do you think we’ll be executing the plan?” Yoongi asked,
nervous about the response. Tae averted his gaze, looking down at the bed.
            “Jackson is waiting for Namjoon to regain consciousness before he
does anything else. We have Hoseok watching the monitors right now and everyone
else is getting some sleep. We are going to wait until you feel 100% better,”
Tae stated.
            “I feel fine now,” Yoongi responded and Tae only laughed.
            “I knew you would say that,” Tae chuckled. “We will at least wait
for Jin to wake up. We need all three of us to be alert.”
            Yoongi nodded in response. That meant they have probably less than
five hours left in the bunker before they were to carry out their plan. Five
hours left of peace and solitude before tomorrow came and who knows what it
would bring them. Yoongi knew what he wanted to say. He knew this would be the
only time he would get a chance to and he was slightly embarrassed to tell Tae.
            “We may not make it out of here alive,” Yoongi stated, playing with
Tae’s buttons on his shirt. His heart was breaking again at the thought but the
reality was staring them both in the face.
            “Yes, I know. Let’s not think about it,” Tae answered, stroking a
stray hair out of Yoongi’s face.
            “We can’t hide from it,” Yoongi responded, looking back up into
Taehyung’s eyes. He had to avoid them soon after or fear getting lost in the
forever.
            “I know,” Tae said before kissing Yoongi’s lips again.
            “I want…” Yoongi tried to get out but it got caught in his throat.
            “I want to…”
            “Yes? What is it Yoon?” Tae asked curiously. Yoongi took a deep
breath, trying to find the courage to say what was really on his mind.
            “I want to go…all the way,” Yoongi stammered, biting his lip
immediately in embarrassment. Tae looked concerned as he took in Yoongi’s
unexpected request.
            “Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want to rush you into anything
like that Yoongi. We don’t have to do anything like that,” Tae said in a
compassionate tone. Yoongi shook his head as he tried to explain.
            “No, I want to. If this is truly are last night together…then I…I
want to be with you, fully,” Yoongi stated and Tae continued to stare deep into
his eyes.
            “Of course baby,” Taehyung said as he planted his lips back to
Yoongi’s but it was different this time. Yoongi wondered how Tae could become
even tenderer than before but he did. Tae moved his body to lie directly on top
on Yoongi’s, settling in between his legs slightly and they continued to kiss
while they’re hands roamed each others’ bodies. Yoongi was in bliss. His skin
was becoming heated as he felt his growing erection press against Tae’s body.
His headache was long gone now and all he wanted to do was make love to this
boy until tomorrow came. Yoongi suddenly needed to feel Tae’s bare skin on his.
He clawed at the soft material of his shirt and snaked his fingers under the
helm to feel the warm skin below. A soft moan escaped Tae’s lips as Yoongi
hands went to explore his abdomen. Clothes were now in the way of getting to
Tae and Yoongi wanted nothing to do with them. He aggressively pulled the shirt
of Tae’s body and next he sat up to take his off as well. Once they were rid of
their tops Yoongi’s hands were already fighting with the wait band of
Taehyung’s pants and Tae quickly stopped Yoongi’s rush.
            “Hey, hey, not so fast. I want you to enjoy this,” Taehyung
responded and Yoongi’s heart leapt into his throat. Tae slowly peeled off his
pants one leg at a time. After he was finished he helped Yoongi remove his
bottoms as well and then they were both left naked in front of each other. Tae
once again hovered of Yoongi’s body, his strong arms supporting his weight. He
leaned down to plant a light kiss on the middle of Yoongi’s collar bone,
trailing his kisses back out towards his shoulder.
            “Let me know if you want to stop at any time,” Tae stated and
Yoongi nodded in agreement. The blond’s breathing was already gathering speed
as he felt his hard erection in between his thighs. Tae’s member was also
standing erect in front of him and he reached out for it, missing the way Tae’s
cock felt in his palm. Tae let a moan of approval run past his lips and Yoongi
had to remove his thoughts from cumming. Tae’s mouth was ravishing his neck;
sending chills down Yoongi’s spine and making his cock moisten as precum
started to stream down. He needed contacted, needed to feel Tae. His emotions
were too high and only Tae could make them come down. Tae started to trail his
kisses further south, making sure to suck tenderly on Yoongi’s skin as he made
his way to his belly button. Yoongi’s cock was screaming to be touched now and
Tae knew what he was doing by teasing him. Yoongi tried to grind his cock up
towards Tae’s body, need some sort of friction now but Tae was faster and went
to hold Yoongi’s hips down.
            “Patience Yoongi,” Tae cooed as he went back to kissing Yoongi’s
body. Tae’s lips ran down his left thigh, making his way all the way to
Yoongi’s knee and crossing over to kiss back up his right thigh. When Tae was
satisfied with the amount of teasing he had done he finally wrapped his strong
fingers around Yoogni’s shaft, the contact almost sending him over the edge.
Yoongi let out a powerful groan as he arched his back on the mattress. Tae
started a slow rhythm to stroke Yoongi’s painfully hard cock, letting the blond
enjoy some stimulation. Yoongi watched as Tae worked his member gracefully,
making direct eye contact with him.
            “Ah…that feels so good Tae,” Yoongi moaned resting his head back on
the pillow. Tae smiled, taking in Yoongi’s beautiful frame below him.
            “Good baby.”
            Without any warning Tae’s hot mouth was on his member, expertly
sucking him in with his thick lips and driving Yoongi crazy with pleasure.
            “Ah fuck!” Yoongi examined, biting his lip as he felt Tae’s moist
mouth working him in and out. He felt as if he wouldn’t last much longer if Tae
were to continue like this and that’s not at all what Yoongi wanted.
            “Sl...slow down, I don’t want to cum yet,” Yoongi stated, sitting
up on his elbows. With a loud pop, Tae pulled his mouth off of Yoongi’s cock,
licking his lips in a sexy way, teasing Yoongi more.
            “Don’t worry, we have a long way to go still,” Taehyung said, his
voice dripping with lust.
            “Turn over,” Tae commanded and Yoongi obeyed. Pressing his cock
into the bed below, Yoongi found it arousing to feel his hard member pressed
against his stomach. Tae wasted no time spreading Yoongi’s ass apart, exposing
the tiny puckered hole to the cold air. Without warning felt Tae’s tongue
plunge into his entrance, lapping at the sensitive part of Yoongi’s back side.
Fisting sheets into his hand Yoongi let all the moans escape his mouth as he
dove his face deeper into the pillow. Tae’s tongue was warm and inviting and
skillfully danced across the ring. When Tae started to press his tongue in
further into the hole Yoongi was in pure heaven. He enjoyed the slick feeling
of Tae’s tongue entering him and pulling away. It was something he never knew
he would enjoy but he was quite happy to have been introduced to it.
            “Tae,…ah please, I need you,” Yoongi moaned. Tae hands were still
spreading his cheeks, squeezing and caressing the soft flesh there. With a loud
smack he spank the tender skin earning a yelp from Yoongi’s lips. With his legs
still spread apart on the bed Tae removed his mouth from the sensitive hole and
went to nip at Yoongi’s ass cheek.
            “Tae!” Yoongi’s whined, his head still deep in the pillow.
            “Sorry, I couldn’t resist the chance to do it.”
            At Taehyung’s last statement Yoongi knew what Tae meant to say. He
meant he couldn’t resist doing it one last time. Yoongi again realized why they
were even having sex in the first place. He turned to face Tae, flipping over
onto his back pulling the brown haired boy back on top of him so that they’re
cocks touched. Yoongi kissed him hard, trying to savory every part of him in
his memory. It was painful to think about it being the last time but it was
their reality and Yoongi wasn’t going to mess it up.
            Yoongi pushed Tae so that he was flat on his back, his head near
the bottom of the four-post bed. He carefully climbed on top of him, grinding
his ass onto the length of Tae’s swollen member. He took in Tae’s beautiful
features, his eyes, his lips, and his perfectly chiseled chest. Yoongi could
never get enough of this man and he felt blessed that he had chosen Yoongi to
love. He fought the tears and blinked them back. Lowering his mouth to Tae’s
hard cock to distract him. He ran his tongue along the underside of Tae’s
length, stopping to pay particular attention to the sensitive spot just below
the head. As his right hand caressed his genitals Yoongi inserted the entire
member into his awaiting wet mouth and enjoyed all the sounds Tae showered him
with. Tae tasted like cold honey dew on a hot summer day, just perfect in every
way. His skin was intoxicating, smelling of rose petals with a hint of mint and
Yoongi wondered if he had taken a bath in those scents previously in the day.
As he continued to pleasure the boy below, he removed his hands from his balls
and went to put his index finger into Tae’s awaiting mouth. Tae sucked hungrily
on his fingers, knowing well what Yoongi needed them for. After they were nice
and wet he removed them from Tae’s mouth and went to rub two fingers against
Taehyung’s entrance. As Yoongi pressed his fingers to swirl on Tae’s hole he
felt him immediately buck up into his mouth, clearly enjoying the sensation.
            “Feels so good, Yoon,” Tae cooed as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Yoongi wrapped his thick lips tightly around his cock, trying his best to
swallow his length whole. After a couple more minutes Tae sat up and said
something that Yoongi didn’t expect.
            “I want to feel you inside me,” Tae stated, waiting for a response
from the blond. Yoongi removed his mouth from Tae’s member and stared mortified
at his lover.
            “Wh…what?” Yoongi said. He had never entered a man before and to be
honest it wasn’t sure if he would be any good at it.
            “I…I don’t know how,” Yoongi stammered, embarrassment creeping into
his cheeks.
            “Don’t be silly, its just like having sex with a girl, you just
stick it in a different hole. You have had sex with a girl right?” Taehyung
asked. Yoongi nodded but he left out the minor detail of him being completed
wasted.
            “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Yoongi,” Taehyung said
after observing Yoongi’s movements. Yoongi felt guilty. He didn’t want to let
Tae down but he also wasn’t sure about the whole thing. After thinking it over
quickly he placed a peck on Tae’s lips and positioned himself in between Tae’s
smooth thighs.
            “Anything for you,” Yoongi replied and a smile crept on Tae’s face.
            “Oh wait!” Tae exclaimed. “We need…some lubrication.”
            “Where are we going to get that?” Yoongi questioned, confused.
Taehyung wasted no time reaching over to the nightstand and pulling open the
top drawer.
            “Did you think Namjoon wouldn’t equip his slaves rooms without
this?” Tae answered as he dangled a bottle of lube in front on Yoongi’s face.
Swallowing hard Yoongi nodded as he grabbed the bottle from Tae’s hands.
Shaking a bit he tried to open the tube, failing miserably due to nerves.
            “Here, let me help,” Tae said in a kind tone and Yoongi looked up
in defeat before handing it back to him. Tae opened the bottle and Yoongi held
out his hand and let him pour the liquid onto his fingertips. The substance was
cool and slick in Yoongi’s hand and shortly after he was pressing his index
finger back to Tae’s entrance. Tae’s eyes fluttered shut as Yoongi continued to
rub circles on the outside again. Shortly after Tae looked up into Yoongi’s
eyes and with a firm nod he singled Yoongi to proceed to press a finger into
him. Yoongi took a deep breath before doing so. He was nervous about this new
experience he was gaining but he knew he wouldn’t want to do it with anyone
else but Tae. Tae was his confidence and his support even when Yoongi had tried
to push him away. Yoongi knew he would do anything for this boy. Anything.
 
            After a slow and steady insert, Yoongi’s finger was now deep inside
Tae. Yoongi brought his free hand up to continue to stroke Tae’s gorgeous hard
dick. The brown haired boy moaned graciously as Yoongi worked Tae’s hole open.
It wasn’t long after that when Tae was ordering Yoongi to add another finger
and Yoongi obeyed instantly. He hooked his fingers up towards Tae’s belly,
trying to find that particular spot that would drive him mad. When Tae finally
arched his back in pleasure Yoongi knew he had found it. He tried his best to
hit the spot dead on as he pulled the two fingers in and out and after some
time he could feel Tae’s legs starting to quiver on either side of him.
            “Baby now, please, I want to feel you,” Tae begged as he stared up
at Yoongi with those eyes that he could not resist. Yoongi was shaky as he
positioned himself closer to Tae. He grabbed his cock and lined the head of
with Tae’s slick entrance and looked back to his lover for approval before
proceeding. Taehyung sat up; smiling at Yoongi with those lips that could make
him melt and pressed their mouths together in a tender kiss.
            “Don’t be nervous, you’ll do great,” Tae encouraged and Yoongi only
nodded. As Tae laid back down Yoongi felt Tae tighten his legs around his waist
and he took a deep breath before pushing the head of his cock into Tae’s
puckered hole slowly. It was a slow process before he was completely seated
inside fully. Yoongi didn’t want Tae to hurt even though Tae was reassuring him
that he was okay. Yoongi’s body was tingling all over. The tightness of Tae’s
hole around him was enough to make him spill right then and there, their warm
bodies together fit so well.
            “Are you ok?” Yoongi asked concerned as he sat still, waiting for
Tae to adjust to his member. Tae didn’t even so much as wince as he started to
grind down on Yoongi, making the blond moan a bit.
            “Ugh…Yoongi please, you feel amazing,” Tae whined as he urged the
blond to move his hips. Yoongi started to move at a slow and steady pace.
Pushing his cock all the way into Tae’s tight entrance and pulling out just as
slowly. Tae’s scent was threatening to drown him as he tried to concentrate on
his movements. He bent down to kiss Tae’s chest, wanting to fill his nostrils
with Tae’s smell and memory.
            “Fuck!” Tae stammered as Yoongi’s cock got greedier. It felt so
amazing to be slamming into Tae. Not only was it pleasurable but also knowing
that Tae loved him was added an extra set of pleasure that Yoongi had never
experienced before.
 
            Is this what it feels like to make love?
 
            Yoongi didn’t know but all he knew was that he couldn’t get enough.
Tae’s mewls were driving him insane and the more Tae begged the more Yoongi
wanted to deliver to him. It wasn’t long before Yoongi was full on slamming his
cock into Tae’s backside. Tae was wrapping his strong legs higher on Yoongi’s
waist, giving the blond more access to grind into him.
            “I’m…I’m going to cum soon,” Yoongi stammered as he looked down at
Tae’s gorgeous face glistening in the bedroom light. Sweat was beading on both
their foreheads and Yoongi’s abdomen was already clenching in his awaiting
orgasm.
            “Cum for me baby,” Tae said as he stared directly into Yoongi’s
gaze. That was the last thing that sent Yoongi over the edge. He gripped onto
Tae’s hips harder as his orgasm ripped through his body. He could feel his cum
shooting deep into Tae giving him a satisfying feeling that he hadn’t ever
quite felt before and to be honest Yoongi was already addicted. He felt as if
he was claiming Tae as his and he knew from then on he wanted no one else to
touch him, ever.
            Tae sat up to kissed Yoongi on the lips while Yoongi’s softening
cock sat deep inside his lover.
            “That was amazing Yoongi,” Tae said and Yoongi couldn’t help but
blush.
            “You’re amazing,” the blond responded as he smiled, trying to catch
his breath.
            “You’re the most amazing,” Tae retorted, taking his opportunity to
pounce on the boy in front of him. Tae wrestled Yoongi to the other side of the
bed, attaching his lips to his neck and sucking on the skin aggressively.
Yoongi knew Tae marking him as his own and he was quite turned on by the
gesture. Yoongi gave up all control and let Tae devour his body. Tae hadn’t cum
yet and he seemed to be hungry for more as he ran his lips down to Yoongi’s
cock without teasing this time. Yoongi’s soft cock was quickly starting to
regain momentum as he felt Tae’s strong mouth wrap around him again, tasting
himself on Yoongi’s length. The idea of this turned Yoongi on a lot more than
he thought it would as he went to entwine his fingers in Tae’s hair. Tae
removed himself to grab the lube on the stand again and he quickly poured a
small amount onto his fingertips just as he did for Yoongi.
            “Tell me if anything hurts okay?” Tae asked and Yoongi again
nodded. Soon after Yoongi was feeling the familiar massaging of Tae’s skilled
fingers at his entrance before Tae slide one slick finger in first, followed by
the next as he scissored him open. Yoongi was already withering below Tae’s hot
frame as Tae teased his prostate hard.
            “Tae…I want you,” Yoongi begged as shockwaves of pleasure started
to take over his body. His arousal was apparent already as his now erect cock
stood strong between his legs once more.
            “Not yet baby,” Tae cooed. “Turn back onto your stomach,” Tae
ordered and Yoongi was soon on his front again. Tae dove back to eat Yoongi’s
ass with his slippery tongue making electricity pulse through Yoongi’s
physique. His body was now fully craving to be taken by Taehyung and Yoongi
wanted no space left in between them. He wanted to feel him inside of him,
making them one. It wasn’t a want, it was now a need.
            “Tae, please,” Yoongi begged again. “I need you.” Yoongi bit his
lip hard, trying not to grind down on the bed below for release. He felt two
fingers enter him again as Tae stretched his hole out some more. The slight
burn from the stretch drove Yoongi mad. The mixture of pleasure and pain was
his favorite when he was with Tae.
            “Are you sure about this Yoon?” Tae asked him one last time as he
positioned himself at Yoongi’s pulsing entrance.
            “Yes, yes!” Yoongi responded eagerly and he felt Tae rub the head
of his dick to stretched ring sending chills down Yoongi’s back. The blond
looked back at Tae to reassure him that he in fact was ready. Tae smiled and
leaned down to place a soft peck on Yoongi’s shoulder blade before proceeding.
            “Okay.”
 
            Tae squeezed a generous amount of lube into his palm and went to
coat himself with the slick substance. He slowly pressed his large member into
Yoongi’s tight entrance earning a slight hiss from Yoongi’s lips. Tae
immediately stopped moving upon hearing it, fearing that he would hurt the
other boy.
            “It’s..it’s okay, I can handle it. Keep going,” Yoongi said, his
eyes clenched shut.
            “Just breathe, I’ll give you some time,” Tae said as he started to
leave more kisses along Yoongi’s back and neck. The touch was heavenly as
Yoongi waited for the sting to subside. After a minute to two, the hunger was
coming back again and Yoongi wanted to feel Tae fully inside him.
            “Go ahead,” Yoongi stated and Tae continued his slow process of
engulfing himself inside Yoongi’s tight hole. They went like that until Tae was
fully inside, feeling every pulse of Yoongi surrounding his hard member.
Yoongi’s ass felt so full. He was still grateful that Tae was caring enough to
take his time but Yoongi couldn’t deny the burn and stretch was a lot more
painful this time, almost as bad as when Namjoon had forced himself on him. Tae
knew something was wrong when Yoongi refused to open his eyes after while.
            “Are you okay baby?” Tae asked concerned. He was sitting on top of
Yoongi’s back legs, rubbing circles on his lower back to relieve the pain but
it seemed the pain wasn’t subsiding as fast as Yoongi would like.
            “It..it hurts,” Yoongi said while wincing and Tae immediately
started to suggest they stop.
            “No…no…I don’t want to stop. I want this. I need to feel you,”
Yoongi said, his eyes finding Tae’s as he turned around to face him,
desperation ringing clear on his features.
            “Here, try to get on your hands and knees,” Tae suggested and
Yoongi did so, moving slowly, trying not to make Tae’s cock slip out. Tae’s
hand wrapped around his waist and his fist found their way back to Yoongi’s
cock instantly. Tae’s steady strong strokes were just what Yoongi needed to
take his mind off of the burn. After maybe five minutes, Yoongi was already
panting again, the burn in his entrance down now to a dull pain. His body
suddenly wanted to feel Tae’s cock sliding in and out over his prostate and
Yoongi pushed back at bit to show Tae that he was ready for him to move.
            “Fuck Yoongi, you feel so good,” Tae said as he held a hand onto
Yoongi’s hip. Yoongi placed his head on the bed, leaving his ass high in the
air, ready to be taken by Tae.
            “Please Tae, I need you,” Yoongi whimpered, his cock pulsing as
much as his ass now. He felt warm all over again an all that he knew was that
he needed to feel close to Tae. He felt Tae slowly pull out, taking his time
and when he pushed back in Yoongi’s body erupted with an overload of pleasure
as Tae’s thick cock brushed firmly against his prostate perfectly.
            “Mmmmm Tae! You’re cock feels so amazing,” Yoongi moaned as he felt
Tae repeat the movement. Tae was moaning soft moans as well, he no doubt
enjoyed Yoongi’s tight hole ravishing his dick. Tae’s grip tightened on
Yoongi’s hips as he increased his tempo over time, making sure to pay special
attention to Yoongi’s responses. Yoongi was screaming louder as Tae continued
to slam into him. Taehyung was filling his body with such thickness and depth,
Yoongi couldn’t contain his cries anymore. Lube was spilling down his thighs
but all he cared about was Taehyung’s cock sending him over the edge.
            “Oh fuck Tae harder,” Yoongi begged, his ass getting hungrier and
hungrier as time went on. He loved the feeling of Tae’s cock filling him up, it
was such a satisfying feeling to be fucked and made love to all at the same
time. Without warning Tae pulled his cock out, leaving Yoongi empty and begging
for more. Before he could protest, Tae had grabbed Yoongi’s legs and flipped
him over onto his back once more.
            “I want to see you’re face when you cum,” Tae stated in a breathy
voice as he pressed a wet sloppy kiss to Yoongi’s lips. They continued to kiss
even as Tae went to insert himself back inside Yoongi’s dripping hole. Tae
pressed Yoongi’s thighs up into his chest; making it easier for him to slam his
cock against Yoongi’s spot and Yoongi didn’t know how much longer he could hold
on. His legs were trembling with ever thrust and all he could see were stars in
his vision.
            “Tae, I’m…I’m close,” Yoongi moaned as bit his lip to stifle some
of the sound. Tae went to suck on Yoongi’s lower lip, freeing it from the grasp
of his teeth.
            “I want to hear you,” Tae growled, his head later dipping into the
nook of Yoongi’s neck as he lapped at the sweat glistening off of his skin.
Yoongi felt his second orgasm coming fast. Tae knew this and went to grab
Yoongi’s hard member, stroking it hard in time with his powerful thrusts.
            “Tae…fuck!” Yoongi moaned, he was on the brink and he
subconsciously tightened his hole around Tae’s cock as he felt his abdomen
muscle tense again. Yoongi was out of breath as he searched for air. His fists
on the bed were turning his knuckles white and he opened his eyes one last time
to see Tae looking down at him and that was enough to send him into spasms. He
came in big long spurts all over his chest as Tae stroked him through his
orgasm. His body was in complete bliss as he felt Tae hit his prostate with
every thrust and insertion. His moans were the loudest they had ever been and
he didn’t care who heard him because he was with the boy he loved most, making
love and nothing else in the world mattered. Tae wasn’t far behind him. A few
more thrusts into his body and Tae was filling his body up with a warm
substance and Yoongi quite enjoyed being claimed at Tae’s. The warm liquid was
comforting in his belly and he didn’t even care to wipe it up when some spilled
out onto the bed when Tae pulled out. They laid kissing softly after the
ordeal, not wanting to separate themselves from each other in the sticky mess.
Tae laid lightly on top of Yoongi’s body and both were sweaty and gross but
neither minded.
 
            “I love you Min Yoongi,” Tae said as he stared into the blond boy’s
eyes. Yoongi felt a fuzzy warm feeling come over him in his chest. It wasn’t
enough to block out all the pain he had suffered in the last few days but it
was enough to fill the hole for now that had been burned in his heart. He
didn’t want to think about to tomorrow, he didn’t want to think about anything.
All he wanted was to stay wrapped in Tae’s strong arms for as long as he could
and remember him as he was right then and there. Perfect in every way.
           
            “I love you Kim Taehyung…”
           
           
 
 
 
 
***I didn’t mean for this to be majority smut but…oh well! The rest will have
to be pushed into the next chapter. Thanks for reading! Comments always
appreciated. You guys are the best readers anyone could ask for and I really
mean that so thank you!!!!****
***** "I love you Kim Taehyung..." *****
Chapter 22: “I love you Kim Taehyung…”
 
 
            That night Yoongi couldn’t sleep. He laid in bed with Tae lying
next to him, their bodies facing each other. Taehyung must have been very tired
because shortly after their love session he fell into a soft slumber. Yoongi
looked down to Tae’s face in the dimly lit room. He traced Tae’s soft facial
structure with his fingers, relishing his appearance and burning it into his
memory. He watched as Taehyung’s chest rose and fell with every breath he took.
Yoongi couldn’t help but think of how beautiful Tae was in that moment. All
that had happened in the past 24 hours was weighing on his mind and it refused
to let him sleep even a wink. As he trailed his fingers through Taehyung’s hair
he couldn’t help but feel the pain in his chest again as he thought of the task
that lay before them.
           
            How did this happen? It wasn’t supposed to be like this. God why?
What did we do to deserve this?
 
            Yoongi let a small tear fall from his eye and roll down his cheek.
Images of his mother, sister, father, and now Tae flashed across his mind as he
laid in silence.
 
            I can’t…I can’t lose him again.
 
 
            Tae let out a small whimper as he rustled next to Yoongi on the
bed. Yoongi didn’t know what time it was but he knew that he probably should go
check on Hoseok to see if anything new had happened. He slowly removed himself
rom Tae’s embrace, being careful not to disturb him. Putting on a pair on
joggers from his dresser and a gray sweater to keep him warm, Yoongi made his
way out of the bedroom and back to the control room. Upon entering he found not
Hoseok but Jungkook sitting in the room alone, looking at the screens.
 
            “Hyung…” Jungkook stated as Yoongi made his way over to the empty
chair next to him. He could see clearly that the Maknae had been crying and
there was a lot of stress apparent on his face.
            “Are you okay?” Yoongi asked as he observed the youngest boy.
Yoongi was concerned and all he wanted to do was try to help. Jungkook looked
up at him with pitiful eyes.
            “No. No Hyung. I can’t live with myself. This is all my fault,” the
youngest said in a weak tone. Jungkook’s voice was quivering as he spoke but
his gaze did not break. Yoongi sighed as he looked down at the smaller boy.
            “It’s not your fault. I promise we will get through all of this,”
Yoongi replied but even he didn’t believe his own statement fully.
            “What if we don’t?” Jungkook asked, his bottom lip trembling.
Yoongi stared at him for a moment, trying to think of words to say. This was
such a difficult situation for everyone to be in and he could only image the
guilt that plagued Kookie now. Yoongi turned in his chair to face the crying
boy. Without speaking he pulled the Maknae into a tight embrace, rubbing his
back in an attempt to stop his tears.
            “Shhhh shhhhh. That’s not going to happen. I promise I’ll get you
out of here,” Yoongi replied but he knew it wasn’t a good promise to make.
Kookie cried onto his shoulder and Yoongi was starting to feel the tears soak
through his thin sweater.
            “My…my mother told me not to go to the police. She begged me not to
come back to this house fearing that I wouldn’t come back. She was right…I
should have listened to her,” Jungkook said, still sniffling into the soft
material.
 
 
JUNGKOOK’S FLASHBACK
 
            “Jungkookah! Please don’t go! I love you so much. I just recently
got you back and now you want to run back into that monster’s arms? Please
honey, I’m begging you, don’t go to the police station. I will find a way to
get the rest of them out but I need you to stay safe with me,” Junkook’s mother
pleaded with tears in her eyes. Jungkook was also crying as he got dressed to
go to the police station. Since he had escaped on Halloween night the only
thing he had done was plan a way to get the rest of the slaves out of the
house. He tried to find every connection he could think of that would link back
to Namjoon but alas he came up empty. He knew his Master paid off all the
policemen in Seoul but he couldn’t help but remember that Namjoon was afraid of
traitors that lay within the law enforcement in Korea.
 
            “Never go there, Kookie. I know there are snakes among them and we
can’t afford to be turned in by someone who wants to hurt us,” Namjoon stated
this to him many times, it was almost engrained in his mind. As Jungkook sat on
the bed tying his shoes, he looked to his mother’s face as he got the courage
to leave her once more. She stood before him in an awkward stance, begging him
to stay again.
            “I’ll do it for you, I’ll go to the police station. No one will
know who I am,” his mother stated as she begged.
            “Mom no! Please don’t…don’t do that. Even if I never come back,
don’t ever go to the police!” Jungkook said as he got up and closed the gap
between them.
            “I love you. I can handle anything he throws at me but I can’t
handle knowing that he’ll hurt you,” Jungkook said through tears. He was a bit
taller than her by one inch but their eyes were almost perfectly aligned. He
kissed her on the forehead and pulled her into a tight embrace as she wept in
his arms. He knew it could be a lie but he had to say something to comfort her
from the thought of losing her son for a second time.
            “I promise, I’ll be back…”
 
END OF FLASHBACK
 
 
            “I’m sorry Hyung. I’m sorry for getting us into this mess. I was
only trying to help,” Jungkook sobbed as he gripped onto the back of Yoongi’s
sweater with his fists. Yoongi bit his lip as he continued to rub Kookie’s
back. He felt just as scared as the boy he was hugging but he knew he had to be
strong for him.
            “I know, I know, don’t worry. We’re going to get through this,”
Yoongi said as he pulled the Maknae in tighter. He massaged Jungkook’s back as
he tried to steal glances at the monitors for any signs of life. He wanted to
comfort him in any way but Yoongi’s curiosity for the penthouse was still
strong in his mind.
            “Jimin hates me,” Kookie mumbled into Yoongi’s shoulder. Upon
hearing this, Yoongi immediately pulled Jungkook away from his body and forced
the Maknae to look into his eyes.
            “No he doesn’t Jungkook. We all care about you very much,” Yoongi
said as he took the time to get his point across clearly. “I care about you and
we’re going to make it out of here…together…”
            Just as Yoongi was going to continue a noise in the doorway caught
both of their attention.
            “Is that so?” stated a voice from the entrance of the room and both
the boys snapped their gaze towards the sound. Jimin stood in the entrance
opening with his arms crossed over his chest in a defensive manor. His demeanor
was ice cold as he bore daggers into Yoongi and Jungkook.
 
            “Jimin you’re awake?” Jungkook said as he immediately went over to
greet his lover. Jimin had a sour look in his eyes as he stayed glaring into
Yoongi’s pupils. It wasn’t obvious at first why Jimin was acting so strange but
the next words he spoke cleared everything right up.
            “Don’t touch me Jungkook. If you want to run off with him then I
won’t stop you,” Jimin spat, jealousy filing his words.
            “Ji…Jimin, what are you talking about?” Kookie asked baffled. He
glanced back at Yoongi briefly before returning his attention back to his
boyfriend.
            “I told you to not leave the room without me. You said you would
sleep so that we could be rested for tomorrow, yet I find my bed empty and you
here…cuddling up to him in the middle of the night,” Jimin said, his words
carrying so much spite and anger in each syllable.
            “Jimin stop it,” Yoongi said in a threatening tone. He didn’t have
time for jealous games. They needed to focus on the task at hand and it seemed
with every turn more distractions and obstacles where being thrown at them.
            “Stop what Hyung?”
            Hyung. The word was sour and bitter coming from Jimin’s lips.
            “If you want him, then take him,” Jimin said, throwing his hands up
in the air.
            “Jimin! Nothing is going on! Stop acting like this!” Jungkook
yelled, his voice cracking as more frustrated tears started to fall from his
eyes.
            “Yoongi was just listening to me,” Jungkook finished in almost a
whisper. Jimin’s eyes were still narrowed on Yoongi as he stood silent. This
bunker was tearing them apart when they needed to band together the most.
Yoongi feared if they did not get out soon then they had less of a chance in
the end to survive.
            “This is no time for you to lose. We need to focus on escaping and
your jealous rampage isn’t going to help,” Yoongi said through pursed lips and
Jimin’s eyes glared even more.
            “Jealous rampage?” Jimin asked in a questioning tone. He began to
laugh in an outlandish way, sending goose bumps down Yoongi’s arm.
            “I have nothing to be jealous of if I’m not with anyone,” Jimin
said in a poisonous tone and he shot a glare at Jungkook as he turned to leave.
            “Jimin!” Jungkook cried harder as he ran over to boy in the
doorway. The Maknae reached out his arm in an attempt to halt Jimin from
leaving.
            “Please, stop this nonsense! I only love you. I would never be with
anyone else!” Kookie cried. Jimin glared at Jungkook and shy’d away from his
effort to grab him.
            “You came back only for him didn’t you?” Jimin snapped as he glared
at the Maknae. Junkook cried harder as he helplessly looked back at Jimin’s
harsh demeanor.
            “Jimin…please. I’m telling you the truth,” Jungkook said, trying
once more to make Jimin see reason. Jimin only shook his head at the Maknae
before replying.
            “We’ll see about that,” Jimin snorted as he stormed out of the room
and out of sight. Jungkook was now distraught. He chased the dark haired boy
down the hall, leaving Yoongi in complete silence in the control room. He shook
his head, trying to ride his mind of the drama at hand and he turned his
attention back to the monitor screens to see if anything new was going on.
            Namjoon’s suite was void of much activity. There was a guard
standing on either side of doorway entrance and a figure seemed to be asleep in
Namjoon’s bed. On further review Yoongi could see that it was in fact Namjoon
who was tied up still and curled up on his own silk sheets. Jackson was nowhere
to be found at the moment but Yoongi figured he’d turn up soon.
            Yoongi put his head in his palms, willing his new slight headache
to go away. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take but he had to
try to push the bullshit aside for now. After another hour of observing the
monitors, Yoongi decided that nothing else was going to happen tonight. The
monitor clock on the computer read 3:54am when Yoongi heard fresh footsteps
again closing in. When he turned to see who it was he was slightly surprised to
see Jin’s frame walking towards him with a sleepy expression on his face.
            “Did anything happen?” Jin asked while rubbing his eyes. Jin looked
as if he hadn’t slept at all. His eyes were swollen and puffy with red circles
to accompany them and he could barely open them in the dim lighting. No doubt
he too was as stressed as everyone else. Yoongi expression was firm as he
watched Jin sit in the empty seat that Jungkook had left.
            “No,” the blond replied flatly. When Jin had settled into the seat
Yoongi turned his frame towards the oldest, observing him from his place.
            “This doesn’t change anything between us,” Yoongi said in a cold
tone. He may have promised to save Namjoon but Yoongi could never forget all
the torture Jin and Namjoon had put them through. If Yoongi had it his way he
would leave them both to Jackson right now but he couldn’t. His mother and
family were gone and the only traces left of her was in Namjoon’s memories. He
needed to know why she did it. Why she gave him up. It would drive him mad for
the rest of his life if he didn’t find out the truth.
            Jin looked at Yoongi after he made it clear where their
relationship lied. Jin swallowed hard before averting his gaze down to the
floor. Yoongi watched his expression turn to one of bleakness before Jin slowly
nodded his head.
            “Yes, I understand,” the oldest responded. He didn’t sneer or make
a smart comment like Yoongi had assumed he would. Instead he seemed to accept
what Yoongi was telling him and turned his attention to the screens in search
of Namjoon.
 
            A few moments later loud yelling could be heard from the living
room area. Yoongi waited for whoever was yelling to eventually come into the
control room but when they didn’t both he and Jin ran down the hall to see what
the commotion was about this time.
 
            “Jimin stop!” Jungkook yelled as he gripped onto Jimin’s leg. The
scene laid out before him puzzled Yoongi. He soon saw a sleepy Hoseok and an
alert Tae come rushing towards them from the bedrooms hallway.
            “What’s going on?” Tae said in a stern voice. Everyone was
frantically looking around the room, trying to figure out what the problem was.
As Hoseok started to walk towards Jimin, a shinny black handgun was drawn and
cocked almost immediately at his chest. Jimin had taken the black gun from
Tae’s room no doubt and instantly everyone’s hands went up.
            “Woah woah Jimin! Let’s just take it easy alright?” Taehyung stated
as he stared at the gun. Yoongi’s throat had gone dry as he watched Jimin hold
the glock out in front of him. Kookie had also backed away now, frightened by
the crazy look in Jimin’s eyes.
            “Chim…where..where did you get that?” Jungkook stuttered as he
stepped away, a hurt and wary look on his face.
            “It doesn’t matter! This ends now! I’m going to get him myself so
that we can get the fuck out of here!” He screamed, beads of sweat now pooling
on his temples. Yoongi’s palms were sweaty from adrenaline but his heartbeat
was surprisingly calm as he stayed quiet. He stole a glance at Taehyung who was
trying to talk Jimin down but Tae was solely focused on Jimin alone.
            “Jimin please, put the gun down,” Tae said in a calm manor as he
tried to approach Jimin. Even Yoongi could tell he was used to this type of
situation. Being apart of a notorious gang would give you situational skills
like this.
            “Stay back or I’ll pull the trigger…I’ll do it!” Jimin screamed. He
glanced over at Jin and Yoongi briefly before looking back in the direction of
the other three boys.
            “Jimin,” Yoongi spoke now. “Please put it down. We can calmly
discuss the plan but this is not the way to do it,” the blond spoke as he
continued to hold his hands up.
            “I don’t wish to discuss anything with you,” Jimin said, still
clearly angry about the situation he walked into earlier. Jimin started to back
away towards the exit of the bunker. His hands on the gun were shaky as he held
it pointed out but nobody took any steps towards him.
            “Jimin! Please!” Kookie pleaded, his face hurt by his lover
actions. Yoongi could tell Jimin’s jealousy had overpowered his thoughts and he
could no longer be persuaded out of his decision now. He was still on edge as
he watched Jimin continue to walk backwards, nervous about what the boy was
going to do.
            “Jimin…” Jungkook tried once more, tears still staining eyes. Jimin
only shook his head in response, the gun still held high.
            “Don’t follow me,” was all he said before he turned on his heel and
ran fast down the entrance hallway. Jungkook started to follow him but Tae
quickly grabbed him by the arm.
            “Let him go!”
            “No! I won’t let him get killed!” Jungkook wailed as he fought hard
against Tae’s grip but it was no use. Taehyung was much stronger than him and
held tight to his waist.
            “What do we do?” Jin butted in, panicked by all the commotion.
Yoongi’s mind was racing. He looked across the room to each person’s face and
tried to make a split second decision. Jimin was really throwing everything
off, even putting them in danger but they had to act fast before they missed
their opportunity.
            “I’m going after him, stay here,” Tae said to the group and Yoongi
was the first to protest. He ran over to block Tae from running out, grabbing
his face in his hands.
            “No, you’re not leaving without me,” Yoongi stammered, staring
directly into Taehyung’s deep hazel eyes. Yoongi’s heart was now beating out of
control. Tae’s grabbed one of Yoongi’s wrists before planting a deep kiss on
top his lips.
            “Stay here Yoon,” Tae said as he tried to break away from Yoongi’s
hold.
            “No!” Yoongi said breathless. There was no way he was letting Tae
go this time. Not now, not ever.
            “Get your stuff, we’re following him,” Yoongi replied. Tae looked
defeated but he was the first to nod in agreement. Yoongi quickly ran back to
his room and grabbed the picture of his family. He shoved it into his pocket
along with the knife and met the rest of the boys outside the bedroom doors.
Without a gun they didn’t have much of a chance but Yoongi knew they needed
everything they could get. Taehyung had returned with the plastic key, the
badge nowhere to be found.
            “Jimin must have taken the badge as well,” Tae said and Yoongi knew
they were in trouble now. Without the badge there was no way to call the
elevator to even get off the 4th floor.
            “Where’s Jungkook?” Yoongi asked frantically. He looked around
looking for the Maknae but when he only saw four faces including his own he
knew something else was wrong too.
            “He must have ran after Jimin,” Jin said as he nervously looked
around.
            “We don’t have time. We need to catch up to them,” Tae stated and
the group all nodded in agreement. As Jin and Hoseok started to make their back
towards the entrance of the bunker, Tae turned to Yoongi, halting him in his
tracks. Taehyung’s face now was one of seriousness. It told Yoongi that the
next words he would speak were very important and that he needed to listen to
them very carefully.
            “Yoongi, whatever happens once we exit this bunker, I just want you
to know that I love you more than anything else in this world. I will do
anything to make sure you get out of here safely,” Taehyung stated as he gazed
upon Yoongi’s face. The blond went weak in his knees. Not only was he
overwhelmed by the amount of love that he felt for Tae but also the rising fear
about what they were about to do. He prayed silently in his mind that they
would make it out together and that everything would be ok but he knew better
than to put false hope inside his mind. Yoongi wrapped his arms around Tae’s
neck, pulling him in before he crashed their lips together in one last final
heated kiss. He felt Tae’s lips move against his softly and he suppressed the
tears that threatened the corner of his eyes now.
            “I love you too,” is all Yoongi said as he pulled their lips apart
unwillingly. Yoongi ran his fingers along the line of Tae’s jaw, getting lost
in his eyes as if it were the last time he would ever be this close again.
Before any more words could be said, Tae was already pulling Yoongi down the
dark corridor, both running towards the exit.
 
            The two ran until they caught up to Jin and Hoseok at the mouth of
the first door where Tae had almost drowned. The water was spilling in on both
sides of them as they watched the pool drained around them. Water was splashing
at their ankles already, soaking their shoes and pants.
            “Where did they go?” Tae asked Jin and Hoseok but it was apparent
to the lot that the answer was rather easy. Jimin and Jungkook must have swum
against the current to escape out of the pool. Yoongi watched as the water
continued to flow. The level of the water was slowly lowery with each new wave
but it took another five minutes until the water was waist deep and low enough
for the boys to simply walk through.
            “Let’s go, “ Tae said when he felt they had waited long enough.
Grabbing Taehyung’s hand, Yoongi started to make their way through the pouring
water. The current was even stronger than Yoongi had expected. Instantly he
almost fell back into the room behind them but he noticed something that must
have helped the previous two get out of the tunnel. Small groves in the wall
could be seen easily now and Yoongi pointed them out to the group as they made
their way up stream and out of the draining bunker. Usuing the small holes in
the wall, Yoongi pulled his way against the strong current, water soaking him
head to toe once more. Looking back to make sure everyone was right behind him
he watched as Jin also helped Hoseok climb his way out.
            At the opening of the hidden doorway on the side of the pool,
Yoongi fell into open water with a splash. He began to swim towards the shallow
end; looking back again and watching all the boys follow close behind.
            “We need to hurry,” Yoongi yelled over the sloshing water. Once the
group had climbed out of the pool in their soaked clothes, they made their way
to the elevator and waited for instructions. At the foot of the elevator,
Yoongi watched as Hoseok picked up a rather familiar rectangular item from the
floor.
            “Look, isn’t this a badge?” Hoseok asked as he held up the small
white item in his fingers. Yoongi couldn’t have been happier to see the badge
right there in front of them but he was perplexed as to why it was left there.
      “
            “They must have left it for us,” Jin replied and Yoongi had to
suppress a smile.
            Thank you Jimin.
 
            Tae swiped the badge and pushed the button and when the light lit
up Yoongi knew they didn’t have much time.
            “Go and hide out of sight until we know it’s safe,” Tae said after
pushing the button. The group ran to either side of the door, hiding behind
lawn chairs and towel baskets.
            “Give me the knife,” Tae said as they hid together and Yoongi
didn’t hesitate as he pulled it out of his back pocket.
 
            “4TH Floor.”
 
            When the girl chimed in that the elevator had arrived, Yoongi
waited in anticipation to see if anyone was waiting inside to kill them. Tae
took the initiative to creep along the side and peak in, knife ready to attack.
When he saw no one inside he quickly called the boys over, rushing them into
elevator one by one. Once they had all piled inside and the doors had slid
shut, they sat staring at the buttons, trying to figure out which one to press.
            We could leave right now. We could make a run for it, Yoongi
thought to himself but he knew he couldn’t do that to the rest of the boys.
Jimin and Jungkook needed their help and he wouldn’t abandon them when they had
never abandoned him.
            Yoongi observed a master key still in place and ready to be used.
He tried to think about which floor would be the safest at this time but it was
Jin who spoke next that took him by surprise.
            “There are only two guards in Namjoon’s suite at the moment, one
outside and one inside. Do you think we could sneak past them?” Jin asked, his
eyes wide with fear. Yoongi decided to ponder this for a moment. They had no
idea where Jungkook and Jimin were. For all they knew they could of fled the
building without them. Yoongi knew the group didn’t have much of a choice
either way; they had one knife, one badge and one plastic key.
            “Tae, do you think you can take on a guard with a knife?” Yoongi
asked, not wanting to put him in danger but knowing Tae was the most skilled
fighter they had. Tae nodded after a moment, never breaking eye contact with
Yoongi.
            “We don’t have much of a choice,” Tae stated and quickly he punched
the 7th floor button and the group rode up in silence on their way up to
Namjoon’s suite. Many scenarios were running through Yoongi’s mind as they
neared their destination. He stared at himself in the reflection of the mirror
inside the elevator. Looking at his dark circles under his eyes and how
disheveled his blond hair looked at the moment. He thought he looked scrawnier
than he remembered as he observed how his wet clothes hung to his frame.
Taehyung must have noticed the look of disapproval in Yoongi’s eyes because
before the elevator stopped Tae’s lips were kissing his temple.
            “You’re perfect,” Tae breathed and Yoongi had to bit his lip to
stop the blush from creeping into his face. It was a small distraction from the
task at hand but it wasn’t long enough to wane the danger they were arriving
upon.
 
            What if there is an ambush? What if Tae get’s shot trying to take
on the guard? What if this is all a mistake?
 
            He didn’t have time to finish his thoughts as the elevator pulled
up to its destination.
            “7th floor,”
            Fuck! That’s louder than I expected, Yoongi thought to himself as
the sexy girl threatened to give away their location. Nobody breathed as they
stood still in the elevator, afraid to move out into the open. Tae’s eyes were
focused as he began to peer around the entrance of the open elevator. All the
boys were silent, waiting for a bullet to wiz by them. When Tae took a few more
steps out into the hallway, Yoongi could barely see straight as his heart began
to pound out of his chest. Sweat was pooling in his palms once more and he
almost wanted to grab Taehyung by the shoulders to pull him back into safety.
            Tae was now fully out of the elevator, knife in hand as he slowly
stepped towards Namjoon’s suite. Yoongi couldn’t bare it anymore; he brought
himself to peer around the corner of the elevator, curious as to why the guard
had not attacked Tae yet. Upon sticking his head out Yoongi now saw what the
situation was. He saw the guard, sitting on the floor with his back to
Namjoon’s door. His arms and chest were crossed in front of him and his head
was laid to the side in a deep slumber. Yoongi could only image what Jackson
would do to him if he found him in such a state. Torture? Death? Either way
this guard wasn’t living up to his job description and Yoongi was happy for it
to work out in their favor.
 
            As the group made their way down the hall tiptoeing and walking as
slowly as possible, Jin from behind the group was whispering to catch
Taehyung’s attention.
            “Pst…pst!” Jin whispered, waiting for someone to turn around.
Taehyung whipped his head around so fast Yoongi thought he almost felt the wind
hit his face. Tae glared hard at Jin and Yoongi did too as he looked back at
the oldest of the group.
            “What?” Tae mouthed as the four of them stopped walking. Hoseok
looked more nervous than ever as he cowered behind Jin’s frame.
            Jin started to mouth something without making any noise. Motioning
to something Tae had on him. It looked as if Jin was say “Key, key” and his
actions of turning something in the air were validating this as well. Yoongi
suddenly knew what Jin was asking for. He turned around and reached a hand into
the pocket of Tae’s pants pulling out the green plastic key. Yoongi wondered
how Jin even knew about the small article that Tae had copied. He assumed the
two must have talked quite a bit while Yoongi was falling in and out of his
depression. He handed the small key to Jin who now started to walk again
towards the suite. As the group crept closer to the sleeping guard, Yoongi’s
body increased in sweat and fear. Fear that the guard would wake up and fear
that they would be found out. To Yoongi’s surprise when the group reached the
double French doors again, Jin continued to walk further down the hall, passing
the group entirely.
            Yoongi shot a glance suspiciously at Tae, wondering where Jin was
going and what he was up to. Tae seemed to have the same idea as he glared at
Jin’s back. Jin walked down to the opposite end of the long corridor until he
reached a single door on the end. The door Yoongi recognized as his old room
before Namjoon banished him to sleep in the dorms with everyone else. Yoongi
watched Jin place the key in the slot and open it, disappearing into the wall.
Yoongi returned his gazed to Tae who was now crouched over the guard, the knife
at his throat, ready to slit it open at a moments notice. Not long after Jin
reemerged from his old room, a bottle in one hand and a cloth in the other.
Yoongi immediately recognized the items Jin carried and a shutter ran down his
spine. Chloroform, Yoongi remembered it instantly from the night Jin had used
it on him and tortured him in the basement. It sent a sour feeling through his
stomach to remember the pain Jin had put him through but Yoongi knew he had to
try his best to forget all those things right now. They had to get inside, grab
Namjoon and try their best not to get killed while fleeing. Jin walked faster
towards the lot, already pouring the chemical onto a white rag. Once Jin was
standing over the guard’s feet, Tae braced himself for the attack. He handed
the knife over Yoongi, bracing his hands out in front of him to hold the guard
down. With a swift nod to Jin the oldest quickly pressed the cloth to the
guards mouth, awakening the man instantly. It was a quick struggle as Tae
grabbed the man’s arms to prevent him from taking the cloth off his face.
Noises were heard coming from the guards struggling mouth but within seconds
his eyes rolled in the back of his head and he was out cold on the floor. Tae
retrieved the gun in the guard’s hands just in time before another guard inside
the suite flung the door open to see what all the commotion was about.
            “Hey what’s going on out…” was all the guard could say before a
loud bang was heard and Yoongi watched the man fall to the ground.
            “Tae!” Yoongi screamed as he watched him shoot the next guard
without question. Tae went to point the barrel of the gun at the previous guard
who was now knocked out with chloroform and pulled the trigger without
question. Yoongi’s nerves were so rattled watching Tae murder the two men
without remorse but he tried to remind himself that Tae had done this many
times before.
            “Better dead than asleep,” Tae stammered as he pushed past the dead
bodies.
            Upon entering there were no more guards in sight and Yoongi started
to climb the steps quickly to retrieve Namjoon who was still lying on the bed
tied. The taller blond man was covered in blood but he had managed to sit up in
all the commotion, probably fearful for his life.
            “Get down!” Hoseok screamed from down in the living room and Yoongi
went to dive behind the bed as well, not knowing what was going on. Two men had
now appeared from the balcony and were shooting towards the group. It didn’t
take long to see both the guards from outside fall to the ground as Tae
skillfully shot them down. Their heavy bodies landed with a loud thud on the
marble floor, spraying blood all over the white décor.
            “Are you ok!?” Yoongi yelled as he started to stand back up from
his crouched position. His eyes were frantically looking for Tae and when his
lover finally stood up Yoongi let his lungs fill with air once more knowing
that he was safe for now.
            “I’m fine, hurry!” Tae exclaimed as he went to check on Jin and
Hoseok.
            Yoongi used the knife to quickly cut the ropes tying Namjoon to the
bed. Namjoon looked back at him in such shock and Yoongi couldn’t help but
question the look on his face.
            “Come on, we need to go,” Yoongi said, not really knowing what else
to say. This was the man that had tortured him from day one, ordered Tae to
murder his father, stolen him from the only normal life he knew, yet here he
was, saving him instead of putting this knife to his throat. It was a crazy
thing to accept but this was the reality of the situation.
           
            Namjoon didn’t say anything as Yoongi helped to free his arms and
limbs from the tightly bound rope. When he was finally free Namjoon scurried to
stand up only to be met with Jin crashing his weight onto his Master violently.
            “Joon! Oh my God I thought they would kill you!” Jin said with
tears barely filling the corners of his eyes. Namjoon winced out loud as he
tried to calm the boy down.
            “We don’t have time!” Tae yelled from the base of the room. Yoongi
made his way back down the sunken living room where Hoseok and Tae were
standing.
            “Everyone, grab a gun from the guards,” Tae ordered and Namjoon,
Jin, Hoseok followed instructions right away before meeting back by the
fireplace. This left them with four guns and Yoongi with their one knife for
protection. Yoongi was starting to think they might have a good chance after
all.
            “Why did you guys leave the bunker? I told you not to come out”
Namjoon stated as he limped towards the center of the room. He looked around at
everyone’s faces, a mix of happiness and sadness planted on his expression.
            “We couldn’t leave you Joon,” Jin said as his eyes glazed over in
emotion. Jin was quite happy to have retrieved the Master that he loved most.
It was apparent on his face that he would die for this man.
            “Speak for yourself,” Yoongi scoffed as he rolled his eyes. The
truth was there was no really good reason that they had decided to save
Namjoon. His mother’s contract was still fresh in his mind and it was bringing
back all the bitterness and resentment that he felt towards the man before him.
            “You owe Yoongi and all of us an explanation but right now we need
to get out of here,” Tae said in a demanding tone. Namjoon nodded in agreement,
his eyes locked towards the ground in almost a submissive way and the look
puzzled Yoongi again. Namjoon wasn’t fighting for power anymore; he had given
all of it up to Tae in a weird turn of events.
            “Where are Jimin and Jungkook?” Namjoon asked as he realized the
two boys were missing. Yoongi only shrugged, his back was facing towards the
French doors as he slowly started to walk backwards towards it.
            “They said they were coming to get you, but they must be smarter
than that. They might have escaped by now,” Yoongi replied, secretly hoping
that was the case. Namjoon only nodded as they made their way back towards the
exit.
            “Okay, we need to get downstairs and find the staircase that leads
to street outside. Jackson’s men have surrounded the building so we’ll have to
do our best to shoot our way out. Don’t stall long, we need to be as quick as
possible to have the best chance of survival,” Tae reiterated and everyone
nodded in agreement. Yoongi stole one more glance at Tae, taking in his
beautiful lips and gorgeous eyes. Savoring his immaculate face once more before
they ascended down the building, their fates unknown to them.
 
            “Whatever you do, don’t stop running…and if you see Jackson…shoot
him,” Yoongi stated, turning to exit the door. As he turned around pushing the
cracked doors open, a eerie laugh came ringing into his eardrums and cold metal
was pushed against’ his temple.
            “...Do you really think that’s a good idea?” the voice spoke out,
toying with him. Yoongi instantly dropped the knife and raised his hands in
hopes the person would not shoot. Rage and fear shot through his frame making
him tremble a little as he waited to see who the person was. Out of the corner
of his eye he could see a figure with hair blonder than blond and he knew
instantly who it was on the other end of the barrel.
            Jackson.
 
           Yoongi swallowed the large lump in his throat, sweat starting to
cover his body.
            “Yoongi what’s wrong?” Tae asked sharply, unable to see past
Yoongi’s body.
            “All of you, drop your weapons or I’ll blow his head off!” Jackson
spat pressing the gun hard to Yoongi’s temple and Yoongi’s stomach started to
twist and turn. He’d never had a gun pulled on him before and if he was being
honest it was the most terrifying thing he had ever experienced. Yoongi could
hear the still breathing of all the boys behind him and he tried to look back
to tell them to hurry and oblige but before he could turn all the way Jackson’s
voice filled the air again.
            “I said drop them!” Jackson said through gritted teeth. Yoongi
could see him now, a crazy look in his eye that was more frightening than any
glare Namjoon had ever given him. The sound of all four guns hitting the marble
floor filled the room and Yoongi took a deep breath as he felt the cold metal
still burning against his skin.
            “Now, everyone, back away from the door slowly,” Jackson ordered
and footsteps moving backwards could be heard now as well. Jackson positioned
himself in front of Yoongi now, peering around Yoongi’s head to see if the boys
really had obeyed his orders.
            “Good…good, I was beginning to lose all hope in Namjoon’s ability
to train good slaves but I might just have to retract that thought,” The blond
man said, a sadistic grin plastered on his face.
            “Back up slowly,” Jackson whispered just for Yoongi to hear.
“Wouldn’t want to blow that pretty little head off would we now?”
            Yoongi closed his eyes tightly as he walked backwards with his
hands still up in the air. Every step he took was heavy and each move
threatened to cave his legs from under him. When Yoongi was closer to the other
boys again, Jackson took a firm hand and shoved Yoongi backwards on his chest.
He landed on the ground harshly, Tae quickly running to his side to pick him
up. Once upright again Tae pushed Yoongi’s frame slightly behind his, shielding
him in a protective manor as they waited for Jackson to speak again.
 
            “Well well well, I was expecting more of proper greeting…but this
will have to do,” Jackson said as an evil smile reemerged on his face. Just
then the sounds of multiple feet could be heard stomping from outside in the
hallway. Soon there after Yoongi watched as about ten guards came piling into
the room through the double doors and Yoongi knew what that meant. They were
doomed.
 
            Jackson carefully handed his gun to one of his guards behind him as
another gathered all the guns sprayed around the floor. Yoongi didn’t take his
eyes off of the platinum blond man as he watched his movements from behind
Taehyung’s shoulder. He could feel Tae’s hand gripping his wrist and running
his thumb along the skin in a comforting motion but Yoongi could not calm down.
If Namjoon was scared of this man then it meant that he must be a thousand
times worse than their previous Master ever was.
 
            “Everyone, have a seat. I’d like to introduce myself to you all,”
Jackson said with a playful grin. It was almost like he was acting and this was
the first scene in his play. No one seemed to move a muscle after he spoke and
Yoongi knew this would only make things worse. Jackson’s laugh filled the air
one more time as he looked at the group in front of him.
            “Tsk tsk tsk, Namjoon I’m really quite disappointment in you,”
Jackson said while shaking his head playfully. Yoongi watched as Jackson walked
back over to the guard and retrieved his handgun again. He marched over to the
five of them and placed the gun right in-between Hoseok’s eyes.
            “Wait!” Namjoon said as he raised his hand. “Everyone…please, sit
down,” he stated as he tried to get the boys to cooperate. Hoseok had his eyes
squeezed shut as he dropped to the couch, squeals of fear escaping his
trembling lips.
            “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean on the couch. Animals belong on the
floor,” Jackson clarified as he kept the gun pointed on Hoseok.
            “Now!” the platinum blond yelled again when nobody moved
immediately. They removed themselves from the couches and went to kneel on the
floor. Tae’s face was colder than Yoongi had ever seen it. He could tell by his
expression that Tae was being highly observant at the moment, making sure to
pay attention to everything that was going on. Namjoon started to cough hard,
his shoulders hunching over. When bright red blood stained the back of his hand
again it didn’t surprised Yoongi as much as before.
            “Good, good. Now, let me introduce myself. My name is Jackson and
you all belong to me.”
 
            Yoongi was the one glaring now. He was tired of people thinking he
was just a piece of furniture or a toy to play with. No one owned him and he
wasn’t going to be anyone’s slave any longer.
            “Now I know you must all be a bit confused,” Jackson said, still
with his playful grin on his face. He walked back and forth in front of the
group, the gun in his left hand now swinging about as he spoke.
            “I know you all believe the Namjoon is your Master and up until
today that would have been considered true…but really he’s just he to train you
for the real thing.”
            Jin’s expression was the most dramatic as he stared wide eyed at
Jackson. There was a mix of heartbreak and shock on his face and Yoongi didn’t
know if Jin was really taking Jackson’s words in.
            “You’ll never own us,” Tae spat and instantly a gunshot could be
heard going off in the room. When Yoongi opened his eyes again he realized
Jackson had shot a round into Namjoon’s celling and bits of debris had fallen
down around them. Jackson walked over to where Tae and Yoongi were on the
floor. The platinum blond crouched in front of both of them, observing both
their faces before locking his gaze on Tae’s eyes.
            “Speak out of line again and I’ll kill one of them right in front
of you,” Jackson spoke as he pointed the gun in the direction of the other
boys.
            “Trust me, you don’t want that kind of blood on your hands mate,”
Jackson whispered as he stood back up from the ground.
            “Anyways as I was saying…” Jackson paused to laugh manically. “…I
own you.”
 
            Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek so hard to stop himself from
speaking out loud. He couldn’t believe they were being thrown back into a
situation that seemed to be worse than before. He looked around for a plan to
escape but with ten guards and Jackson in front of him their hope seemed grim.
            “I hate to say it but I’m going to have to cut your training off
early seeing as how Namjoon couldn’t handle the job any longer. It’s such a
shame because from what I could see it was going great!” Jackson laughed again
and Yoongi was frowning harder. He was confused listening to Jackson’s rant but
there was nothing else for them to do than to sit tight patiently and wait for
an opportunity to snatch a gun and run. Yoongi could feel every beat of his
pulse and every bead of sweat on his body all at the same time. It was like his
skin was on fire, sensitive to all his surroundings.
            “Namjoon… Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon!” Jackson said as he walked
over and slapped the tall boy on the back. Namjoon coughed up a bit more blood
and Yoongi could see the trail run down the side of his lips now.
            “My man, where have you been?” Jackson grinned while looking down
at him. “I’ve been trying to contact you for two weeks now and you just seem to
be the hardest person to get a hold of.”
 
            Jackson’s grin could melt an iceberg at this point. His teeth were
perfectly white porcelain and it gave Yoongi and even creepier feeling watching
him smile at such a revolting situation.
            “It wouldn’t have been so concerning to me…if I had not seen you
run around on all these camera’s for two weeks, ignoring every single one of my
phone calls,” Jackson finished with another laugh.
            “What were you planning during all that time huh? A revolution?”
Jackson laughed hysterically now and it made the room even more uncomfortable
if that was even possible.
 
            “It’s such a shame I had to come here. I thought you were one of
the strong ones Namjoon but it seems you’ve gone soft on me.”
            Namjoon stared down at the floor, obviously understanding something
the rest of the group didn’t. Jackson crouched down by Namjoon’s face, snaking
his hand around Namjoon’s neck and pulling his face in close.
            “You know the rules. He knew the rules…I’m disappointed in you Nam.
Really disappointed.” Jackson said as he forced Namjoon to meet his gaze.
            “But I’m here to fix it now so don’t you worry. Everyone will know
the importance of following the rules from here on out!” the platinum blond
sang.
 
            “It seems we’ve got most of you here…but I still see that some
people are missing,” Jackson grinned as he walked around the dead bodies on the
floor. Jackson made his way over to Jin, stopping only when he was standing
directly behind him. Stroking Jin’s hair he proceeded to pet him as the others
watched in disgust.
            “Kim Soekjin, the oldest slave. Very loyal, very efficient, I’m
very pleased with the way your training turned out,” Jackson said in a sly
manor. Yoongi’s head was spinning as he watched Jackson walk around the room.
            What is it talking about? Seokjin? Is that his full name? How does
he know Jin’s name and nature? Yoongi asked himself. His thoughts were moving a
mile a minute and they weren’t slowing down.
            “H...how do you know my name?” Jin asked in a shaky voice and which
only pleased Jackson more.
            “Why, you don’t recognize me?” Jackson asked in a half shocked half
joking tone. Jin shot a look over to Namjoon for answers. He was starting to
sniffle as the tears pricked his eyes. Jin stared up at Jackson’s face, unable
to find words, Jin shook his head from side to side.
            “Hmmmm you really have put your brothel days behind you,” Jackson
stated as he moved on to his next victim.
            Jackson walked around to Hoseok next and proceeded to pet him in a
similar manor.
            “Jung Hoseok, son on Soonhee, maid to the Vu family. Quite the
cheerful boy you are Hopie. I’m so sorry to hear about your mother. She really
was a lovely woman,” Jackson said and Hoseok’s eyes could not tear away from
the blond man’s face. Jackson moved on, roaming the room.
            “Kim Taehyung, former hit man of Kwong Jiyong. Headstrong and
stubborn. You’re old boss and I go way back,” Jackson said while grinning down
at the brown haired boy. “Though we’ve never fully been introduced we’ve
crossed paths on several occasions. I’m fully aware of what you’re capable of
Tae,” Jackson stated as he continued to walk in front of Yoongi next.
            “Last but not last, Min Yoongi, son of Min Juu, only born son in
the family.”
            Yoongi started to ball up his fist in anger after hearing Jackson
say his father’s name.
            “Quite the feisty one aren’t you?” Jackson asked as he observed
Yoongi’s demeanor change. Yoongi had to will his hands to unclench but it took
everything inside of him to do so.
            “How do you know my father?” Yoongi said through gritted teeth.
This earned him another laugh from Jackson’s lips.
            “You’re father and I were…close. You see Yoongi, you know nothing
about me but I know everything about you.”
            Yoongi tried hard to suppress the anger deep down inside but all he
wanted to do was explode.
            “You’re father was actually one of my best workers. Well until he
started to pick up that bottle everyday. He was the one who brought me Namjoon
and his sister in fact,” Jackson said proudly and Yoongi stole a glance over at
Namjoon to his right. Namjoon’s shoulders were slumped over and he was glaring
at Jackson just as hard as Yoongi was.
            “You see, I’m a business man Yoongi and being a business man means
that you always have to deliver what the customers want.”
            Jackson started to pace around the room once more, swinging the gun
around his ring finger.
           
            “Your father understood that. He was able to give me anything I
asked him for. Drugs? check. Newest technology? check. Slaves?” Jackson paused
before answering the last question. “Double check! He was really the best of
the best in Korea. While I stayed in China working on my business ventures
there, he was always able to deliver me the products I needed here.”
 
            Yoongi was having an out of body experience. He didn’t know which
way was up and which way was down. Both directions made him want to hurl.
            “I’m sure Namjoon can tell you from first hand experience that
being a slave is not easy. It takes a lot of hard work and dedication and above
all else, loyalty right Nam?” Jackson said. Namjoon’s stare was still ice cold
as he looked up at the taunting man but he didn’t dare speak a word to him.
            “Aw come on, you know it’s true. Hey look on the bright side, maybe
one day all of you will get the opportunity to advance in your rank like
Namjoon over here,” Jackson snorted.
 
            The group was still baffled by everything that was coming out of
Jackson’s mouth. None of it made sense yet Yoongi could feel fear vibrating
through his core. What does all of this mean? He wondered.
            “So…so…we’re not going to be your slaves?” Jin stuttered as he
bravely asked a question out loud. Jackson looked quite happy to answer Jin’s
question of concern.
            “Well Seokjin, as I stated before, I’m a businessman and I’m sure
you know, there is quite a market out there for people such as yourself. You’re
being trained to be sold to some of my best clients and let me tell you, I only
serve the best products,” Jackson finished with a grin. Yoongi’s heart sank.
Not only were they being trained not for Namjoon but also they were to be sold
separately to different owners meaning Yoongi would be separated from Taehyung
in the long hall.
            “And if we refuse?” Tae said sternly. Yoongi nudged him
aggressively to tell him to stop pushing Jackson’s buttons.
            “Tsk tsk tsk, Namjoon you really didn’t break this one in,” Jackson
retorted.
            Jackson walked over and slapped Tae hard across the face with the
butt of the gun. A bright red mark surfaced on his pale skin soon afterwards.
Tae grabbed the side of his face, glaring once again up at the platinum blond
man.
            “If you refuse that makes my job easier. I don’t like to waste my
time on broken toys if you catch my drift,” Jackson stated, raising an eyebrow
down at Taehyung. Yoongi silently willed his lover to shut his mouth.
 
            There’s still a chance Tae, please don’t fuck this up before we can
figure this out, Yoongi screamed in his mind.
 
            Jackson stood silent in the center of the room, letting the group
swallow just how serious his last sentence was. He flicked his wrist in the
direction of all the men standing by the door and once he did all but two
guards left the room.
            “Well, I guess that’s enough chit chat for now. I’m quite curious
to see how well you did Namjoon. I’ve been waiting a long time to test these
products and now seems like a good time for some quality control checking,”
Jackson words slipped out like slime on smooth railing. Yoongi closed his eyes,
willing the walls to stop moving around him.
 
            This can’t be happing, this can’t be happening.
 
            “Who shall go first? Any takers?” Jackson’s voice rang out in the
silent room.
            “Oh, I know, let’s make it fun,” Jackson said as he covered his
eyes with his palm. One hand was pointing out into the open space towards the
five boys on the floor and Yoongi’s throat had gone completely dry.
 
            “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe….”
 
            Yoongi couldn’t breath anymore.
 
            “Catch a tiger by the toe…”
 
            Yoongi couldn’t watch as Jackson’s hand floated around the room,
landing on each of them.
 
            “If he hollers let him go…”
 
            Yoongi didn’t know if he would be able to handle this again.
 
            “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe….”
 
            All eyes were on Jackson’s finger now.
           
            “My mother told me to pick the very best one…”
 
            Yoongi closed his eyes.
 
            “And you…”
           
            Please.         
 
            “Are…”
 
            Please!
 
            “It…”
 
 
 
 
 
***Hello all! Thanks for reading this chapter. I’ve been stressing about the
ending. It’s been a long journey trying to tie everything up but hopefully the
next update (LAST? T.T) will be exciting and satisfying to you all. Thanks for
taking the time to even read my silly story; I hope you enjoyed the ride as
much as I enjoyed it! Till the next chapter and as always comments are
appreciated!!! Stay healthy! Fighting!***
***** “And you…are…it…” *****
Chapter 23: “And you…are…it…”
 
 
            Yoongi’s eyes couldn’t leave Jackson’s finger as it bounced around
the room. He held his breath knowing that even if he didn’t get chosen, it
wouldn’t make him any less angry. Jackson’s hand moved from slave to slave and
Yoongi closed his eyes knowing the worst was coming.
 
            “And you…are…it…”
 
            Yoongi opened them slowly to reveal what he already knew. Jackson’s
finger landed directly in his direction and he could feel Tae’s body move to
protect him. Yoongi pulled Tae back down before Jackson uncovered his eyes,
sending a warning glance towards his lover. Yoongi watched as the guard’s hand
twitched closer to his gun after observing Tae’s aggressive movements but
retracted his hand once Tae was seated back on the floor.
 
            “What a pleasant surprise! Yoongi, who would have known!” Jackson
said out loud with a gleeful laugh. Yoongi tried to swallow the bile in his
throat but it threatened to come back up anyway. He attempted to stabilize his
breathing as he watched Jackson walk over to him, crouching in front of his
shaking frame.
           
“So, you’re the lucky winner. Are you going to come willingly or do I have to
force yo?”, Jackson whispered the last part of the sentence as he taunted
Yoongi further. Tae was shaking as he sat next to him on the floor. Yoongi
started to pray that Tae wouldn’t do anything stupid for the sake of the group.
Yoongi stood up swiftly, towering over the platinum blonde man. If he was going
to do this, he wasn’t going to hold his head down in shame.
 
            You’re doing it for Tae, you’re doing it for the rest of
them, Yoongi thought to himself. Jackson stood back up while eyeing Taehyung in
a peculiar manner.
 
            “Now now Tae, don’t worry. You’ll get a turn too,” Jackson said in
a sickly sweet voice. His grin was wider than Yoongi had seen it before and he
knew Tae was doing everything in his power to hold himself back. Yoongi stole a
glance down at Taehyung, trying to speak to him with his eyes.
 
            Don’t do it, Yoongi thought to himself and he hoped Tae understood
his unspoken words. Jackson’s hand suddenly gripped Yoongi’s frail wrist,
dragging him away from the other boys and up towards Namjoon’s massive
bathroom. Before they were inside, away from everyone’s sight, Yoongi stole one
last look at the group. The boys all had the same look of bewilderment in their
eyes as they watched Yoongi get dragged off in horror. Taehyung’s expression
was the worst of them all. It was the last thing Yoongi saw before Jackson
closed the door, leaving the two alone.
 
            Yoongi willed his heart to stop pounding but it couldn’t. He didn’t
want to be alone with this man. He didn’t want to be touched by him or to touch
him. Yoongi watched as Jackson scanned the room for a good place to start their
encounter. Moments later he settled on a cozy window seat by the massive floor-
to-ceiling glass. After leading Yoongi over, Jackson decided to take a moment
to stare at the dark Korean sky outside. It must have been about five a.m. now
and the people of Seoul were just waking up to start their day. Yoongi covered
his body with his arms, trying to disappear. All his thoughts were flooding his
mind at once and it was hard to concentrate on Jackson with them running
through his head. His family was gone, his mother had sold her only son, they
didn’t actually belong to Namjoon, Jackson was here to collect them and sell
them to his clients, and now he was alone with Jackson.
            The platinum blond was standing next to Yoongi in silence, staring
out at the sleepy city.
            “I’m usually quite fond my trips to Seoul, although this trip is a
little out of the norm. I still love the city for what it is. Dark, peaceful,
calm, what do you think about it Yoongi? I know you didn’t get to live in Seoul
long before my men finally tracked you down but nonetheless it’s beautiful
isn’t it?” Jackson asked and Yoongi pursed his lips into a thin line.
            
Tracked me down? What does he mean by that?
 
            “Y…yes, it’s beautiful,” Yoongi said quietly. He was still
uncomfortable with how close he was to the other man but he tried to remain
calm. Jackson turned his frame towards Yoongi. His smile looked so genuine as
he turned to face the smaller boy but Yoongi knew better than to trust him.
            “Yes it’s beautiful…Master…” Jackson said and Yoongi’s stomach
dropped. Before he knew it Jackson’s grip was holding tightly around Yoongi’s
mouth, squeezing his fingers harshly into the hollow of Yoongi’s cheeks.
            “I’ll only give you one warning Yoongi, I know you are perfectly
capable of obeying orders. I’ve seen you do it well. Now…get down on your knees
for me. I’ve got a lot of ground to cover and I don’t have much time.”
 
            Yoongi’s heart sank as he was slapped with the reality of his
title. No matter what, he was a slave and he had to continue to be one until he
could escape. He hated it. He hated it so much. All he wanted to do was be with
Tae and run away from this place where they could live in peace, but he had no
choice, he had to suck it up for their safety. He reluctantly sank down to a
familiar position, on his knees and with a shaky breath he found the courage to
return his gaze to Jackson’s face.
            “Yes…Master,” Yoongi said but the word was sour on his lips. He
even wished it were Namjoon standing in front of him not Jackson. Then at least
he would know what he was up against. Jackson smiled down at Yoongi with
approving eyes.
            “Good boy Yoongi. I always knew you were going to be one of the
best ones,” Jackson said while stroking Yoongi’s hair. Yoongi shivered from the
touch and tried his best not to recoil from his hand. Jackson started to
unbuckle his jeans shortly after and Yoongi readied himself to do that same
task he had been trained for several weeks to perform. Upon seeing Jackson’s
hard member standing free in front of his face, Yoongi couldn’t help but feel
emotional. Tears stung his eyes as he tried to push them back from view. All
his emotions were overpowering him and he just prayed Jackson wouldn’t be
cruel.
            “Aww, Yoongi, don’t cry,” Jackson cooed but Yoongi knew it was fake
empathy. “I promise it will be as quick as you make it,” Jackson said as he
wrapped his cold hand behind Yoongi’s neck and pulled his face in closer to his
cock. Yoongi looked up at the revolting man. He felt so helpless in that moment
as he reached out to grip Jackson’s length in his palm.
 
            Do it for your family… Do it for the boys…Do it for Taehyung…
 
            It wasn’t a long session by any means. Yoongi did his best to
please Jackson to the best of his abilities. Jackson was a little rough at
times, gripping his hair in a tight fist and having his way with Yoongi’s
mouth. Yoongi bore all of it better than he had ever done with Namjoon. He knew
Jackson’s threat was real when the man said he didn’t waste his time with
‘Broken Toys’. After a few more minutes alone Jackson was close to the edge. As
Yoongi sucked harder, trying to end the session Jackson suddenly removed him
harshly by his hair.
            “Wow, you have an incredible talent there. You’ll make a certain
client quite happy I’m sure,” Jackson stated as a wide grin appeared on his
flushed face.
            “I’d love to finish this some other time but I’ve got to save
myself for the rest of them, such a shame,” Jackson’s words dripped with sickly
sweet slime as he ran his hands down Yoongi’s cheek. Yoongi bit his lip as he
tried his best to hide his disgust.
             “Did you enjoy my cock Yoongi?” Jackson asked asked he finished
buttoning his pants quickly. Yoongi averted his eyes as the sting of anger rose
inside him again.
            “Yes Master,” he replied and he heard Jackson chuckle right after.
            “That’s a good boy,” Jackson said proudly.
            Yoongi was relieved his meeting was over and he was grateful that
he didn’t have to do anymore but now he was worried about the rest of the boys.
He knew Jackson was going to test all their well-known skills and he was
worried about what that would mean for Tae.
            “Out you go,” Jackson ordered as he let Yoongi exit the bathroom
first. They walked back down to the sunken living room where all the boys and
the two guards were waiting in silence. Tae’s eyes were wide as he watched
Yoongi make his way back over to the lot. Yoongi wanted nothing more than to
get lost inside Taehyung’s strong arms and have Tae tell him everything would
be okay. He didn’t want to show weakness to the others as he held his head
high. The tears that threatened to fall were now dry and he quickly made his
way back onto the floor in between Taehyung and Namjoon.
            “Well, Yoongi was quite impressive! Namjoon we’re off to a great
start,” Jackson said as he gave a ‘thumbs up’ to the other tall blond man.
            “So, who’s next? Hmm? Anyone? Oh come on, tell them Yoongi…it’s not
so bad,” Jackson’s grin only doubled as he looked around at the grim faces of
the group. Right as Jackson was about to speak again, voices could be heard in
the hallway and suddenly the French doors were opening again.
            Two guards came in pulling a thrashing figure with them. It was the
small frame of a familiar innocent boy. As the guards held tightly onto the
boy’s arms Yoongi’s panic escalated again.
            “Ahh…Jungkookah! So glad you could join us!” Jackson beamed as he
waltzed over to the detained boy. Fear was evident in Jungkook’s eyes as he
watched Jackson approach him elegantly.
            “We found him running around alone,” one of the guards said coldly
as he continued to hold onto Kookie’s bicep. Everyone was quiet as they
observed the commotion. Yoongi hoped that Jungkook would stop struggling
against the men; fearing the worst for the Maknae if he didn’t. The situation
seemed all too familiar as he remembered Jungkook in the same situation
previously when Namjoon held a gun to his head.
            “Jungkookah, you're actually the reason I am here in Seoul believe
it or not,” Jackson said to small boy. The platinum blond observed him up and
down as he decided what to say next. Before he spoke again, Jackson turned his
attention back to the boys sitting in the living area. His teeth were flashing
brightly and he made sure the silence was uncomfortable enough before speaking
out loud.
            “You see boys, Jungkook here is a good example of what you
shouldn’t do as a slave. He always obeyed the rules as far as I could see and
he was a good boy. He was a very good boy in fact so I was quite shocked to
hear that this boy broke the biggest rule of all,” Jackson stated as he walked
around the room, playing with his audience.
            “It was a big surprise to me when one of my men called and told me
that our informant in the Seoul police station saw a small boy approach the
desk one afternoon. Apparently this boy notified them of a bad man kidnapping
people and holding them against their will in this very penthouse. I was told
he even gave them the address," Jackson said lingering on the last word.
            The platinum blond was smiling widely as he stared down at
Jungkook’s face. He knew the small boy had messed up but he wanted to make it
clear that he had messed up big time.
 
            “It wasn’t breaking loyalty that made me the most upset. It was
breaking the most important rule of all,” Jackson said as he turned to face the
audience again.
            “He knew this rule had the biggest consequence and yet he still
broke it knowing well what would happen,” Jackson laughed and Jungkook glared
down at the floor, his will to struggle now gone.
            “Jungkook, you know the penalty for running away is death..."
Jackson said clearly for the group to hear and the silence that followed was
deafening. Yoongi’s heart started to pick up speed in his chest and he looked
around to see grim looks on all the boys’ faces. Namjoon was the only person
not looking up at the Maknae. It seemed to Yoongi that something else was
plaguing him now.
            
Guilt.
 
            The Maknae’s eyes were wide with fear now as Jackson started to
circle around him. Tae was also watching the scene play out before them, anger
burning in his eyes for the youngest. Tae occasionally stole glances back at
Yoongi to make sure he was okay but quickly averted them back to Jackson’s
direction. Yoongi knew Tae wanted nothing more than to comfort him for having
to be the first one to go through a session with Jackson but there wasn’t
anytime for that now. Everyone was alert as they watched and prayed for
Jungkook’s fate.
            “Hmmm what to do, what to do?” Jackson said as he tapped his foot
on the ground
            “Well since there are no volunteers, how about I take care of this
Jungkook problem first?” Jackson said in a playful voice as he peered down at
the Maknae, hands resting on his knees. Yoongi could see it now; it was quite
clear why Jackson had come back. He came to finish the job that Namjoon
couldn’t do. He came to kill Jungkook and make it known to everyone that it was
not acceptable to run away or break the rules. Yoongi knew now why Namjoon had
to kill Tae’s partner. He had no other choice.
 
            Yoongi’s insides exploded. He didn’t want to see Kookie’s demise
and he didn’t want to find out how easy it was for Jackson to kill someone. All
at once the room erupted in noise as hands shot to the sky. Tae’s hand shot up
to volunteer in Jungkook’s place and to his right he watched as every single
boy had the same idea as Tae did. All hands were in the air volunteering to be
next so they could spare Jungkook a little bit longer. Yoongi was particularly
surprised to even see Jin’s hand high in the air as well.
            “Master I volunteer to be next,” Jin spoke out loud and it made
Yoongi’s jaw drop to the floor. Yoongi knew Jin cared for people much more than
he let on but he knew as well that Jungkook held a special place in his heart.
Yoongi saw Jin save Kookie once before and he was watching it happen a second
time. Jin’s face was desperate as his eyes pleaded with Jackson to spare the
Maknae’s life. Yoongi was also wishing for more time so he could come up with a
plan to avoid Jungkook’s death sentence.
            “Wow…I’m slightly impressed and slightly annoyed by the response
after Jungkook joined the party. Where was the enthusiasm before?” Jackson said
with an irritated expression. Jackson now knew how precious Jungkook was to
everyone and that told Yoongi that he was going to use it to his advantage.
            “I’ll deal with you later,” Jackson spat at Jungkook as he walked
back over to the group of boys. All their faces were plagued with nerves even
though they all had volunteered moments ago. Yoongi was just happy that it
distracted Jackson from what he really wanted to do at the moment. The platinum
blond grabbed Jin by the wrist and all but dragged the oldest up the stairs.
            “Tie them all up so that they don’t get any ideas,” Jackson stated,
leading Jin to the bathroom door.
            “And if they give you any trouble, shoot them.”
 
            A few minutes later the guards had tied them all together including
Jungkook. Their arms were bound together behind their backs so that their hands
were all touching and entangled. They sat in a circle on the ground; everyone
facing outward while their hands were stuck together. It wasn't the most
comfortable position but it was better than other alternatives. The guards had
cleared all the dead bodies surrounding the blood stained living room, throwing
their lifeless masses out onto the balcony without remorse. Namjoon was on
Yoongi's right and Jungkook was to his left as their fronts face the burning
fireplace. The Maknae was shivering and he hoped the fire would warm the young
boy soon enough. Yoongi wished to be next to Tae to make sure he was okay but
it was out of his control for now. The room was awkwardly quiet as they sat
there with only the two guards watching them. It was long before faint yelps
could be heard coming from the bathroom on the opposite side of the room.
Yoongi noticed Namjoon look up in concern as they listened to Jin being
‘tested’ out by Jackson. He watched as taller man bit his lip in nervousness
before lowering his gaze back down to the ground.
 
            Yoongi couldn't help but look at the man in disappointment. A few
hours ago this man was the most hated person in his universe and he couldn't
wait for the opportunity to kill him. Now it seemed there were more questions
and less answers than before. He thought about his family and about how Jackson
told him his father had worked under his command. How Namjoon was a slave
himself just like the rest of them. His mind was so confused as he sat crossed
legged on the floor of his former Master’s suite. As that thought crossed his
mind he became more curious about all the questions he longed to ask Namjoon.
All the thoughts he had stored in his mind for the perfect moment. He knew his
brain would not rest until he got some answers from the guilt-ridden man next
to him.
 
            "Tell me everything," Yoongi said with a straight face. Namjoon
looked up slowly, wondering if he had even heard Yoongi speak anything. When
the taller man realized that in fact Yoongi had questioned him, he sighed a
long sigh knowing the next conversation they will have would be long and
painful.
 
            "What do you want to know?"
 
            Yoongi paused for a moment, wondering what to ask first. There were
so many questions he needed to hear the answers to but he didn’t know which one
to ask first. Yoongi stole a glance at the guards to see if they were even
paying attention to the group on the floor. When he was sure that the guards
didn’t care much for listening in on slave conversation he proceeded with the
first burning question that came to mind.
 
            “Who are you?” Yoongi asked as he turned his face towards his
former Master as best as he could. He could tell the other boys were listening
to their heavy conversation but no one dared to make a sound. Namjoon’s face
was contorted in sadness as he breathed in another deep breath.
            “My name is Kim Namjoon. I’m a slave just like you and Jackson is
my Master.”
 
            Yoongi let the words linger in the air a bit as he took in the
repeated information from earlier.
            “How did you come to be a slave?” Yoongi asked, more from curiosity
than anything. He watched Namjoon stare harshly into his eyes, reliving
something painful as the taller blond pursed his lips.
            “Your father, he kidnapped my sister and I and brought us to
Jackson. I heard through the grapevine that my parents found themselves in debt
to Jackson and he ordered to have them killed while taking us as payment,”
Namjoon stated with a grim face. It was the same story that he’d been hearing
since he’d come to the penthouse. It seemed that anyone who did business with
people like Jackson were doomed in the end, one way or another. He thought back
to his father who was also sentenced to death. Was it really his mother who
wanted him dead? Yoongi thought to himself. Yoongi pressed his lips as he
listened to the sad tale that Namjoon never wanted to retell. It seemed that
all of the boys had very similar pasts that would haunt them forever and it was
in that moment that he felt sorry for even Namjoon. Yoongi now knew that
Namjoon had a big reason to hate him. His father, whom he despised as well,
took everything from him. The man that Yoongi hated most threw Namjoon into
this life of slavery and he didn’t know how to feel. He felt sad, angry and
disgusted all at the same time, his mind still racing.
            “I’m…I’m sorry,” Yoongi stuttered. He didn’t know if he really
meant it yet. It wasn’t easy to forgive someone that had done so many awful
things to you but he did know it was a start. Namjoon just nodded in return,
his intense gaze still locked on Yoongi’s face.
 
            “My sister and I were sent to China where we stayed as Jackson’s
slaves for five years. After that I was sent to Seoul to train the next batch
of Korean slaves for him to sell eventually,” Namjoon continued   
            “Why did you became a slave trainer? Why didn’t you just run away?”
Yoongi questioned in almost a whisper. Clearly Namjoon possessed almost as much
power as Jackson, he found it hard to believe that if Namjoon wanted to
disappear he wouldn’t have the resources to do so.
 
            Namjoon’s face was soft now, almost blank as he stared directly in
Yoongi direction. It was a look of sorrow that he saw plaguing his facial
expressio. His eyes somewhere far away, searching for something…someone.
            “He has her…my sister,” Namjoon whispered and Yoongi watched as
water pricked the corner of Namjoon’s eyes. The taller man turned away quickly,
not wanting to cry in front of anyone but also having no choice in the matter.
            “He has your sister?” Yoongi asked. A bit confused as to what he
meant.
Namjoon nodded his head as he fought back tears.
            “He threatens to kill her if I don’t obey his orders. She’s all I
have and I have no other choice but to submit,” Namjoon let a silent tear fall
down his cheek as he continued to avoid Yoongi’s gaze.
 
NAMJOON FLASH BACK
 
            “Master please don’t…don’t hurt her! Please, take me instead! I can
stay with you, she’ll be a much better trainer I assure you!” Namjoon pleaded
at the feet of his Master. Jackson peered down with a snarl as he held his
sister firmly by the wrist. Namjoon watched as his frail sister wept above him,
desperately trying to pry her arm free from Jackson’s mighty grasp.
                       
            “Do you really think those crocodile tears will save her?” Jackson
laughed as he glared down at the pathetic advances of his slave. “I’m going to
count to three before I permanently break your sister’s arm in half,” Jackson
snickered, a grin started to pull upwards at the corner of his pink lips.
Namjoon’s stomach dropped to the floor and he immediately shuffled away from
Jackson’s incredibly shiny dress shoes. Jackson started to laugh maniacally as
he dragged his sister out into another room.
            “Please! I beg you to reconsider!” Namjoon pleaded again as hot
tears stung his cheeks. He hopelessly watched as Jackson drag his sister out of
the room, crying out for him to save her. Namjoon felt completely defeated and
crushed as he stared at her for what would be the last time. Her voice was
still ringing in his ears when he went to bed that night and for every night
after.
 
            “Namjoon!…”
           
END FLASHBACK
           
           
            Namjoon’s eyes looked distant now, as if he was remembering a dark
memory buried deep in his mind.
            “She’s the most beautiful creature in the world,” Namjoon
interjected, clearly describing his sibling.
            “She has long black hair that flows in the wind and bright round
eyes that can capture all the light in the room. She looked at me to help her
get out. I tried so many times to trade myself for her but Jackson refused. She
needed me and I couldn’t protect her,” Namjoon stated. It was Hoseok who spoke
next, cutting the silence.
            “Master…it’s not your fault,” Hoseok said in a soft voice that came
from behind Yoongi. Namjoon turned his head to face the innocent boy as best he
could but it was a bit difficult in his position.
            “Thank you Hopie. I know,” Namjoon sighed but he didn’t sound too
convincing. Yoongi could tell this new information was crucial to why Namjoon
was the way he was. He knew that if anyone had threatened his own sister he
would have done the same in a heartbeat, even if it were horrific. He couldn’t
image how difficult it must have been for Namjoon all these years with the
threat of his loved one hanging over his head. In that moment Yoongi decided to
put all the hurt and hate behind him for a second.  Just until he heard
everything Namjoon had to say.
 
            “Why did you choose me? Why did you choose any of us?” Yoongi
grilled. He still had so many questions and they still seemed to be unanswered.
Namjoon turned to face Yoongi once more before continuing.
            “I didn’t…I didn’t choose any of you. Jackson knew every one of us
before hand. He likes a particular type of person, someone who catches his
eye,” Namjoon said as he looked down at the floor in guilt again. “He’s taken
many of his enemies and business partners as slaves in other countries. It
seems he always gets what he wants out of his business ventures.”
 
            Yoongi hated everything he was hearing. One final question burned
his mind and he blurted it out before he could even stop himself.
            “How did you get her to do it?” Yoongi knew Namjoon would know
exactly what the question meant. How did Namjoon get his mother to sign for her
only Son? Yoongi still refused to believe his mother would ever put her
children in harms way, especially by giving them to over to a man like Jackson.
            “How did you get her to sign that contract?” Yoongi said in a
dangerously low tone. Namjoon glanced at Yoongi again, as he responded he did
not look away, rather he faced Yoongi with as much courage as he could muster.
            “I…I forced her to. I’m sorry, Jackson gave me no other choice,”
Namjoon responded.
            Yoongi’s tried not to let his temper get the best of him. He
swallowed his rage in attempts to get more information.
            “What do you mean?” Yoongi questioned. He didn’t dare remove his
gaze from the taller man next to him. Namjoon’s eyes were hollow, full of
sympathy and pain.
            “I threatened her. I’m not proud of it. I told her I would not come
looking for you right away and that she could warn you to hide and in exchange
I would fulfill one request on her behalf,” Namjoon stated in a quiet tone.
Yoongi knew what that meant. For her safety his mother had asked Namjoon to
kill her husband even though they were too late. Yoongi thought back to the
countless messages he had ignored from his mother when he first had run away.
He was blinded by pure anger that he didn’t even give his mother a chance to
explain herself. Explain what she had done and what was to come.
 
            Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut.
 
            I’m a terrible son and I deserve everything that has happened to
me. If I had just forgiven her, maybe we all could have been saved, Yoongi
thought to himself. The pain in his chest threatened to kill him and tried to
swallow it back down. Yoongi had heard everything. From that moment on there
were no more questions, no more answers, there was only pain and then nothing.
He wanted nothing more than to grab a gun and shoot Jackson in the face but it
wasn't that simple. The rage started to build. It was slow at first and then
the ball spiraled out of control. Yoongi could feel his fist start to clinch
behind his back and he began to scan the room with his eyes.
 
            Yoongi glanced at the guards standing in front of the double French
doors that lead to their freedom. If only he could reach the pile of weapons
that lay at their feet they may have a chance at escape. The boys had gone
silent once again and Namjoon seemed to notice that Yoongi’s attention had
shifted. The taller boy followed his gaze over to the pile of guns on the floor
and quickly snapped his attention back to Yoongi’s face.
 
            Without speaking out loud Namjoon’s eyes questioned Yoongi’s
intentions but Yoongi didn’t know himself what his intentions were just yet.
Yoongi shook his head back at the other blond man as Namjoon’s eyes squinted in
hesitation. He seemed to know the wheels were turning in Yoongi’s mind and he
desperately wanted to know what he was thinking.
            “What is it?” Namjoon whispered barely under his breath.
Unintentionally this caught the attention of the guard standing closer to the
pile of weapons.
           
            “Hey! That’s enough chit-chat! Your Master may not be around but
that doesn’t mean you can have tea and biscuits while he’s away. Shut the fuck
up down there!”
 
            The guard’s booming voice startled Hoseok and Jungkook making both
of them flinch instantly. Yoongi’s eyes only hardened as he glared back in the
direction of the two men by the door, his rage refusing dissipating.  
 
           “What the fuck are you looking at slave?” The guard’s grimy voice
came slithering out of his mouth. He wandered over to the group of boys tied
together on the floor and proceeded to squat down in front of Yoongi’s seated
body.
            “You look like you want to threaten me. Is that so?” the guard said
as he smiled in the same way Jackson would have.
            “Jackson sure does know how to pick them,” he stated as he started
to reach a hand out to stroke Yoongi’s cheek.
            “I’ll make sure you regret it if you fucking touch him,” Tae’s
voice suddenly barked out loud. Yoongi quickly flinched away from the guard’s
hand but hearing Tae’s sentence only made his stomach turn. Nervous thoughts
started to run through his head again and he knew it was a bad call on
Taehyung’s part to speak out loud like that.
            “Oh, is that so?” the guard chuckled. Yoongi was getting really
tired of all these assholes thinking they could toy with whoever they wanted.
He started to grit his teeth as he watched the guard stand back up and move
around the circle towards Tae’s location. Yoongi struggled to turn his head
around to look in their general directions but it was difficult. Nonetheless he
managed to see out of the corner of his peripherals. Yoongi’s heart stopped as
he watched the guard pull out a shiny pistol and place it to the soft flesh on
Tae’s cheek.
            “Pity it would be…if I had to tell Jackson’s one of his slaves
tried to make a break for it.”
 
            Yoongi was seeing red and white at the same time. He wanted to gut
that guard for even threatening the only boy in the world that he loved and yet
he wanted to strangle Taehyung for even opening his big overprotective mouth.
 
            “Fuck you!” Tae snarled, spit flying from his lips and landing on
the guard’s face.
            “Tae!” Yoongi said through gritted teeth. He loved that boy but
right now he wanted to kill him himself. The guard furrowed his brows as he
stood back up slowly, wiping the saliva on his skin with the back of his hand.
 
            As he glared down at Tae, Taehyung glared back up at him and Yoongi
found it hard to breath.
            “You’re gonna regret that,” the guard snarled and without warning
he struck the butt end of his gun across Tae’s awaiting face.
            “Tae!” Yoongi screamed and he tried to free his hands from the
binds now. Everyone was rustling around now, trying to move away from the guard
and it was quickly becoming chaos in the room.
            “Everyone shut the fuck up!” The guard yelled as he pointed the gun
towards all six of the boys on the floor. Hoseok could be heard quivering
somewhere behind Yoongi and though no one wanted to listen to the man above
them, they all fell silent looking up at the barrel of the gun.
 
            Suddenly something could be heard that peeked everyone’s attention,
including the guards. Cutting through the silence was a familiar sound but the
sound was so consistent it confused everyone for a brief moment. Little pops
could be heard somewhere not close by but yet the sound was being heard inside
the suite. The two guards looked at each other for a brief moment before they
both realized the sound was coming from a radio, attached to 2nd guard’s waist.
           
            “Charlie, Charlie, come in,” the guard nearby to the door spoke
into the black radio, waiting for a response. When nothing came out the guard
looked suspicious and spoke again.
            “Charlie come in! Where are you?”
            When no one responded on the radio the guard pulled out his cell
phone and began to dial a number. When he didn’t get a response again Yoongi
noticed a slight hint of confusion in his eyes. The guards exchanged glances as
they pondered what to do. The popping sound multiplying rapidly and Yoongi knew
what it was now. Guns were going off somewhere in the building and it seemed
someone was having an all out war on another floor. Before the guard could
speak into the radio again a fuzzy voice come ringing over the device.
 
            “5th floor! We need back up! Over!”
 
            The sentence was clear, someone was attacking and Yoongi could only
think of one person in the world who would want to take over the building. He
was slightly hopeful yet he couldn’t image the boy could do it alone.
 
            “I’ll go, you stay here,” the guard closest to the door stated.
“Luis is still standing guard outside,” he huffed before he took his leave out
the double French doors.
 
            Yoongi watched the lone guard now take his place back over by the
entrance of the room. The action had shut everyone up and all eyes were staring
at the exit. Yoongi had new found hope in his chest but also awaiting dread in
his mind. There’s no way Jimin could take on all those guards by himself, that
is if he’s even is still around,Yoongi thought to himself. Why would he stick
around to be killed?
 
           The group sat motionless now on the floor, only the sound of their
steady hearts to keep them company. A sharp squeal came from the other side of
the room and Yoongi turned his attention towards the bathroom doors. Jin was
long forgotten by now but his slightly pained moans reminded all of them that
the enemy was still nearby.
 
            Shortly after, the bathroom door swung back open and Jin and
Jackson returned to the living room.
           
            “Well well well Jin, you weren’t half bad. So much experience and
talent you have in that body,” Jackson grinned as he all but pushed Jin to the
floor. Yoongi could almost see tears in Jin’s eyes that were threatening to
fall but didn’t. He heard the oldest sniffle a few times but Jin didn’t dare
respond to Jackson’s comment.
            “Where is Zhou?” Jackson asked in an angry tone, seeing as one of
his guards had disappeared.
            “He uh, he went to investigate a disturbance on another floor,” the
lone guard in the room stuttered. Yoongi saw the fear in his eyes as Jackson
pursed his lips into a thin line.
            “You better handle it,” Jackson said through gritted teeth, clearly
unhappy with the news.
            “Untie this one,” Jackson spat as he pointed a long finger towards
Hoseok’s direction. The guard quickly untied Hoseok and tied Jin in his place
in the circle. The black haired boy started to quiver and whine but Yoongi
could tell he was trying to hold back his fear as Jackson grabbed for him next.
            “Shut up and get up the stairs!” Jackson snarled, his irritation
now growing rapidly. Hoseok quickly obeyed, walking briskly in front of the
platinum blond as they disappeared back into the bathroom once more.
 
            It was then that Yoongi heard the popping sound again. For a moment
he was sure it was coming from the radio sitting around the guard’s waist but
as the sound progressive he was sure the he was quite wrong. The popping
escalated quickly in volume and before the group knew it yelling could be heard
outside the door. The guard inside held up his gun, obviously alerted to the
commotion in the hallway and from the looks of it Yoongi could swear he felt
the dread radiating off of him.
 
            “Luis? Luis are you okay?” The guard stuttered again in a shaky
voice. Yoongi’s palms were sweaty from the adrenaline pumping through his veins
once again. He didn’t know who was on the other side of the door but he
couldn’t just assume they were good. It could be another gang waiting to take
their jab at Jackson, killing everyone in their path, he thought. He
desperately looked at the pile of guns on the ground and wished that he could
reach them now.
            I need to get to that pile!
            Yoongi turned to the group and whispered quickly while the guard
was distracted.
            “On the count of three everyone push and stand together,” Yoongi
commanded and he wasted no time waiting for them to get ready.
           
            “One…two…three!”
            The entire group of six tried their best to push from the ground
with their backs turned against each other. They shakily stood up together only
to have the guard turn around quickly.
            “Hey! Get back on the ground now!” The guard screamed, his gun
pointing in their direction once more. The threat didn’t last long because
before they knew it the French doors were swinging open and a loud pop was
ringing throughout the entire room. Yoongi quickly turned to see the guard fall
to the ground, screaming out as he clutched his chest in pain.
 
            “Fuck!”
 
 
 
***I'm so sorry for the long hiatus. I've actually been working on the ending
chapters since January but life has just gotten so crazy for me that I wasn't
able to finish it right away. Sorry to all the people that waited so long! I
felt horrible everyday reading those comments to update T.T. I hope the ending
of the story lives up to the hype lol. If not I just hope you enjoy it none the
less. Thanks for reading! Comments always appreciated! Let’s see how it all
ends!!!
***** "Fuck!" *****
Chapter 24 (End): “Fuck!”
 
           

            Yoongi watched in horror as the guard started to bleed out on the
floor. His body had fallen with a loud thud and he continued to squirm for a
moment before his body stilled. The perpetrator who shot him still lay on the
outside of the room and the group of six anxiously waited for the intruder to
enter the suite. Yoongi unknowingly held his breath, eyes fixated on the
entrance. When the figure finally stepped inside, it was Jungkook that cried
out first before anyone else could.
 
            “Jimin!” the Maknae screamed out. Yoongi observed the look in
Jimin’s eyes now. They were as cold as ice and as hot as fire at the same time.
He had just fought his way back to the 7th floor somehow and the blood that
stained his clothes looked foreign and out of place. Yoongi could feel the
tension quickly dissipate and rebuild as a small window of opportunity arose
for them.
            “Jimin quick, untie us!” Yoongi yelled as he watched the last
member of their group make his way across the room. Jimin stopped to grab the
knife from the pile of weapons on the floor and quickly started to cut the rope
that bound them together.
            “Baby, how…how did you make it back up here?” Jungkook asked, his
voice quivering from joy. Jimin quickly pressed his lips to Jungkook’s mouth
before returning to the ropes.
            “I’m not losing you again,” was all Jimin said. The binds quickly
fell to their feet and Yoongi immediately turned to find Tae. Tae must have had
the same idea because before long his strong arms were holding Yoongi in a
tight embrace and their lips were crashing together as well.
            “Are you okay?” Tae asked in a concerned tone as he held Yoongi’s
face in between both of his hands. Yoongi only smiled briefly before nodding.
            “Yes, now we have to get out of here,” Yoongi said abruptly and Tae
nodded in agreement.
 
            As Yoongi started to run for the pile of weapons a loud noise
stopped all of the slaves in their tracks.
            “Not so fast…” Jackson’s voice rang out from the top of the stairs.
The entire group now snapped their attention to Jackson’s direction and it was
clear what had made the ear shattering sound. Yoongi glared as he watched
Jackson hold Hoseok in a headlock, placing the barrel of his gun to the crying
boy’s temple.
            “Let him go!” Taehyung growled and it only made Jackson chuckle
more.           
 
“Now why on earth would I do that you simple minded boy?”
           
            Jackson started to drag Hoseok down the stairs with him, using his
body as a shield. Yoongi’s blood started to curl once more when he realized
that Jackson is a cockroach that refused to disappear.
            “Back away from those guns before I blow his brains out,” Jackson
said in a calm manner, knowing very well the boys would comply. Yoongi couldn’t
stop glaring. Rage was filling his body once more and he was pretty sure they
had just lost their last chance at freedom. Namjoon managed to back the group
away from the pile and everyone froze waiting for Jackson to make his next
move.
            “Good, good. Now, I know you guys all think you’ve already won but
let me assure you that you haven’t. My men have the building surrounded inside
and out so if you want to live you will do as I say,” Jackson spat, making sure
everyone knew he wasn’t playing around this time. Yoongi couldn’t tear his eyes
away even as a bead of sweat ran down his temple.
 
            We’ve got to think of something. We’ve got to get out of here.
 
            Yoongi watched as Jackson made his way down the final step, Hoseok
shaking under his arm.
            “Please...don’t kill me Master please!” Hoseok begged; the poor
thing scared to death. Yoongi’s anger only kept rising but his mind was still
searching for an exit plan.
            “Sit back down on the floor now!” Jackson yelled, as he seemed to
be trying to pull his cell phone out at the same time.
            If he calls for backup it’s all over, Yoongi thought and he knew
Tae was thinking the same thing. His lover’s gaze was locked on Jackson frame
and Yoongi could only imagine the awful things he wished to do to this man at
this very moment. The group watched silently as Jackson pulled the cell up to
his mouth, trying to call for more guards no doubt.
            “I need people up on the 7th  floor now!” Jackson yelled as he
tried to hold onto the gun, cellphone, and Hoseok all at the same time.
            “No! I don’t give a fuck just get up here now…fuck!”

            A loud noise erupted filling the room with fear once more. Yoongi
was willing his lungs to breath as he looked at the two men on the other side
of the room but in that instant his body wouldn't cooperate with him. Namjoon
stood behind the group, a shiny pistol between his hands. His eyes were fixated
in Jackson's direction as he held the gun pointed straight at the platinum
blond. Hoseok's whimpering had grown louder as dread rose in the small boy’s
eyes. Namjoon had shot a bullet in the direction of the two boys but it wasn't
clear at first who had actually been shot.
 
            "Hoseok, get away from him!" Namjoon yelled without lowering his
gun. Hoseok quickly obeyed and scampered from Jackson's bloody frame. When he
had retreated it was clear where Namjoon’s bullet had infiltrated Jackson's
body. A bloody stain was forming on the left side of Jackson’s chest. Yoongi
figured Namjoon must have reached for it while Jackson was distracted making
his phone call but it was so fast that even Yoongi hadn't noticed. As Namjoon
slowly walked forward toward his Master, Jackson’s face bore signs of betrayal
and disgust.
            "Everyone run, the guards will be here soon," Namjoon yelled and
Jackson started to aim his own gun at Namjoon. Before Jackson had the chance to
pull the trigger, another gunshot rang out loud in the quiet room and this time
Namjoon had shot Jackson on the right side of the chest, close to his heart.
With a loud cry Jackson clutched his wound as he fell to his knees on the
ground, his gun scattering far out of reach. As the man slumped over bleeding
to death, Yoongi couldn’t help but feel a wave of gratification wash over him.
 
            "Yoongi, come on," Tae said while gripping onto Yoongi's sweaty
hand. As Taehyung tried to tug him out of the room, Yoongi couldn't tear his
eyes away from the platinum blond man. He didn't want to look away; he wanted
to see the lights fade from his eyes. Yoongi’s mother flashed across his mind
and he never wanted sweet revenge so badly in that moment. This man took his
family’s lives away and all he wanted to do was avenge their deaths himself.
Yoongi started to walk in the direction of the two blond men left in the room
alone but with another strong tug Taehyung had halted his movement.
 
            "Yoongi, no. We need to get out of here," Taehyung pleaded again. A
mix of panic and dread were filling Yoongi’s body yet he still couldn't look
away from Namjoon standing over Jackson now.
            "You imbecile, you want to die for those idiots? You're stupider
than you look," Jackson spat, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth.
Namjoon glared down at him with the unkindest face. Namjoon went to crouch in
front of the bleeding man, pistol tightly gripped in his hand. He took a deep
breath before speaking once more.
            "I would die for every one of them," Namjoon whispered almost so
low that Yoongi almost didn't hear. Jackson started to laugh maniacally again,
coughing up blood in between breaths.
            "I'll get you all, one way or another. That's a promise...and I
always keep my promises," Jackson said, a bloody smile plastered on his face.
Namjoon stood back up now, towering over the man one last time. The tall blond
placed the pistol in between Jackson's eyes and Yoongi was surprised to see how
steady Namjoon's arm was. Namjoon didn't smile before he spoke, he didn't
chuckle or toy with Jackson's. He simply inhaled deeply before replying.
 
            "I look forward to it.”

            The gun went off and Yoongi had to turn away. There was a distant
ringing on Yoongi’s ears. It seemed unreal that in an instant Jackson was gone.
His body fell limp and rolled on the ground rather gracefully. Yoongi almost
believed he wasn’t dead for a moment. It shouldn’t have been that easy but
Namjoon’s quick thinking had given them a window of opportunity that they
didn’t have before. It seemed that he was telling the truth about everything
and he was just as eager to be out of Jackson’s chains as the rest of them.
           
            “Yoongi! We have to go!” Tae’s voice interrupted his thoughts as he
felt Tae’s strong grip pulling him towards the door again. Yoongi’s brain
wasn’t registering much at the moment but he freely obeyed Tae’s jester.
Namjoon, Tae, and Yoongi quickly made their way over to the elevator where the
rest of the boys were eagerly waiting for them.
            “Hurry!” Jimin urged as he peaked out from the elevator. Once
everyone was securely inside, Jimin swiped his badge and pressed the first
floor button. Everyone had a gun except for Hoseok who had the knife that
Yoongi had used to save Tae from drowning. The looks on the boy’s faces were
grim as they rode down the blood stained elevator. So much death and pain had
already happened, Yoongi didn’t know how much more the group could handle. As
Yoongi looked around the group, it was clear that the past 24 hours had taken a
toll on each of them. Hoseok’s eyes were wide as he tried to bite his lip to
stop it from trembling. Jungkook was sniveling into Jimin’s shoulder as the
older boy stroked his back. Jin’s eyes were vast and distant as he tried to
wrap his head around everything that had just happened back in Namjoon’s old
suite. Namjoon himself didn’t have much of an expression at all. He was
glancing down at the floor and Yoongi was curious what he was thinking about.
Was it over? Were they going to make it? After a moment Namjoon started to
cough violently like he had done before and the familiar stream of blood
started to run down the sides of his mouth. He quickly wiped it away but it was
already too late, Jin started to question him.
            “Jagia, What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Jin’s voice was full of stress
and panic at the sight of blood coming out of Namjoon’s lips. Namjoon continued
to cough, not able to catch his breath for sometime as he bent over on his
knees. Jin’s stress was contagious because he now got everyone’s attention and
everyone had the same look of concern on their faces.
            Once Namjoon had seemed to get a hold of his breathing again, he
leaned back against the mirrored wall, wiping the blood away. Once he realized
that everyone was waiting for a response he took a minute to take a few more
deep breaths before continuing.
            “I guess there’s something I should tell you guys…” Namjoon stated
as he laid his head against the cool glass.
            “What? What is it!?” Jin said almost hysterically. Yoongi knew
whatever it was probably wasn’t good news.
            “I…I have cancer,” Namjoon said quietly and Yoongi could almost
hear the silent gasps around the room.
            “I’ve been doing treatments for a few months now but it’s an
aggressive strand that has overtaken my body. I was to meet with a private
doctor who said they could cure me if I paid the right amount but it’s too late
for that now. I only had a limited amount of time left and I doubt they could
have cured me.
            “How…how much time?” Jin asked in a shaky voice. It was as if no
other question in the world was more important. Yoongi could tell this was a
heartbreaking news to everyone. As much as they hated Namjoon at one moment in
time, they were now one unit and this must have been hard for the older slaves.
            “Three months…” Namjoon stated.
            “We can find help. Once we get out of here I…I promise to find the
best doctors in Korea. There has to be someone that can cure you,” Jin said as
tears welled up in his eyes. Namjoon smiled sadly at the brown haired boy and
nodded.
            “I’d like that,” Namjoon responded but Yoongi knew better than to
believe his optimism. Yoongi could tell Namjoon had accepted his fate long ago
but he wasn’t mad or bitter. Remembering the pills on Namjoon’s bathroom
counter brought back memories to Yoongi’s mind. He could now understand why
Namjoon was depressed and angry a lot of these days. It wasn’t something easy
to come to terms with and the added pressure from Jackson no doubt didn’t help.
As they neared their destination, the room was somber and silent once more.
           
            “Master, what will happen to us?” Jin said amongst the silence. All
the boys now had turned to Namjoon for a response, although he was technically
no longer their Master, it was hard to break the bond. Namjoon looked up from
the ground to look at the oldest and then moved his eyes around the circle. He
pulled Jin in close before placing a soft kiss on his forehead.
            “No matter what happens, I’ll be right by your side,” Namjoon
replied and Yoongi could see the tears starting to swell in Jungkook’s eyes
now. Everyone knew what Namjoon was trying to say. He was saying that there
were no guarantee that any of them were going to make it out alive and that
these could be the last moments they had with each other. Yoongi took this
moment to appreciate all the men in the elevator with him. They had all changed
him in one way or another, for better or for worse. Even through all the bad
times the best thing he could have ever found was standing right by his side
and for that alone all the pain was worth it. If they were to lose anybody
today, Yoongi was happy to have met them all.
           
            Shortly after that, the elevator had stopped on the first floor and
a familiar voice was calling out to them once more. Yoongi’s heart started to
pound again as he got ready for what may come. The shiny black gun felt heavy
in his hands but the taste of his freedom almost blocked out everything else in
his mind. All the boys gripped their weapons tightly as the doors swung open.
 
            “First floor,”
 
            With his gun, Jimin had taken the lead stepping out of the door
first where he had aimed and killed one guard already. Tae was close behind,
killing the second guard. As Yoongi peered out of the door he could see
multiple bodies already dead in the hallway before them. One of the bodies he
recognized as Freddy the security guard. It seemed to tragically pull Yoongi
back into their reality and remind him that even the most skilled personnel
could lose while playing a dangerous game.
 
            “Everyone let’s move,” Tae ordered and the group followed suit. As
Jimin quickly swiped the badge to call the golden elevators a noise from the
right wing caught the group's attention.
 
            “Stop right there!” A voice yelled out from the ballroom door and
Yoongi didn’t even hesitate. He lifted the heavy pistol and aimed it at the
person running towards the group. Without a second thought he pulled the
trigger and watched the man fall to the ground. A second shot could be heard
soon after and Yoongi realized it was Tae going in for the kill to make sure he
was dead. Yoongi watched as the man’s lifeless body lay across the floor. For a
moment, he didn’t know whether he’s going to be sick or if he’s going to pass
out. How to feel after killing someone never really gets to talked about but
Yoongi now knew that it wasn’t as easy as it looked like to take someone else’s
life.
            “Okay, Jimin I want you to go over the plan with everyone,” Namjoon
stated, sweat starting to pool form his face. Jimin nodded swiftly and started
to tell the group his plan for escape.
            “There are two staircases that go down either side of the hotel
floors. The left side leads to the lobby and the right side leads to the
street. We’ll ride the elevator as far down as we can until we can cross over
to the staircase and then escape…”
            Jimin’s sentence was cut mid way as the group heard more gunshots
barreling their way.
            “I need back up on the first floor!” One lone guard said into a
cellphone as he ran towards the group.
            “Ah…shit!” Namjoon wailed as he dropped forward, using the wall for
support. Within seconds the group was aiming back at the guard and he fell just
as his counterparts did, dying quickly on the floor.
            “Master!” Hoseok screeched as he went to help Namjoon stand. Blood
was now running down his pant leg and the bright red substance was pooling by
his ankle. Grunts of pain and agony were escaping Namjoon’s lips now and Jin
was assessing his wound.
            “He’s been shot in the leg,” Jin said with a shaky breath. The last
thing he wanted to see was Namjoon injured in any way. Not only did that mean
he would slow them down but it was also going to be harder for him to run. As
Namjoon continued to wince and groan the golden elevator doors opened wide and
Yoongi was relieved to find no one inside.
            The group barreled in, Jin helping Namjoon hobble inside. Jimin was
already pushing for the first floor button before the contraption started to
descend downwards. Namjoon’s breath was staggered and hoarse as trails of blood
started to seep out from the corners of his lips once more.
            “Everyone listen to me. When these doors open again we don’t know
what will be waiting for us. I want everyone to promise me that you’ll keeping
running and that you won’t stop for anyone,” Namjoon said through heavy
breaths. Yoongi glanced quickly at Tae’s face to see his reaction to the news.
Taehyung didn’t seem to be ready to make that promise and neither was Yoongi.
            “Master no, we’re not leaving you or anyone behi…” Jin said but was
abruptly cut off by Namjoon raising his voice.
            “Promise me! I don’t want any of us to die but we don’t have the
luxury of knowing what will happen. I need you all to promise me you will do
whatever it takes to make it out of here alive!” Namjoon’s volume was slightly
below shouting. Jungkook and Hoseok both started to weep as they listened to
Namjoon speak and all together aside from Yoongi and Tae, the group all spoke
at once.
            “Yes, Master.”
            Namjoon nodded his head and closed his eyes briefly.
            “Okay, good. I may have gotten you all into this mess but I
promise…I will do everything I can to get you out.”
            Yoongi listened to Namjoon address the group. He knew even more now
that this was a crucial time for the boys and he couldn’t help but think if
this might be the last time he will ever see Tae. Turning to his lover Yoongi
took in those honey-hazel eyes yet again. Tae’s gaze was enough to melt him on
a hot day and yet give him all the warmth he needed in a winter storm. Yoongi
turned his body to face Tae, wrapping his arms around his soft neck and burying
his face into the cloth of his shirt. Taehyung wasted no time embracing Yoongi
with those strong arms of his, grasping him like it was the last time. Yoongi
finally felt like he was going to crack. He felt no stronger than a vase made
of paper-thin glass that was about to fall of a rickety table. He didn’t weep
like the other boys but he didn’t stop the silent tears that fell onto his
cheeks now. When he felt Tae brush them aside with his fingers he worked up the
courage to look the man he loved straight in his eyes again.
            “Don’t look away Yoongi, I always want to remember the way you look
at me,” Taehyung said and it nearly broke Yoongi into pieces.
            “Don’t do that. You don’t get to do that to me,” Yoongi said with a
bit of anger in his voice. Taehyung gave him a puzzled look and Yoongi was more
upset that he had to explain his statement.
            “You don’t get to say goodbye to me. You just don’t,” Yoongi stated
and his throat was started to swell on him, blocking the air to his lungs. Tae
didn’t respond. He just nodded and kissed him tenderly, making Yoongi forget
the world for a second. In that moment he was happy, in that moment he was home
with the man he loved and nothing could change that. Yoongi felt the rush from
their lips connecting as his body trembled from the fear of losing the one
thing that mattered to him in this world. As Taehyung pulled away from their
kiss, he left one last peck on his cheek before gripping and squeezing his
hand.
            “I love you,” Tae whispered into Yoongi’s ear and Yoongi’s body
went up in flames.
            “I love you more than life itself and I thank you for letting me
love you,” Tae finished and Yoongi almost couldn’t stand. How did they ever get
into this dilemma? Put in between a rock and a hard place; between life and
death. Yoongi loathed it so much yet he knew there was nothing they could do.
He looked at the décor of the inside of the hotel elevator, remembering from
the night of the Halloween party when they first tried to escape. He traced the
golden wallpaper with his eyes and admired how elegant the tiny space was. Even
with all the money Jackson had, it didn’t save him in the end and Yoongi prayed
that they wouldn’t meet the same fate.
           
            “I love you Kim Taehyung and nothing will ever change that,” Yoongi
assured him but before he could say anything else the elevator stopped suddenly
and the doors were opening before they knew it.
            “What...what the fuck?!” Jimin said out loud as the elevator doors
started to open.
            “Duck!” Taehyung screamed and bullets were being emptied into
whoever stood on the outside of the doors. The boys dove to the side as Tae,
Jimin and Namjoon started to shoot at anything that lay on the outside of the
door.
           
           
“15th floor,”
 
            Three bodies lay dead on the ground in front of the group when the
doors opened. Jin had his arm underneath Namjoon’s shoulder as he helped him
hobble out of the elevator.
            “They must have pressed the button, that’s why the elevator stopped
here. Should we just get back in?” Jimin asked as the group tried to think
quickly of what to do. Before anyone could come up with a proper plan more
voices could be heard heading towards them and Taehyung was the first one to
speak after.
            “We don’t have time! They’re probably going to be waiting on us on
every floor. Everyone head down the stairs!” Taehyung yelled.
            “Which side leads to the street?” Jungkook asked.
            “The right,” Jimin answered and the group started to run as fast as
they could towards the right side staircase. Jimin was the first to reach the
door and when he opened it he could hear the voices running up the stairs to
their location.
            “Guards are coming, go towards the left side!” Jimin yelled and he
started to shoot his gun at the oncoming guards.
            “Run, hurry!” Yoongi urged the group and he watched half the boys
run in the opposite direction. Tae and Jimin were trailing the group, guns
posted towards the oncoming guards. Yoongi decided he was more capable of
helping than the rest so he posted himself next to Tae.  His gun was shaking
slightly and he wasn’t exactly brave enough to be waiting for danger but he
knew for the group he had to.
            “Yoongi, make sure everyone is okay. We’ll be right behind you,”
Taehyung ordered but he knew Yoongi wouldn’t listen.
            “No, I’m staying with you,” Yoongi resisted and Tae didn’t put up
anymore of a fight. As a guard came charging into the hallway, all three of
them continued to shoot until all five had been killed. Once they were
finished, Tae and Jimin went to scavenge for guns with more bullets. Yoongi
knew they would need them later.
            “Hurry!” Jimin stated as he gathered two more guns and ran towards
the left hand staircase. Yoongi’s adrenaline was on overdrive and his body was
now covered in sweat. He didn’t know when their luck would run out but he was
hoping for it to last a little bit longer. As the three of them ran down the
staircase, it didn’t take them long to catch up to the rest of the group.
Namjoon was walking pretty well on his own but he was still a bit slower than
the rest of them. Yoongi assumed his adrenaline was helping his mobility.
           
            They ran like that, as fast as they could. Yoongi counted as they
passed by the all the floors one by one; the 12th, 11th, 10th, and 9th floors.
Around the 6th floor their luck had run out as Yoongi could hear guards closing
in on them from above. Tae and Jimin tried their best to shoot upwards in their
direction but slowly and surely they were gaining on them.
            “Keep going!” Namjoon urged the boys. “Don’t stop!”
            Yoongi could tell Namjoon was out of breath. The blood leaking from
his leg was making the stairs slippery and he must have been feeling faint by
now. Still Yoongi didn’t see Namjoon slow down his pace. All of them had a
determination to live and it was going to take all they had in them to win this
fight.
            Yoongi’s lungs were burning. He was so out of breath but his legs
refused to stop moving. He looked back at Tae and Jimin every so often, just to
make sure they were still following them. Yoongi couldn’t recall exactly but
between the the 8th and 7th floor Namjoon’s leg started to take a toll on him
and he fell to the back of the group.
            “Jagiya!” Jin called out for him but Namjoon forbid Jin to turn
around.
            “Keep running!” Namjoon ordered and the group continued to obey.
 
            Around the 5rd floor down was when Yoongi heard it. It was more of
a yelp than a cry but he knew in that moment that something terrible had
happened. When he turned back he saw Namjoon had fallen down on the stairs and
on his back was a growing red spot where he had been shot. Without hesitation
Taehyung and Jimin posted above him on the stairs shooting up towards the
streaming bullets to protect Namjoon.
 
            “Master!” Jin screamed as he turned back and started to climb up
the stairs.
            “No! Don’t stop!” Namjoon pleaded as he lay on the stairs in pain.
Yoongi helped him roll over onto his back and he tried to catch his already
jagged breath.
            “Hoseok! Help me lift him!” Jin yelled for the younger boy and
Hoseok came willingly.
            “Jin! Listen to me…ugh…you ca…can’t…” Namjoon was running out of
energy to speak and Yoongi watched as the life started to fade from his eyes
slowly.
            “Joon!” Jin called out. He was desperate and Yoongi knew if it were
Tae he would be too. Yoongi continued to help fight off the oncoming guards
with Tae and Jimin, over watching Hoseok and Jin. Jungkook was posted below the
group, watching the stairs below for oncoming guards. Several attempts by the
two seemed fruitless as Jin and Hoseok tried to pick up Namjoons dead weighted
body. The blood made him slippery and hard to grasp and on their final attempt
it was Jimin who had to put his foot down.
            “We have to leave him, he’s losing consciousness. Jungkook we have
to go,” Jimin called out. Yoongi knew Jimin didn’t want to give up hope but he
also knew that Jimin wanted to get out of there alive with Jungkook more than
anything and that was always going to be his primary goal. Without a moment's
hesitation Jimin turned to run down the stairs grabbing the Maknae on the way
down.
            “Master!” Jungkook called out. In that moment it was odd to see the
love that the original slaves had for this man who was clearly not their Master
anymore. Namjoon also was never quite a good man to them but in a way Yoongi
understood the connection they would forever hold towards their former Master.
            “Junkgookah, I’m sorry,” Jimin cried out as the two continued to
descend down the staircase. The Maknae’s protest could still be heard as they
made their way out. It was in that moment that Yoongi stole a glance at
Taehyung. In their eyes they also had to make their decision and they knew it
wasn’t going to be easy.
            Do I leave him here to die upon his request or do I have to be the
better person and try harder to save him?
 
            Jin was weeping over Namjoon’s frame on the staircase. It seemed
Jin was also making a difficult decision of his own and Yoongi couldn’t imagine
how hard it must be.
            “Jin,” Tae said through gritted teeth as the sweat continued to
pour. They must be nearing the end of their bullets soon and would be left
defenseless. Jin leaned down to place a tender kiss on Namjoon’s lips. His
broad shoulders were shaking in the light and Yoongi could now see the shallow
breaths that were coming from Namjoon’s chest.
            He’s dying.
 
            “Jin!” Tae said more aggressively as more guards could be heard
descending the stairs. Yoongi and Tae had been holding them off but now they
were barely one floor away from reaching them and there was no time left for
discussion. Jin was stroking Namjoon’s wet hair in a protective way. He leaned
down close to Namjoons ear to whisper something only Yoongi barely heard.
            “I could never leave you.”
 
            Without a second thought Jin stood in front of Namjoon’s frame on
the stairs, replacing Jimin in formation before he said something that even
Yoongi couldn’t have predicted.
            “Leave now, take Hoseok and make sure he gets out alive,” Jin
stated in a calm manner as he continued to protect the man he loved. Tears
stained his face but his body was no longer shaking.
            “Jin…” Yoongi tried to talk him out of it but Jin only shook his
head. Yoongi knew he would not change his mind. Jin had made up his mind to
protect the man he loved and to give the rest of them a fighting chance. He was
sacrificing himself for the group and that was something Yoongi would never
forget. With one last glance at Namjoon, Yoongi made his peace with Jin.
            “I’m…I’m sorry Hyung.”
            With that Taehyung grabbed Yoongi by the wrist and Yoongi grabbed
Hoseok and the three boys left Jin to battle against his death.
 
           
            Yoongi felt so much sorrow in his heart that he never thought he
could feel for the two men he had just left. The trio continued to descend the
staircase together. Yoongi wished he didn’t have to hear the stream of bullets
from above. His imagination was getting the better of him. Around the 3rd floor
noise could be heard of the lower levels and Tae rushed ahead to see what was
going on.
            “Guards down below! Cross over to the right hand staircase!”
Jimin’s voice rang out loud and clear. And Yoongi couldn’t believe what he was
hearing.
            More guards? How would they ever get out of this? The sound of
bullets firing off could be heard echoing throughout the long staircase. Before
long they had reached the 2nd floor where the two previous boys had killed
three more guards. Taehyung reached down to grab newer pistols, also handing a
new one to Hoseok.
            “If you see anything, shoot,” Taehyung ordered and with a gulp
Hoseok nodded. Yoongi could tell he was frightened to death but in a sense they
all were. Yoongi tried his best to stay calm for Hopie but in truth he was just
as scared as he was.
            “Quick! We need to cross over!” Tae said sternly and the three boys
made their way back towards the hallway. It was different from the hallway on
the 15th floor, less luxurious than its counterpart but that would make sense
in a hotel. As the boys ran, trailing Jimin and Jungkook, Jimin was holding the
door open for them on the other side.
            “Watch out!” Jimin called as a shot rang out and whizzed past the
lot. Jimin immediately started to shoot in the direction from which they came.
Taehyung was the furthest away from the door and took it upon himself to
protect the group as he held out two guns, aiming at the opposite entrance.
Taehyung was definitely good with a gun. Yoongi watched as he hit every one of
his targets dead in the head as they popped out of the door. When he felt no
more were coming he turned to run with the others to safety. As they were
entering the door, ready to run down the last two flights to the street, Yoongi
heard the worst sound he’d ever heard in his entire life. It was a gasp so
sharp and so distinct, he knew who it had come from instantly.
            “Tae!” Yoongi screamed as Taehyung fell to his knees briefly.
Yoongi’s world felt like it had suddenly faded to black and white, blood
draining from his face. All four boys went to work on tackling the remaining
approaching guards. A bullet managed to graze Yoongi’s tender face in the
standoff. The sting hurt and the blood did drip down his cheek but all his
focus was on Taehyung at the moment.
            “Tae, can you stand?” Baby we have to go, we’re almost there!”
Yoongi pleaded. Tae stood up slowly with the help of Hoseok and Jungkook. His
legs were shaking and Yoongi immediately realized he was wheezing heavily.
            “My lung…they…they shot…my lung…” Yoongi listened as his lover
wheezed his last sentence.
            “You’ll be okay,” Yoongi lied. He lied and hoped that he would come
true.
            “Come on, we need to get you down the stairs. We need to get you
out of here,” Yoongi cried again and the two boys holding him tried to carry
him down but Tae’s body slowly became limp as he started to lose strength.
            “No! Tae, please, we're almost there!” Yoongi bawled and he was
thankful that Jimin was standing watch over them.
            “Yoongi we have to go!” Jimin screamed. Yoongi knew they all wanted
to help but they had limited time and they weren’t going to risk their own
safety for anyone else. Yoongi didn’t blame them, he was just angry at the
situation. His tears were hot and frustrated and his eyes were bloodshot and
red.
            “Taehyung, please get up! We can make it, I just need you to get
up!” Yoongi was trying to pull out all the stops. Taehyung’s wheezing was so
loud now, it was almost like a vacuum in Yoongi’s ears and with every breath he
was starting to lose faith.
            “Yoongi, you have to go,” Tae managed to whisper.
            “No! We’re leaving together. Tae…you’re all I have…” Yoongi was
broken now.
            “Yoongi!” Jimin tried again as he started to push the Maknae and
Hoseok down the stairs. Yoongi couldn’t hear him though. Everything seemed to
be moving in slow motion for him and his brain didn’t want to decide on the two
most difficult decisions of his life. To stay with the one person he loved…or
to leave him. He was angry and frustrated. Why did the fates let this happen to
him? After all he’d been through, why end like this. Why even let him fall in
love? Why? It would have been so much easier to die never loving anyone. Why
must the universe complicate everything? Yoongi was going to have a mental
breakdown and this was neither the time nor the place.
            As world became fuzzy the trio descended the stairs leaving Tae and
Yoongi behind on the steps. Yoongi heard more guards approaching above.
            This is it…this is where we die. Tell him how much you love him and
you’ll hope to see him on the other side, Yoongi thought to himself. He looked
down at the gorgeous boy, tears blurring his vision. He thought back to the
first time he’d seen Tae, the boy who was closed off from everyone else. The
boy who was different and how that boy came to help him. He helped him without
question, without asking for anything in return. Tae never asked much of
Yoongi, he was never keeping count. Tae taught him how to love and to love in
return and Yoongi realized that was the greatest gift anyone could have given
to a broken boy like him.
 
            “Tae please don’t…,” Yoongi cried as he kneeled above Tae’s frame.
Taehyung’s eyes were closed from the pain briefly but reopened to reveal those
honey golden orbs once more.
            “Please don’t do this.”
            “Yoongi, I love you but your life doesn’t end here. You’re going to
live a long happy life somewhere far away from this place. When you think of me
all I ask is that you remember the happy moments we shared together,” Tae said
in-between staggered breaths. Yoongi couldn’t take it anymore. He sobbed
uncontrollably into Tae’s shirt, drinking his scent in one last time.
            “I love you Yoongi, I’ll always love you,” Tae said, his hand
resting on Yoongi’s neck.
            “But you have to go now.”
 
            Yoongi looked back at Tae’s face. Through his tears he placed one
last kiss upon Tae’s lips and he let them linger as long as he could. As soon
as the guards opened the hallway door Yoongi grabbed two guns off the floor and
emptied them into the guard’s direction. When the two guards had fallen Yoongi
ran up to the door to check for anymore. Yoongi could only see red. He had
never had any training with a gun but that didn’t stop him from killing six
more men on his own. When Yoongi was satisfied that he had a gap between guards
approaching he returned to Taehyung’s side.
            “I love you too. So much it hurts too much to imagine a life
without you,” Yoongi confessed. Yoongi mustered all the strength he had left in
him.
            “If I have anything left in me, I’m not leaving you here to die,”
and with that Yoongi grabbed Tae by the arm and tried his best to pull the boy
over his shoulder. With gritted teeth Yoongi felt Tae's body slipping past his
fingertips.
            "Yoon...stop. You have to go… they’re coming," Tae said, barely
able to catch his breath.
 
            "No! I won't!" Yoongi screamed and tried with much effort to pull
Tae's dead weighted body over his shoulder again. By the time Tae fell to the
ground a second time he let out a pained moan as the wound in his back burned
with fury. Yoongi tried again and again, even opting to drag Tae down a half
flight of stairs. Tae was grunting the entire time and Yoongi was losing all
hope. Exhausted, he sat on the step right below Tae's bleeding body and stared
down into Taehyung’s eyes. Yoongi’s shoulders were shaking uncontrollably as he
looked down at the face of his most precious loved one. Crying with his
bloodstained hands crossed over Tae's abdomen. He had to face the reality that
he was just too weak to hold Tae's weight. He felt Taehyung’s weak hands
running through his hair and he knew what Tae was saying.
 
            "I'm mad that you won't listen to me...but I'm also happy you're
here with me now."
 
           Yoongi just listened to the slow rhythm of Tae's heartbeat and as
they sat staring into each other's eyes he tried to let the world disappear
from view. He took in Tae's aroma along with the metallic smell of blood and
just tried to drink Tae into all his senses. He felt Tae’s warm skin below his,
fingers caressing the nape of his neck. After sometime though Tae's fingers had
gone limp and he knew Tae had passed out. Probably from the lack of blood or
maybe death was upon his doorstep. He kissed Tae's cheek just for good measure,
electing to think he was tucking Tae into bed rather than a permanent slumber.
The boys were long gone by now and Yoongi prayed they were safely out of the
building. He didn't know how long they sat there. He didn't know if it was a
few minutes or hours or days but finally voices had snapped him out of his
daze. 
 
            This is it. This will be the final chapter, he thought. 
 
            Yoongi grabbed the nearest gun he could find. He didn't know if it
even had bullets inside but he lazily pointed it up towards the exit door where
the previous guards had emerged from. Although these guards had not enter from
there. One lone guard came plummeting down the stairs and Yoongi pulled the
trigger to release bullets into the air hoping it would land somewhere on the
guard's body. He watched as the blood spurted out from his neck. The guard
stumbled a few more steps before he fell to the ground, about five feet away
from Yoongi's frame. Yoongi’s heart was calm and his pulse was strong. He was
ready to see the end with Tae by his side. He was ready to die.
 
            If we can't be together in life, then maybe together in death is
just as good, Yoongi thought to himself. 
 
            More footsteps were coming down the stairs as Yoongi turned his
attention back to the dangers before him. Looking down at Tae's cold blue lips,
Yoongi couldn't find it in him to fight anymore. He placed a soft peck on Tae's
soft pale lips one last time and threw his gun aside.
 
            "I'm right here Tae. I'm right here with you," Yoongi whispered as
he laid his head to rest on Taehyung's chest as slowly closed his eyes. He
should have felt fear. He should have felt anything but the only thing Yoongi
felt was peace.
 
            "I love you..."
 
___________________
 
            Yoongi heard the shots. He heard them but he felt no pain.
 
            Is this what if feels like to die? Am I dead?
 
            Yoongi didn't dare open his eyes. He felt safe with Taehyung’s
physique below him giving off warmth and comfort.
 
            "Hyung..." 
 
            It wasn't a loud call but Yoongi could hear someone calling to
someone.
 
            "Hyung get up!" 
 
            The voice was familiar yet oddly far away. Yoongi had heard about
people hallucinating just before death.
 
            Maybe this is what’s happening.
 
            "Yoongi Hyung! Tae Hyung! Get up please!" It was a desperate call
from a small boy and Yoongi had to turn to see.
 
            "Hyung!"
 
            With guards still falling left and right Yoongi realized someone
must be protecting them from harms way. As he turned to see who was calling
him, Jungkook's flustered face was racing towards him and Yoongi's heart
swelled with relief and dread.
 
            No! Go back!
 
            "Jungkook! You shouldn't be here!" Yoongi cried out. He was now
alert again and eager to make the Maknae leave before he got killed.
            "Hyung, get up please! We need to leave!" Jungkook said desperately
tugging in Yoongi's shirt. As Jungkook got Yoongi to stand he realized it was
Jimin and Hoseok who were keeping the guards at bay. 
            "Yoongi quick, grab a gun! We need your help!" Jimin screamed as he
raced past the crew. Yoongi didn't hesitate. Adrenaline was kicking in again
and Yoongi only had one thing on his brain.
 
            Protect him as long as you can.
 
            Yoongi aimed at as many guards as he could. When he ran out of
shells he picked up another gun and started to unleash them into whomever he
could, trying his best to hit every man with a fatal injury.
            "We have to go now!" Jimin yelled as he took down the last guard in
sight. Jungkook grabbed Yoongi by the wrist and just as he was about to protest
leaving Taehyung to die Yoongi watched Jimin do what he couldn't. Jimin used
all his might to throw Taehyung's lifeless body over his shoulder and started
to run down the stairs.
            "Yoongi, Hoseok, cover the front. Jungkook shoot anyone in view."
Jimin bellowed to the group and with that they started fleeing down the last
flight of stairs to the street. It seemed to take forever as Yoongi's nerves
shot off in every direction. A few minutes ago he had given up on everything.
 
            They came back for us.
 
            Yoongi didn’t know how to feel. His emotions wouldn’t let him
settle on a sole feeling. All he knew was that they now had a fighting chance
because of these men and for that Yoongi would be eternally grateful.  
 
            "You...you came back," Yoongi said to Jimin as he carried Yoongi's
precious cargo on his back. Through heaps of heavy breathing Jimin managed to
respond with a smile on his face.
 
            "Jungkook refused to leave until he saw you come out the door."
Yoongi had never felt so grateful in his life. Tears would come later but for
now he had to focus. As they rounded on the last staircase, happiness was
filling Yoongi's chest. He was about to burst from fear and pure joy.
 
            There's a chance. There’s a chance.
 
            Jungkook was the first to reach the door, then Jimin with Tae, then
Hoseok and Yoongi. There were no gunshots heard, no bullets waiting for them on
the other side. Apparently Jackson’s threat of the building being surrounded
was only that, a threat. As the cool breeze rushed over Yoongi’s body he
finally let a small breath of relief wash over him.
 
            Although it was chilly on this dark brisk fall morning Yoongi was
hot on the inside. Tae’s body was still slumped over Jimin’s shoulder like a
sack of potatoes but to Yoongi all he could see was his lover alive and free.
 
            Free.
 
            Nothing sounded sweeter to Yoongi's ears than the silence that met
them on the dark street of Seoul. His first steps of freedom were the greatest
feeling he had ever felt and he told himself he would never take it for granted
again. He looked at the group of boys surrounding him on the street. Hoseok
looked foreign holding a gun. He was covered in blood but his face was calm and
collected. Jungkook was running alongside Jimin, a supportive young Maknae who
was the sole reason he was even alive. With a half-smile Jungkook looked back
at Yoongi, his hand posted on Jimin’s shoulder as he supported his lover  .
Jimin’s face was the grimmest. He didn’t crack a smile whatsoever as he
concentrated on holding up Tae’s body weight. Although Yoongi couldn’t express
it in that moment he knew he would forever be in Jimin’s debt. He did what
Yoongi was too weak to do, save Tae. If Tae could hold on just a bit longer,
their sacrifice would be well worth it. The death of Namjoon and Jin were still
weighing heavy on the crew. They couldn’t go back in time and change the past
but even if they could Yoongi was unsure if there was anything they could have
done differently. Yoongi watched the group proceed onward and suddenly he saw
the glimmer of hope he needed. Taehyung slowly opened his eyes, searching for
Yoongi and it was then that he ran to grab his hand.
 
            “It’s okay, we’ll be okay,” Yoongi stammered as his heart swelled
with joy. Tears pricked his eyes again and in that small moment of hope he let
all his doubts fade in an instant.
            It was a sad day. A day to mourn their fallen ones, a day to mourn
their past lives, and a day to mourn their future that was still so unclear.
 The remaining five made their way across several streets into the pitch black
of early morning. As the group disappeared into the shadows forever there was
only one thing running through Yoongi’s mind as he stared upon Taehyung’s face.
 
            “Please, don’t ever let me go…”
 
 
 
 
 
 
***Thank you all so much for sticking with me on this journey! You guys are
seriously what kept me going and I love every one of you that took the time to
even open this story. Thank you so much for making me feel special! I thought
an epilogue would be a nice touch for an ending. Enjoy! As always your lovely
comments are much appreciated! ***
***** Epilogue *****
Epilogue: “Please, don’t ever let me go…”
 
            Yoongi lost track of the months since they had left the penthouse.
After that freighting day they looked over their shoulder twice as much and
never stayed in one place too long. Jimin and Jungkook fled to Japan with
Kookie's mother until it was safe to migrate to Europe where they met up with
Jimin's brother and family. Hoseok also disappeared with his brother off to
Australia where he's been watching over him as he finished school. As for
Yoongi and his lover, they spent several weeks in a hospital in the most
southern part of South Korea.  They resided in a rural town with only about a
hundred people living in it. Yoongi never stopped fearing the thought of
Jackson's men returning for their property or an offspring coming by to avenge
their father’s death. He never could bring himself to trust even the sweetest
old lady in town who offered him extra veggies at the market. It was a rare
occasion for Yoongi to leave Tae's side even after he was fully healed. He
thanked the Gods every day for letting Tae live and giving him to Yoongi to
spend out the rest of their days. Once Tae had recovered from being shot in the
lung Yoongi wasted no time getting them a flight out of out of the country.
They spent a few years in America, traveling from state to state every few
months and finally settling in a small city in Canada far away from people.  
 
            On this morning Tae was fixing them breakfast as Yoongi searched
for jobs the two could do online as to limit interaction with locals. When the
food was done Tae plated it and set the dishes down on the table. Before
fetching their coffee he placed a soft kiss on Yoongi's temple and Yoongi
couldn't help but smile
 
            "I love you," Tae said as he walked back into the kitchen. No
matter how hard life got or how difficult their situation, Yoongi was always
happy and satisfied if Tae was with him. There was no one else in the world
left for him that would make him feel the way Tae did. 
            "I love you too," Yoongi replied softly as he continued to search
the internet. It was simple mornings like this that made Yoongi the happiest.
After breakfast Yoongi cleared their dishes and proceeded to wash them in the
sink. About half way through washing he felt Tae's strong arms wrap around his
belly and his hot breath tickling his neck sending goosebumps down his spine.
Instinctively Yoongi closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the warm water on
his hands and the warmth from Tae's hands around him. 
            "Tae," Yoongi breathed out as he felt his lover place a succulent
kiss on the side of his neck and suddenly his senses were all tingling. 
            "Yes baby?" Tae teased as he continued to leave hot kisses all over
the back of Yoongi's neck and shoulders. Yoongi could suddenly feel his member
twitch with excitement as he also felt Tae's growing erection press into his
backside.
 
            "Do you want something?" Tae teased again as he spun Yoongi around
and placed a heated kiss on his warm lips. Yoongi wrapped his arms around Tae's
neck as he pulled the kiss in deeper, nodding his head in agreement.
            "What do you want Yoon?" Tae asked, snaking his hand down to
Yoongi's growing bulge and Yoongi couldn’t help but let a moan slip past his
lips.
            "You have to use your words babe," Tae stated as he continued to
create friction on Yoongi's pants.
            “I want you,” Yoongi whispered against Taehyung’s lips and a smile
curled on Tae’s mouth as he finally inserted his palm into Yoongi’s pants and
wrapped a tight fist around his hard cock. The warmth of Tae’s palm and his
tight grip sent Yoongi into a spiral of pleasure. Letting out a louder moan he
slightly bucked his hips up into Tae’s hand as he reached out to pull him
closer.
            “Not so fast baby,” Tae teased again and Yoongi pulled back to look
at him.
            “I want you now,” Yoongi begged as he ran his hands down Tae’s now
growing erection but with a swift grab Taehyung had stopped his advancement.
            “I know but I want to see you squirm first,” Tae responded with a
smirk on his face. With one quick motion Taehyung swooped Yoongi up into to air
and wrapped his legs around his waist, carrying him back over to the kitchen
table and sitting him on top. Yoongi was giggling the entire time as he watched
Tae undress him. Tae took off every article of clothing Yoongi had on, first
his shirt, then his pants and finally his boxers. As Taehyung pushed Yoongi
back to lie flat on the table he analyzed him with his gaze.
            “You’re so beautiful,” Tae breathed as he let his eyes take in
every curve of Yoongi’s body. In the beginning Yoongi was embarrassed to be
naked in front of Tae. It took time for him to feel comfortable in his own skin
after all they had been through. Tae never pushed Yoongi into doing anything he
was uncomfortable with and for that Yoongi loved him more. Tae was always so
patient and kind, especially in the bedroom. Yoongi couldn’t have asked for a
better partner.
            “Please…” Yoongi breathed as he started to stroke his hard member.
Taehyung smiled down at him, quickly removing Yoongi’s hand from his cock and
replacing it with his wet hot lips. The warm orifice of Tae’s mouth made Yoongi
squeal. Instantly he gripped Tae’s hair in his fist and started to grind up
into his mouth, lovely the sensation. Tae was quick to halt Yoongi’s moments
once more. The brown-haired boy quickly placed his hand on Yoongi’s hips and
pinned him down to the table.
            “Babe,” Yoongi whined as pressed his eyes shut.
            “Patience Yoon,” is all Tae said before he continue to suck on
Yoongi’s cock with such skill. As Tae’s mouth ran up and down his length,
Yoongi bit his lip harshly to stop himself from cumming.
            “Tae,” Yoongi moaned as he felt the familiar feeling building in
the lower part of his body. Little beads of sweat were starting to form on his
skin as his breathing became more ragged.
            “Tae please,” Yoongi begged as he felt his orgasm approach. He knew
Tae would continue until he was close and then stop abruptly.  Tae always knew
how to get him right on the edge before pulling away.
            “Yoongi started to move his hips in rhythm once more, wanting his
release sooner rather than later. To his surprise Tae removed his grasp on his
hips and let him buck freely.
            “Fuck, Yoongi groaned into the air as he continued to thrust into
Tae’s mouth. Tae reached his firm hand up to massage Yoongi’s balls at the same
time and the sensation along with his mouth was enough to send Yoongi over the
edge.
            “Ah, yeah baby,” Yoongi said as he gripped Tae’s hair tighter and
continued to grind into his wet mouth. His lower abdomen was tightening as he
felt his orgasm starting to build. A few more pumps and he would be there. As
his member slipped in and out past Tae’s soft lips he almost couldn’t catch his
breath. The stars behind his eyes were starting to go off and that’s when he
finally felt it. The cold chill as Taehyung removed himself for Yoongi’s cock.
            “Tae!” Yoongi whined again as he knew Tae was ready to tease him
once more.
            “Too much of a good thing isn’t good for you Yoongi,” Taehyung
smirk and went to place a passionate kiss on Yoongi’s hot lips. Before Yoongi
knew it Tae was also naked standing above him on the kitchen table.
            “We should close the windows,” Yoongi said as he realized the
curtains were drawn. Tae only laughed before speaking again.
            “Let them see,” he replied and without warning his flipped Yoongi
onto his stomach, bending his body over the edge. With his legs planted firmly
on the ground and his ass exposed Yoongi looked back with a nervous face.
            “Shhh, just relax,” Tae encouraged as he placed to palms softly on
each of Yoongi’s ass cheeks. Yoongi bit his lip again and this time it was to
stifle the oncoming moan. Tae firmly spread Yoongi’s ass exposing his hole to
the cold air and a shiver ran throughout Yoongi’s body all the way down to his
toes. A small twitch of his cock told him that he was nervous yet excited for
what was to come. After a brief moment a warm soft tongue could be felt on his
opening and Yoongi had to lay his head down on the table.
            “Damn babe,” Yoongi breathed as he felt the light flicks running
over his heated ass. The warm tongue felt so amazing on his sensitive area that
he almost asked Tae to stop because it was too delicate.
            “You like that baby?” Tae asked in between licks. Yoongi moaned in
response, his ass starting to wiggle back and forth on Tae’s tongue. Without
warning a penetrating finger entered into Yoongi’s hole, catching him by
surprise. By now Yoongi was relaxed and ready to stretched by Tae. After many
months of making love, Yoongi body was able to take on more than when they
first met. Yoongi pushed back onto Tae’s finger, enjoying the way Tae crooked
his finger towards his belly to hit that magical spot of his.
            “Fuck,” Yoongi muttered as he pressed his eyes closed. His body was
overly sensitive and his cock was screaming to be touched. As he tried to move
his hand to stroke himself, Tae’s hands were quick to place both of Yoongi’s
arms behind his back.
            “Uh huh, you stay right there,” Tae ordered and Yoongi secretly
loved when Tae was in control. A second digit was placed in his tight opening
and Yoongi’s body shivered as he was being filled. Tae rotated his wrist back
and forth, widening his ass. Tae’s groan told Yoongi that he was holding back a
lot and all he wanted to do was fill his warm hole with his hard cock. Once the
third digit was placed Yoongi felt a bit more tightness. His full ass was
screaming to be fucked and he started to grind back on Tae’s hand. Tae indulged
him, pumping his fingers in and out of Yoongi’s tight hole. Yoongi withered
below Tae’s frame, his legs growing weak every time Tae hit his prostate dead
on.
            “Tae, please, I need you,” Yoongi begged as he bit his lip in
pleasure. A few more pumps and Taehyung’s fingers were gone leaving Yoongi
feeling empty and waiting. After a few moments when Yoongi didn’t feel
anything, he looked back to see Tae stroking himself admiring Yoongi’s naked
form bent over the table.
            “Sorry, couldn’t help myself. You’re just so damn sexy,” Tae
responded. Yoongi made a face at him that said ‘shut up and come fuck me’.
            Slowly walking back over, Tae took his time stroking his long cock
and rubbing Yoongi’s back and bottom with the other. He slid his fingers back
past his opening and Yoongi shivered again.
            “Tae!” he said and Tae knew Yoongi would start getting grumpy soon.
Tae lined himself up with Yoongi’s pulsing opening and pressed his head just to
the tip of Yoongi’s ass.
            “Are you ready?” Tae asked lovingly waiting for Yoongi to reply.
Yoongi nodded quickly and Tae wasted no time complying. Before Yoongi knew it
the familiar burning of Tae’s cock stretching his ass could be felt on his
backside and he had to grip the table to brace himself.  A hiss of pain mixed
with pleasure left Yoongi’s lips but he continued to enjoy Tae’s cock filling
him to the brim. Yoongi could feel every inch enter him slowly and when Tae’s
thick tip was buried deep inside he let his body relax again. Tae didn’t move
for a moment, letting his lover adjust to his length and Yoongi was grateful.
He didn’t need much time these days but feeling his fullness was enough to make
his cock drip with pre-cum.
            Tae slowly pulled out of Yoongi and pushed back in with the same
pace leaving a kiss here and there along the nape of his neck. Yoongi was in
heaven; his body was enjoying every stroke of Tae’s cock on his prostate and
feeling the connection between both their bodies. His member was aching to be
touched but he didn’t have the strength to reach down between his legs at the
moment. Yoongi tried to slow his breathing but it kept picking up speed with
every pleasurable thrust.
            “Fuck, Yoongi,” Tae moaned as he pulled all the way out and slammed
back into Yoongi’s body in a rough but gentle way. Yoongi started to push back
to meet Tae’s thrusts ultimately making Tae’s cock lunge farther and deeper
into his body.
            A loud moan escaped Yoongi's lips as Tae continued their steady
rhythm. A few quick but sharp slaps were felt along Yoongi's ass, leaving a hot
sting on his tender skin. With a firm grasp Taehyung gripped Yoongi's hips for
more control as he quickened his pace. Yoongi couldn't hold on any longer. He
reached a sweaty palm down in between his legs, stroking himself ever so slowly
as Tae's hard cock continued to plow into his body. His body was tingling all
over and he could almost feel his orgasm on the brink as he continued to pump
his fist. As another perfect stroke ran along his prostate Yoongi's legs
started to quiver. Moan after moan was escaping his lips and his legs could
barely hold himself up anymore. 
            “Oh no you don’t,” Tae stated between breathy words. Yoongi’s body
was suddenly flipped onto his back and a whine was leaving his lips once again.
            “Tae…I’m so close,” Yoongi pouted as he went to stroke his rock
hard dick again. Tae quickly slapped his hand away and left Yoongi begging for
more. The ache in his member was unbearable as he sat staring up at his lover
from below.
            “Baby please,” Yoongi moaned again as he attempted to grab his own
length once more. His hand was met with another slap and the look in Tae’s eye
was enough to send him over the edge. Tae knew just how to grab Yoongi’s
attention. Yoongi couldn’t pear away from those soft luscious lips or those
honey golden orbs. If Yoongi ever felt scared or unsafe he could take one look
into Taehyung’s eyes and all the woes of the world would always melt away. He
thanked the heavens every day for giving Tae to him and he knew he would never
love another person half as much as he loved him. Taehyung was smirking down at
Yoongi now with a slightly curled lip. Yoongi knew he was teasing but as pre-
cum continued to drip down his hard member he also wished his lover would grant
him his release. As if Taehyung had heard him, Tae’s wet tongue was suddenly
darting out past his warm lips and darting out to lap at the pre-cum dripping
down Yoongi’s length. Shivers were running down Yoongi’s body once more as if a
breeze was blowing through the room. Yoongi watched as Tae’s gaze locked with
his own simultaneously as Tae’s continued to run his hot tongue along the
surface of Yoongi’s throbbing dick. Yoongi’s hands were reaching for something
to grasp. He wanted to be as close to Tae as possible but Tae’s hands quickly
pinned Yoongi’s small wrist down to his side.
            "Ugh," Yoongi moaned out loud as he felt Tae's mouth engulf his
cock deeper into his hot mouth. The walls were spinning again and Yoongi
enjoyed watching his lover's head head bob up and down on his groin. Tae was an
expert pleaser and Yoongi never had to give him any direction. As his length
entered and exited Tae's mouth, Tae wasted no time playing and massaging his
testicles at the same time. Yoongi laid his head back down on the table,
enjoying every part of his lower half being pleasured. 
            "You like that baby?" Tae asked in a teasing tone. Yoongi only
nodded vigorously while letting more moans escape into the air.
            "Oh yeah, what about this?" Tae teased as Yoongi could feel a
familiar finger protruding at his hole again. Yoongi let out a sharp gasp as he
felt two fingers intruded at the same time without warning.
            "Mmm yes," Yoongi answered as he felt Tae curl his fingers up
towards his prostate and stroke it filmy.  The pressure from Tae's fingers and
the intensity of his tongue still running along his cock felt painfully good
and Yoongi was again nearing his climax. 
            "Tae," Yoongi whispered as he clamped his eyes shut in pleasure. 
"Yeah baby? What do you want?" Tae teased again and Yoongi couldn't wait
anymore. He didn't want to be teased any longer and so he outright commanded
for Tae to take him.
            "Fuck me right now!" Yoongi all but screamed as he squirmed below
Tae's frame. Tae wasted no time giving Yoongi what he wanted. Yoongi felt his
legs suddenly being spread wide open by Tae's strong arms and his warm body
lining himself up with his own. When Yoongi realized Tae hadn't moved for a
moment he glanced up at his lover in confusion. Tae was gazing down at Yoongi
with that stare that could melt cold steel.
            "Say it again," Tae asked and Yoongi's cock twitched with
excitement.
            "Fuck me," Yoongi stated in a steady tone as he stared deep into
Taehyung's eyes and before he could finish the word 'me' Tae's large cock was
slamming into him once more. Tae's rhythm was hard and fast and Yoongi's body
was on fire. Feeling his large cock enter him and pull out was so intense that
all Yoongi could do was lie there gasping for air. Taehyung had curled closer
to him, leaving kisses and small bite marks along his neck and chest. 
            "You feel amazing," Tae moaned into his hear and his hot breath
made Yoongi tingle all over. Yoongi's hands were clawing and pulling Tae's body
closer to his as Tae continued to pound into him on the table.
            "I wanna cum in you so badly," Tae whispered and Yoongi was biting
his lip to stop his orgasm.
            "I want you to fill me Tae," Yoongi moaned as the pressure in his
cock continued to build. With one swift motion Taehyung had picked up Yoongi
off the table and Yoongi instinctively wrapped his legs around Tae's waist. Tae
carried Yoongi over to the couch where he sat down with Yoongi on top of him.
As Tae left passionate kisses all over Yoongi's chest, Yoongi started to grind
up and down on Tae's massive cock.
            "Your dick feels so good," Yoongi moaned as he felt ever large
stroke of Tae's dick hitting his special spot. Tae gave a quick sharp slap to
Yoongi's ass before grabbing them for leverage; guiding and grinding up to meet
Yoongi's thrusts. Before long Taehuyung had taken over the lead and was fucking
Yoongi from the bottom and Yoongi laid his head on Tae's shoulder as he fucked
him perfectly into bliss. A firm hand had wrapped around his cock and Yoongi
knew Tae had finally given into him. With a strong grip Tae slowly stroked
Yoongi's cock, making him almost chock on his own airway as he tried to pull in
more oxygen. The strokes came faster and faster and Yoongi was getting close to
the edge. 
            "Cum for me baby," Tae whispered into Yoongi's ear and Yoongi
almost came right then. His body was quivering from pleasure and it was almost
too much for him. A few more loud moans came barreling out of his body as he
peaked. Taehyung was still fucking his hole perfectly and Yoongi's body was
singing. 
            "I'm...I'm gonna,"
            "Shhhhh...baby, don't speak," Taehyung cooed. One more pump and
Yoongi was spilling hot cum onto Tae's chest and hand. Yoongi couldn't help it,
he moaned so loud that he swore the neighbors would be knocking on his door any
minute.
            "Damn, you're so beautiful," Tae stated as he stroked out every
last trip of cum out of Yoongi's cock. When Yoongi had nothing left to give Tae
removed his hand and licked his fingers clean. Yoongi pressed their lips
together after, tasting himself on his lovers mouth.
            "I want you so badly," Tae said through their heated kiss.
            "Take me," Yoongi replied. Tae flipped them over so that Yoongi was
laying belly down on the couch and without warning Tae's cock was filling his
ass once again, this time Tae wasn't just fucking to fuck. He was on a mission
to fuck Yoogni raw and Yoongi loved every bit of it; his prostate being
stimulated after his orgasm felt even better than before.
            "Fuck baby," Yoongi moaned into the couch, muffled by pillows. Tae
filling him up was the best feeling in the world and Yoongi could let Tae fuck
him all day. 
            "Ugh damn im close Yoon," Tae stated as he pounded aggressively
into Yoongi, placing a hand on Yoongi's back for leverage. The closer to
cumming Tae got the better his thrusts felt and Yoongi could feel another
orgasm building again in his groin. 
            "Harder Tae," Yoongi begged as he felt himself on the edge again. 
            "Fuck!" Tae moaned as slammed into Yoogni's hold with more force. 
            "I'm gonna come baby," Tae stated as he felt his release coming
quickly. 
            "Cum in me," Yoongi muffled into the couch pillows below. Before
long Yoongi could feel warm liquid filling his body up and it was enough to
make his second orgasm come as well. Both the boys came together, spilling
their loads in unison. Yoongi enjoyed the last few strokes of Tae's cock on his
prostate as the creamy cum made Tae slip in and out easier. Yoongi had cum all
over the couch and his belly and he knew he would be made later cleaning it up
but for now he was just enjoying Tae's body lying on top of his and how
connected he felt to him. Tae was leaving light kisses along Yoongi's back and
neck. Yoongi looked back at his gorgeous man, smiling softly up at him. Yoongi
always felt like he could lay with Tae forever after sex. It was when he felt
most at peace with the world. Their lives would never be normal but Yoongi was
okay with that as long as he had Tae with him. As long as they had each other
they would be okay. 
            We’ll always be okay.
            "I love Kim Taehyung," Yoongi stated as his hazy eyes tried to stay
open. Tae's face was somewhat similar in his exhaustion and he smiled back
sleepily, his eyes filled with so much love.
 
            "I love you Min Yoongi."
 
 
 
 
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