Namjoon paused for a moment, Yoongi's words sinking in.

"You...you are?" He finally asked.

Yoongi was looking down now, his hair hiding his face.

"I don't want to talk about it." The boy whispered after a few silent moments. "Just...I'm on your side. I promise. You don't have to like me, I understand how you must feel about me, but at least just trust me."

Despite not knowing this boy at all, Namjoon believed him.

"But why can't you call the police?" He pleaded. "Or just let me go now? I won't say you were an accomplice or anything."

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I can't. I really want to, trust me. But I can't. The house is locked up day and night, and I don't know the code to disarm it or turn it off. I don't have any keys either. Holden has them all, and Vylette has the code. The windows can't be broken, either. I've tried."

"Maybe you just weren't strong enough." Namjoon flexed his fingers, his hands still chained behind his back.

Yoongi shook his head again. "No, he replaced them recently. They're sound and shatter proof. If you throw a chair at it, it just bounces off. He showed me. And if we try to leave the house while it's locked up, an alarm goes off. It doesn't alert authorities though, it just wakes them up. And then...well, you can guess that they aren't happy when their prized possessions try to leave them."

Namjoon's heart started to race at the idea of there being no way out. "The landline in the kitchen, can't we use it right now to call the police?"

Yoongi sighed, as if he had been over this already. "That phone is just for show, for when they have company over. It doesn't actually work. They just use their cell phones. And before you ask, no, I don't have a cellphone. They won't let me have one."

"You had a backpack when you came in." Namjoon recalled. "You go to school, right? Can't you get help when you're outside? Use a friend's phone or run to the police station and tell them everything?"

Yoongi scrubbed his eye. "I'm sorry...I...I just can't. Please...just believe me. If there was anything I could do to get you and I out of here, I would do it. I'm so sorry, Namjoon. I really am."

"You know my name." Namjoon said dully, trying to process the fact Yoongi couldn't, wouldn't help him.

Yoongi nodded soberly. "They talk about you a lot. They seemed really excited about you, more than anyone else they've brought home before."

Namjoon figured that, though it didn't make him feel any better to hear it.

"How did they find me?" He asked.

Yoongi shrugged. "They don't tell me anything. They just order me around and threaten me."

"Why did they stop..." Namjoon didn't know how to ask this.

But Yoongi understood what he meant.

"I stood up to them." Was all he said.

"Well, good for you." Namjoon gave him a soft smile. "That took guts."

Yoongi sighed, looking away. "Maybe. But I regret it."

"What? Why?"

"Because. Now that they can't have me anymore, they've been taking others. You're here because of what I did. And for that...I'm so sorry."