"What are we doing today, pervert?" Namjoon asked, dropping his heavy backpack to the floor inside Yoongi's foyer.

Yoongi reached up, massaging the boys tense shoulders. "You should let me work out the knots in your back again. Didn't I tell you you should be getting a massage at least once a week?"

"Yeah, don't you know I just ignore you?" Namjoon reminded him.

Yoongi sighed, swatting Namjoon's ass lightly. "Go lay down, baby. Dom will give you a massage."

Namjoon was halfway up the stairs, mid rant about how Yoongi was just a pervert who wanted to rub his hands all over Namjoon, where there came a loud pounding at the door.

They both stopped, surprised.

"Who's that?" Namjoon asked suspiciously.

Yoongi couldn't have any of his clients over, it would break their contract.

Yoongi was frowning, equally confused.

He walked to the door while Namjoon watched.

"Yoongi," the man at the door smiled as he looked the little dom over. "You're looking well."

"Caine." Yoongi went still, his voice clipped. "What are you doing here?"

"You don't sound happy to see me." Caine guilt tripped.

"I'm busy right now." Yoongi closed the door halfway.

Caine looked over Yoongi's shoulder, seeing Namjoon hovering on the stairs. "Oh. I see. I didn't mean to interrupt."

"It's fine, just email me later." Yoongi made to close the door, and Namjoon jolted back in shock when the man's hand shot forward, blocking the door.

"I have. And called and texted. You don't answer, so I'm here to say this face to face."

Namjoon didn't like the tone in the mans voice and he quickly hurried down the steps.

"Yoongi, what's going on?"

"Go upstairs, Namjoon." Yoongi didn't turn to face him. "I'll just be a minute."

"Yeah kid, let the adults chat, okay?" Caine looked him over, and Namjoon felt slime from the mans eyeballs, scowling at him. "Go fingerpaint."

"Namjoon, seriously. Go upstairs." Yoongi said in a tone he never used on the student and it took the boy by surprise.

"Who is he?" Namjoon refused to be pushed aside. This guy was three times the size of the little dom, and even though Namjoon was certain Yoongi knew self defense, and the man was probably not going to do anything dangerous in broad daylight, he wanted to stay by Yoongi's side. Just in case.

Yoongi sighed. "Just a second, Caine."

He shut the door and whirled around to face Namjoon, a look in his eyes that Namjoon hadn't seen before.

"Go to my room or your room and stay there until I get back." He said lowly. "I don't want to order you or punish you, but I'm serious about this, Namjoon. Go upstairs. Now."

Namjoon opened his mouth to argue, glaring and huffing as excuses sprang to his mind, but Yoongi's look never wavered and the student groaned, turning around stomping up the stairs, grumbling loud enough for Yoongi to hear.

Yoongi waited until Namjoon turned down the hallway, out of sight, and crossed his arms, waiting.

Three seconds later, Namjoon peeked around the corner.

"Namjoon." Yoongi growled, tapping his fingertip against his arm.

"I just wanna know who he is!" Namjoon protested.

Yoongi snapped his fingers and pointed back up the stairs, glaring.

"Ugh!" Namjoon retreated, and Yoongi waited a full minute after he heard the door slam shut before walking back to the front door and opening it.

"Sorry about that, let's talk outside." He stepped out and shut the door behind him.

-

Namjoon stood up on his knees at the window in his room, hearing muffled voices below him.

He could tell the two were talking just below him, but he couldn't make out exact words, just hear the difference in pitch.

He slowly raised his fingers up to the window, pushing it up oh so slowly, praying for it to not creak and alert them.

He raised it just an inch or two, just enough to let the wind carry their conversation up to him.

"...shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry..."

"...just forget it. Don't want to..."

"...over again, what do you say?"

"...didn't work out. I told you..."

Was this dude an exboyfriend of Yoongi's? An ex fiancé?

Namjoon dared to open the window a little, trying to stay out of its frame as he cupped a hand around his ear to hear better.

"I won't do that ever again, I promise." The man was saying, sounding like he was trying to convince Yoongi of something. "You didn't deserve that."

Yoongi sighed deeply. "It's not just that, Caine."

"Then what else? I can compromise! Come on, you're a soft dom, give me a second chance!"

What were they talking about?

Namjoon hated not knowing things.

He dared to stand up, back flat against the wall as he turned his head to peer out the window.

Yoongi had his arms crossed over his chest, but it looked more defensive than angry.

The man stood a little too close to the dom for Namjoon's liking. He looked to be a few inches taller than Namjoon, with a similar build. He wore a tight half sleeve black shirt, with a low V neck and matching capri's. His dark hair was swept back, with a few strands falling over one blue eye in a perfect curl.

In Yoongi's driveway, parked next to Namjoon's car, was a sleek black luxury sports car.

Namjoon couldn't tell the brand name from up here, but he could tell it was expensive, just like the watch the man wore on his wrist.

"It wouldn't be just a second chance, remember? We tried multiple times to make us work." Yoongi shook his head. "We just aren't a good fit. I do hope you find somebody to fit your needs, but it's not me. Don't come by again."

He turned to head back inside and Namjoon smirked, pleased Yoongi had told this obvious douchedick off.

His smirk vanished quickly, however, when the man shot his hand out, grabbing Yoongi's arm.

Namjoon barely refrained from leaning out the window and throwing his whole bed at him.

"We just won't do that stuff anymore!" Caine insisted, pulling Yoongi back. "Come on, I'll pay you triple this time, baby."

Baby?!

Yoongi was not this man's baby- Namjoon was Yoongi's baby.

Yoongi's hand clenched in a fist as he subtly tried to pull his arm back. "Caine-"

"Look babe," Caine sighed deeply like Yoongi was acting difficult and pulled Yoongi to face him fully, stepping closer and raising his hand up to brush Yoongi's bangs out of his eyes, revealing the doms glare. "I shouldn't have done that, I know. I shouldn't have left you alone in that mess, but I've learned from that experience. I made myself better so we can be better."

"I don't want to talk about it." Yoongi muttered, looking away.

"Good, let's just forget all about it and start again!" The man beamed, and Namjoon scowled at him.

If Namjoon had said he didn't want to talk about something, he knew Yoongi would respect that and comfort him, letting him go to the dom on his own time to eventually get it off his chest.

But this asshole just swept Yoongi's pain under the rug like it had no validation.

The boy growled in anger, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

"I got a new car," Caine boasted, gesturing to it. "Let's go for a ride, babe. I'll show both of you off."

Yoongi yanked his arm free and stepped back. "No."

Caine chuckled. "Babe, don't be difficult, okay? I can see it's gunna take more than a Mercedes Benz SLS AMG Black Series with a V8 engine," he looked at Yoongi, as if trying to win him over, and saw Yoongi's unimpressed glare, "to get you back on board with me, but that's okay. I'm patient, you'll see. I told you I changed."

"You haven't." Yoongi said firmly.

The man let out a deep sigh. "Well it doesn't seem like you did any self improvement either. You wouldn't even try to do what I wanted!"

"Yes I did!" Yoongi flared and Namjoon was shocked to see the dom lash out like that. "I told you over and over again I couldn't do that, but you wouldn't respect that and kept pushing and insisting and so we did it a-and-"

Namjoon's breath caught when Yoongi stuttered, shocked to his core.

The cool, calm and collected dom never got fazed.

Yoongi cut himself off by taking a deep breath, taking another step away from the man to get himself together again. "I said no, Caine. Just go."

The man sighed. "I said sorry, Yoongi."

"I know. Just go now."

Namjoon watched as the man turned and climbed back in his car. The engine roared to life with enough volume to shatter the sound barrier, and peeled out of Yoongi's driveway with a screech before racing off down the street.

The dom inhaled deeply once the car was out of sight and earshot, cracking his neck a few times to loosen up, and exhaled slowly, before heading back inside.

Namjoon scrambled away from the window, climbing onto his bed as his mind raced.

A minute later the door opened and Yoongi stepped inside, two small bottles of some clear liquid in his hand.

"Sorry that took so long, baby." Yoongi hummed, looking like his normal, strong self.

If Namjoon hadn't witnessed the whole scene he never would have even guessed the dom had cracked for the briefest of moments.

"I didn't mean for him to take up so much of our time." Yoongi sat on the edge of the bed and held out the two bottles. "Which massage oil would you like? There's vanilla and lavender."

"Who was he?" Namjoon asked.

"Nobody. Lay down, sweetheart."

"He called you baby."

Yoongi sighed, finally accepting Namjoon wasn't going to let this go. "Yes. He did."

"Why?"

"Because he did. Will you please lay down for dom?"

"What was he talking about? Who is he? What did he keep insisting you to do?"

"Namjoon- drop it." Yoongi's voice took on a warning tone but Namjoon ignored it.

"Is he an ex boyfriend?" Namjoon pushed. "An ex client?"

"It's none of your business. Just lay down so I can help you."

"You're the one that needs help! You almost lost it out there!"

Yoongi tensed, grip tightening on the bottles. "I told you not to spy." He forced himself to relax with a long exhale. "Just...let me take care of you, okay?"

"Take care of me? When that man clearly made you uncomfortable and grabbed you? You can't even take care of yourself!"

Yoongi stood up abruptly, the bottles falling to the carpet as he stormed a few paces away.

Namjoon flinched at the sudden action. It was so...un-Yoongi-like. He watched as Yoongi exhaled softly, finger tips pressed over his eyes as his other arm crossed over his abdomen, shaking his head at whatever was running through his mind.

Namjoon felt a wave of guilt crash over him. He hadn't meant to push Yoongi, he just wanted to know.

He slid off the bed, heart pounding as he padded over to the little dom.

Raising his arms, he draped himself over Yoongi, hugging him tightly, trapping Yoongi's arms between them.

Yoongi paused, pulled out of his thoughts, and raised his head. "Namjoon-"

"I want the vanilla one." Namjoon said softly. "Please."

Yoongi was unmoving for a few moments, before he wrestled his arms free and sighed, pulling Namjoon even closer and tightened their embrace.

"Of course, baby." Yoongi kissed the boys neck, smiling a little when Namjoon twitched at the spark on his sensitive spot.

The student pulled back and yanked off his shirt as he climbed back onto the bed. He kicked off his pants and laid on his front, grabbing a pillow to make himself comfy.

He felt the bed dip behind him as Yoongi climbed on, and heard a cap flick open.

Yoongi focused on pouring the right amount of massage oil onto his palm, focused everything on taking care of Namjoon, and nothing else.

Namjoon listened to the silence as Yoongi placed his warm hands on his shoulders, gently kneading the tense muscles there, the scent of vanilla between them.

Normally he would be complaining loudly about something or other, being difficult for Yoongi and calling him an asshole, but it didn't seem...right...to do any of that now.

He could tell Yoongi just wanted to distract himself by giving him a massage, so he laid still for the dom, keeping his mouth shut.

But not for long, because he was Namjoon.

"I feel like I should be taking care of you right now." He mumbled as he stared at the wall in front of him.

Yoongi chuckled and Namjoon relaxed a little when he heard that.

"I don't need to be taken care of, baby. But thank you. My sweet baby sub."

"That man rattled you. And then I pushed you. You should be the one getting a massage right now."

Yoongi smiled, sliding his hands down the boys smooth, slick skin. "I'm okay, sweetheart. Taking care of my cute baby is all I need. Makes me feel happy and calm."

Namjoon bet that was true.

"I'm...sorry."

"Don't be, sweetheart."

"I shouldn't have spied."

"I knew you were going to anyways."

"I shouldn't have demanded answers."

"You're a curious baby."

"Who was he?"

Yoongi slid his hand up to the boys neck, squeezing gently as he leaned down to nuzzle at the students ear. "Shh, baby. No more questions about him or dom will have to gag his naughty little sub."

Namjoon went silent, thinking as Yoongi straightened up, working on the boys lower back.

-

Yoongi finished just as their watches went off, signaling the end of their time together for today.

Yoongi capped the bottle and slid off the bed. "You should wait a few minutes before putting your clothes on, so the oil can dry." He called as he wiped his hands off with a towel.

Namjoon, half asleep, didn't reply.

Yoongi noticed with a fond half smile as he walked back.

He crouched beside the boys head, where Namjoon's cheek was squished against the pillow, mouth slightly open as he slept.

Yoongi reached a hand out, running it through the boys soft hair lovingly. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the boys little nose, smelling vanilla.

Namjoon stirred, scrunching his nose with a little huff. "...'gi."

"Yes baby?" Yoongi hummed, pressing their foreheads together.

Namjoon reached out, grabbing the doms shirt. "Sleep."

Yoongi couldn't say no to his baby, so he climbed into bed beside the boy, pulling the blanket over them both so Namjoon wouldn't get cold.

The boy sighed when Yoongi held him close, nuzzling his face in the doms chest, relaxing and falling asleep.

Yoongi stared off at nothing as he slowly pet Namjoon's hair, listening to the boys even breathing.

Flashes of memories he wanted to forget shot by in his mind and he shivered.

Namjoon frowned in his sleep, squeezing Yoongi tighter.

The dom looked down at him with a smile, pressing a kiss to the boys hair.

Distracted by Namjoon, the dom finally drifted off too.

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ahhhh, finally. Plot 😌

Yall: take care of urself on ur hiatus! or else!

Me, snorting Tylenol: 👁👄👁

bruh I love this redo story so much better than the original

im starting to hate the original now tbh, compared to this one oops