Bondage enthusiast Yoongi had everything he could ever want or need to use for his desires.

Rope, tape, leather, belts, handcuffs, you name it. Some days he used one, other days he used the other, depending on what he felt like. Sometimes he would double up on the restrictions if he had had a bad day.

It was comforting to him to be bound, and he always kept a key for the handcuffs nearby, and his switchblade on his nightstand to cut through the tape or ropes if he so needed. The last thing he ever wanted was to get stuck and have to call someone to come free him, the humiliation from that alone made him have backups for his backups.

So it wasn't out of the ordinary when he arrived home late Monday evening, exhausted and ready to relax with some rope before bed.

He showered quick and dried off, wrapping a towel around his waist as he padded back to his bedroom.

He debated wearing a plug while he tied himself up, and decided he might as well, since he hadn't stretched himself out in two days, and didn't want to close up too much.

It was a pain to have to start from scratch.

Literally.

He went to his closet, where his toys weren't hidden since he lived alone and never invited friends over.

He grabbed a medium plug and the bottle of lube, and, after closing his door, sat on his bed.

Pulling off his boxers, he set them aside to pour some lube over the top of the plug, smearing it around the whole bulb with a finger. Getting onto all fours, he went by touch to slowly insert the plug, holding his breath through the pressure, and then sighing in relief when it popped in.

He pulled his boxers back on and browsed his collection. Deciding to use ropes today, he first pulled out his switchblade, setting it on the little bedside table, next to his phone, which he kept unlocked just in case something happened. He pushed the table against the bed for quicker access if he so needed.

He chose his favorite ropes, the strong black ones that were also soft, so they wouldn't rip up his skin. He checked his drawer quick, seeing his bottle of lotion was half full. He pulled that out too to use after he untied himself.

Laying on his bed, he pushed all the pillows off and stretched for a few moments, enjoying the ability to spread out while he still could.

Satisfied, he tied the ends of two ropes to the headboard, making sure it was tight and that he would not be able to break out of it. He placed a roll of tape on the table as well, to be used later.

He tied his ankles together tightly, and then looped the rope around just below his knees, as well as just above them, so he couldn't separate his legs at all. As an extra measure, he bound his thighs together too, crisscrossing the rope up his chest and around his waist and hips.

He ripped off a short piece of tape, pressing it over his mouth.

He didn't usually gag himself, but today had been rough and he really wanted to just let go.

Besides, it was easy to remove the tape if he really tried.

Finally, he laid back, tying his left wrist up with the rope that was connected to the headboard. The rope was stretchy enough to let him reach over to tie up his right wrist, and therefor also allowed him to untie himself when he felt like it.

He moaned, closing his eyes at the feeling of all the ropes pulled tight around him.

It was so easy to pretend someone else had done this to him- someone sexy and handsome, with a smirk on their face as they tightened the last knot, leaving Yoongi small and helpless to whatever they wanted to do to him.

A sound.

Yoongi's eyes shot open, heart pumping blood too loud for him to hear any more sounds.

It was nothing, it had to be nothing, just his anxiety scaring him.

He forced himself to relax, closing his eyes again.

He focused on the plug this time, feeling it-

Another sound.

A thud.

Yoongi thrashed in panic on the bed, suddenly unable to remember if he had remembered to lock the front door or not.

It took him a moment to realize his switchblade was right next to him, he just had to calm down enough to untie his wrists and grab it.

But then his bedroom door opened, and both boys froze in shock.