Fucking Pervert: are you still ready to do this, Namjoon?

Not A Sub: yeah

Fucking Pervert: I'll be with you the whole time baby, I promise. You'll have nothing to worry about, dom will help you, okay?

Not A Sub: okay

Namjoon's hands trembled with anxiety and nerves as he sat in class the next day.

It was today that Yoongi was going to take him to his first therapy session, and he felt sick.

He had wanted to call it off multiple times, but before he could tell Yoongi that, he always remembered how happy and proud Yoongi was of him for going, and he sighed and kept silent.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook whispered to him.

"Yeah, why are you shaking like there's a vibrator up your ass?" Hoseok looked down, as if to check.

"Shut up before I punch you." Namjoon snapped.

Class went by uneventfully, with Namjoon being distracted the whole time.

He was deep in thought at his locker, putting away his books and debating whether to call Yoongi quick and hear his reassuring voice when someone slammed his locker shut, startling him out of his thoughts.

He glared at Taehyung. "What do you want, secundum locum?"

"Nothing." Taehyung shrugged one shoulder, then smirked. "What grade did you get on the history test?"

"You even have to ask?" Namjoon scoffed, pulling the paper out to show the student he had aced it.

Taehyung nodded. "Impressive. I got one wrong."

"Nor surprised." Namjoon muttered. He made to walk away, but Taehyung's voice stopped him.

"It's amazing how you still have time to study, sub."

Namjoon stopped, grit his teeth and turned around, storming back.

"Don't call me that." He hissed lowly.

"You let Yoongi call you that." Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "And Seokjin told me that boy is a professional dominant. One plus one equals two, sub. You're totally getting sessions from him!"

"Shut the hell up!" Namjoon snapped, eyes darting around the hallway quickly, making sure no one was paying attention to them.

"Why?" Taehyung grinned and crossed his arms. "Does the respectable Kim Namjoon not want people to know he actually whores himself out every night for a guy seven years older than him?"

Namjoons grip on his books tightened, anger bubbling in his veins. "What, you gunna blackmail me now, victus? You don't have any proof."

"Who needs proof when such a juicy rumor has so much power on its own?" Taehyung said. "Word about this will spread faster than a wildfire, and no one will look up to you anymore. No ones gunna respect you, or even want to be around you. Can't see what Jimin likes about you, but that'll certainly hurt your relationship. He's a model after all, and you're just a disgusting, homo slut."

Namjoons heart was pounding and he didn't know what to say. Taehyung's smirk was taking up all his vision, he didn't know what to think, what to do, he needed Yoongi-

"Hey, whats going on here?" Hoseok demanded, running over, Jungkook right behind him.

He glared at Taehyung, pushing the boy. "Fuck off, stop harassing Namjoon just because you're jealous he's smarter than you!"

"Smarter than me?" Taehyung cocked his head. "We'll see how long that lasts. What with Yoongi fucking the brains out of him every day."

"What?" Jungkook frowned. "Yoongi-"

Hoseok pushed Taehyung again, harder this time. "Get out of here before I really start getting physical, asshole!"

Taehyung laughed, raising his hands in fake surrender. "Bye, Kimmy. Tell Yoongi I said hi!"

He blew him a kiss, and was gone.

Hoseok and Jungkook quickly pressed themselves to Namjoons sides, since it looked like the boy was about to fall over.

"Nyummie, are you okay?" Hoseok asked. "Kook, let's get him to the bathroom."

Jungkook nodded and the two helped guide the trembling student to the bathroom, all three of them shuffling into the handicap stall to have more room.

Namjoon sat on the closed lid, his head in his hands.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, what was he supposed to do now?!

"Namjoon...are you okay?" Jungkook asked softly. "Why did he mention Yoongi? How does he know him?"

"God I want to punch that brat." Hoseok growled, his fist slamming into his open palm repeatedly. "Arrogant little shit!"

Namjoon barely heard them, frantically digging into his pockets to find his phone. His hands were shaking so bad that he dropped it and it skittered across the tiled floor.

Hoseok picked it up while Jungkook wrapped his arm around the shaking boy, trying to comfort him.

"C-call him!" Namjoon pleaded, vision blurry with tears.

"Call who?" Hoseok asked, going to the boys contact list.

It was short, just his parents, Jimin, and someone called Fucking Pervert.

"Wait- you have Jimin's number?!" Hoseok gasped.

"Focus!" Jungkook scolded him.

"Call him! Please!" Namjoon begged, feeling like he was going to throw up. "I need him!"

"Okay, okay," Hoseok hurried over, showing the short list. "Call who? Jimin? Your dad?"

"Yoongi!" Namjoon wailed, as if Hoseok should have known.

"Yoongi?" Hoseok was confused, and looked to Jungkook, who shrugged.

There wasn't a name in Namjoons contacts called Yoongi, so Hoseok took a guess he had to be the 'Fucking Pervert' since it kinda fit, given Yoongi's profession.

The phone rang once, and then the dom picked up.

"Namjoon? Are you alright?"

"Uh, Mr. Min?" Hoseok asked, looking for help at Jungkook, who just stared with large doe eyes.

"....Hoseok?" Yoongi sounded confused. "Why do you have Namjoon's phone?"

"Uh, here." Hoseok just handed the phone to Namjoon instead of trying to explain what he didn't really know.

Namjoon grasped it with both hands, pressing it tightly against his ear, his face buried in his knees that were drawn up to his chest.

"Yoongi!" The student cried, and Hoseok and Jungkook were shocked to see the mighty Namjoon act like this.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Yoongi asked, concern dripping into his tone, despite how he tried to keep it upbeat.

Namjoon, unable to explain why everything was wrong and his worst nightmare was coming to life, just cried and Jungkook quickly sat beside him, hugging the boy with a worried look cast at Hoseok.

"Baby, you need to tell d- uh, tell me whats wrong, or else I can't help," Yoongi said. "Can you put Hoseok back on?"

"Don't go!" Namjoon begged, clutching the phone tighter.

"Hey," Hoseok sat on the boys other side and leaned over, pressing the speaker button on the screen. "Yoongi, can you hear me?"

"I can, what's going on?" Yoongi asked.

"Uh, I don't really know, just that Taehyung said something to Namjoon that really got to him." Hoseok said.

"Taehyung?" Yoongi frowned, wondering what the odds were of it being the same Taehyung that Yoongi knew.

"He's Nyumjewn's rival in school." Hoseok explained. "Ever since, like, preschool!"

"Yoongi, I think you should come here." Jungkook said, eyeing the way Namjoon was clearly not okay. "We'll take him to the nurse and wait for you there. He's on the verge of a panic attack and I think only you can calm him down."

Yoongi sighed, knowing it was true. "Alright, sounds good, Jungkook. Thank you. I'll be there as fast as I can."

"Don't hang up!" Namjoon pleaded, scrambling to hold the phone tighter.

"Okay baby, I won't," Yoongi was quick to comfort him, and Namjoon heard the sound of keys jangling. "I'm leaving now, okay? I'll be there soon. Listen to Hoseok and Jungkook, alright? They're gunna help you until I can get there."

Namjoon nodded, even though Yoongi wouldn't be able to see that, and let the two boys help him to his feet.

The hallways were clear now that class had started, and Namjoon clung to his phone as Hoseok and Jungkook guided him down to the nurse's office.

He ignored whatever they were saying to the nurse, only listening to his phone, hearing the sounds of Yoongi driving and the soft radio in the background.

They led him to a cot and laid him down on it. Jungkook pulled the thin blanket over him, hugging Namjoon on top of it.

"Are you okay?" He whispered.

"Is he here yet?" Namjoon asked, looking around the room.

"Not yet, maybe like ten more minutes." Hoseok said, and Namjoon sighed, curling up with the pillow held tightly in his arms.

"Do you want us to stay with you until he gets here?" Jungkook asked.

Namjoon shrugged, holding the phone to his ear, burying his nose into the pillow.

"I swear to God, I'll fucking deck his shit." Hoseok growled. "Who does he think he is to talk to Nyambug like that?"

Jungkook got up and walked over to Hoseok, pulling him away from the cot to talk privately.

"I don't like it either, but I'm more concerned at what he was saying." Jungkook whispered. "Yoongi is a professional dom, remember?"

"How could I forget?" Hoseok moaned.

"Well, remember also when we went to his house and Namjoon was there? In girls lingerie?" Jungkook raised his eyebrows. "What if he wasn't modeling for Yoongi. What if...he really did sign up for sessions with Yoongi?"

Hoseok's mouth dropped open, mind going blank at the thought.

Then he shook his head. "But, Nyammie hated him, remember that first day? Why the hell would he sign on and pay money to have Yoongi dom him?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I don't know, but maybe that was what Taehyung was talking about. Maybe he's gunna blackmail Namjoon with this secret to finally get to the number one spot."

Hoseok growled. "Let him fucking try."

"Namjoon?"

Everyone turned to the door when Yoongi came into the room.

Namjoon gasped and scrambled to sit up, the blanket tangling around his long legs.

Yoongi hurried over to him, gently guiding the student back down. "It's okay baby, don't get up."

"He's gunna hurt me!" Namjoon grabbed Yoongi's shirt with shaking hands.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you." Yoongi said with so much conviction and authority that Namjoon believed him, calming down a little.

Yoongi glanced up at the two young boys, who were staring at him and Namjoon with wide eyes.

"Thank you for helping Namjoon," he said. "You can head back to class, I got it from here."

The two boys shared a look, and then Hoseok stepped forward.

"Uh, sir? Can we...talk to you for a minute?" He asked.

Yoongi was expressionless, despite all the things this could mean.

"Sure. But not here. How about this weekend you two come over?"

Jungkook nodded. "Okay, thank you, Mr. Min."

Yoongi turned his attention back to Namjoon, who had his arms wrapped around the doms waist, his head leaning against Yoongi's back.

"Come on baby," he whispered, helping Namjoon stand up. "Doms got you, let's go home."

Namjoon clung to him as Yoongi signed him out of the office, guiding the student to his car and buckling him in.

He wanted answers and he wanted them now, but Namjoon was in no state to give an explanation.

He parked in his driveway and Namjoon followed him, but hovered in the doorway.

Yoongi noticed and turned around. "Baby?"

Namjoon fiddled with his hands. "Um...do I still have to...go to therapy today?"

Yoongi walked back over and cupped the students face, pressing their foreheads together.

"No, baby. A lot happened today, so we'll go tomorrow. Is that okay with you?"

Namjoon nodded, relieved he didn't have to go to therapy today.

"Then...can I stay over and...be with you?"

Yoongi couldn't help but smile.

"Of course baby. Come inside, let dom take care of you."

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Ugh this would have been so much longer but my annoying little sister got in my way 🙄