Warning: slight somnophilia but it's cute and fluffy, also mentions of past sexual abuse

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Namjoon yawned, rubbing his eyes as he woke up.

He stretched, sitting up in the comfy bed.

For a split second, he was confused to see he wasn't in his bedroom, but then he remembered coming over to Yoongi's last night.

To spend the whole weekend with the dom.

He sighed, flopping against the pillows.

He curled up and pulled the blankets back over him, cold without them.

He didn't want to get up. Didn't want to have Yoongi humiliate him even more.

He remembered his date with Jimin and reached for his phone, texting the model.

Namjoon: hey, what time did u want to meet today?

Before Jimin could reply, there was a knock at his door.

Namjoon, not wanting to wake up fully just yet, ignored him. He clutched his phone and settled back against the comfy bed, closing his eyes to sleep a little longer.

The door opened and Yoongi stepped inside. "Sub, come on. I have breakfast ready."

Namjoon stayed still and heard the dom approach, felt his presence right beside him.

He almost flinched when fingers gently brushed through his hair, not expecting that.

Yoongi looked down at the high school boy, softly petting him. He knew Namjoon was dealing with a lot of stress, that was evident enough from day one, when he had stabbed the acupuncture needle and it nearly broke in half from the tension in the students neck. Pressure from his parents, pressure in school, no doubt from his peers as well. Pressure to impress Jimin and have their relationship go smoothly. Pressure to win this bet. Be smart. Be cool. Be handsome. Be the best. Always. 100% of the time. No breaks. No excuses.

Yoongi sighed in genuine concern for the boy. "Oh, Namjoon..."

He knew Namjoon would never believe him if Yoongi said he just wanted to help him, but it was true.

Once Namjoon lost this bet, all the stress in his life would go away. Yoongi would keep him happy, too fucked out to have any problems. Spoil him with pretty clothes and new toys. Top of the line quality only for his baby. He wouldn't even be too harsh when it came to punishments.

For some reason, he had a soft spot for the fiesty boy with dimples.

"Come on baby," he murmured, shaking Namjoon's shoulder lightly. "Wake up. Dom made you breakfast."

The boys phone, which was for some reason in the boys hand, lit up with a new text, and it caught Yoongi's attention.

He grabbed for it, and suddenly Namjoon was wide awake, holding the device out of Yoongi's reach.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the lucidity in the boys eyes, knowing Namjoon had to have been awake for a while to be this coherent already.

"If you didn't want me to know your candy crush score, you could have just said so." Yoongi said and Namjoon rolled his eyes, paying attention to his screen as he typed a reply.

"Come on." Yoongi ordered. "Breakfast is ready."

"Not hungry, pervert." Namjoon muttered, focused on texting.

"If you don't eat now, I won't let you eat later." Yoongi said, pulling the covers off the boy, revealing his toned body in the white bra and panties.

"Yeah you will," Namjoon scoffed. "You'll come down my throat and act like you just gave me a four course meal."

To his surprise, Yoongi laughed and Namjoons cheeks flushed.

He hadn't been trying to make the dom happy.

"Come on, dork." Yoongi opened the door and headed to the kitchen, where he had set out an assortment of food and drinks.

Namjoon came down a minute later, fluffy bed hair a mess.

"We'll start once you finish eating." Yoongi said, sipping his coffee.

Namjoon yawned again, sinking into a chair. He was cold in just the underwear, so he grabbed the coffee pot and just hugged it, feeling the warmth seep into his cinnamon skin.

"What are you doing?" Yoongi asked.

"Cold," Namjoon scowled, not looking at him, huddling against the small pot.

Yoongi rubbed his hand over his forehead with a long sigh, wondering how such a tall, strong genius could be such a tiny, cute idiot.

He went to the living room and grabbed a blanket off the couch. He draped it over the students shoulders as he came back into the kitchen.

Surprised, Namjoon's hand shot up to it, feeling the warm fleece. "What-"

"There. Now stop holding my coffee hostage." Yoongi held his hand out for the pot, and Namjoon handed it over, suspicion in his eyes.

Yoongi turned his back, pouring a little coffee into his already full mug.

Namjoon grabbed his blanket and adjusted it around himself, eyeing the food. "If this is drugged-"

Yoongi sighed, slamming the coffee and mug down.

He turned around, grabbing an apple off the table as Namjoon watched.

He glared, taking a bite of the fruit to show it was normal, and shoved the apple into Namjoon's shocked mouth.

"Mmf!"

"Eat." Yoongi ordered, ending the subject.

Namjoon spat out the apple into his hand with a glare. "Bastard."

"Sub."

"Pervert!"

"Mine."

Namjoon choked, dropping the apple to the floor.

Yoongi picked it up, tossing it into the trash. "Eat fast, sub. You have your date today, so we gotta work around it."

Namjoon made a face at him, but then turned his attention to the food. He reluctantly poured himself some cereal, checking his phone as he ate.

Yoongi watched him, twirling a black marker around his fingers.

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Namjoon stood up once he was full, pulling the blanket tighter around him as he searched for the dom.

"Hey, asshole!" He called, wandering down the hall.

He nearly had a heart attack when Yoongi suddenly appeared around the corner.

"Good timing, I got everything ready." Yoongi grabbed the surprised students wrist, leading him down the hall and Namjoon struggled when he saw the room Yoongi was heading towards. "W-wait, sir, hold on- please!"

The red room.

He knew he was going to get punished, and he knew it was likely to happen this weekend, when Yoongi had so much more time to spend on him, but that still didn't make him ready for it to happen.

Yoongi's grip tightened. "Come on, sub. You chose this, remember? I was going to drop it, but you wanted it."

Namjoon bit his lip as Yoongi unlocked the door, yanking him inside.

The room was appropriately named; the light bulbs were red, giving the room a soft crimson glow.

All around, were toys and machines and beds that Namjoon had never seen before, and wasn't eager to try out.

Yoongi looked the sub over, judging his reaction to the room. He locked the door behind the boy, and pushed him towards the leather breeding bench.

"Strip, and get on." He ordered, and Namjoon's heart pounded.

He didn't want the watch to go off, alerting Yoongi to his fear, so he quickly obeyed. He stepped out of the bra and panties and climbed onto the surprisingly soft contraption.

Yoongi stood over him, looking down at him with a dark look in his narrowed eyes.

Namjoon blinked up at him, trying to calm himself down. He still preferred this option over the other one Yoongi had offered him.

Yoongi decided he liked the way Namjoon looked with the red light washing over him.

He grabbed the students hair, yanking his head down so the boys torso was laying down flat against the bench. He used the black straps to lock the student into place, a set around his ankles, thighs and back.

Namjoon felt totally on display for the dom, and he bit down on his bottom lip, worrying it. It seemed obvious Yoongi was going to fuck him, what with the position he was in. Or maybe shove a toy in him. Namjoon didn't like not knowing.

Yoongi walked in front of him, rope hanging down from between his fingers.

"Hands." The dom ordered, and Namjoon put his wrists together, holding his arms out for the dom.

Yoongi tied the boys hands together, a little bit above his watch, expertly tightening the knot so Namjoon couldn't get free.

"You remember your safeword, baby?" Yoongi asked, his voice so deep.

Namjoon nodded. "Yes, sir."

Yoongi flashed him a grin, and Namjoon's heart skipped a few beats.

"Keep it handy, sub."

And in this position, naked and strapped down, fully on display for the dom, Namjoon really did feel like a sub.

Not that he would ever admit it, of course.

Yoongi walked out of Namjoon's line of sight, and he tried twisting in his binds to look for him.

Yoongi opened a drawer, humming to himself as he pulled out what he wanted.

He walked back to the tied up student, admiring how good Namjoon looked like that.

Finally he got behind the sub and smirked when he saw Namjoon tense up.

Oh how he loved scaring the annoying alpha boy.

He flicked the cap of the lube bottle open, laughing when Namjoon jumped at the sound.

"Relax, baby." He said, squirting some onto his finger. "It's only lube. Trust me, you'll want this."

He crouched down, eyeing the students hole in the red lighting.

Namjoon had never answered Yoongi's questions, so Yoongi had no idea if Namjoon was a virgin back here or not, so he was going to go slow stretching the student open.

Even though this was a punishment, Yoongi wasn't going to hurt him. He didn't want to, and their contract said he couldn't.

So he gently tapped the pad of his lube slicked finger against the boys hole, and Namjoon choked on a gasp, trying to get away from him. The straps held him down fast- he wasn't going anywhere.

"Calm down, baby." Yoongi murmured, rubbing his non dirty hand over the boys asscheek. "Not gunna hurt you."

Namjoon hung his head over the end of the bench, biting the rope around his wrists to keep his shaky breaths hidden from the dom. He squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the doms touch.

Yoongi waited a few moments, before circling his finger around the boys rim a few times.

Namjoon tensed again, and Yoongi waited until he had eased up before he slowly pushed his fingertip inside.

"A- ah!" Namjoon cried.

Yoongi frowned at the reaction. He assumed Namjoon must be a virgin then at this, but still, the reaction didn't fit the action.

"It's okay, baby," Yoongi murmured to him, gently working his finger in deeper. "Dom is gunna make you feel-"

He froze, feeling it.

No...

Namjoon's breath hitched, like he was trying to hold back a sob.

No...no!

Heart pounding, Yoongi pushed in a little deeper, feeling the boys walls, wishing and hoping and praying he wasn't feeling what he knew he was feeling.

Swearing, Yoongi drew his finger back, maybe a little too fast because Namjoon yelped.

Yoongi stormed over to the counter again, snatching up the remote that laid there. He didn't care he was smearing dirty lube on it, he just pointed the remote at the lights, pressing a button to turn the red lights back to white.

Namjoon winced at the sudden change, blinking rapidly.

Yoongi threw the remote to the floor, crouching down behind Namjoon again.

Now that he could see better, he grabbed the boys cheeks in each hand, spreading them to get a better look.

Namjoon gasped out when Yoongi spread him farther than what was comfortable, but Yoongi didn't hear him.

He swore lowly again, hanging his head.

His suspicions were confirmed.

It was true.

He released the boy and stood up.

Namjoon was crying at this point, unable to hold it back anymore.

Yoongi knew.

Yoongi knew.

"FUCK!" Yoongi suddenly shouted, startling Namjoon.

The boy blocked his face with his bound hands, trying to hide from the angry dom as he cried harder.

Everything had gone wrong- everything was out of hand-

Yoongi was in front of him in a flash, his expression one Namjoon had never seen before. Never thought the tiny dom was capable of feeling.

"What did I fucking tell you?!" Yoongi shouted and Namjoon flinched at the volume and tone.

Yoongi was beyond furious. Beyond pissed off.

Namjoon opened his mouth, but only a whimper escaped. A tear raced down his cheek, quickly followed by another.

"Damnit Namjoon!" Yoongi kicked one of the beds in the room, so hard that it rattled.

"I- I'm s-sorry..." Namjoon's voice cracked, barely a whisper.

Yoongi rounded in him, fury burning in his dark eyes. "What did I fucking tell you? Huh? Back in the changing room? What did I fucking tell you, Namjoon?!"

Namjoon cried, unable to hold it back anymore. He didn't want Yoongi angry with him.

"I'm s-sorry! I c-couldn't! I couldn't! P-please, Yoongi...I-" he pressed his hands over his face, hanging his head, unable to look at the angry dom as he sobbed.

Yoongi grabbed one of the sex toys off the bed, angrily whipping it across the room.

It hit the far wall and shattered, not that Yoongi cared.

Namjoon cried harder at the sound of the plastic toy breaking.

Everything had gone so wrong-

Yoongi muttered more angry curses, pacing the room, his fists in his hair.

Finally, he sighed deeply, tilting his head back as he stopped pacing.

Namjoon was crying.

Namjoon.

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head as he walked over to the student.

He crouched down in front of the boy, gently placing his hands over the boys tied up ones. "Hey, Namjoon..."

Namjoon jumped at the sudden contact, lowering his hands to reveal his watery eyes and tear stained cheeks. He hiccupped and Yoongi sighed again, reaching out to brush away the boys tears.

"Come on," the dom muttered, untying the boys hands.

Namjoon sniffed, watching the older boy work.

Yoongi stood up after untying the rope, walking over to undo the straps pinning him down.

Namjoon stayed still even after he was free, not sure what to do.

"Stay here." Yoongi ordered him sternly, and then he was gone.

Once the door clicked shut, Namjoon exhaled a shaky cry, scrubbing his eyes.

Yoongi knew, Yoongi knew, Yoongi knew.

He had been told to stay put, but Namjoon didn't want to be on the bench anymore, so he gingerly climbed off.

He padded over to the bed and curled up in a little ball underneath the covers to hide.

A few minutes later, Yoongi came back in and saw Namjoon had moved.

The blankets on the bed moved and Yoongi sighed, walking over.

He sat down beside the boy, pulling the covers back slightly to reveal the student.

Namjoon blinked up at him, his eyes red from crying.

Yoongi held up the pile of clothes he had grabbed. "Come on, sweetheart."

Namjoon sat up and Yoongi stood, laying out the clothes for him.

It was Yoongi's shirt and sweatpants, a larger size so Namjoon could fit in them, and a pair of his boxers that the dom must have grabbed from the box for him.

Namjoon didn't question why Yoongi was letting him wear boxers again, just pulled them on.

It felt good to actually be covered and Namjoon sighed softly as he pulled on the shirt and sweats.

He hugged himself when he was fully clothed, looking at the ground to avoid making eye contact with the dom.

"Come on baby," Yoongi's voice was soft, and he gently led Namjoon out of the room.

Namjoon followed him back to the living room, sitting down on the couch when Yoongi gently pushed him onto it.

The dom layered blanket after blanket over the student, as if trying to drown him in soft fleece.

Namjoon didn't know why Yoongi was doing this, but it was comforting to have the blankets weight on him, fully covering him up in a soft, warm embrace.

Yoongi flicked on the fireplace, warming up the room. He turned on the TV to a music channel, and soft piano filled the house.

Yoongi went to the kitchen, making chamomile tea for the sub.

He muttered to himself as he worked, still frustrated at the things that were out of his control.

He carried the hot cup back to the living room, handing it to the bundled up student.

Namjoon took it hesitantly. He sniffed the steam rising from it, recognizing it as tea.

"It's not drugged, just drink it." Yoongi said, sinking into his chair.

Namjoon flinched, but blew on the tea and took a small sip. Then another.

Yoongi watched him, tilting his head as he rubbed his fingertips over his forehead. He closed his eyes, trying to think.

"I...I'm sorry..." Came a soft whisper.

Yoongi opened his eyes to see the student looking downcast, shaking despite the fire, blankets and hot tea.

Yoongi sighed, getting up.

"Mind if I sit?" He asked, motioning to the cushion beside the boy.

Namjoon shook his head, and Yoongi took a seat, stealing one of Namjoon's blankets to put over the both of them, draping it over their heads to block out the rest of the world. It was just them two in this little blanket fort. A secure, warm little safe place.

"You remember what I told you, right?" Yoongi asked, pressing their foreheads together.

Namjoon nodded, eyes closed to stop anymore tears from spilling over.

"I asked if anyone had hurt you. And you said no. And I said you have to tell me these things so that I don't hurt you." Yoongi said.

Namjoon swallowed hard and nodded again.

Yoongi raised a hand to press against the back of Namjoon's head, rubbing his fingers over the boys hair comfortingly. "Do you believe that I don't want to hurt you, Namjoon?"

Namjoon did, for reasons he couldn't fully explain.

The contract said Yoongi couldn't hurt him, but that was in a 'don't use a knife on me during sex' kind of hurt. He knew Yoongi meant he didn't want to hurt Namjoon in a different kind of way, like emotionally or physically.

"You lied to me." Yoongi released him, sitting back to glare sternly at the boy.

Namjoon shrank in on himself, raising his cup to hide behind it.

"But I also understand why you did." Yoongi sighed, and Namjoon peeked at him in surprise.

"You...do?" He asked.

"Someone hurt you." Yoongi stared off at the fire, expression lost in his thoughts. "Nobody wants to admit that to other people. It's a private, sensitive secret, and I'm an asshole you hate. Why would you trust me to tell me something like that?"

He smiled at the boy. "You stubborn idiot, Kim Namjoon. I told you how many times that I'm here for you? That I care for you?" He shook his head. "Dumbass."

Namjoon lowered his cup. "But...you were so mad back there..."

"Not at you. I was upset you lied to me, because if I had known, I wouldn't have ever brought you down there. You were so terrified, and yet you still didn't say anything. I should have put the pieces together sooner." He mumbled to himself and Namjoon felt bad.

"It's not your fault." He said softly. He offered out his tea to the dom.

Yoongi smiled, reaching out to ruffle the boys hair. "You drink it, baby. You need to relax and calm down. I'm just fine. But thank you."

Namjoon nodded, settling against the dom as he sipped his tea, watching the warm fire roar.

Yoongi was lost in thought as Namjoon rested his head on the doms shoulder.

He had felt the scars on the boys walls. Namjoon had been hurt by someone. Had mental, emotional and physical damage from it. By the looks of it, no one knew. Not his parents, not his friends, not Jimin. Just Yoongi. Namjoon was going through all this stress, and dealing with what happened on his own. Yoongi didn't know what exactly had happened, when or who had caused it, and he hated that. But it was Namjoon's business to tell, and if he didn't want to say anything about it then he didn't have to. Yoongi couldn't and wouldn't force him.

This was probably why Namjoon had been so forward in challenging Yoongi to this bet; he viewed Yoongi as another person like whoever had hurt him. A sexual asshole, someone who always got what they wanted, and Namjoon had wanted to win this time. To beat someone like him and be the one on top for once. That was why he was so stressed all the time, he had to be the biggest, strongest, smartest person in the room at all times, so no one could ever have control over him ever again.

Yoongi sighed deeply, looking down at the high school student.

Namjoon had fallen asleep on his shoulder, his mouth slightly parted as small breaths escaped him. His hands grabbing Yoongi's arm.

Yoongi reached his other arm over, cupping the boys soft cheek with his hand. "Oh, Namjoon..."

He pressed a kiss to the boys hair, and then one to his forehead, to his nose.

His lips hovered over Namjoon's, rubbing their noses together. "Dumb sub..."

Namjoon stirred, as if waking up just to argue that, but then he yawned and was still again.

Yoongi smiled, endeared by the students cuteness.

He respected the boy; Namjoon had been dealing with a lot since day one, and had never cracked in the slightest. Yoongi admired the young boys strength. He had met older people who didn't have even half of this students perseverance.

"You owe me this, for lying to me." Yoongi whispered, before pressing their lips together.

He stayed there for a moment, closing his eyes and sinking into the feeling of Kim Namjoon, letting the students scent, taste and touch wash over him.

He pulled back and Namjoon stirred slightly, pouting his lips as if he wanted Yoongi to come back, so the dom did.

He kissed the student again, a little longer this time.

It was his goodbye kiss after all, had to make it count.

He sighed as he leaned against the couch, watching the fire flicker behind the glass.

"Oh, Namjoon..."