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Yoongi sighed deeply, sinking onto his couch after Namjoon had stormed out. He rubbed his hands over his face, exhausted.

He needed Seokjin.

He pulled out his phone and called the pretty switch.

"Yoongichi!" Seokjin answered almost instantly.

"Hey Jinnie," Yoongi sat up. "Can I come over?"

"Is that allowed?" Seokjin frowned. "I don't want to be the reason you lose."

"I can still do normal people things." Yoongi smiled. "I just can't do anything sexual with you yet."

"That's fine, just seeing your face is enough to make me come." Seokjin moaned playfully and Yoongi felt a little better already.

-

"Jimin just stepped out with a friend," Seokjin said, leading Yoongi to the kitchen. "Want some coffee?"

Yoongi nodded and leaned against the counter as he watched Seokjin start the machine.

"So, how's it all going?" Seokjin asked. "The bet and stuff."

Yoongi sighed. "Complicated."

Seokjin faced him pleadingly. "Then call it off! Please!"

"You sound like you don't think I'll win." Yoongi smirked.

"I don't want that life for you, it's not even worth the risk." Seokjin crossed his arms with a glare. "That kid has no idea what he's doing."

Yoongi took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "He's not a kid. He's..."

Yoongi didn't know how to describe Namjoon. So mature, yet so stupid still. So responsible, yet so childish. Handsome, yet adorable. Strong, yet a baby.

Seokjin snapped his fingers in front of the doms face, snapping him out of it.

"Something happened," Yoongi admitted. "And I told him we're going to dissolve the contract on Monday."

Seokjin almost collapsed with relief. "Oh thank God, you came to your senses."

"Who are you talking about?" Taehyung asked, coming into the kitchen.

"Shit if I know." Seokjin shrugged, turning his attention back to the coffee maker.

"Hey, Tae." Yoongi smiled at the boy. "How's school going?"

Taehyung scowled, opening the fridge and taking out a piece of cake.

"Tete is angwy." Seokjin teased his brother.

"Shut up." Taehyung muttered.

"Maybe you should study more instead of eating cake." Seokjin said as the boy stuffed it into his mouth. "Then maybe you'll finally beat Kim Na-"

"Yo!" Jimin called, entering the kitchen. "Taejin duo! What the haps is fuckening bro's? Oh, hey Yoon."

Yoongi froze, seeing Namjoon step out from behind Jimin.

Namjoon froze too, taking in the room.

Taehyung glared, and Jimin picked up on the sudden awkwardness in the room.

"Whoa, what's with the tension all of a sudden? Haha."

-

What was Yoongi doing here? What was Taehyung doing here? Who was the other boy? Why was Jimin so calm through all this?

"Ah, excuse us." Yoongi pushed himself off the counter and hurried over, grabbing Namjoon's wrist and yanking him down the hallway.

He threw the boy into the bathroom and stepped inside as well, locking the door behind him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Namjoon hissed. "Why are you friends with Kim fucking Taehyung?"

"He's Seokjin's younger brother, I just know him because Jin's my best friend." Yoongi said. "How did you not know that when you started hanging out with Jimin?"

"He never told me! Why-"

"Keep your voice down!" Yoongi hissed, backing the boy against the sink. "Seokjin can't know you're the boy I'm in the bet with!"

"Oh, so now the bet is still on?" Namjoon crossed his arms.

"Until Monday, when the court is open." Yoongi glared.

"I'm not ending the bet." Namjoon shook his head. "You can't make me."

"Namjoon-" Yoongi huffed, rubbing his temples.

"You think I'm weak, don't you?" Namjoon snapped. "And that's why you won't continue it. You think I won't be able to handle your sessions! Well I did just fine so far! You can't-"

"Namjoon!" Yoongi growled, slamming the younger boy against the wall, pinning him there with a vice grip. His cat like eyes were narrowed with frustration, and something else. "It's not about that at all! I never said you were weak, never thought that for a second. I'm ending the bet because you're trying to use this as a coping mechanism and it's not healthy! You need real help, not some random dom to put you through shit. You think if you win this bet it'll erase what happened, make you the strongest man alive, and that's not true. You almost had a panic attack in the red room and all I had done was barely put a finger in! You're not ready for sex, and that's final. Come back when you are, okay? I told you we can still be friends and hang out, I'm not trying to push you out of my life just because of what happened to you."

He sighed, and Namjoon said nothing as the dom hung his head, his grip loosening on the students arms.

"I just want you to be okay. That's more important than anything. And keeping this stupid contract up...isn't good for you. For either of us."

He looked up at the expressionless student. "How can you expect me to even touch you without your heart and mind being fully into it after what happened...how could you possibly view me as anything different from that person who..."

His eyes were watery and Namjoon was surprised, never having seen Yoongi emotional before.

"If you care for me, even just 1%...don't make me do this."

Namjoon was silent as Yoongi stepped back.

The dom tossed his head back, fixing his appearance in the mirror, until he looked like the composed asshole that Namjoon had come to hate.

"Courthouse. 3PM, Monday." Yoongi ordered. "Be there, sub. We're ending this whether you want to or not."

-

Namjoon waited a few more moments alone in the bathroom after Yoongi had left, getting his thoughts together.

Yoongi was wrong.

And Namjoon wasn't about to let him go.

He opened the door, and stopped short in surprise when someone was standing right in the doorway.

Taehyung had his arms crossed, smirking.