Namjoon said nothing, cheek resting on his drawn up knees as he stared into the fire, arms still chained behind himself, and Yoongi decided it was best to let him be for now.

He checked the time, seeing they still had a few hours before the man would be awake. He dreaded having to put Namjoon back in the cage, but they would have to do it eventually, or else they would both get in huge trouble.

He for one, had had enough of the mans punishments. His pale skin was littered with bruises, all in various stages of healing. Thinking about them made him draw the long sleeves of his sweater down over his hands.

Yoongi felt horrible, crushing guilt at his confession, and he risked a look at the kidnapped pornstar.

Namjoon was gazing at the fire, and Yoongi wondered what he was thinking.

The bright flame flickered, casting a warm glow on the boys tan skin. His dragon eyes glittered, reflecting the smoldering embers.

He was really pretty, and Yoongi blushed, quickly averting his gaze. His hands fidgeted in his lap. He swallowed hard.

Part of him wanted to scoot closer to the boy, offer some comfort and place his arm around the boys broad shoulders, but the other part of him thought the boy probably wanted to be alone right now.

And a dark part of Yoongi thought that Namjoon hated him.

"Do you want any more water?" He murmured after a few more minutes of silence.

Namjoon didn't reply, still gazing into the fire, and Yoongi was about to ask again, when the boy finally nodded.

Eager to help, Yoongi quickly rolled off the couch, hurrying to the kitchen to refill the glass.

Trying not to let his hands shake, Yoongi sat back down on the couch, closer to Namjoon this time, and held up the glass to help him drink.

It was quiet in the room, other than the sound of the crackling fire, and Yoongi hoped the boy couldn't hear how loud his heart was beating.

He held the glass up to the boys mouth, admiring how pretty and pink and plush his lips were as he helped Namjoon drink.

"Do you want anything else to eat?" He asked quietly.

Namjoon shook his head.

Yoongi leaned against the couch, staring at the curve of Namjoon's bent legs. The outfit on the boy covered nothing, letting Yoongi take in every inch of his beautiful tan skin. He knew he shouldn't objectify the boy, especially not after what he had just been through, but he couldn't seem to take his eyes away.

Namjoon was just...beautiful.

Yoongi wanted to help him, to protect him, but he couldn't.

He felt small. Worthless. Weak. Just like how Holden and Vylette always told him he was.

But Namjoon didn't think that. He had smiled at Yoongi and called him brave.

He risked a glance at the boy again, desperate to do something to help him, even if it was something small.

"I...I have some lotion." He stammered out. "If you want, I could give it to you. To help with the rope burns."

Namjoon finally looked at him, stealing Yoongi's breath away.

"I would have a hard time putting it on." He muttered, sounding tired as he tugged on his chained hands.

"I could put it on for you!" Yoongi didn't mean to blurt it out. "I mean, only if you wanted me to, of course. I promise I'm not like them, I wouldn't touch you anywhere without your permission..." He bit his lip, heart pounding. "I...I just want to help you...in a way that I can."

Namjoon looked at him for a few long moments, before finally looking back at the fire.

"Okay." He finally mumbled, voice soft.

Yoongi quickly scrambled off the couch, hurrying as quietly as he could to his bedroom. He slowed, checking the adults bedroom for any noise.

It was quiet inside, and Yoongi quickly went to his bedroom and grabbed the bottle he had bought specifically for this reason. He grabbed a washcloth as well and ran it under the faucet of his bathroom sink.

When he came back downstairs, Namjoon was still on the couch, and Yoongi realized he could have made a huge mistake in leaving the boy alone. But Namjoon hadn't made a run for it, and Yoongi felt a strange mix of emotions.

Relief, respect, more guilt.

"I'm sorry that I don't have the key." Yoongi whispered in the still room, nodding at the chains.

Namjoon shrugged. "That's the least of my worries right now."

Yoongi bit his lip and nodded.

"It would be better if you laid down on the carpet, on your front." Yoongi pretended that opening the lotion cap took all of his focus so that he didn't have to look at the boy.

Namjoon slid off the couch, wincing at the pain in his ass as he slowly settled himself on the floor. He rested his cheek on the carpet, gazing into the fire again.

Yoongi sat on his shins beside the boy, holding up the washcloth. "Do you mind if I use this too? I just thought you might feel a little better if you were clean as well."

Namjoon just nodded, and Yoongi didn't waste any time in scrubbing the sweat off the boys pretty skin.

After that was done, Yoongi focused on squirting a small amount of the white cream onto his palm.

"Sorry if it's cold," he murmured, before applying it to the boys arm. He felt the strong muscle there as he rubbed the lotion into the boys skin and blushed.

They were both silent as Yoongi worked, Namjoon clearly lost in his thoughts, and Yoongi didn't want to disturb him.

He did the other arm, and then Namjoon's back, feeling the indentations from where the restraints had been a bit too tight.

"Is it...is it okay if I do your legs?" He asked softly.

Namjoon tensed, his legs pressing together.

"I won't." Yoongi quickly closed the lotion bottle. "Sorry I asked."

Feeling stupid, Yoongi quickly rose to his feet to check the time again.

They had about three hours left before Yoongi would have to put Namjoon back in the cage before Holden woke up and came down.

"You can sleep if you want." Yoongi said, pulling the blanket off the couch and draping it over Namjoon. "I'll wake you up when...it's time."

Namjoon seemed to understand what Yoongi meant by that, and looked away.

Yoongi gave him a pillow as well, then scooted away a bit to give the boy some space. He wasn't sure if Namjoon would even fall asleep, considering everything, but a few minutes later, the boys eyes fluttered shut as exhaustion took over.

Yoongi watched as the boy slept, conflicted, as the fire glowed over them both.

-

Namjoon hadn't realized he had fallen asleep until he was being shaken awake.

"I'm sorry, I have to." Yoongi whispered, sounding worried.

It took a few moments for Namjoon to become fully coherent again and realize what he meant.

He had to get back in that hell hole.

Terror took over for a moment and Namjoon bit his lip to stop himself from blurting out loud hysterics.

It would be worse if the male came down and saw Namjoon out. They all knew what the man was capable of. Yoongi would get in trouble too. But the idea of being locked in that small, painful cage with all those restraints on him made Namjoon feel like having a panic attack.

Yoongi could see how affected the boy was by this news.

He was unsure if he should say this or not, but then decided he should at least offer it.

"If...if it would be easier...I know where he keeps his needles. The ones that hold that...knockout drug thing..." He started out, testing Namjoon's reaction. "So you wouldn't have to feel anything. Because...I would have to turn that machine back on...the drug would last for a few hours."

He could see the fear reflected in Namjoon's eyes as his mind raced.

Namjoon reluctantly nodded.

He didn't think he would be able to let himself get locked in that cage again without screaming.

Yoongi quickly hurried away again, trusting Namjoon to be alone as he went to fetch the needles.

He had to do it slowly, as they were located in a small case in the adults bedroom.

"He'll probably shut it off when he comes down." Yoongi explained as he walked back, holding a few of them in his hands. "He gets up early for his work, I think it's like construction, or something. I don't really know, they don't tell me things. I just know he gets back pretty early. The woman works in an office, she gets up later and gets home later."

He sat down beside the boy again, showing him the three needles that were filled with a clear liquid. "He'll notice if one is missing, so I'll have to use a tiny bit from each of these instead." He winced. "I'm sorry that means you'll have to get pinched three times."

"Least of my worries." Namjoon managed to get out, voice shaky as he stared at the needles.

Yoongi nodded, setting two down as he held up the third. He pressed the tip to Namjoon's thigh and pressed his thumb down on the plunger, sending a little bit of the liquid into the boys veins.

Namjoon tried to block everything out, tried to pretend he was at home, getting ready to sleep in his own bed.

Another pinch.

People knew he was missing, these psycho's couldn't keep him here forever.

Another pinch.

"There." Yoongi murmured. "It works pretty fast. I can wait until you're...asleep, before I-"

"No." Namjoon shook his head. "It'll be hard for you to move me if I'm dead weight. Do it now. I'll try to help."

Yoongi was surprised at the boys courage and selflessness. He nodded, growing more respect for the boy. "Okay. If you're sure."

He helped Namjoon stand, both of them wincing when Namjoon hissed softly in pain, and guided the chained boy back to the cage.

Namjoon made it a point to ignore the unplugged machine, not wanting to even look at it.

"I'm sorry," Yoongi kept repeating as he helped Namjoon back into the uncomfortable cage. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Namjoon felt his limbs and eyelids growing heavy as Yoongi retied the ropes that Holden had set up earlier. Tired, he opened his mouth slightly so Yoongi could slip a rope back in there, tying it behind the boys head.

"I'm sorry..."

The spreader bar was rechained to his ankles, as was the rope around Namjoon's neck.

Namjoon felt himself drifting into a place that dark and void of feeling as the drugs kicked in.

Yoongi appeared in his darkening vision, blindfold in his hand.

The boy was frowning, and tears threatened to fall from his cat shaped eyes. Yoong reached in, grabbing Namjoon's arm tightly. He held the boy until Namjoon's eyes closed, breathing evening out, before sadly retying the blindfold.

He waited an extra minute to make sure Namjoon was out and wouldn't feel anything before reluctantly scooting back to the front of the cage.

Yoongi knew Holden hadn't given the boy any lube, and he felt angry tears race down his cheeks. Why would he be so mean to someone as beautiful (inside and out) as Namjoon?

Yoongi didn't have any lube, but he did have the lotion. He bit his lip, however, knowing he didn't have Namjoon's permission to touch him. But the boy was unconscious, and wouldn't know. It would help him out. And Yoongi wanted to help.

Hurrying to the kitchen, he grabbed down a box of gloves that Vylette used sometimes when cooking with spicy foods and pulled on a pair. He squirted some lotion onto his hand as he walked back, knowing he had to hurry to make it back into his own bed before Holden woke up.

His heart was hammering in his chest, as he had never done anything like this before, especially not with someone like Namjoon. Still, he reached a shaky hand out, grabbing the lingerie and pulled it out of the way, so that his slicked hand could press a finger into Namjoon's tight heat. It was something Yoongi hadn't felt before, and he told himself to not play and to just get it done quickly. He stretched the boy out a little, hoping it would be enough to not cause him any pain, and reached in deep, wanting to coat enough lotion everywhere to help him.

After a minute, he retracted his hand and reluctantly grabbed the dildo that sat on the rod of the machine, lining it up with the boys hole. He pushed it in slowly, hoping the angle was okay, before turning it on.

The machine roared to life, slamming into the boy at the fast pace that Holden had set, and Yoongi jumped, quickly turning it down a few notches. He knew that was dangerous, that Holden might realize something was up, but Yoongi didn't have it in him to do that to Namjoon.

He stood up quickly, turned off the lights and the fireplace, and made sure everything looked like how it should, before hurrying back up the stairs to return the needles to their case that the adults kept under their bed, and threw away the gloves.

Yoongi crawled into bed just as he heard a door creak open.

The man was awake.

Yoongi closed his eyes shut tightly, hoping the man wouldn't come into his room again.

But he knew that the man wouldn't; not when he had something brand new and a lot more fun downstairs.

Yoongi could only hope that the man would leave Namjoon alone, at least for this morning.

The late hour finally caught up to him, and despite all his worrying, Yoongi fell asleep with Namjoon clouding his every thought.