Namjoon had struggled with the door even after Yoongi's muffled cries faded from the edges of his hearing. Despite kicking and throwing himself at it, the door remained stoic and locked.

Giving up, Namjoon took a few moments to gather himself. It was hard to breathe in the steamy bathroom, and Namjoon turned the vents back on.

While the room slowly cleared, Namjoon dried himself off and pulled the clothes that Yoongi had given him back on. They were already in trouble- might as well be in trouble but clothed.

He laid on the floor, trying to see anything from under the crack in the door, but all he could make out was carpet.

The rest of the time was spent leaning against the bathtub, his legs drawn up and his arms wrapped around them as he kept his nervous stare on the bathroom door, waiting for it to burst open.

He hoped Yoongi was okay, the poor boy didn't deserve to suffer more because of him. Maybe he could make some kind of deal with the man- giving himself up to him so that Yoongi could be spared.

His thoughts drifted back to his stream. His laptop had no doubt died by now, which would have automatically ended the live. He had over five thousand viewers- surely at least one of them realized it wasn't some prank or publicity stunt. At least one of them had to have called the police, right?

But then...how would the police even find him? He had taken painstaking care to make everything private and never showed his face.

But Holden had found him- surely the police could as well.

Crossing his fingers so tight that it was painful, Namjoon bowed his head and prayed as fiercely as he could that he would be found. That there was someone out there looking hard for him.

The sound of the door unlocking made Namjoon's head shoot up, his wide eyes watching as Holden opened the door and stepped inside the bathroom.

Rope hung down from Holden's fingers.

The boy scrambled to his feet, and then just stood there because he didn't know what else to do.

The man eyed the sweatshirt Namjoon was wearing.

"Damn, he bathed you and dressed you, huh? You his cute little doll now? You gunna let him dress you up and give you bubble baths all the time? You like his baths more than mine?"

Not knowing what to say, Namjoon just flexed his fingers nervously at his sides. He wanted to ask about Yoongi, but he was certain that any questions about the boy would just anger Holden more.

The man raised one hand, beckoning Namjoon over with a finger.

It took a few tries for Namjoon to force his legs to move, and then he took a few wobbly steps towards the man. His heart rate increased as he got closer and closer. He thought about pushing the man aside and running, but where would he go? He didn't know where Yoongi was, and he knew the front door was locked. Plus that alarm system Yoongi mentioned...

Holden grabbed him by the arm and yanked him around, tying Namjoon's wrists together behind his back.

"News flash kid, Yoongi can't save you. He can't even save himself, or anyone else." Holden kept a tight grip on Namjoon's hair as he dragged him out of the bathroom, out of Yoongi's room, down the hall, and into the man's bedroom.

"Sit." He commanded, pushing the boy onto the bed.

Namjoon sat down on the corner of the mattress, watching nervously as Holden went into the bathroom.

The man pulled out two small boxes from under the sink and grabbed out a towel as well. He grabbed the chair from the desk and dragged it into the bathroom, setting up some towels on the floor around it.

When he was done he came back to the bed and grabbed Namjoon's arm, lifting him off the mattress and leading him into the bathroom, where he pushed him onto the chair.

Namjoon recognized the boxes as hair dye and he didn't know why he felt anxiety at the idea of the man dyeing his hair back to black. It was his natural color, and he already had roots showing through the current brown color, but something about the fact Holden was doing this solely because it was his preference in Namjoon's appearance made Namjoon's heart pound.

After tying him to the chair, Holden opened both boxes and started getting everything ready.

Namjoon glanced at himself in the mirror, seeing his skin seemed paler now, his eyes wilder.

Living in constant fear did that to a person, he supposed. He looked skinnier too and the breakfast he had earlier seemed like yesterday.

They wouldn't let him starve here, right? Not while they wanted him...

"Stay still." Holden instructed, mixing the dark liquid in a plastic bowl over Namjoon's head.

Namjoon listened, watching in the mirror as the brush applied the cold substance to his hair, painting the brown locks black.

Holden worked with a glare, clearly thinking about what Yoongi had done.

Namjoon watched him for a few minutes in silence, gathering the courage to speak.

"Why were you so mad at Yoongi letting me take a shower?"

The man stopped, looking surprised that the boy was talking. His voice was soft, echoing in the tiled room.

Holden snorted. "Why was I mad that my own son disobeyed me and stole my new toy all for himself?"

"He told me he was doing you a favor," Namjoon lied, blinking at his reflection. "That I would get sweaty from being in the cage all day, and that you wouldn't want to come home to that."

Holden brushed harder, jabbing at Namjoon's hair. "Yeah, sure he did."

"He didn't want you to be angry."

"Mission failed, he pissed me off. And he skipped school."

"You're not mad he missed school," Namjoon cocked his head slightly. "You're mad he spent time with me."

"I said stay still." Holden pushed the boy back into place roughly. "And shut the fuck up."

"You were jealous." Namjoon said softly. "Even though Yoongi and I didn't do anything together. He didn't even see me naked."

"Maybe not, but I know he sure wanted to." Holden snorted with a smirk. "You know he likes you, right? You'd have to be an idiot to think he did any of that for you- he did it all for himself. An excuse to interact with you. He was hoping you would invite him in to shower with you. He was hoping to get a glimpse of you without any clothes on, covered in water and bending over to grab the soap." He thought about that image. "Hm, that's a good idea. Maybe I'll bring you in next time I shower."

Namjoon tried not to be sick at the thought.

He didn't believe that Yoongi had ulterior motives for helping him. The boy was a victim just as much as he was, and Namjoon was sure that if he had invited Yoongi to shower with him the boy would have squeaked and died of shock.

"You were jealous," he continued, ignoring the shower remark. "That he spent just the morning with me. And yet... you share me with your wife and she does far more...invasive things than Yoongi would even want to do with me."

Holden's glare deepened and Namjoon knew he had hit the mark directly.

"If you want me all for yourself, why do you let her get involved?" Namjoon asked.

"I liked you better when you didn't talk." Holden muttered, roughly slapping the brush against Namjoon's head.

A few drops of black dye hit Yoongi's sweatshirt.

Sensing the man was getting dangerously angry, Namjoon stopped talking and watching him work in the mirror.

The brown was gone now- covered in the dye.

"There." Holden threw the bowl in the sink and Namjoon winced at the sudden loud noise. "Now wait here for half an hour."

He picked up a hand towel and shoved it into Namjoon's mouth. "And stay quiet. I didn't take you to have you speak, just to look pretty and suck my dick."

He slid off his belt and looped it around Namjoon's mouth, tightening it against the towel so he couldn't spit it out.

With a pounding heart, Namjoon watched as the man left, no doubt going back to Yoongi.

All Namjoon could do was hope that his lie didn't put Yoongi in danger.