The impact knocked all of them to the ground, shouting and crying out as drywall and debris rained over them.

Namjoon gasped, choking on all the dust in the air that had been thrown up from the dirty carpet. His vision slowly came back as the dirt and dust cleared from a breeze blowing through the giant hole in the wall- a hole that had half a cop car through it.

It hurt his neck to do so, but Namjoon forced himself to look over his shoulder, shock running through him when he saw who was at the wheel.

"Yoongi!" He cried, seeing the boy raise his head from the steering wheel.

The smaller boy didn't look that much better off since the last time Namjoon had seen him, and now he had a trickle of blood running down his forehead form the impact of the crash.

Namjoon knew he had his own injuries to worry about- mainly his shoulder, which was killing him- but in that moment all he cared about was the kitten eyed boy who had just saved him a second time.

"Yoongi!" He sobbed, scrambling to shove a support beam off his back and jump to his feet. His tied hands made things difficult but he managed to yank the side door open and climb inside.

The windshield was a spiderweb of cracks, barely still holding on. Both airbags had exploded, but now had slowly lost most of their air and deflated. The front of the car was crunched like an accordion, but somehow the engine was still running.

"Namjoon!" Yoongi gasped. "Get in!"

Namjoon didn't need to be told twice, slamming the dented door shut behind him.

In front of them, the others were getting to their feet as well.

Seokjin rubbed his head, eyes scanning the debris strewn floor for the mans weapon. He supposed it didn't matter, since the man himself wasn't in a position to fire it. He heard a ringing in his ears and swayed on his feet for a moment before steadying himself. He slowly became aware of shouting.

Jungkook had already recovered and jumped on Holden's back, pinning the man to the ground after the man had tried to make a break for it. He was the source of the shouting, screaming every vile thing he could think of and then some at the disgusting male as he slapped handcuffs on him.

Knowing the younger officer needed to vent his anger out, Seokjin turned his attention to the stolen, damaged car and the two boys inside it.

Stepping over chunks of wall and insulation, Seokjin knocked on the drivers side window.

It promptly shattered and sprinkled glass to the floor.

Seokjin raised an eyebrow and leaned against the frame, peeking in through the window at the two wide eyed boys.

"What did I tell you about safety, Yoongi?" He tsk'ed.

Yoongi blinked, his hands still on the dented wheel.

Namjoon peered around Yoongi to the detective.

"Um, sir? Can I go home now?"

-

Namjoon didn't remember much after being escorted into a new cop car with Yoongi and rushed to a hospital, but when he woke up, Yoongi was asleep beside him on the small cot, and all his injuries had been bandaged up. He was wearing that cheap blue hospital gown, and his left arm was hooked up to an IV.

It took him a moment to realize that not only were his hands finally untied, but the shock collar had been removed as well.

He probably shouldn't have woken up the smaller boy, but Namjoon was overwhelmed with emotion and couldn't help but grab Yoongi up, squeezing him tightly.

Yoongi woke up with a soft gasp, his lungs being crushed by strong arms. "H-hel-p!"

Namjoon quickly released him. "I'm sorry! I just can't believe you're okay- I didn't think I was ever going to see you again and-"

Yoongi giggled, throwing himself at the porn star and hugging him just as tightly. "I missed you too."

They hugged for a long time, both fighting back tears, and finally pulled back after losing the battle and crying out all that they possibly could.

Yoongi scrubbed his red eyes. "Well... now what?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Namjoon reached out to gently tuck a stray hair behind Yoongi's ear. "You'll come live with me and we'll recover together."

Yoongi blushed, staring at the taller boy and his beautiful dimples. "You would want that?"

"Of course." Namjoon leaned forward, nuzzling their noses together. "There's no one else that I would want that with."

Warmth flooded the kitten boy and he crawled under the thin covers beside the strong porn star, finally home.

-

Unfortunately, Holden survived his injuries, much to everyone's disgust.

"It's so unfair." Jungkook scowled, watching as the orange jumpsuit clad man was escorted to his cell after the court hearing. "He killed twelve kids and his own wife and doesn't get the death penalty?"

Seokjin half- agreed. "He's got life in prison with no chance of parole. He'll never see a kid again. Besides, that wife had it coming."

"Still." Jungkook grumbled. "Too bad we can't tell his new roommates what he's in for."

Seokjin smiled. "Yeah, he wouldn't live long if they found out he's a pedo and child murderer. But we can't break the law like that." He coughed and nudged Jungkook with his elbow, subtly pulling out a twenty dollar bill.

Jungkook was confused for a moment, before he saw his friend turning to a security officer who was standing just a few feet away.

"Excuse me," Seokjin said sweetly. "You didn't happen to overhear mine and my friends conversation just now, did you?"

The guard shook his head.

"Oh good," Seokjin passed him the money. "We were just saying that it would be simply awful if Holden's new roommates found out he was a pedo and murdered twelve kids. You'll make sure not to let that happen... won't you?"

The guard pocketed the money in one swift movement- so fast that Jungkook blinked and almost missed it.

"Of course, sir." The guard smiled. "That would just be... so tragic."

"Yeah, I heard the last guy who got ratted on as a pedo got stabbed in the asshole twenty three times." Jungkook added in. "And the guards left him to bleed out."

"The real number of stabs was twice as high." The guard said, pulling out his radio. "Hey, uh, Garcia? Can you bring Mr. Lee out of his cell for a moment? Yes that's right, the prison informant. I just want to tell him... a funny joke."

"Thank you." Seokjin turned back to Jungkook and the two walked out of the building, grins on their faces.

-

Namjoon's finger hovered of the enter button on his keyboard, before finally pressing it.

Moonchild profile successfully deleted.

Namjoon let out a sigh, powering off the laptop and putting it away.

After being let out of the hospital and finishing all the paperwork of his statements at the police station, Namjoon and Yoongi had finally been able to go home. The crime scene tape had just been removed from his apartment, and he was exhausted.

After posting a message explaining briefly what had happened to him to his followers, and saying he was deleting his profile indefinitely, Namjoon was finally done with his online persona.

It was late at night and he was beyond exhausted. Tomorrow he was going to see his parents and reunite with them as well as introduce them to Yoongi, but for right, all he wanted to do was stretch out on his bed and sleep.

Yoongi was already halfway there, cuddled against Namjoon, looking adorable in the bigger boys pajamas. He was tired from planting twelve memorial roses in the backyard.

Namjoon kissed the boys forehead, pulling the covers over them both.

"Yoongi," Namjoon whispered in the dark.

"Yeah?"

"None of that was your fault."

And Yoongi finally smiled softly.

"Thank you, Joon."