When Namjoon woke up, he found it a little hard to breathe, until he opened his eyes and found out why.

Yoongi was curled up on top of him, head buried in the boys chest, and Namjoon smiled at the way the little dom wasn't even touching the bed, fully on top of the student.

"Yoon-"

Yoongi was awake instantly, pressing kisses everywhere to Namjoons face.

"Baby, I'm- so- sorry, good- morning-" he said between kisses, hugging Namjoon tighter.

Namjoon made a happy sound. "Good morning."

Yoongi sighed, shuffling forward to press their foreheads together.

"Baby...what they did and almost did, because dom left you alone..."

Something wet dripped to Namjoons cheek and the student realized Yoongi was crying.

He sat up quickly, pulling Yoongi against him.

"It's not your fault, you had no idea they were planning to do that! And you stopped them in time anyways. Besides, you were right. I've been too dependent on you and it wasn't healthy. You were trying to help me by not taking me with. Please don't cry...I don't want you to cry."

Yoongi shuddered, before smiling up at him. "My smart baby..."

He kissed him again. "So, how do you feel about therapy now?"

"I think we'll need to sign on for a lot more sessions." Namjoon sighed.

But that was okay. It would help him, help the both of them. Namjoon didn't want to feel helpless anymore. He would go to therapy, and learn to not be so dependent on one person. He was putting too much stress on Yoongi. The dom always beat himself up whenever something bad happened and Namjoon didn't want him to.

"Breakfast?" Namjoon asked.

Yoongi was surprised. "You're going to eat?"

"Hungry. Want your cooking." Namjoon whined.

He was still scared, but now with Taehyung arrested, there truly was no way he could ever drug Namjoons food again, and the student was starving.

Yoongi smiled, endeared, and kissed the boys nose before sliding off.

"Of course baby. Dom will always cook for his baby."

Namjoon slid off the bed and took his hand, following him down to the kitchen.

As he was walking he looked down at himself and was surprised to see the females clothing had been taken off and he was in his old clothes again.

He didn't remember changing.

He didn't remember a lot after passing out in Yoongi's arms. He knew he still had to give his statement to the police.

"I thought...didn't Seokjin take this?" Namjoon questioned as he sat down in a chair, grabbing the sweatshirt he was wearing as he watched Yoongi start to cook.

"It was on the bed." Yoongi didn't care about Seokjin.

Namjoon frowned, wondering why the boy would just give it back, after going through so much to get it.

Yoongi made him pancakes and Namjoon took a few timid bites at first, before warming up to them and stuffing a whole one in his mouth.

Yoongi smiled, reaching over to kiss away a spot of syrup on the boys dimple. "My cute messy baby."

The doorbell ringing interrupted their breakfast, and Yoongi sighed.

"Dom will get it. You keep eating, okay baby?" He stood up and pressed a series of lingering kisses to the boys hair, as if not wanting to leave him even for just a moment.

Namjoon watched him walk away, stuffing some more fluffy pancake into his mouth.

He almost choked when there came a sudden shouting, and he leaped out of his seat, racing to the door.

"Yoongi! Are you oka-"

Seokjin was at the door.

"You fucking son of a bitch!" Yoongi was screaming at him. "You fucking dare to show your face here after what you did yesterday?!" He shoved his former best friend. "Get the hell out! Don't ever fucking come here again, I swear to God I'll hurt you!"

Namjoon quickly pulled Yoongi back, his arms wrapped tightly around the doms middle. "Yoongi, calm down, it's okay."

He wasn't sure why he was saying it's okay, it wasn't, he didn't like Seokjin, but he still didn't want Yoongi to hurt him.

Seokjin looked like he expected that reaction. "I know. I'm not proud of my actions either. I just...I came over to end things."

He looked up at Namjoon, holding out his phone. "Here. You can look through this if you want. I never recorded anything yesterday. You can search through the cloud and everything, I promise I'm not lying."

"Well that just totally wipes your slate clean!" Yoongi snapped. "You think that means anything? You stood back and let your psychopath brother do all those things to Namjoon! You didn't stop him at all! How could you?!"

Namjoon set Yoongi down to grab the phone, searching through it to see the switch had been telling the truth, there was never any recording of yesterday.

"I didn't know he was a psychopath." Seokjin said quietly. "I only found out after I talked with the police. I never would have even teamed up with him if I had known. I know that doesn't change things, but I..." He trailed off, looking at the ground. "I'm sorry."

Yoongi growled, shoving him again. "Get the hell out of my house, I never want to see you again! Just fucking wait until the police turn their attention to you and you're locked up on the same cell as your psycho brother!"

Namjoon picked Yoongi up, surprising the dom, and set him to the side so he could walk over to Seokjin.

He handed the phone back. "Thank you. For not recording. And for giving the sweatshirt back."

Seokjin nodded. "I won't tell anyone about the bet either, I promise."

"I appreciate that." Namjoon said.

Yoongi pushed his way between them, glaring at Seokjin.

Namjoon smiled at the way Yoongi was smaller than both him and Seokjin.

"If you don't leave in the next second-"

Seokjin backed away. "Okay, I'm sorry, I'm leaving. I..." He tried to find the right words, but then just sighed and drove away.

Yoongi slammed the door shut and locked it. "I can't fucking believe- and why were you so nice to him?"

"He was acting out of heartbreak." Namjoon said. "It doesn't excuse him or his actions, but I would be crazy upset too if I lost you."

Yoongi sighed, calming down. "You're too good of a man, Kim Namjoon."

He gently nudged the boy back to the kitchen. "Come on, finish your pancakes sweetheart."

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"Namjoon!"

Namjoon jolted, sitting up from where he had been laying on the couch, head in Yoongi's lap, as Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook rushed in.

"Oh my God, are you alright?" Jungkook sat beside him. "Jimin told us about the police and Taehyung and...are you alright?"

"Thank God he's behind bars." Hoseok growled. "I didn't want to dent my car up running him over."

He looked at Jimin. "Sorry, I know he's your brother."

"Step." Jimin reminded him. "Very important. Step brother."

"What are you guys doing here?" Namjoon asked.

"We had to make sure you were okay!" Jungkook insisted. "And the teachers are asking about you since you've missed school a lot recently."

Namjoon sighed, not wanting to deal with school or his parents right now. He knew he had multiple missed calls, but he was ignoring them. They weren't important right now.

"I'm fine." He lied.

Jimin sat on his other side, hugging him. "I'm just glad you're going to be okay now."

Namjoon smiled up at Yoongi, who was gazing fondly at him.

Of course he would be okay, he had Yoongi.

In just two more days the month was over, and then they would be together forever.

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*vomits at how short this is*

Dw, just cuz the bet is almost over doesn't mean the story is. There's a lot of loose ends to finish uwu