When Namjoon woke up, he was so relaxed and warm that he went right back to sleep. The couch was too comfortable for its own good, and Namjoon stretched his long body out on it, buried under so many blankets.

It was later in the day that he woke up for real, suddenly remembering everything.

His date with Jimin was today- what time was it? Was he late?

And then-

Oh fuck.

He sat up abruptly, searching the living room with a pounding heart.

Yoongi wasn't in the room anymore. Namjoon glanced around, seeing the fire still burning, and the TV still playing relaxing piano music in the background.

He sat up, looking down at himself and remembering he was wearing Yoongi's clothes.

Because Yoongi had found out Namjoons secret.

"Yoongi?" Namjoon called out, peering into the kitchen. It was empty of any little doms and Namjoon frowned, wondering where he could be.

He went back to the living room, and smiled when he saw Yoongi coming down the stairs, dragging something behind him.

"Yoongi!"

Yoongi glanced at him. "Ah, look who's finally awake."

Namjoon suddenly didn't know what to say, and he fiddled with his hands, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Yoongi, of course, noticed the boys tension and set the heavy thing down. He guided Namjoon back to the couch, sitting him down.

"Is there anything you want to talk about?" The dom murmured, playing with Namjoons hair.

Namjoon shrugged, relaxing at the soothing tugs.

"Do you want to tell me about what happened? Or talk about us?" Yoongi hummed.

Namjoon hesitated. Yes and no. He didn't know.

Yoongi took the boys silence as a no and didn't push him. "Alright, we won't. At least not today."

Namjoon sighed happily at that. Yoongi always knew the right thing to say. Was it a dom thing or just a Yoongi thing? Namjoon couldn't tell.

"You better get going." Yoongi said, checking the time. "It's already three in the afternoon. You don't wanna blow off Jimin."

Namjoon nodded, getting up.

And as he did, he noticed the suitcase Yoongi had brought down.

He frowned, turning back to face Yoongi. "Are you going somewhere?"

Yoongi sighed deeply, slowly getting up. "No, baby. You are."

Namjoon was confused. "Me? What? No I'm not."

"Yes." Yoongi was stern as he walked over. "Namjoon...what happened between us..." He shook his head.

"What about it?" Namjoon asked defensively, crossing his arms. "This doesn't change anything."

"Yes it does," Yoongi snapped, startling the student.

"What...do you mean?" Namjoon blinked. "What are you saying?"

Yoongi raised his hand to the students arm, sliding his palm up the boys muscles. "Namjoon...I can't."

"Can't what?" Namjoon demanded.

Yoongi knew he had to be blunt to get through Namjoons defenses.

"I can't do this bet anymore. I'm calling it off."

Namjoon froze for a long moment. Several long moments.

He blinked a few times, replaying that sentence over and over, trying to make sure he had understood it correctly.

And then it hit him.

"What?!" Namjoon shouted. "What the fuck- no! You can't! We both signed a contract! We're in this for the whole month! And then win or lose, we're together for life! What the hell do you fucking mean you're calling this off- you can't!"

"I can and I am." Yoongi was firm. "I packed your boxers in there, you can keep the suitcase. Take your car and go home. Get ready for your date. Have fun with Jimin, and I'll still see you around. But on Monday we're going to the judge and dissolving this contract."

"Why?!" Namjoon's hands were fists, shaking at his sides. "No!"

"Yes." Yoongi hissed. "Don't you understand? How the hell can I continue this when you were fucking hurt! How can you expect me to fuck you when you still have the scars?! How can I just pretend I'm won't be just like that asshole bastard whenever I'm forcing you to do anything? You never should have started this with me, not with your past. All the times I've taken control from you, all the times I put you beneath me-" He shook his head, arms crossed. "No. I never would have signed up with this if I had known the truth from the start. You don't deserve to have to go through this, Namjoon. You deserve to go be happy with Jimin. I saw your texts, I can tell you two have fun together. You need to go home, forget me, forget this stupid bet, and live a normal life. If I had won this...I wouldn't want your life to revolve around sex after your experience. And if you had won, you wouldn't know what to do with your new power and would have abused it. I'm not the person who hurt you, and I don't want you to view me like that. I don't want to hurt you, Namjoon. So I'm letting you go."

Namjoon stared, speechless.

How could Yoongi...how could he do this?

"You fucking bastard." Namjoon seethed.

"Nam-"

"No! Fuck you! What power do you think you have to say all that? I'm fine! I know you're not the person who hurt me, I never viewed you as her! You don't know- you think you know so much but you don't!"

Yoongi knew the boy was going to be emotional over this, so he stayed silent to let him get it all out.

"I get it, okay? I don't want you to emotionally and mentally beat yourself up thinking you're a terrible person for domming someone with a bad sex history. You're not an asshole, despite me calling you that. And I appreciate you for feeling all that, I do. But thats not- don't call off the bet just because of that!" Namjoon argued. "I don't want to quit! I want to keep going! Win or lose, I'm not done with you, Min Yoongi!"

Yoongi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Namjoon, why are you doing this? You proved to me you're strong, okay? You don't need to keep this act up, I know you're tough, alright? We had fun, and we can stay friends and keep in touch, I'm not cutting you out of my life. I'm just...cutting you out of the sex part of it."

Tears raced down the students cheeks as he glared at the dom.

"Why?" He whispered fiercely through gritted teeth. "Because I'm dirty?"

Yoongi gasped loudly at that. "Namjoon! What the hell- of course not! No! Fucking- no! Not at all!"

Namjoon shook his head. "I made this bet for my own reasons, and you have no right to think you know better than me and call it off."

Yoongi sighed, walking over and hugging the student tightly. "This bet was made for all the wrong reasons, Namjoon. Let's cancel it together, and I promise I won't leave your side. We'll still be friends and hang out, I'll still call you and you can still come over. And hell, we can even work our way back up to doing sexual things later on. But only after you've talked to somebody about what happened and get help for it. You can't just carry all this weight alone, and you can't expect me to dom someone who was hurt like you were in the past. I have a conscious, and it won't let me touch you anymore like that."

Namjoon shoved him off, glaring coldly. "The bet is still on, Min Yoongi. It's not over until the end of the month, and if you want to win, you better get your shit together, because I'm going to be working twice as hard now to prove it to you that I'm fine, I don't need any help, and that I'm stronger than you. This is therapy for me! This is how I'm coping! And you have no right to just cut me off like that!"

"Namjoon, no! This isn't-"

The student snatched his car keys off the table, throwing open the front door and storming out to his car.

"Namjoon!" Yoongi shouted, racing out after him.

Namjoon started his car and backed away before Yoongi could stop him, flooring the vehicle down the road.

Yoongi sighed as he watched the car speed off.

"Fucking brat."

-

Namjoon angrily wiped his tears away as he stopped for a red light.

"Min fucking Yoongi...you fucking asshole."

How could the dom just push him away like that? Like he wasn't the only person in whole world who knew Namjoon's secret? Like he wasn't the only person Namjoon felt he could confide in?

Did he not want Namjoon to have sex ever? Because how the hell was the student supposed to move on and get comfortable doing sexual things when the only person he trusted just told him he didn't want to do sexual things with him anymore?

No.

Namjoon needed Yoongi, didn't Yoongi see that?

The dom acted like he knew everything, like he knew what was best for Namjoon, but if that was true then he should have welcomed Namjoon in further. Held him tight and never let him go.

But instead he had kicked him out. Literally packed his bags for him and told him to go date someone else.

Didn't the idiot know he was hurting Namjoon by doing that?

Namjoon shook his head, pressing down on the gas pedal as the light turned green.

Yoongi couldn't just shove him aside like that. He couldn't start seeing clients again, fucking them, domming them.

"I'm not dirty." Namjoon spat, pulling into his driveway. "I'm not. I deserve to be treated like any other person."

He slammed his door shut and ran up the stairs to the bathroom, ignoring his parents asking where he had been.

He turned on the shower and faced the mirror, yanking the shirt off.

Yoongi's shirt.

He stared at it in his hands. He could still taste the chamomile tea, and feel the warmth from all the blankets and the fire.

That was the first time he had felt safe and protected since the incident happened.

And Yoongi wanted to just push him away and never let him feel like that again?

No. Namjoon was terrified; he needed Yoongi.

He stripped off the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower, grabbing the soap and immediately scrubbing his skin all over, hard enough to make it turn red.

"I'm not dirty. I deserve Yoongi. I'm not weak. I'm not dirty. I'm going to win."