Namjoon stood in the doorway, very much not expecting to see someone tied up on the bed.

And by the look on the boys face, he hadn't been expecting Namjoon either.

Well, why would he? No one ever plans for someone to break into their house.

Not that it was much of a break in, since the door had been unlocked, and there was no security system.

And then it occurred to Namjoon that someone else may have gotten to this house first, explaining why the door was unlocked and the homeowner was tied up on his bed.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" He exclaimed, hurrying over. "Did someone do this to you? Were you robbed?"

The boy flinched as Namjoon came over, jerking around in his bonds to get free.

Namjoon was about to try to calm him down, when several things occurred to him at once.

The way the ropes were entwined was methodical, almost beautiful. A robber would have just slapped some rope on the boy and tied it into a big knot, clearly in a hurry to get the valuables and get out. They wouldn't spend time making pretty shapes up the boys chest.

There had been the boys wallet sitting right on the kitchen counter when Namjoon had walked in. What kind of robber would ignore that?

The boys phone and a switchblade sat on a table close to the bed, clearly tools one could use in case they needed help untying themselves.

"Did you...do this to yourself?" Namjoon quirked an eyebrow, running his fingertips over the rope that went up the boys abdomen.

The boy shouted behind the tape, and Namjoon realized he only had a few seconds before he managed to get it off, and this boy seemed like a screamer.

He spied the roll of tape and quickly grabbed it, straddling the tied up boy, who let out a muffled scream at this.

Namjoon ripped off a long strip of tape, winding it around the boys head to cover his mouth a few times, ensuring he couldn't make a lot of noise now.

The boy shook his head wildly, as if that would dislodge the tape, and Namjoon sat back with a sigh.

"Sorry, I just need a moment to think."

The boy looked terrified, and Namjoon realized he had just attacked this person and sat on them while they were almost naked.

He quickly slid off, backing away. "Sorry, I'm not going to hurt you! I didn't mean to scare you, I just can't have you scream and alert some neighbors, you know?"

The boy had gone still, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Poor thing looked terrified.

"Sorry," Namjoon apologized again, because that was all he could really do. He looked around the room, seeing the boys closet was full of bondage materials, further confirming his suspicion that the boy had tied himself up.

He went through the boys drawers, seeing some earrings and rings that hadn't been taken, so he decided no one had burglarized this house- he had just gotten extremely lucky.

He eyed the boy on the bed, seeing he had a golden opportunity here.

He needed a place to stay for a few days, and this house was nice, unlocked, and the owner was unable to stop him. He could just keep the boy tied up until he left, and no one would have to get hurt.

"Okay, look, I'm going to be honest with you." Namjoon walked back to the bed. "But first you need to be honest with me."

The boy just stared at him, looking so small and helpless caught in all the ropes.

"Nod or shake your head. Do you live alone?"

He didn't threaten to hurt the boy, but apparently the boy was scared of that possibility because he quickly nodded, wanting to tell the truth to avoid getting hurt.

"Good boy." Namjoon praised. He knew the boy lived alone since there was only one car in the driveway and only one pair of shoes in the foyer. "So smart for telling me the truth. Now, did you tie yourself up?"

Blush covered the boys cheeks, an answer in itself, but he slowly nodded again.

Namjoon grinned. "Thank you for being so good. Last question, are you expecting anyone over this week?"

The boy frowned, like he was thinking, then shook his head.

Namjoon reached out and patted the boys knee. "Good boy, baby. I won't hurt you, don't worry. I just need a place to stay for a bit, and if you keep being good for me, I'll take care of you, okay? I don't want to hurt you, but I have to protect myself too, you know? So just keep being good for me, baby. You can do that, right?"

The boy slowly nodded again and Namjoon found him so cute.

"Okay, I'm going to shower quick, and then we can sit down and have a talk. I'll even take off the tape if you promise not to scream."

The boy nodded again, and watched as Namjoon walked out of the room.

As soon as he heard the shower turn on, he quickly reached for the ropes around his wrists, trembling fingers untying the knot as best as he could while panicking.

They loosened up enough for him to slip his hands free, and Yoongi immediately lunged for his phone.

"Hey, where do you keep your towels?" Namjoon asked, wandering back into the room just in time to see Yoongi grab his phone off the nightstand.

Yoongi squeaked in fear, quickly dialing the police.

"Stop that!" Namjoon exclaimed, running over and lunging at him.

They wrestled on the bed for a moment, each one trying to grab the phone, and then Namjoon easily got the upperhand, ripping the phone out of the boys grip.

He powered the device off, lucky enough to have gotten there in time before the boy could hit the call button.

He slid off the bed, panting a little at the exercise, and swiped the knife off the table too.

"I thought you said you were going to be good for me." Namjoon growled, and the boy cowered behind his hands, shaking.

Namjoon sighed, feeling bad.

He couldn't blame this boy, he would have done the same thing if he was in his place.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you, honestly. But you can't do things like that, or else you won't give me any other option to save myself, you understand? I'll let this slide, but don't let me catch you trying something like this again." He warned.

The boy peeked out from behind his fingers and nodded softly.

"You're staying by my side until I can trust you." Namjoon decided.

He looked at the phone and switchblade in his hands, knowing he should hide these so the boy wouldn't be tempted to use them again.

He hurried out of the room and placed them on top of the fridge, pushed to the very back so that even if the boy somehow saw them there, he wouldn't be able to reach it unless he was untied and on a chair.

He walked back to the bedroom to see the boy hadn't moved, hadn't even tried to get free even with his hands no longer bound.

"Good boy." Namjoon flashed him a smile and the boy blushed. "Now be honest again for me, do you have any more knives or phones?"

The boy looked at the dresser, and Namjoon walked over, opening the first drawer to see another switchblade tucked away.

He pulled it out and pocketed it to hide later. "Good, okay, anything else I should know?"

The boy shook his head.

"And you're not lying to me, right?"

The boy shook his head a little harder.

"Good, okay, now where do you keep your towels?"

The boy said something muffled, seeming to forget for a second he was gagged. He blushed, pointing to the tape as if asking if he could take it off.

Namjoon shook his head. "Sorry, but after that little stunt I can't trust you. I'll find them on my own and then shower. But in the meantime."

He walked over and grabbed the tape roll again and the boys eyes widened.

Namjoon climbed onto the bed and pushed the boy onto his front.

The boy cried out, struggling as much as he could, but Namjoon was stronger and he grabbed the boys wrists, pulling them behind the boys back and binding them heavily with tape. He grabbed the boys feet and pulled them back, making the boy bend his knees so Namjoon could tie his wrists and ankles together behind his back.

He climbed off the bed, watching the boy squirm and try to yank his limbs free, but the strong tape held.

He nodded to himself, knowing this would hold the boy back from doing anything that might get him caught.

He picked up the smaller boy easily, carrying him under one arm to the bathroom, where it was steamy now from the hot shower running.

He set him on his front on the soft mat in front of the sink. "Stay here and don't do anything that will make me lose more trust in you, okay?" He sternly scolded.

The boy must have realized there was nothing he could do when he was tied like this and seemed to give up with a sigh, resting his cheek on the fluffy mat.

Namjoon chuckled. "You're too cute. I'll be quick." He patted the boys head and shut the door, before stripping off his shirt, belt and pants.

Yoongi stared, trying not to get hard as the attractive man climbed into the shower, tossing out his boxers a moment after the shower curtain was pulled across.

He knew he should be terrified and angry at this man for breaking in and holding him captive in his own damn house, and to an extent he was a little scared, but he believed the boy when he said he wasn't going to hurt Yoongi.

He was young, and his first instinct had been to ask if Yoongi was okay when he saw him tied up on the bed. He was probably just some kid who ran away from home or stole a candy bar and needed to lay low for a while.

Also, the criminal was excruciatingly handsome.

Annoyingly perfect.

Infuriatingly strong, with a charming smirk and fuck- basically the guy of every sexual fantasy Yoongi ever had.

It was like the guy of his dreams had broken into his house and tied him up.

Yoongi didn't know whether to curse god out or thank him profusely.

It didn't help that Yoongi was immensely attracted to him, and that he was tied up by the boys strong arms and quick reflexes, that he was still wearing a plug and flushed every time the boy patted him and called him a good boy.

He gave a few more half assed tugs on the restraints, and to no one's shock they didn't break.

He sighed again, watching steam rise to the ceiling of his own damn bathroom. He heard a cap snap open and knew the boy was using his body wash. The body wash Yoongi had bought with his own hard earned money.

Yoongi despised the boys attractive face, especially his cute dimples, and tried not to imagine the boy naked just a few feet away.

The last thing he wanted after all this mess for the boy to find out he was also half hard.

If that happened Yoongi vowed he would just kill himself.

The water shut off a minute later, and Yoongi perked up, listening to the sounds of water hitting the shower floor.

The curtain was pulled back just enough for a hand to reach out and grab his boxers off the floor, and then it was pulled back fully for the dripping wet boy to step out.

Yoongi's heart skipped several beats when he saw the rivers of water running down the boys naked chest, racing down his pecs and golden skin and rippling abs, fully nude before Yoongi except for his short, tight boxers on, which were sticking to his body from the water.

He swallowed hard behind the tape.

Namjoon chuckled to himself as he stepped out. "Totally forgot to search for the towels before I got in, what a dumbass."

He crouched down in front of Yoongi, petting the boys hair. "You okay like this for a minute while I dry myself off? Can you breathe okay?"

The ridiculously attractive man was stealing all of Yoongi's breath away, but he nodded anyways.

"Good boy." He patted Yoongi's head, and Yoongi flushed again, hoping the boy would misinterpret his blush for the heat of the bathroom filled with steam.

The door opened, letting in some cool air, and then the boy was gone.

Yoongi knew he could struggle some more while he was alone, but what was the point when he couldn't break free?

Besides, he was a little occupied with the fact this handsome boy had called him cute and baby, and seemed to like praising him.

Footsteps alerted Yoongi that he was back, and then he squeaked in surprise when hands grabbed him, easily lifting him into the air.

He was flipped onto his back and held flushed against the boys bare chest as he was carried back to the bedroom, his heart racing so hard he hoped the boy couldn't hear it.

He was laid gently on the bed and he watched as the boy stood in front of his closet, examining Yoongi's clothes.

"Mind if I borrow this?" The boy asked, grabbing a shirt off the hanger and yanking it on, as if Yoongi had said 'yeah sure, go ahead.'.

The shirt was one of Yoongi's favorites, and two sizes too big for his little body, but on the boy it fit him perfectly.

The boy rummaged through Yoongi's dresser, pulling out a pair of sweatpants.

"Thanks." He flashed Yoongi a smile, as if they were two friends having a sleepover and not...whatever this was.

He ran a hand through his still wet hair, looking like he had just walked off the set of a photoshoot, and not like he was getting ready to settle down for the night.

He walked over to Yoongi, whose heart raced more and more the closer he got.

"Okay, you were good for me in the bathroom, so I'm going to take the tape off now." He said, his voice deep and husky in Yoongi's ear.

Trying not to shudder, Yoongi nodded.

He was rolled onto his front again, and he went still as he felt fingers slowly picked at the tape.

It had been wound around his head, including over his hair, and the fingers were clearly trying to peel it off without hurting him, which Yoongi greatly appreciated.

It took a few minutes, but finally the last strip was peeled off and Yoongi gasped for breath, filling his lungs up from where they felt squished beneath his body.

"You're not going to scream, right?" The deep voice warned, lips brushing over his ear from how close he was and Yoongi bit his lip, shaking his head.

"Good boy." The hand was back, rubbing Yoongi's head.

"So, you probably have questions. I do too." The boy said, getting up to shut the door.

Yoongi watched him, resting his cheek on the pillow.

"How about we switch off?" The boy asked with a cute grin, sitting on the bed next to Yoongi so that his leg was against the tied up boys side. "You can go first."

Yoongi debated for a moment, the obvious questions popping into his mind.

Who are you? What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?

But instead he asked; "What's your name?"

"I'm Namjoon. I won't tell you my last name, because you'll tell that to the cops once I leave, and I'm not trying to go to jail."

Yoongi hated how cute the boys laugh was.

"What about you?" Namjoon asked. "What's a pretty boy like you called?"

Yoongi flushed again, like he was a young kid who couldn't control his hormones after discovering you could look up boobs on the internet for free.

"Y-Yoongi."

"Yoongi," Namjoon purred. "That's cute, I like it."

He reached out rubbing a warm hand up and down Yoongi's back, his palm bumping over the ropes that crisscrossed there.

"Well Yoongi, I need a place to stay for the week, and I think it's pretty obvious that you can't stop me from living here, so how about we talk it out and come to an agreement?"

Yoongi tried not to react to the warm rubbing, but he was cold in just his boxers, and Namjoon was fucking hot.

"What did you have in mind?"

"I'm not going to hurt you, or even take your money or jewelry. I just need a roof over my head and some food, okay? So as long as you promise not to try and call the police or scream or attack me, I'll feed and bathe you, and I'll untie you when I leave."

Yoongi's eyes widened. "Wait- you want to leave me tied up for days?!"

Namjoon chuckled. "Well I can't trust you not to run away to the cops or a neighbor, now can I? Or you could attack me in my sleep, so yes. You'll stay tied up for a bit. But I'll make sure your health is okay and change your bindings when needed, I promise."

Yoongi struggled uselessly. "No! Y-you can't!"

Namjoon sighed, pressing his hand down on Yoongi's back, pinning him to the bed.

"Do I need to gag you again?" He warned and Yoongi slowly stopped thrashing around.

"Please, let me go." He whimpered, not wanting to stay bound for a few days straight.

Despite being into bondage, that thought was horrifying.

"What's the matter? You clearly love being tied up." Namjoon shrugged and Yoongi's cheeks turned bright red.

"N-not like this!" Yoongi whined. "Please, I'll be good, just let me go!"

"Prove to me I can trust you, and I will." Namjoon compromised.

Yoongi sighed, since there was nothing he could do. "Okay, fine. I won't call for help or attack you. I mean, look at us! You're like twice my size and could lift me with one hand I bet. Do you really think I could attack you and win?"

Namjoon chuckled, ruffling Yoongi's hair. "If you had a knife in your hand, yes. But you have a point. We'll see how tomorrow goes, okay baby?"

He got off the bed stretching. "I'm ready for bed. Did you want some water or anything before then?"

Yoongi hadn't thought about the night time. "Where are you sleeping?"

Namjoon patted the bed. "Duh. Couch is too small."

Yoongi's heart skipped a beat. "Wh...where am I sleeping?"

"Close to me, so I can keep an eye on you." Namjoon thought. "But not too close. Hmm..."

He looked around the room, before walking to the closet.

Yoongi cringed as the attractive boy rifled through his bondage and sex items, banging his face against the pillow as he begged for death.

Namjoon pulled down two long ropes, and grabbed two blankets.

He picked up Yoongi easily, ignoring the small boys whining, and laid down a blanket at the side of the bed on the floor. He set Yoongi on his front on top of it.

"I'm going to untie you a little, so I can put you in a comfier position." Namjoon told him. "Be a good boy for me, okay?"

Yoongi sighed and nodded.

Namjoon peeled off the tape that bound his ankles and wrists together, letting Yoongi straighten his legs back out with a soft sigh of relief.

He untied Yoongi's wrists, much to the boys surprise, and pushed the boy onto his back on the blanket.

Yoongi's legs were still bound, and Namjoon tied the boys ankles to the foot of the bed.

Yoongi tried not to fight back, wanting to gain the boys trust so he could use it to his advantage later.

Namjoon grabbed Yoongi's wrists, tying them together with a short rope and then tying his arms to his torso with a longer one.

He laid the other blanket over Yoongi, and Yoongi wiggled in protest as the attractive intruder wrapped another rope around the blanket, making his arms and hands useless under the fabric.

"So you don't get cold." Namjoon smiled, and Yoongi swore he was the devil.

Namjoon stood up and spied a bottle on top of the dresser. He picked it up, seeing it was a half empty prescription bottle of sleeping medication.

"Hey, you take medication?"

Yoongi arched his neck, looking up to see the bottle Namjoon was holding. "Just sometimes, for occasional insomnia."

"You should take it if the doctor gave it to you." Namjoon dumped out a small tablet into his palm.

Yoongi shook his head, trapped under the blanket. "I don't want it, not tonight."

"Why? I'm not going to hurt you while you're out." Namjoon bent down and held out the pill. "Take it, it's for your health."

Yoongi pressed his lips shut tightly.

Namjoon sighed. "Yoongi, you're not being my good boy."

Fuck, Yoongi's dick hardened.

Desperate to not get caught with a boner, Yoongi hesitantly opened his mouth just enough for Namjoon to slip the tablet in.

It was a dissolving pill, so Yoongi couldn't even spit it out if he wanted too since it fizzled on contact with his tongue, running down his throat quickly.

Namjoon smiled, patting Yoongi's cheek. "There's my good boy. So good for me."

Please, I beg you, stop saying that when you're so damn attractive and I'm tied up with a plug- this isn't how I want to die.

Namjoon picked up the tape again and ripped off a piece, sealing it over the boys mouth.

"Sorry baby, it's just better safe than sorry this way, you know?"

He kissed Yoongi over the tape and Yoongi froze, eyes wide, heart pounding and cock hard.

Namjoon yawned as he sat up, flicking the lights off and climbing into Yoongi's bed.

"Goodnight!" He called.

And Yoongi, now suddenly grateful for the quick effect of the sleeping pill, prayed for a quick death to get him out of this sexual hell.

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Poor Yumpi Pooki, it's only day one and he's already a gay disaster

I love him