Jimin whined as he looked at himself in the full length mirror hating every outfit he chose. "I hate them all" he whined out loud to Namjoon as he peeked his head out to see the man sitting in a chair facing the curtain.

"Want me to find a few outfits?" He suggested to which the younger nodded and hid in the dressing room again removing the garments he had put on. He sat down crossing his arms and legs looking very much pouty.

Namjoon walked into the dressing room shutting the curtain and stopped looking at the boy in nothing but his tight fitting boxers. He looked back at the clothes in his hands and held them out showing them to him. "I think these would look good" he said "but the real fashion king would be Tae" he said hanging them up on the hooks.

Jimin continued to pout as he stood and walked over to the clothes and began putting them on for the elder who watched silently. Jimin could feel his eyes on him but was at peace. He didn't feel threatened or swallowed up.

"What about this one?" He asked turning from the mirror to the man who had now taken a seat within the dressing room. "Lovely" he said staring at him from head to toe.

Jimin visibly flushed as he looked down at himself. "Ok fine let's just buy this I'm done shopping" he decided.

"Wear it out I'll pay" he said walking over to him and leaning down his hand gently on the curve of his neck. "Come our when you're ready" he whispered walked away with a long look into his eyes.

Once the curtain drape fell closed he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. This man was so kind and seemed like he truly cared for him in a way he had never been cared for. He decided to leave the pajamas he wore in and walked out finding Namjoon. He quickly slipped his hand into the elders before he could reject it and started tugging on him. "Let's go eat ice cream" he said with a grin.

Chuckling Namjoon pulled the boy to a stop "ok but first we have to go to that meeting Yoongi wanted you to go to" he said breaking the boys good mood.

His smile dropped as he stared at him his bottom lip getting stuck between his teeth as he let his hand fall limp in Joons hand as he pulled it back and crossed his arms looking down at the ground. "I don't want to" he whispered so sadly that he took pity.

"I won't leave you if that's what you're worried, but this is very important to Yoongi" he said trying to reason with the upset boy as he placed an arm around him.

"Did you hang out with me just so I would go to the meeting? Is that why you made me get a new outfit?" He asked turning to look at him with his brows furrowed rather angrily.

"No, absolutely not. Though you're going to go to the meeting whether you want to or not I was just asking to be nice" he told him making sure he knew that despite his kindness he was still in charge.

Jimin pushed his arm off him hard. "Fine fucking take me then and don't fucking touch me" he said seriously as he crossed his arms not looking at the shocked face.

Namjoon cleared his voice and nodded "follow me then" he said and started walking keeping a close eye on the boy in case he decided to bolt. They came up to a car and he opened the door letting the younger get in coming nearly face to face with Yoongi before he ducked into the back completely ignoring whatever he was saying.

Staring straight ahead he watched Yoongi glance back at him before looking and Namjoon. "Who but him in a sour mood?" He asked.

"You first and then I got him happier and now he is pissy because he has to be here" Namjoon explained.

"Oh yeah just talk about the prisoner like he isn't here. Oh wait you don't treat him like a human so he doesn't count as a person so you get to do whatever you want to him hmm?" He said with mock joy as he stared at the two.

Yoongi looked back at him with disbelief as he pinched his nose. "We should have drugged him like I said"

"Oh my god no Yoongi we can't drug everyone" Namjoon said reaching over and rubbing both of the elders shoulders. "It will be ok"

"I'm gonna fucking beat his ass" he grumbled.

"Oh like when you hit me earlier today?" He asked pointing to the mark. Not letting go of his attitude. He was through with this. He was kidnapped for fucks sake.

Yoongi suddenly reached back grabbing him by his hair and pulled him close to his face as he struggled with tiny grunts as he tried to get free of the furious man. "You have absolutely no idea what I can do" he said calmly though his grip said something else as his scalp burned "so shut your fucking mouth. Save it for sucking faces with Joon don't think I didn't know about that, my baby boy tells me everything" he said humiliating the boy who seemed to break as he gave up struggling and just openly wept.

"Yoongi stop, control yourself" Namjoon said softly.

He let go of Jimin and he curled up in the back of the car crying. He just wanted to go home. He wanted to have his momma pet his head and tell him he was gonna be ok just like when he was younger and sick.

"Jimin we're here. Your grandpa is in the meeting room but you will not be able to escape so don't try anything" Yoongi said standing outside the car leaning in.

He croaked out a soft ok and followed behind him like an obedient puppy lost of any emotion. He was nobody. He felt like nobody as he realized he wasn't leaving alive.

"Cheer up" Namjoon said softly.

"Go fuck yourself" he said back not even sparing him a glance as he walked faster than him catching up with Yoongi's strides so he wouldn't have to be anywhere near the traitor. At least Yoongi was honest to him.