After school that day, Namjoon drove to Yoongi's like usual, parking and walking up to the front door.

Yoongi opened it after Namjoon knocked once, clearly waiting for him. "Baby."

"Pervert." Namjoon greeted, dropping his backpack to the floor with a stretch. "What are we doing today?"

"Nothing."

Namjoon was half way up the stairs when Yoongi's response finally clicked.

He stopped and spun around. "What? What do you mean nothing?"

"We're taking a break today." Yoongi said. "You can do your homework or take a nap."

Namjoon frowned, walking back down the stairs. "Is this because of what happened yesterday? I told you, I'm fine."

"Saying you're fine and actually being fine are two different things." Yoongi sat on the couch, turning on the TV. "Do you want a massage?"

Namjoon huffed, taking off his shirt as he headed over, laying over Yoongi's lap. "I'm seriously fine, Yoongi. You're more freaked out than I was."

"So you were freaked out."

Namjoon bit his tongue.

Yoongi sighed, gently rubbing his hands over the students back, feeling for knots. "You might be fine physically, but not mentally or emotionally."

"How would you know?" Namjoon argued, slightly muffled by the pillow he had grabbed and rested beneath his cheek, watching the TV show.

"Do you trust me?"

Namjoon was a little taken aback, but he nodded.

"Do you feel safe or comfortable with me?"

"Both."

"Do you want to quit the bet?"

"No!"

"Do you know you can talk to me?"

"Of course, stupid."

"You say all that, but then you won't tell me what it is that you thought of that made you so upset you had to say your safe word." Yoongi said, his hands still massaging the boys shoulder. "That's how I know you're not okay."

Namjoon was silent, hating how perceptive and good with words Yoongi was.

"It's fine that you won't tell me, dom won't pressure you." Yoongi leaned down, kissing Namjoon's hair. "But we won't be doing anything sexual again until you are ready to talk. If we aren't on the same page then that's a bad foundation. It's too dangerous to be physical if you feel you can't tell me something, baby. Honesty and trust comes first, always. And if that means we won't be doing anything together for a long time, then that's just fine. You can tell me when you're ready to tell me. There's no rush."

Namjoon stared at nothing, wishing he could just tell Yoongi everything now.

His fears, the app, his dinner date tonight...

He could just imagine it now; Yoongi not getting mad, holding his hand so gently and comfortingly, listening intently and nodding supportively, making them tea, having a true conversation with no judgement, being honest, and then coming to a peaceful resolution after.

But his stubborn mouth stayed shut, too worried to express to Yoongi why he had freaked out.

How could he admit it to Yoongi when he couldn't even admit it to himself first?

Yoongi finished a few minutes later, patting Namjoon's back lightly to signal him to get up.

Namjoon did, pulling his shirt back on. He sighed in relief as he stretched his arms, always feeling better after Yoongi rubbed the knots out. "Thanks."

"Of course baby."

"I still want to do something with you." Namjoon added.

Yoongi opened his mouth, and Namjoon quickly leaned in, slapping his hands over the dom's mouth to shush him.

"It doesn't have to be sexual, I just don't want to sit around for an hour doing nothing." He explained, removing his hands. "And don't say that I could do my homework, because no."

Yoongi smiled, forever endeared by his stubborn baby. "Okay, sweetheart. I had some errands I was going to do after this anyways, we could get them done now if you want."

Namjoon nodded. He didn't know what errands Yoongi had to run, but it didn't matter.

Yoongi grabbed his car keys and they were gone.

-

"What are we doing here?" Namjoon asked as they went to a scent store.

"Picking up." Yoongi hummed, squeezing Namjoon's hand before letting it go and heading up to the counter.

While he talked to the employee, Namjoon browsed the rows of perfumes and colognes, wrinkling his nose at the strong scents.

He looked over at Yoongi, who was being handed a small paper bag.

He hurried over, peering inside it while Yoongi pulled out his wallet.

"Is this the cologne you wear?" Namjoon asked, inspecting the tall black bottle.

"It is."

"I want one." Namjoon declared.

Yoongi chuckled. "You don't wear anything but deodorant."

"I want a bottle of your stuff." Namjoon scowled. "Smells good."

"Why don't you pick out any other bottle here then?" Yoongi swept his arm out, gesturing to all the various products. "They all smell good too."

Namjoon glared, knowing that Yoongi knew fully why Namjoon wanted his cologne specifically.

"Just buy it for me, asshole."

Yoongi smirked, and Namjoon knew if they weren't in public, he would have kissed the boys nose.

"Of course, baby." Yoongi handed the employee his card again.

-

They walked out, with Namjoon spritzing a little of the cologne on his inner wrists, smelling the familiar comforting scent with a please sigh.

"Happy, baby?" Yoongi teased as they walked.

"Shut up."

A store caught Namjoon's eye, making him halt in place.

Yoongi stopped too, looking through the window at the shop. "Did you want to go in?"

Namjoon scoffed. "Why would I want to go into a costume store?"

"For the costumes, dumbass."

Before Namjoon could kick him, Yoongi stepped inside.

Scowling, Namjoon followed him in.

"What was the outfit that caught your eye?" Yoongi hummed.

"None of them!"

Yoongi looked around, seeing the dressed up mannequins that were up front. It had to be one of those, and he headed over to them.

"Was it the cat costume, the maid, or the cheerleader?" He asked and Namjoon's face flushed.

"None! Let's just leave-"

"Excuse me, miss." Yoongi caught the attention of a store worker. "Can I get one of each of these costumes? Medium size for all, thanks." He handed her his card.

As she walked off to do so, Namjoon grabbed Yoongi's arm tightly. "What the hell, pervert?"

"I could've guessed which one you wanted but why not just get them all?" Yoongi smiled. "We both know you'll look good in all of them."

"I don't want to wear any girls outfits!" Namjoon hissed lowly.

"That's a lie, your closet is full of skirts and panties, sub."

"Here you are!" She gave him three bags and his card back.

"Give me that!" Namjoon made to snatched the bags but Yoongi darted away with a laugh.

"Pervert!" Namjoon chased him out of the store. "Give me those!"

"Now you're begging me for them?" Yoongi called over his shoulder as he ran. "You're more desperate than I thought!"

Namjoon fought a smile as he chased Yoongi out of the mall and into the parking lot, his anxious thoughts momentarily forgotten.

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