Warning: Juuni kinda snaps and goes crazy

Some noncon themes, like bondage and drugging (well not technically) and Namjoon gets unhealthily obsessed

(Apparently 'unhealthily' isn't a word)

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They were in the living room, sipping tea and watching the TV, but Yoongi's mind was elsewhere.

For the first time ever, it was uncomfortable being with Namjoon.

He couldn't find his phone, and he suspected the student had something to do with its disappearance. Not to mention the whole incident with the computer, it all had Yoongi on edge.

He needed some air. Some time to think. Some space.

He stood up and patted his pockets, looking around for his car keys.

"What are you doing?" Namjoon was quick to jump on him.

"We need some groceries," Yoongi stood up, checking the little end table for the keys, where he normally tossed them. "I'm just buying some bread and milk."

"I'll do that tomorrow." Namjoon patted the seat beside him. "Stay with me."

"We need it tonight, for dinner. I'll only be gone ten minutes, the store is right down the block." Yoongi frowned when he didn't see the keys.

He glanced up at the student. "Namjoon...where are my car keys?"

"You don't need them."

Yoongi was so frustrated, but he held back from throwing his hands into the air. "Fine, then I'll just walk there!"

He stomped to the door and tugged on the handle, but the knob didn't turn.

He twisted harder, but he knew it was locked.

He whirled around and faced Namjoon, who was still sitting on the couch calmly.

"Namjoon..." Yoongi walked cautiously over. "Unlock the door."

"You don't need to go outside." Namjoon said.

"Namjoon!" Yoongi almost screeched. "What the hell are you doing?! You took my phone, my computer, my car, and now my freedom?! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Namjoon glared, not liking the way Yoongi was acting. "Sit down."

"No! I don't want to sit, I want to fucking go outside!" Yoongi hissed.

"You don't need anything outside." Namjoon reasoned. "Just sit down and be with me."

"Space! Fresh air! Time away from you! Freedom!" Yoongi ticked off on his fingers the things that the outside had to offer.

"There's air in here." Namjoon said.

Yoongi collapsed to the floor in exasperation, hands over his face.

Why was Namjoon doing this? Yoongi had been certain they were going to void the stupid bet and just date. That's why he had thrown the bet, because he had been so certain that the student wouldn't do exactly what he was doing now.

Had Namjoon tricked him? Pretended to be a clingy sub to make Yoongi throw the bet? Were his true colors coming through now? Had Seokjin been right this whole time that Yoongi was blinded by his love that he didn't see who Namjoon really was?

"Baby, come here. The floor isn't comfortable." Namjoon reached down, his strong arms grabbing the little dom and hauling him up.

"I don't understand," Yoongi's voice sounded exhausted as he stared at Namjoon with watery eyes. "Don't...don't you love me?"

Namjoon cooed, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy to keep him seated on the students lap.

"Of course I love you, Yoongi! That's why I'm being careful like this! I love you so much, you're the only one who cares about me and loves me." He kissed the shocked doms nose.

"Then...why are you treating me like this?"

"Baby, you can earn your phone and car keys back once I see that I can trust you." Namjoon brushed back Yoongi's black hair, tucking the loose strands behind his ears. "I'm not a monster!" He laughed.

Yoongi blinked. "You don't trust me now? After everything...everything I've done for you?"

"You could leave me." Namjoon insisted. "The bet was the only thing keeping us together, the only thing making sure you couldn't walk away from me. But now that I won, I have this security for life. And after some time, if you show me I can trust you to not leave me, you can have your computer back."

He smiled, like that wasn't the scariest thing Yoongi had ever heard.

Yoongi shook his head, pushing against Namjoon's chest to get away from him. "What- I- Namjoon- no! No! You can't- that's fucking crazy! And you don't even have to do it! I already said I love you, wasn't that proof enough that I wouldn't leave you?!"

"I'm just being safe." Namjoon frowned. "Don't get angry with me."

"I am angry!" Yoongi hit his fists against the students chest. "Let me go! This isn't right- this isn't love! It's not good for you, despite what you think!"

"Who cares?" Namjoon snapped, grabbing the doms wrists in a tight grip.

Yoongi struggled to yank his hands back, but Namjoon was stronger. "Namjoon stop!"

"Who cares if it's love or not?" Namjoon rose up from the couch, yanking Yoongi against him. "It's what I want, and since I won, you can't do anything about it."

Yoongi resisted as Namjoon dragged him up the stairs, but it didn't help much. "Namjoon- stop! We need to talk about this, I promise I won't leave you!"

But Namjoon didn't believe him.

He opened Yoongi's bedroom door, tossing the dom inside.

Yoongi hit the floor and quickly pushed himself up, not knowing where to run with the door locked, maybe he could just hide in the bathroom until he could figure out what to do-

A sudden sharp pain jabbed the base of his neck and Yoongi gasped, knowing instantly what Namjoon had done.

He sank back to the floor, vision turning blurry and dark as his muscles went slack and weak.

Namjoon hovered over him, spinning the acupuncture needle around his fingers.

"You're right, Yoongi."

"You won't leave me."

"Because I won't allow it."

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Yoongi came back to his senses fairly quickly, having experience with acupuncture, and he could tell only about ten minutes had passed, give or take.

He was about to sit upright immediately, but he couldn't move himself the way he wanted to.

Confused, he glanced to his side, seeing his arm raised above his head, the same on the other side.

He raised his head off the pillow, seeing his ankles had been tied down too.

Angry, he thrashed around on the bed, trying to yank any limb free.

He gave up when he finally admitted he wasn't stronger than the chains holding him prisoner to the bed.

They were chains he had used on some clients who liked rough bondage, and the only way out of them was a small gold key Yoongi wore as a necklace during their sessions.

"Nhmjhn!" He shouted, and then realized was gagged too.

As if he had been waiting outside the door, Namjoon stepped inside.

He smiled, holding a plate of food. "You're up quick."

But all Yoongi was focusing on was the gold key hanging around the students neck.

Namjoon showed him the plate, a sandwich resting on it. "I had time to run to the store while you were out. I told you I would take care of the groceries."

Yoongi glared, not interested in the food.

Namjoon sighed, setting the plate aside as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Baby, I get you're upset now, but don't you see this is the best route for the both of us? I get to keep you, and if you're good for me, you get your privileges back. It's up to you to decide how fast that train goes, so don't be mad at me if you insist on lashing out like that and delaying progress."

Yoongi faced away from him, too angry to even look at the boy.

Namjoon knew Yoongi was frustrated and upset with him now, but in time he would come to learn.

He reached across the dom, hooking a finger around the cloth and yanking it down so Yoongi could speak.

"Can you look at me, baby?" Namjoon asked, rubbing the doms hip with a comforting hand.

"No." Yoongi glared at the opposite wall, snapping his hips out of Namjoon's touch.

Namjoon sighed, like he was dealing with a petulant toddler.

"Yoongi-"

"I don't want to hear your fucked up excuses!" Yoongi snapped. "This isn't love, and hearing you try to justify it makes me sick!"

Namjoon growled, his nails digging into the boys hip. "Listen to me, Yoongi. That's an order."

Yoongi continued to glare silently at the wall.

"The more you act like this, the longer it'll take for us to be happy." Namjoon explained. "You're not even trying to see my side!"

Yoongi shook his head, not having the words to argue anymore.

"Just leave me alone." He muttered.

Namjoon frowned.

He had expected anger, denial, even a little sadness from the dom at the loss of his old life.

But suddenly giving up?

It was like what Yoongi had done when he found out he couldn't end the bet and refused to dom Namjoon, even if it meant he would lose.

"Yoongi...are you shutting me out again?"

Panic overtook the student and he climbed onto the bed fully, burying himself against Yoongi's side.

"Please don't! I need you! I love you!" Namjoom cried, shaking as he clung to the tied up dom.

Yoongi sighed, finding it hard to be angry at the boy when he knew this all stemmed from Namjoon's past.

It didn't excuse his actions, he really needed help, but the part of Yoongi that loved Namjoon felt his heart crack for the crying boy.

He said nothing, and Namjoon cried himself to sleep against his side.