When Namjoon woke up, he had a pounding headache and felt weak.

The lights were too bright, and he winced, trying to turn his head away, but movement was hard.

There was the sound of voices, but he couldn't decipher them.

Then he heard Yoongi's deep tone and immediately tried to pull the dom closer, despite how difficult it was to move.

Hands grabbed him, pulling him into a hug, and Namjoon relaxed when he smelled Yoongi's cologne. He buried his face into Yoongi's neck, hiding from the bright light and the other voices.

Yoongi climbed onto the bed, holding Namjoon close. He didn't care the other three people in the room were looking at them weird, all that mattered was that Namjoon was awake.

It took a few more minutes for the boy to actually wake up and be able to move his limbs, but Yoongi had all the patience in the world.

Finally, Namjoon lifted his head, blinking in the bright lights.

Why was his room so bright? Why did his room look so different? Why was there other people here?

"Baby?" Yoongi murmured, putting his hands on Namjoons cheeks and pressing their foreheads together. "Are you okay?"

"Mmh," Namjoon closed his eyes at the comforting touch. He tried to remember what happened.

"Namjoon?"

Jimin timidly stepped forward. "Joon...how do you feel?"

Namjoon pulled back from Yoongi and turned around, seeing Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook standing there.

He looked around and realized he was in a hospital.

He looked to Yoongi in panic. "What- why- where-"

"It's okay baby," Yoongi was quick to calm him down. "We had to bring you here. Do you remember the cupcakes?"

Namjoon bit his lip, frowning. The cupcakes...from the gift basket?

"Taehyung...that bastard...put some sleeping pills in them." Yoongi explained. "I'm so sorry baby, I thought they were from Seokjin, I thought they were safe. I never would have given them to you if I had known the truth."

Taehyung...had drugged him...? Taehyung had gotten past Yoongi and hurt Namjoon?

Namjoon whimpered, squeezing Yoongi's shirt in his fists. Panic rushed through him. Paranoia. How could he eat or drink anything now?

"What-" He swallowed hard, hearing how shaky his voice was. "What happened, when I was out?"

"Nothing, baby," Yoongi kissed his nose. "We brought you right here and they flushed the excess melatonin out. No body touched you baby, I promise."

Namjoon had to check for himself to be sure, and he scrambled off the bed.

"Namjoon!"

He nearly fell face first to the floor, but caught himself in time.

"Namjoon, wait!"

He threw Jungkooks hands off and raced to the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

It didn't have a lock, but luckily no one barged in on him.

He went to the mirror and inspected his reflection, tilting his head left and right.

No handprints on his cheeks... no red lines across his neck...

He sighed a little in relief. He pulled off his shirt and was glad to see there weren't any new bruises.

"Namjoon?" There was a knock at the door. "Can we come in, Joobie?"

Namjoon took a few more moments to look around and make sure everything was okay with himself, before he opened the door.

Hoseok rushed in immediately, hugging Namjoon tightly. "You scared us! Seeing you on the floor like that... don't ever do that again!" As if Namjoon had decided to collapse just for fun.

Namjoon blinked as Jimin and Jungkook hugged him as well, still a little slow.

"I'm so sorry!" Jimin cried. "I feel responsible for Taehyungs actions, I shouldn't have asked you over that day! I should have known he would try something!"

"It's no one's fault but Taehyungs." Jungkook said. "And we're going to take him to the police."

"Damn right we are." Yoongi growled.

Namjoon was finding it hard to think, so he pushed everyone off him and went to Yoongi, resting his forehead on the doms shoulder.

"Come on sweetheart, I'll take you home." The dom whispered.

Midterms.

Namjoons head shot up with a gasp as he suddenly remembered. "Fuck! My parents are going to kill me!"

"Not if we kill them first." Hoseok started planning.

"It's okay baby, they'll understand why you missed them." Yoongi said. "Let's just get you home and we'll figure things out from there."

Namjoon took Yoongi's hand and let him lead the way.

Yoongi looked at them all. "Jimin, you can come with since I drove you here, and I don't think you want to go back to your place for a while. Hobi, Kook, could you stop back at Namjoon's house and pick up that gift basket? We need to have the police test it."

Jungkook nodded. "Yes, sir."

Jimin followed Namjoon and Yoongi down the hall and Yoongi checked Namjoon out, and they headed to the car.

The model climbed in beside Namjoon in the backseat. He hesitantly placed his hand over Namjoon's. 

"Hey...are you alright?" He whispered.

Namjoon nodded, but he really wasn't.

"Here." Jimin had the boy lay down in the backseat, putting Namjoons head in his lap so he could play with the boys hair, his other arm wrapped around him protectively.

Yoongi looked at them in the rear view mirror and he forced himself to look away.

-

Hoseok pulled back into Namjoon's driveway and he and Jungkook raced inside, stopping short when Mrs. Kim came down the hall.

"What are you two doing here?" She asked.

"Oh, uh, hey Mrs. Kim." Hoseok smiled. "Sorry for coming in so early but we got Namjoon a little gift basket to celebrate how awesome we know he's gunna do on the midterms, and we left it in his room. Mind if we grab it quick?"

She blinked. "Gift basket? I don't remember seeing one when I stepped in there to grab his laundry."

"You or your husband didn't eat anything from there, right?" Jungkook asked, worried.

"Dear!" She yelled down the steps. "Did you take the gift basket that was in Namjoon's room?"

"What giftbasket?" He shouted back.

Hoseok took off and burst into Namjoon's room, Jungkook right behind him.

He looked to the desktop, where he remembered seeing the basket earlier, but now it was bare.

"What the hell?" Jungkook said, looking under Namjoons bed while Hoseok searched the closet.

"How did an inanimate object get up and walk away?" Hoseok muttered.

Jungkook froze. "Oh no...you don't think..." he looked at his friend. "Do you?"

Hoseok sighed, calling Yoongi. "Hey Yumps, bad news. Taehyung beat us to the giftbasket. It's gone, and so is all the evidence."