"Yoongi!" Namjoon cursed when he couldn't reach the unresponsive dom, his trembling outstretched fingers just a few inches too shy to touch Yoongi's arm.

He had one arm free, and he fumbled with undoing the other strap, finally getting it free. He sat up on his knees, groaning at the pain down his back from when Yoongi had raked his nails down.

The hand that was still chained was pulled taut, and he cursed again, forced to use his left hand to undo the straps around his thighs.

He glanced up at Yoongi, worried that Yoongi wasn't responding to him. Yoongi would never leave Namjoon tied up on purpose, especially not without any aftercare, and Namjoon knew this was serious.

The dom was facing away from him, and Namjoon shouted his name, but it was like Yoongi was dead.

It took a few tries since he couldn't see very well, but Namjoon finally freed himself from that block, and he kicked it away.

He scrubbed his arm over his face, clearing away most of the drying come.

He didn't know if there was a special way to remove the wand, but he needed it out so he could concentrate, same with the cockring. So he grabbed the little ball at the top, wincing as he slowly dragged it out.

He threw it far away as soon as it was free, gasping with relief, and grabbed the ring, slowly working it off. It was difficult to pull it off when his cock was so hard, and he definitely knew he was going to come as soon as it was off, but he knew Yoongi wasn't going to punish him for it. Not this time.

The ring finally clattered to the floor and Namjoon groaned into his fist as he came immediately.

Exhausted, he dropped to the floor, feeling boneless after his orgasm.

But he couldn't fall asleep this time, not when Yoongi needed him.

He was still chained, but luckily the key had fallen within his range and he fumbled to unlock himself.

The chains clattered to the floor and Namjoon quickly crawled over to Yoongi, shaking the dom's arm worriedly.

"Yoongi! Are you okay- what happened?"

He rolled Yoongi onto his back, and gasped silently when he saw the tears running down his cheeks.

"Yoongi, baby what's wrong?" Namjoon wiped the tears away, pulling the dom onto his lap.

Yoongi had always been tiny, but now he seemed even smaller. Curled in on himself, shaking and crying, fitting in Namjoon's arms like he was a baby.

Namjoon knew that Yoongi had dropped, and he was so glad he had that talk about what to do in case that happens with the dom.

"Too late, I already looked it up." Namjoon declared, pushing Yoongi aside so he could pull his phone out, scrolling through the notes he had taken. "A dom drop can happen from two different ways: the first is when cognitive dissonance arises from the nature of a loving, nurturing daddy dom conflicting with scenes in which doms make their subs cry, beg, or scream, or they humiliate or scare them intensely."

Yoongi pushed his hair back with one hand, sighing. "Yes, that's true. Namjoon-"

"The other can be from an adrenaline crash, where the dom suddenly experiences low blood pressure, fatigue, body aches and lightheadedness." Namjoon read.

He looked up at Yoongi. "You need to have a stock on sugar, so if this happens I can be prepared to take care of you."

"Baby, you need water and sugar. Your blood pressure is too low." Namjoon picked him up easily, walking to the door.

Yoongi shook his head softly. "N-no."

"Yes." Namjoon huffed as he opened the door, marching to the living room. He set the tiny dom on the couch, covering him with as many blankets as he could grab.

Yoongi fussed, shoving the blankets away, trying to get off the couch. "No!"

"Why are you acting like this?" Namjoon pushed him back onto the cushions. "You need to be taken care of right now."

"No, no, no!" Yoongi fought him, shaking his head. "Leave!"

Namjoon stepped back, feeling like he had just been shot in the heart.

Leave...?

Yoongi stumbled off the couch, trying to make it to the stairs but the fatigue was stronger and he fell, curling into a ball with a cry.

Namjoon narrowed his eyes, setting his mouth in a thin, determined line.

Yoongi needed him right now, so Namjoon was going to take care of him.

Even if it hurt the both of them, damnit.

He marched over and scooped Yoongi up, dropping him back on the couch.

"Stay." He growled, pointing at him. "You have hypotension and if you keep trying to do things you'll just make it worse or prolong it. Symptoms are dizziness, light headedness, fatigue and blurred vision, so don't try to do anything. I'm getting you snacks and water and you're gunna fucking take it. Whether I have to force it down your throat or shove it up your ass, either way it's getting inside you."

He hurried up the steps to pull on some clothes quick, knowing he needed to help himself out too or they would both be useless.

His body was used to getting clean, lots of praise and affection and a long nap after a session, but he couldn't have any of that just yet, not when Yoongi was like this.

Coming back down the stairs, he was surprised to see Yoongi hadn't moved, and it worried him that maybe Yoongi only listened to him because he couldn't move.

Hurrying to the kitchen, he got himself a glass of water, drinking it as he opened the pantry door to pull out the sweet snacks Yoongi had bought previously.

He grabbed out two, not caring about the flavor as he shoved one into his mouth. The other he dropped into a blender, along with some water, a few pieces of chopped up fruits, and some salt.

It turned a pink color when it was all blended together, and smelled like sugar. He dumped it into a glass and grabbed a straw, figuring it would be easier for Yoongi to take it this way instead of chewing it.

"Don't make this difficult," he warned as he returned to the living room. He sat on the couch and Yoongi whined, fighting him as Namjoon tried to pull him onto his lap.

"No!" Yoongi shook his head so Namjoon couldn't put the straw in his mouth. "Don't!"

"You need it." Namjoon glared. "Stop being such a stupid dom and let the sub help you!"

"No!" Yoongi almost succeeded in slapping the drink out of Namjoon's hand. "Leave me!"

"I'm not going to leave you." Namjoon growled, pinning Yoongi to the couch, hovering over him. "Why are you so against someone taking care of you?"

"Don't deserve it!" Yoongi's fists hit the boys chest and arms but Namjoon didn't feel them, staring in shock.

Don't deserve it? Did Yoongi really think he deserved to suffer alone for what he did? Just because he went hard?

"Yoongi..."

Namjoon set the drink aside, grabbing Yoongi to pull him against his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around him as he laid down.

"Of course you deserve to feel better, how could you even say that?" Namjoon kissed the doms sweaty hair, hugging him tightly. "Are you feeling guilty? Because I'm just fine, see?"

Yoongi shook his head, too tired to struggle against him anymore. "Hurt my baby..."

"Baby is fine." Namjoon assured him, kissing Yoongi's cheek. "I deserved it, I went on your computer and watched those videos when I shouldn't have. You were being a good dom to punish me like that."

Yoongi refused to believe him, feeling sick when all he could think about was what he had done to his precious baby. Cute baby Namjoon, who Yoongi had vowed he would never hurt, and Yoongi had made him bleed, scared him with the knife, choked him, slapped his ass red, overwhelmed him and then left him bound and chained.

"Yoongi," Namjoon's voice turned stern. "You have to stop beating yourself up. I did something bad and you had to punish me for it. I had been a brat for weeks now, I knew I had it coming eventually. You were being a good dom, and I'm just fine now, okay? Can you please look at me, baby?"

Yoongi didn't think he could bear to see him, but he forced his eyes open anyways, vision blurry with tears.

Namjoon wiped them away gently, kissing the doms nose, the same way Yoongi always did to him.

"I'm okay, Yoongi. I mean, yeah my ass and back hurt, but it's already fading. And you need to know that I enjoyed it, okay? I pushed you on purpose because I wanted you to go hard, I wanted you to punish me. That orgasm I had was one of the most powerful one's I've ever had."

"Heard your watch spike." Yoongi murmured. "I scared you."

"It was a good kind of scare." Namjoon hugged him tighter. "Please baby, will you take one sip?"

Yoongi shook his head. "I should be taking care of you right now, not the other way around."

"You're only human, Yoongi. Doms need care too. You're always taking care of me, let me take care of you just this once." Namjoon pleaded, picking up the glass. "Please, one sip? For baby?"

Yoongi wanted to deny it, wanted to feel weak and sick and guilty for all of eternity as punishment, but at Namjoon's voice crack, he sighed and gave in, wrapping his lips around the straw to take a tiny sip.

But when he tasted it, he couldn't help but drink more, his dizziness clearing up the more he drank.

Namjoon smiled when the glass was empty. "Thank you, baby."

Yoongi sighed, clutching Namjoon tightly as the boy pulled a blanket over them.

He felt himself warming up, the guilty thoughts melting away as he closed his eyes, listening to Namjoon's heartbeat.

Namjoon's voice was assuring him that he was okay, and Yoongi listened to that as he drifted into sleep.

-

When he woke up, he was back in his bedroom, the blankets tucked in around him, and it looked to be evening out.

He struggled to sit up, his head hurting a little, but that was all.

"Namjoon?" Yoongi called, throwing the covers off as he hastily scrambled out of bed. "Namjoon!"

The door opened and Namjoon came in, looking worried.

"I'm here baby, what's wrong? Are you alri-"

Yoongi threw himself at the boy, hugging him tightly as he pressed kisses everywhere on Namjoon's face.

Namjoon made a happy sound, relieved Yoongi was back.

Yoongi grabbed Namjoon's hand, bringing him to the bed as he didn't stop his barrage of kisses. He pushed the boy onto the bed, climbing on top of him so he could touch more of him.

"Baby- I'm so -sorry," he got out between kisses. "Care for you- so much- shouldn't have- done that- my beautiful baby."

Namjoon chuckled, toes curling at all the praise and affection. "I know you care, loser pervert. I'm fine, okay? You don't have to apologize."

"I should have been there for you, taken care of you after all of that." Yoongi sighed, head hanging. "You shouldn't of had to be alone after what you just went through."

"I could handle it." Namjoon smirked, poking the dom. "See? I told you we needed to be prepared. I was right, you're lucky you listened to me."

Yoongi smiled, brushing the boys hair back gently. "My beautiful, smart baby."

He remembered what he did and quickly scrambled off the boy, pulling Namjoon's shirt up. "Flip over."

Namjoon sighed. "It's fine, Yoongi, I'm okay."

"Flip." Yoongi demanded, needing to see.

The boy reluctantly rolled onto his front, so Yoongi could see the scratches down his back.

Yoongi bit his lip, seeing the red lines. It had been too deep in some places, he could tell by the small drops of dried blood.

He hadn't been there to properly take care of his sub, Namjoon had to help himself, and since the cuts were on his back, he wouldn't be able to reach and probably left it all untreated, since he hadn't had time to take a shower when Yoongi had dropped.

"It's just some scratches, don't beat yourself up." Namjoon said, a little muffled against the pillow. "I used to have cats, this is something I'm used to."

Still, Yoongi knew he had to make this right for his baby.

"Clothes off, baby. Dom is going to take care of you now."

Namjoon listened, knowing Yoongi needed this more than he did.

Yoongi went to the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit, a bottle of lotion and a hairbrush. He climbed back onto the bed, sitting between Namjoon's spread legs.

He sighed at the bruises and red marks on the boys ass.

"Baby, I'm so-"

"Don't apologize." Namjoon grunted. "Not your fault."

"Baby-"

"Shoosh."

Yoongi smiled softly, opening the bottle of lotion.

He squeezed a few drops onto his palm, rubbing his hands together to smear it around before he softly placed them against the boys ass.

Namjoon hissed at the contact, especially when Yoongi started rubbing the lotion into his red skin, but then it started to burn less and less, and he relaxed again.

As he worked, Yoongi couldn't help but think.

Sure, he knew all about dom and sub drops, and he was always prepared for his clients in case they needed help, but he never thought that he would ever drop. And he never had before, that was why he dismissed it when Namjoon was talking about being prepared for Yoongi.

He had gone hard on clients hundreds of times in the past, even harder than what he had done with Namjoon, and had been just fine.

So why was this time any different?

He had made his clients cry, scream, bleed and pass out without batting an eye, and yet just scratching his baby had made him feel horrible guilt.

Why was Namjoon different?

"Hey, pervert," Namjoon called. "Enough already, you're going to rub my ass off."

Yoongi smiled as he snapped out of his thoughts, removing his hands. "Sorry baby."

He settled beside the boys back, opening the first aid kit. He pulled out a single use cloth bandage, wetting it with cleansing alcohol.

He rubbed it over the boys back, clearing away the sweat and dried blood.

Namjoon winced as some of the cuts stung, but he bit his lip, not wanting Yoongi to feel more guilt.

Besides, he kinda really liked having Yoongi's name on him, as well as the bite on his neck.

Yoongi bandaged the cuts, covering his name up. "Do you feel okay, sweetheart?"

Namjoon yawned and nodded, and Yoongi helped him back into his clothes.

He crawled to the front of the bed, leaning against the headboard with Namjoon's head in his lap so he could brush the boys hair.

Namjoon wrapped his arms around Yoongi's waist as the dom brushed his hair back, falling asleep at the soothing ministrations.

"You shouldn't feel bad..." he murmured, eyes closing.

"I do."

"Don't." Namjoon whined with a yawn. "'s fine. 'm fine. We're all fine."

Yoongi bit his lip.

Silence passed, and Yoongi thought the boy was asleep, so when he sleepily spoke up, it startled him.

"Yoon..."

"Yes, my baby?"

"I read...sometimes doms feel guilty...because they enjoyed hurting or scaring their subs." Namjoon murmured, snuggling closer. "Was that why...you said you felt guilty? Did you enjoy it? Enjoy doing all that to me?"

Luckily, he fell asleep so Yoongi didn't have to answer.

Yes.

I'm so sorry, baby.