Namjoon took a few minutes to wake up, slowly blinking his eyes open as his vision gradually became less blurry and more focused.

All at once, he remembered where he was and panicked, sitting up as much as he could in the small cage- nearly hitting his head on the roof. He felt something soft and fluffy under him, and he was confused when he looked down to see a blanket. Some pillows had been stuffed in the cage as well and Namjoon wondered if Yoongi had done that. He hoped the boy hadn't gotten in trouble for his kindness.

"Oh, you're awake." A soft voice said, and Namjoon snapped his head over to the stairs, seeing Yoongi stepping off the last one.

"Good morning." The boy said, crouching down to be more eye level with Namjoon. "Are you...how are you?"

Namjoon looked around, wondering where the two adults were. "Where...where are those two?"

"They're both at work." Yoongi said. "We have a couple hours until the man gets back. He always gets home first, around four."

He grabbed the padlock that kept the cage door shut. "He always takes the key with him, but I know where he keeps the spare." He pulled a small silver key out of his pocket, unlocking the cage and opened the door.

"Did you put this stuff in here?" Namjoon questioned as he crawled out, stretching now that he finally had room to.

Yoongi shook his head. "The man did."

Namjoon suddenly didn't want the blanket and pillows in there, feeling sick that he had even used them, despite being unconscious for it.

"I got you some food and water." Yoongi said, walking to the kitchen.

Namjoon followed him, arms wrapped around himself. He felt cold and exposed in the sheer lingerie, and wished he had his old clothes back. Not to mention how embarrassing it was to be dressed like this- like a fucking sex toy-, and every time Yoongi looked at him Namjoon felt his cheeks heat up in the short skirt that showed off half his ass.

Yoongi glanced over his shoulder and noticed the boys discomfort.

"Do you want to eat while I get you something else to wear?" The smaller boy asked. "I know we aren't the same size, but I have some large sweatshirts that should fit you." He frowned. "I don't think I can give you any pants, though. I'm a lot smaller than you, I'm sorry."

Namjoon smiled softly. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize for that. I appreciate whatever you can give me."

Yoongi blushed and nodded. He pulled out a chair for the boy, in front of the plate of pancakes he had made while Namjoon was asleep, and the bottles of water he had set up. "Take your time, I'll be right back with some clothes." He hurried and raced away.

Although Namjoon was tempted to eat, he looked around instead.

After a few moments of thought, he went over to one of the large windows in the living room. Pulling the curtain aside, he carefully peered outside.

It was startling how normal the neighborhood outside was. Nice houses, green lawns and blooming flowers as far as Namjoon could see. For some reason, he had been expecting a dirty, seedy neighborhood in the slums somewhere, but this revelation was shocking and disturbing.

Yoongi slowed when he came down the stairs and saw Namjoon looking out the window.

He paused for a moment, heart pounding as he wondered what the boy was about to do. Bang on the windows and scream for help? He hoped not, it wouldn't work and would just set off the alarm the man had set up.

After a few moments, Namjoon let go of the curtain and turned away. He noticed a figure and was startled, until he saw it was just Yoongi.

"I found some things." Yoongi held up the bundle of clothes. "I got you some real underwear too, if you want. I promise it's clean. I don't know what size you wear, but hopefully it'll work."

"Thanks." Namjoon reluctantly walked away from the window and accepted the clothes Yoongi was holding out to him.

With relish, he yanked the bra off over his head and dropped it to the floor, glad to have it off. He grabbed the sweatshirt and felt the soft fabric between his fingers. It was a large hoodie, though it was a little bit tight on Namjoon as he pulled it on over his muscles, but he didn't care. It felt so nice to be covered that he could have cried.

"Here." Yoongi handed him the boxers, turning away and covering his eyes.

Namjoon smiled again at how cute the boy was, before sliding the skirt and panties down. He stepped out of them and pulled on the boxers. To his surprise, they fit pretty well.

Though the hoodie normally came to mid thigh on Yoongi, on Namjoon it didn't cover him fully, stopping at his hips. But Namjoon didn't care that much since only Yoongi was here, and he had already seen much more of Namjoon exposed before.

"Thank you." Namjoon said sincerely as he sat down at the table. "For everything."

Yoongi gave him a soft, encouraging smile. "Thank you for not hating me, despite this all being my fault."

"No." Namjoon shook his head immediately. "I'm glad you stood up for yourself, you never should've had to go through that. None of this was ever your fault. Those people are just fucked up, and someday they'll pay for what they've been doing."

Yoongi just nodded, eyes shiny.

"Wait, aren't you supposed to be at school?" Namjoon asked, cracking open a bottled water.

"I'm skipping." Yoongi stated proudly. "To be with you at home instead. My friend is covering for me."

Namjoon froze. "Aren't you going to get in trouble?"

"I don't think so, I trust my friend. And there aren't any cameras here, the man doesn't want footage of his crimes to accidentally get out or something." Yoongi sat beside him.

Despite having anxiety on Yoongi's behalf, Namjoon was grateful the boy was taking this risk to be with him. He would have gone crazy if he had been alone in that cage all day.

While Namjoon ate, Yoongi grabbed his backpack and set it on the table. Unzipping it, he pulled out some papers and began going through them.

Namjoon glanced over, biting into a fluffy pancake. "What's that?"

"My homework." Yoongi mumbled, frowning as he read the equations again. He had finished all the problems already but he was always worried about getting even just one wrong.

He took out his pencil and scribbled some more on problem number four, checking his math. Silence fell as he focused, forgetting there was someone sitting next to him.

"It's -6^2x." Namjoon said after a few moments and Yoongi jumped.

"Huh?" He blinked a few times, seeing Namjoon looking at his paper.

"The answer to number four. It's -6^2x, not 37." Namjoon took another bite, stuffing his cheeks.

Yoongi blinked. "You figured that out without a calculator or anything?"

Namjoon smiled, a smirk playing on the corner of his plush lips. "I'm a little bit smart."

Yoongi quickly pushed his paper over. "Can you check the rest of these for me? If I get a bad grade the man and woman will kill me."

Namjoon took the pencil from the boy, scanning down the list of complicated looking math equations. He fixed two in the span of thirty seconds and scanned the rest in under a minute.

"Not bad." He said, pushing the paper back. "Those two were really tricky, I had to reread them to understand."

"Didn't seem like it." Yoongi was astonished as his eyes scanned the revisions. "Are you a genius or something?"

Namjoon chuckled, cheeks turning pink. "No, I just do well in school and I like to study." He sipped his water. "I took this intelligence test one time and they said my IQ was 148, but..." He shrugged, trailing off in embarrassment. "Sorry, I don't want to sound like I'm bragging."

"Are you kidding?" Yoongi's eyes were wide. "If I was that smart I would never shut up about it!"

Namjoon smiled again, a little fond of the kitten eyed boy.

After he finished eating and Yoongi did the dishes to hide the evidence, Namjoon stood up from the table, stretching.

It felt so good to be able to reach his full height and not be cramped inside that cage. He had never realized how much he enjoyed having freedom. He couldn't believe he used to go about his day not relishing every second of being able to things as simple as stand up.

"Where's your bathroom?" Namjoon asked as Yoongi dried the dishes and put them away.

"Upstairs, in my bedroom." Yoongi said. "You can take a shower too if you want."

"Thanks." Namjoon dashed up the stairs.

Yoongi finished the dishes and put his homework away in his backpack, relieved Namjoon had fixed the math problems for him. He had almost gotten three wrong- the man would have buried him alive if he ever found out.

Namjoon came down the stairs a moment later and Yoongi looked up, seeing the boy fidgeting with the hem of the hoodie. He tried hard to not stare at the camboy's tan thighs.

"Um, how do you work the shower?" Namjoon blushed.

"I can show you." Yoongi was eager to help and quickly led the way, Namjoon following.

Yoongi's room was spotless- probably because if he kept it messy the man and woman would hurt him. There was a severe lack of personality; no posters on the walls, no trinkets on the shelves, no specific genre of books on the desktop.

"Here." Yoongi walked to the connecting bathroom and turned on the water. "It's not labeled but the left side is hot and the right side is cold. I'll grab you a towel."

Namjoon nodded his thanks and tested the water. After it was heated up to how he liked it, he somewhat reluctantly slid off the clothing and stepped inside.

If he ever got out of here he was never going to be naked again.

No, not if. When. When he got out of here.

A knock on the door.

"It's me," Yoongi called. "I got you two towels, in case you wanted a separate one for your hair."

Namjoon peeked out from behind the curtain. "Thank you."

Yoongi set the towels down on the closed toilet seat and stepped back. "I'll be in my room if you need anything."

He was about to walk away when Namjoon stopped him.

"Wait!"

The slight panic in the boys tone made Yoongi pause and turn back.

Blush was on the boys cheeks, and he wouldn't raise his gaze off of the floor.

"Um...can you stay, actually?"

Yoongi nodded, slowly closing the bathroom door. "If that's what you want."

"If you don't mind." Namjoon hastily yanked his head back into the shower.

Yoongi sat down against the wall, watching as the mirror slowly filled up with steam. He didn't know why Namjoon wanted him to stay, but he felt special. He wanted to help Namjoon in any way that he could.

He really hated how he couldn't help the boy in the way that he needed it the most.

"I keep forgetting how smooth my skin is now." Namjoon said randomly, snapping Yoongi out of his thoughts.

"Hm?" Yoongi called.

"He put hair remover on me. It made my skin soft." Namjoon said, running his hands over his bare legs and arms. "I've used it before but it didn't make my skin soft like this one did."

Yoongi tried not to picture why the attractive pornstar would use hair remover.

He failed.

"You can use my body wash too, if you want." Yoongi called over the sound of the running water.

"Thanks, but I'm worried the scent of it will linger and the man will find out you let me out. I'll just use soap." Namjoon said, grabbing the small white rectangle and held it up to his nose to sniff.

The scent was barely there and he was certain it would fade by the time the man came home.

He scrubbed it over his smooth skin, trying to forget the night he first came here and the perverted bath he had been forced to take.

Yoongi yawned, tired from not getting much sleep last night, and he leaned against the wall to close his eyes. He listened to the sound of Namjoon showering, feeling an odd sort of comfort being so close to the strong and smart boy. Maybe it was because of the kind and encouraging words Namjoon said to him, maybe it was the way Namjoon trusted him enough to want him to stay, or maybe just because the boy was so tall and buff. Either way, Yoongi enjoyed the brief time he got to spend with the porn star.

The water shut off, and Yoongi opened his eyes to a steamed up bathroom. He would have to remember to turn on the vents.

The curtain pulled back slightly and a hand reached out blindly for the towels.

Yoongi fought off a small smile as he jumped up, grabbing the towels to hand to the boy.

"Thanks." Namjoon closed the curtain.

Yoongi flipped on the switch and the vents started up, slowly clearing away the hot steam from the room.

"Are you still hungry?" Yoongi asked, grabbing his hairbrush. He hadn't done his morning routine as he had been too anxious to get to Namjoon, and decided to start it now.

A moment later the curtain was pulled back, and Yoongi's breath caught in his throat when he saw the tanned, bare and glistening chest of Kim Namjoon.

The boy had one towel wrapped around his waist, the other one held in his hand.

But then Yoongi noticed the boys expression.

"Do you hear that?" Namjoon whispered, looking half confused half fearful.

Yoongi frowned, hearing nothing but the vents.

He reached out and shut them off, listening again.

Footsteps coming up the stairs, and quickly.

Yoongi whipped his head around, his eyes wide with horror.

"He's home." He whispered, the hairbrush suddenly trembling in his hand.

Namjoon couldn't reply- the bathroom door was suddenly slammed open.

Holden stood there, fury on his face.