Yoongi was slowly woken up by something cold touching his face, and he struggled to open his eyes, wondering why he couldn't move his arms or legs.

"Ah, welcome back, doll." Park grinned at him. "So nice to see those lovely eyes open again."

And then everything came crashing back.

With a pounding heart, Yoongi frantically tried to pushed himself away from the man, but he didn't get far, and he realized with horror he was now chained down to the mattress in the tent. Each limb was bound to a heavy gray chain, that was in turn hooked to four small poles that were hammered into the dirt. He tugged and twisted, trying to slip his hands out, or yank the poles free, but he was still weak and the chains on their own weighed a lot.

"Aw, hey, calm down there doll." Park said, reaching the wet cloth out to dab at Yoongi's cheek again. "I'm sorry I tricked you, but I had to. Couldn't let a pretty thing like you get away that easily." He chuckled, as if this was just a game and not Yoongi's worst nightmare.

Yoongi flinched away from the cloth. "P-please, let me go, I won't tell anyone! I have a family- I need to get back to them, God knows he's falling apart without me...please!"

"Shhh," Park said, pulling the cloth back and grabbed out a bandaid from the first aid kit that was beside him. "I'm not gunna hurt you, doll. I'm just fixing up your face right now."

Yoongi didn't trust this man, whoever the fuck he was, but it was true the man hadn't hurt him, and was taking care of Yoongi's wounds.

"Wh-who are you?" He asked, trying to get his wrists free without rattling the chains too much.

"Me? I'm just a cab driver." Park hummed, gently covering a small cut on Yoongi's cheek with the bandaid. "Well, was."

"What do you want with me?" Yoongi was confused. He had never seen this man before, he had no idea who Park was or what he wanted. It just...didn't make sense. Now if his father had kidnapped him, that would make sense. Too much. But this random guy? Yoongi was just...lost.

Park just hummed, moving to the other side of the mattress. He grabbed Yoongi's face, making the boy flinch, and tilted it to the side so he could inspect the other other cheek. "Damn, who hurt you, doll?"

Yoongi didn't know.

"How long have I been here?" Yoongi asked, looking around the tent. He couldn't tell what time it was, but it seemed to be late in the afternoon.

"Today is day two." Park picked up the cloth and wiped the dried blood away. "You slept a lot, doll."

Because you fucking drugged me, Yoongi glared at the ceiling of the tent.

And then he remembered Park's words from last night.

"We came back to the tent and you were gone. You gave us a huge scare. Lee."

Yoongi tensed. "Who's Lee?"

"Ah, let's not bring him into this just yet, doll." Park said, pressing another bandage to Yoongi's collarbone. "I like it when it's just us."

"Who is he? What do you want with me?" Yoongi glared, not bothering to hide his struggling to get free this time.

He had to get out of here, had to get back to his beautiful husband, his family-

"Hey, hey, don't struggle, doll." Park grabbed Yoongi's shoulders and held him down to the mattress. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Stop calling me that!" Yoongi flared.

"Alright, pet." Park grinned.

Before Yoongi could try to bite him, Park suddenly let him go.

Confused, Yoongi watched the man walk to a...couple shopping bags? From what looked like stores that catered to women.

Park rummaged through the bags, before he finally found what he was looking for, and Yoongi didn't know how to react when the man pulled out...makeup?

He tried to shuffle away when Park came back to the mattress, sitting on it. "I heard this stuff works as well as clothing does. I figured it would be easier to start with this than try to change your outfit." He chuckled at a joke Yoongi didn't understand.

"What are you...what do you mean?" Yoongi yelped when Park grabbed his thigh and yanked him back to the center of the mattress. "Stop!"

"He said this will trigger out the female one." Park said, so casually that it took a moment for Yoongi to process what he said.

"Wait..." His heart skipped a beat. "You mean...you're talking about...Yoonji?"

"Is that her name?" Park asked, pulling out a hair brush. "That's pretty. Yoongi and Yoonji- twin siblings. Cute."

"H-h-how do you know about her?" Yoongi shook his head wildly. "No- how the hell do you know about her?"

"Lee told me." Park said, ignoring Yoongi's panic as he sat down behind the boy, pulling Yoongi's head onto his lap so he could brush the boys hair. "I know about all of them, Sugar, September, Yoonie. But I think Yoonji will be my favorite. No offense. You're pretty too, Yoon."

Yoongi flinched at the nickname. "Please...let me go. I...please let me go!"

"Hush, doll." Park tipped Yoongi's head back, so the distraught boy was forced to see the mans face. "I'm not gunna hurt you, I could never hurt a pretty thing like you, okay? You need to relax. I don't want to drug you again but if you don't calm down, I won't have any choice but to do that, okay?"

"How does Lee know about Yoonji? About all of them?" Yoongi asked, trying to calm down. He definitely didn't want to be unconscious when he was alone in a tent with this...whoever the fuck Park was. Not that he could do much when he was chained down either, but still.

Park chuckled, brushing Yoongi's hair without a care in the world. "Did someone hit you a little too hard, doll?"

Yoongi gave up trying to get answers from this man. It was clear he cared more about Yoonji than answering Yoongi's questions.

But there was still one more question to ask.

"When will you let me go?" He asked, looking pleadingly up at the man.

Park finally looked at him, stopping his brushing movements. "Doll...we'll never let you go."

Yoongi could actually feel his heart fracturing. "No..."

"But don't worry, pet!" Park leaned down and kissed Yoongi's forehead. "We'll take good care of you. You and all your little mental illness friends."

Yoongi was too shocked at the mans words to react to the kiss.

Namjoon...his family...his home, his job, his car, his life.

He had to get out- right now.

"I know it's probably a lot to take in right now," Park patted Yoongi's cheek. "So I'll let you get settled in before we do anything. We have years ahead of us to get to the good stuff anyways." He chuckled.

Yoongi closed his eyes against the oncoming tears, not wanting this fucked up man to see him cry.

He would get out. He would see his Namjoon again. His Kookie. His Jiminie. His baby boy. His Team One Braincell. He would teach again. He would get out of here, no matter the cost.

Park finally got up, and Yoongi stared up at the ceiling of the tent, deciding to stay silent until he could think of a way out of this place.

"You cold, doll?" Park called from somewhere Yoongi wasn't looking. "I'll start a fire for us."

Yoongi opened his eyes only after his tears had dried. The longer he stared at the stupid green fabric of the tent, the more angry he got.

Who the hell were these people to just come into his life and fucking ruin it? After all he had been through to finally get to where he was in life? With his dream job, a beautiful house, and being with all the beautiful souls that live within it-

No.

If these fucking perverts wanted him so fucking bad, they would have to work damn hard every single hour of the day to keep him here, because he wasn't about to make it easy for them.

"Lee will be back soon, doll." Park was saying, striking a match and tossing it onto the gasoline soaked logs. "I know he'll be glad you're awake. He's been excited to see you for a long time, I can tell."

A red haze slowly seeped into Yoongi's vision, a manifestation of his anger.

Park kept talking, but Yoongi wasn't listening. His fingers curled into fists, pulling against the chains until his arms shook with the struggle.

Park didn't notice the change in his captive, too busy tending to the fire.

"I'll always buy you the prettiest little dresses, doll. We'll take good care of you, spoil you like how a princess like you deserves. Whatever your other mind fracture people want too, I'll get them it. I'm kinda rich now since that settlement. Quit my job so I can look at you full time." He chuckled. "I had a family, but I never really liked them that much, so I'm keeping my money and dedicating everything to you now, doll. That's how much you mean to me."

Yoongi could feel Agust's energy glowing red right at the brink of his consciousness.

Agust...Yoongi didn't know if the alter could hear him or not, but he smirked, feeling like he was on the same side as the alter for once.

And it felt damn good.

Kill them all.

And with that, he let himself slip.

"I'll have to learn how to put on makeup for you, doll." Park warmed his hands in front of the fire. "I really like eyeliner, I can't wait to see you in lingerie and dark makeup, like a-"

He was cut off, his attention snapping to the mattress, where the figure laying on it had suddenly somehow yanked the poles out of the ground- all four of them at once.

Agust sat up, slowly rolling his head to crack his neck from all angles.

Park was stunned, frozen in place, the fire slowly burning his hands, but he was too shocked to feel it. "D...doll..."

Agust chuckled with a dark grin, rising to his feet and walking off the mattress. "Do I look like a doll, pervert?" He jumped off.

Before Park could respond, Agust yanked his arm up, jolting the chain to snap taut, the metal pole flying into his hand, and he promptly backhanded the man with it, without so much as a blink altering his cold expression.

Park cried out and hit the ground with a thud, blood already trickling down the mans temple.

Agust strode right up to him, pressing the pole against the mans neck, his hands on either end of it, straddling the man, who struggled beneath him. "Now, tell me, where are the keys?" He cooed, cocking his head. "As fun as these weapons on demand are, they're going to annoy me sooner than later, and I'd rather not wait till later."

Park gasped for breath, and Agust raised an eyebrow, pressing down harder on the mans neck, choking him.

"What? Sorry, couldn't hear you." The alter grinned, watching as the man slowly choked to death beneath him. "Speak up!"

Park's eyes rolled back and his struggling stilled, finally passing out.

Agust kept the pole against the mans neck for a few more moments to ensure he wasn't faking, before he finally stood up, looking around the tent.

He had to act now, while there was no one to stop him.

He searched Park's pockets first, growling when they were empty of any keys to free him from the chains.

He did find car keys though, and he pocketed them.

Next he checked the shopping bags, disgusted at all the dresses and matching bra and pantie sets that were in there, in hideous shades of pink.

He grabbed the bags and promptly tossed them into the fire, smirking as the clothes immediately went up in flames.

"You're welcome, Ji." He muttered. "I know you only wear black, and never dress up for any man."

He searched the tent, lifting the mattress, brushing leaves aside and checking the boxes of camping supplies for a key, but his search turned up nothing.

Growling, he kicked Park's body in frustration. "Where the hell are you hiding the keys, fucking pervert?"

And then he saw the necklace around the mans neck.

Crouching down, he grabbed the thin gray chain and yanked it out from the mans shirt, revealing a small silver key.

He ripped it from the mans neck, snapping the chain and leaving a red mark against Park's skin.

He sat down and quickly unlocked the cuffs from his ankles, and then his left hand.

It was as he was working on getting the key into the small hole on the chain around his right hand that he heard footsteps approaching.

He stilled, judging he had about less than a minute before the person came into the tent.

Focusing, he finally got the key inserted and twisted it, nearly snapping the small thing in his haste to get free before the man came inside.

The chain fell to the ground, and Agust jumped to his feet, ready to bolt out of this hell.

"Park, why the hell didn't you chop this wood like I fucking told you to?" The man growled, right outside the tent. "I swear to God, if you're touching my Yoon before I-"

Agust made a break for it, racing out of the tent, nearly crashing into Byungwoo, who stepped aside just in time with a loud gasp.

"Yoon!" He roared, and Agust stumbled, caught himself, and pushed himself to run faster.

Footsteps pounded right behind him and Agust felt his heart about to explode out of chest with fear and adrenaline.

Don't look behind you, don't turn around, you're alright as long as you don't look at him-

"Yooooon!" Byungwoo screamed, enraged as he chased after his son.

Agust nearly flew through the trees, his lungs burning as he pushed himself to just fucking go-

I got you, brother. I've got you, I'll make sure you're safe, I swear.

He leaped onto a large rock- fingertips brushed against the back of his shirt, nearly grabbing him- and he pushed himself off with all his inertia, soaring through the air, Byungwoo's enraged shout falling away behind him, like wind through his hair.

It felt like he was flying in slow motion, but then he suddenly hit the ground, all the air getting knocked out of his lungs, his knees buckling.

He rolled through the leaves and dirt, gasping in pain, disoriented, scrambled to his feet, tried to figure out what direction to-

A heavy force suddenly crashed into him, slamming him against a nearby tree, and Agust cried out, half in anger, half in pain as his cheek was shoved up against the rough bark of the tree.

A hand grabbed his hair, yanking his head back, and Agust squeezed his eyes shut, his heart absolutely shaking.

"Now, I know you're not my Yoon, so who are you?" Byungwoo hummed in his ear. "You can't possibly be the baby, and your voice didn't change pitch, so you're not the girl. You could be that protective one, but after everything I did to him, mentally and physically, I left him to crawl into the darkness and die, so I doubt it. That only leaves one little mind freak left."

Suga? What had Byungwoo done to Suga?

Suga was...Suga. Ungodly strong, unwavering in his fierce determination to protect Yoongi, a true hero.

If a hero couldn't defeat this enemy, how the hell could Agust, another villain, do it?

"You must be the angry one, the one they call Agust." Byungwoo's hot breath hit the alters ear, making him cringe. "We never officially met, because as I remember, you were a coward in the trial and never showed."

He chuckled. "Is my Yoon so desperate to hide that he'll shove even the likes of you to the front? Pathetic."

Agust refused to let his tears fall, pushing back against the man. "Get off!"

"After all I've done to get out of jail, find Yoon and get him here?" Byungwoo chuckled. "Never."

Suddenly, Agust was flipped around, his back shoved against the tree, still refusing to open his eyes as he fought blindly with the taller man.

"Stop! Don't fucking touch-"

"Why won't you open your eyes, hmm?" Agust felt fingers brushing his hair out of his face and his breathing stuttered. "Could it be...the big scary angry one...is a scared little bitch?"

Agust bared his teeth, but he still couldn't open his eyes and see the man that started all his suffering.

Not without instantly being shot back into the abyss, and Yoongi would be forced to take back over, since something had happened to put Suga out of commission.

"Enough games." Byungwoo suddenly snapped. "It's obvious you want to move this along, what with all your annoying escape attempts, so I'll cut to the chase."

He slammed Agust's head back against the tree, and the alter fought the cry of pain that wanted to escape.

Byungwoo leaned in close, whispering in the alters ear.

"Give. Me. Yoonie."

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Me: Im gunna take my time on this one uwu

also me: *only writes 3k words*