warning: forced submission, forced crossdressing, humiliation, blackmail, small violence (not graphic) degradation/name calling/slight feminization, attempted red room 'incident', panic attacks and Taehyung says some things I do not agree with about panic attacks

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Namjoon froze, watching the two boys walk into Yoongi's living room.

How did they get in?

He backed off the couch, wondering where his phone was. He had to call Yoongi, had to call the police-

"That's better." Taehyung smirked when Namjoon got off the couch. "Yoongi doesn't need a filthy whore dirtying up his furniture. Stay on the floor, where you belong."

Seokjin held up a house key, answering Namjoon's question. "Looks like we have good timing, you're alone."

"Get out." Namjoon glared, refusing to be intimidated by them.

He recalled what Yoongi had said at breakfast, about Taehyung and Seokjin, so now both brothers were against him.

"We'll leave when we get what we came for." Taehyung said. "Get on your knees."

Namjoon crossed his arms. "Get out before I call the police. You're breaking in."

"They won't believe that when I have a key." Seokjin said. "Besides, you're all talk and no action. The same thing was said the other day about the giftbasket, but I don't see any officers arresting Tete."

"Because you destroyed the evidence!" Namjoon growled.

"Prove it." Taehyung laughed.

Namjoon didn't like the fact it was two against one here, and he tried to remember where he had left his phone. Was it still on the bathroom sink?

Seokjin glared at him, eyeing Yoongi's favorite sweatshirt that Namjoon was wearing. "That should be mine. You're just a bratty, incompetent high schooler. Why did you even make the bet with Yoongi? He told me you barely knew him for an hour before proposing it. That doesn't make sense, you're cheating somehow! You just want Yoongi for yourself!"

"I'm not cheating, and I don't have to tell either of you anything!" Namjoon spat. "Get out of Yoongi's house!" He wrapped his arms around himself, as if not letting Seokjin take the sweatshirt off.

"You won't be number one once everyone sees how the mighty Kim Namjoon is actually just a submissive slut." Taehyung shook his head.

Namjoon started to panic. It was true that his reputation would be ruined if word got out he was having sessions with a professional dominant, and his parents would kill him. But the sessions weren't like that, Yoongi wasn't like that! Hell, Yoongi was barely allowing them to even kiss, let alone do anything kinky.

But these two didn't care about facts, they cared about getting what they wanted.

"That contract is only between me and Yoongi." He glared. "If you two try to apprise anyone else about it I'll indict innumerous charges against both of you for allocating confidential information."

"Overambitious utterances aren't going to save you now." Taehyung laughed.

"What he said." Seokjin glared.

Namjoon judged the distance between him and the two brothers, and looked to the side, where the bathroom door was still open.

They wouldn't actually hurt him, would they? Taehyung had drugged him, but that wasn't a hands on, physical thing, like punching or stabbing. Surely they both weren't crazy enough to attack him, not when that would leave behind evidence they couldn't erase.

Namjoon suddenly bolted to the bathroom, hearing footsteps pounding behind him.

-

"Thank you for coming in, Mr. Min." Dr. Lee said, opening her office door for him. "I'm so sorry about this, I could have sworn we finished up all the paperwork last week. I'm usually the queen of paperwork, I'm really not sure how the A9 form slipped through the cracks."

"It's fine, it's for Namjoon so I don't mind making sure everything is perfect." He smiled at her.

She handed him the form again and he sat down to fill it out.

"Can I get you some coffee? I feel bad making you come all the way back here." She hovered by the doorway.

"It's really fine," Yoongi assured her. "But if you insist, I'll take an Americano."

"I'll be right back." She ducked out.

Yoongi spent a few minutes filling out the paperwork, and then looked around when he finished.

He knew he shouldn't snoop. He knew it was illegal, due to doctor-patient confidentiality. But this was for Namjoon's sake.

And besides, it's not like the Kim brothers were upstanding citizens.

He made sure the door was still shut before he quickly got up from the couch, heading to her desk and rummaging around.

He remembered what Taehyung's bottle of sleeping pills had said- they were prescribed by Dr. Lee too.

It could be a totally different Lee, but this was the closest psychiatric office to their house, and Dr. Lee was the only Lee in this building.

He looked to her filing cabinets and reasoned the files of all her patients had to be in here.

He tried to open the first one, but it was locked shut.

He cursed and looked over his shoulder to make sure she wasn't heading back yet, and looked back at her desk.

The keys had to be here somewhere. Sure, it was likely she kept the keys on her, but it was also likely she had more than one set.

He opened all the drawers he could, but they were full of things that were useless to him.

He wondered if she had the files stored in her computer too, but when he moved the mouse, the screen showed it needed a password and he huffed, swiping the rectangular name plate off her desk.

It rattled when it hit the floor, and Yoongi frowned.

He picked it up and shook it, hearing something small crash around inside.

Inspecting the bottom of the name plate, Yoongi found it actually opened, and was hollow inside.

He upended the name plate, and a ring of small silver keys plopped onto palm.

Checking again to make sure she wasn't back yet, he grabbed the first key and tried it on all three large filing cabinets, finally working on the bottom one.

He opened it and grabbed the first file, the one at the very front.

Kim, Namjoon

Yoongi frowned, knowing the files couldn't be in alphabetical order then. There were too many for K to be the last letter.

He rifled through the files behind Namjoon's, seeing the names, ages and reasons for needing counseling were all random, all different.

So how the hell was this organized? How could he find Taehyung's in such little time?

What if...she organized her patients by order of when they came to her? It would make sense why Namjoon's was the most recent.

He stood up, trying all the keys on the first cabinet.

Taehyung's bottle had been dated from four years ago, so he had to be one of her earliest patients.

The second key opened it, and Yoongi quickly flipped through all the files, finally finding Kim, Taehyung at the very back.

He was her third patient, he had been seeing her for years now.

But for what?

Yoongi checked again to make sure he was still alone, before opening the file and taking pictures of every paper in there.

He quickly stuffed the file back in place and shut and locked both cabinets.

He replaced the keys back in the name plate and had just set it back down on her desk, when Dr. Lee came back in.

"Here you are!" She cheerfully handed him the small cup.

"Thank you, and this is for you." Yoongi handed her the form back and pulled out his phone, scanning through the pictures while she placed the form away.

Key sentences jumped out at him, while Taehyung's picture smirked at him.

Kim Taehyung, 18, psychopath.

Taehyung has been demonstrating unnatural behaviors for his age, including laying knives around sleeping family members bodies, having multiple family pets go missing, and carving his name into a classmates arm in second grade.

His family would like to keep this a secret, as recently the Parks have entered the family and the Kim's don't want them to be frightened by their youngest son-

Diagnosed with insomnia, perfectionism and psychotic tendencies-

Will continue to have more counseling-

Yoongi jumped up, not caring he spilled the coffee to Dr. Lee's carpet.

"Mr. Min!" She looked alarmed when he suddenly raced out of the room.

Yoongi ignored her, racing out of the building to his car.

He dialed Seokjin as he backed out of the parking lot. The pretty switch didn't answer and Yoongi called again, swearing when it went to voicemail again.

Taehyung was a fucking psychopath, that's why he had no qualms about drugging Namjoon or breaking into his house to destroy the evidence. And Seokjin had no idea, everything had been kept secret for Jimin's sake.

The boys perfectionism fueled him to be number one, but with Namjoon in his way, Taehyung's psychopathic tendencies got triggered out.

Yoongi tried calling Jimin too, to warn him of the truth, but with the boy being in school, he didn't answer.

Yoongi sighed, speeding to Seokjin's house.

He had to warn his friend about how dangerous Taehyung really was.

-

"Ah!" Namjoon cried out when he was knocked to the floor by a heavy weight bowling into him.

"Where do you think you're going, whore?" Taehyung spat from above him.

"Get off me!" Namjoon demanded, struggling to throw him off. "And stop calling me that!"

"You don't deserve first place." Taehyung growled, his hair hanging in his face as he pinned the boy down. "You never did!"

Namjoon tried kicking him, but then hands were grabbing his ankles, holding him down and the student realized Seokjin had joined the fight.

"Stop! Let me go!" He struggled to crawl away, but with both boys holding him, he couldn't.

Fuck, he needed help.

But Yoongi said he wouldn't be back for an hour, and Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook were all in school until 2:30.

He couldn't reach his phone from here, so he couldn't call the police either.

Namjoon felt trapped, just like that night in the alley behind the bar when he was on vacation in the Vatican City, two people holding him down-

"I want the sweatshirt." Seokjin was saying.

"The fucking hoodie isn't what's important right now." Taehyung growled at him.

"Seokjin! Do you really think Yoongi will love you if you do this?" Namjoon called, still not knowing what this was. "You know he cares for me, and if you hurt me, he'll hate you!"

"Shut up, slut." Seokjin retorted. "He only likes you because you two have been spending so much time together. You took him from me and you had no right to do so! I won't let you own him!"

Taehyung reached hand out and grabbed Namjoon's hair in a painful grip, shoving the boys face into the carpet. "No one gave you permission to talk, whore. Jinnie, don't listen to him."

Still, Namjoon struggled. "He won't love you! He asked me out! He-"

"I said shut up!" Taehyung roared and Namjoon flinched.

Seokjin froze. "He...what?"

"Ignore him, he'll say anything right now, you know that. Remember how manipulative I told you he was?"

Namjoon fought against Taehyung and managed to shake the boys hand off. "I'm serious! Ask him yourself! He wanted to get the bet dissolved and asked to just date instead! He doesn't love you, Seokjin!"

He was flipped onto his back suddenly, and Namjoon blinked up at Taehyung, who was leaning over him with a snarling glare.

"Even if that's true, anyone can fall in love with anyone if you spend enough time with them. And once you're out of the way, Jin will have all the time he needs to get Yoongi's heart back." Taehyung said.

He glanced over his shoulder at his brother, who looked lost and hurt. "I told you he would say these things, Jinnie. Come on, you want that sweatshirt don't you?"

Seokjin hesitated, then shook his head to clear it. "Yeah..."

"No! Stop it!" Namjoon shouted and thrashed beneath Taehyung as both boys grabbed the hoodie, yanking the fabric up his torso and over his head.

Cool air hit his exposed skin and he shivered, trying to cover himself up with his arms.

Seokjin held the sweatshirt close and backed up, his eyes looking lost in thought.

Taehyung raked his gaze down the boys chest and abs. "Hm, no wonder Yoongi keeps you around. You need to be better trained, though. He's too soft with a brat like you. Good thing me and Jin are here then."

He looked to his brother. "Start recording."

-

"Seokjin!" Yoongi burst inside the pretty switch's house. "Jin!"

The house seemed empty, it was still and quiet.

Yoongi tried calling him again, but now it seemed like the boys phone was turned off.

Frustrated, Yoongi raked a hand through his hair, trying to think about where Seokjin would be if not at work or at home.

"Yoongi?" Jimin called through the open front door as he climbed out of his car. "What are you doing here?"

"Where are your brothers?" Yoongi asked.

"Step brothers, first of all." Jimin said. "Secondly, I don't know. I just got back from school and realized I forgot to grab some stuff. What about you?"

"Taehyung's a psychopath."

Jimin nodded. "Yeah, he's nutso af."

"No, he's literally a psychopath." Yoongi showed him the pictures on his phone.

Jimin's eyes shot wide open as he scrolled through them. "Oh my God- I had no idea- how did you even get these-"

"Did you stop at my place before coming here?" Yoongi suddenly realized where the Kim brothers would be.

Jimin shook his head. "No, why?"

Yoongi didn't answer, just bolted to his car, Jimin right behind him.

He called Namjoon, but his baby didn't answer.

-

"Here's what's gunna happen, slut." Taehyung cooed, cupping Namjoon's frightened face in both hands. "You're gunna do what we say, and Jin's gunna record everything, mkay? And if you refuse, we'll tell everyone all about your bet. I'm sure Yoongi has copies of it somewhere in here. I'll make sure to mail your parents their very own copy, so you're going to be a good boy and listen to us, right?"

Namjoon flinched at the name, trying to pull his head away from the psycho, but Taehyung just gripped him tighter.

"Right?" Taehyung growled in a prompting way.

Namjoon heard his phone ring in the bathroom behind him, and he just knew it was Yoongi trying to get ahold of him.

"Yoongi!" He shouted, even though it was pointless.

A sudden painful slap across his cheek shut him up, knocking him to the floor.

"The only time I want to see your mouth open is for a cock." Taehyung growled, digging his shoe into the boys bare side. "Got it?"

Namjoon went still and quiet at the blow, curling up to hide his face, trying to stay in the present, as memories of the dark night in the alley threatened to crash over.

"That's better." Taehyung grinned when Namjoon didn't get up.

He looked over to make sure Seokjin was recording, and saw the boy holding up his phone. "Good. Make sure to get a close up of his face, so everyone can clearly see their beloved, prestigious Kim Namjoon on his knees like the slut he is."

He bent down and grabbed Namjoon, yanking him upright by pulling on his hair and Namjoon winced in pain, barely holding back the cry.

He didn't want to give these fuckers the satisfaction.

"Come on then, whore." Taehyung knocked him to his front on the floor. "Crawl to your room. I wanna see all the toys Yoongi bought for his favorite slut."

Namjoon stubbornly stayed sitting in place, until Taehyung's shoe raised up again, kicking his shoulder.

He yelped, hand shooting up to grab the injured joint as he crashed to his side on the floor.

"I said crawl." Taehyung spat on him.

Namjoon glared, refusing to move.

Taehyung sighed. "Remember what I told you, slut. If you don't listen to me, I'll make sure everyone in the god damn country sees this. You'll have to move to fucking Antarctica, bitch. How will you see poor Yoongi then, hmm?"

Namjoon there was no way his parents would move continents, but the possibility of moving cities was not only plausible, but probable, and the idea of being separated from Yoongi made Namjoon's heart pound, sick anxiety crashing over him like a tidal wave.

He slowly got up, the pain in his shoulder forgotten as the pain in his heart took priority.

Biting back a whimper, Namjoon hesitantly got onto all fours.

Taehyung smirked. "Good boy. Now crawl up those stairs and show us your room. I bet Yoongi decorated it just to his little sluts liking."

Seokjin followed behind them as Namjoon climbed up the stairs, Taehyung kicking him when he deemed the boy was going too slow, and down the hallway and into a bedroom.

It looked like an ordinary room, and Seokjin had spent the night here several times in the past after he was too tired to drive home on the days Yoongi went too hard on him in the red room.

Realizing Yoongi had given this room to Namjoon now felt like an icicle to the heart.

Namjoon sat on the floor, hoping Yoongi would come home soon.

Yoongi...you promised you would protect me...

Taehyung took in the room, clearly not pleased with the normalcy of it.

He stalked over to the closet and opened it, laughing when he saw the clothes inside. "I knew it!"

Namjoon didn't need to look up to see he had found all the females clothing that Yoongi had bought that one day.

Taehyung hummed as he pulled something out. "Why don't you do a little modeling for us, huh whore?"

Namjoon stayed silent, even after Taehyung threw the clothes at him.

He saw the short skirt and matching pink bra and pantie set and held back nausea.

"Change." Taehyung ordered, standing uncomfortably close in front of him.

Namjoon didn't move, just prayed Yoongi to come home faster.

"I said strip, slut." Taehyung growled, yanking Namjoon to his feet. He grabbed the clothing and shoved it against the boys bare chest. "You know what'll happen if you don't."

Namjoon didn't want to, especially not in front of these two, but he didn't want to be separated from Yoongi either.

So he finally grabbed his jeans, slowly pulling them down.

Taehyung grinned. "Good boy. Or should I say good girl?"

Namjoon ignored him, trying to convince himself he was alone doing this. That Seokjin wasn't recording everything.

He grabbed the pink bra and clipped it first before pulling it on, wincing in humiliation when he felt both brother's eyes on him.

"Panties too," Taehyung cooed.

Namjoon hesitated then, not wanting to take his boxers off in front of them. Being shirtless in front of them had been enough, and the bra was pushing it, but being naked from the waist down was a line he couldn't cross.

"Do it, slut." Taehyung growled at Namjoon's hesitation.

Namjoon shook his head, not lifting his gaze from the floor.

From the corner of his eye he saw Taehyung's fist raise and he flinched-

"Let him change in the bathroom, it doesn't matter." Seokjin said.

"Of course it matters, what's the point in letting him get off scot free like that?" Taehyung scowled.

"He's already humiliated, and that was what we wanted. Just let him change in private and we can continue after that. Besides, Yoongi could be back any minute, we don't have time for you to beat him into submission." Seokjin said.

Taehyung glared at Namjoon. "Fine. You have one minute to change, whore, or else I'm coming in there and recording whatever's exposed."

Namjoon didn't know why Seokjin was being lenient to him all of a sudden, but he didn't stick around to thank him,

He grabbed the clothing off the floor and raced into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

The door didn't have a lock, but even if it did, Namjoon knew Taehyung would just break it down.

He held back a sob, avoiding his reflection in the mirror as he slipped his boxers off and pulled the panties on. Maybe he should be grateful Taehyung threw the skirt at him, it was short but it still covered what the panties didn't.

"Done yet, slut?" Taehyung whipped open the door, smirking as he took in Namjoon's form in the pink outfit. "Aww, you're just a pretty little whore, aren't you? Yoongi's favorite."

He yanked Namjoon out of the bathroom, and Namjoon hid his face from the camera.

"Now that you're in uniform, we can begin." Taehyung's grip on Namjoon's wrist tightened as he headed out of the bedroom, and Namjoon was confused.

"Wait- stop! Begin what?" He resisted as Taehyung pulled him down the hallway, but then stiffened when he felt Seokjin right behind him.

"The real part of the video." Taehyung rolled his eyes, as if it was obvious. "Jinnie, you said the red room was in the basement, right?"

Namjoon froze, fear striking every nerve in his body.

No- they couldn't be serious-

"NO!" He struggled against both of them as hard as he could, shoving Taehyung away. "No! Don't touch me! Yoongi!"

"What have I told you about speaking, slut?" Taehyung growled, stomping over. "No one gave you permission."

Namjoon could barely see through all his panic and fear, and he screamed when hands suddenly grabbed his wrists. He kicked at whatever movement he saw, but then more hands grabbed his ankles and they both lifted him into the air.

"Stop! Don't- no! Let me go- please!" He cried, struggling in their hold.

"Down there." He heard Seokjin murmur and he recognized the second hallway, and the door on the left.

The red lighting bathed over them as they carried Namjoon inside, barely holding onto him as he kicked and thrashed in their grip.

"The bed there, that looks good." Taehyung nodded, ignoring the boys cries as they carried him over to it.

There was already ropes attached to the bed frames, and the two brothers fought to tie Namjoon's wrists and ankles to them, legs spread and arms above his head.

Namjoon couldn't even speak properly, could barely breathe through his panic. "Y-Y-Yoo-Yoon-Y-Yoong-gi-Yoongi-Y-Y-Yoon-Yoongi-"

Taehyung grabbed the skirt, flipping it up to expose the pink panties underneath. "Make sure you get a good shot of that, Jin, it's a good one."

Seokjin was frowning as he looked at the tears rushing down Namjoon's cheeks. "I think he's having a panic attack."

"Good, shows how weak he is." Taehyung didn't care. "And fucking shut him up already, he's going to ruin all the audio."

The psychopath smirked as he spied a couple of gags hanging from a series of hooks on the wall. Grabbing one off, he forced it into the students mouth, ignoring Namjoon's struggling as he locked it in place behind the boys head. He eyed the crying boy beneath him, running his fingers up Namjoon's thigh, over his hip, and up his chest, stopping with his hand grabbing one of the cups of the bra.

"No one's gunna respect you after this gets out." He whispered, patting the boys hair, laughing when Namjoon flinched.

His hands went to his belt. "You're still recording, right Jinnie?"

The doorknob suddenly turned, catching all their attention.

"Taehyung!" Yoongi screamed, pounding on the locked door. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"Namjoon- are you okay?" Jimin's worried cry was a little muffled through the thick wood.

Taehyung cursed, glaring. "Fucking Yoongi, ruining the perfect video."

Seokjin lowered the phone, and Namjoon was confused to see him look...relieved?

"Open the fucking door!" Yoongi demanded, rattling the door in its frame as he punched and kicked it. "Don't you fucking dare touch him!"

"What are you going to do about it?" Taehyung called, still smirking. "You can't get in!"

There was silence for a few tense moments, and Namjoon feared Yoongi had given up.

Taehyung laughed. "That's what I thought."

He faced the boy on the bed. "Keep recording, Jin. We're just getting started."

Namjoon cried and fought against the ropes as Taehyung straddled him, the psychopaths thighs squeezing his sides.

Taehyung reached into his pocket and pulled out a small switchblade, twirling it around his fingers before lowering it to Namjoon's collarbones.

"Ever had a name carved into your skin before, slut?" He whispered, tilting his head.

Before Namjoon could even scream, there was a loud crash, and everyone whipped their heads around to see Yoongi picking himself up from the ground, the door laying broken beneath him.

There was murder in his eyes as the dom raised his head to glare at Taehyung.

"You," He growled. "I'm going to fucking rip you in half with my bare hands."

Jimin raced in too. "Get off him! What the hell are you doing?!"

Taehyung crawled off, but pressed the knife to Namjoon's throat, making the boy stiffen.

"Stay back and let us finish the video, or else I'll stab him." Taehyung threatened.

Seokjin reacted so suddenly, grabbing Taehyung's hair and yanking the boys head back.

"Ah!" Taehyung gasped in surprise, the knife falling to the floor.

Seokjin quickly kicked it over to Jimin, who picked it up and placed it in his back pocket.

"What the hell?" Taehyung stood up and glared at his brother. "You fucking traitor!"

"Get away from him." Yoongi spat. "Now!"

"Or what?" Taehyung crossed his arms. "You'll call the big bad police on me?"

"Police- freeze!" Two officers raced into the room, guns drawn.

Yoongi smirked at Taehyung's shocked expression. "Yeah. That's exactly what I'll do, cunt."

"Kim Taehyung, you're under arrest for infliction of bodily harm, tampering with evidence, breaking and entering, aggravated assault, battery and attempted rape." One of the officers said, walking over. "Put your hands on your head and get on your knees."

Taehyung shot a glare at Namjoon. "You stupid fucking whore! This is all your fault!"

With an enraged cry, he lunged at the tied up boy, wrapping his hands around Namjoon's neck, squeezing.

"No!" Seokjin gasped, grabbing his brother and struggling to yank him back.

Namjoon was finding it hard to breathe already from his crying, the panic attack, and the gag, and now with Taehyung cutting off his airflow, he choked, lungs burning.

Suddenly he was released and he coughed around the gag, dizzy and disoriented.

Hands were on him and he panicked, muffled crying as he tried to shake them off.

"It's okay baby, doms got you." Yoongi's voice was shaky.

Namjoon blinked through the tears in his eyes and almost fainted when he saw Yoongi and Jimin over him, untying him from the bed.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry," Yoongi was crying, and Namjoon was surprised. He had never seen Yoongi cry before.

"Dom is so sorry baby, I should have taken you with me, I never should have left your side." He pulled the gag out and Namjoon sat up, throwing himself at the older boy.

Yoongi hugged him tighter than ever before on the bed, crying silently into Namjoon's shoulder.

Jimin picked up a blanket and wrapped it around them to cover up Namjoon, hugging the sobbing boy from behind.

"Yoongi," Namjoon whimpered, trying to get closer, despite how they were already pressed so tightly together that not even an atom could get between them.

"I've got you baby," Yoongi kissed the boys hair repeatedly. "I'm never letting you go ever again, I promise. My beautiful baby..."

Seokjin scrubbed away the tears he hadn't realized were falling as he listened to the shouts of Taehyung resisting arrest upstairs.

Wordlessly, he laid the sweatshirt down on the bed and walked out.