Namjoon heard the front door slam shut as Yoongi left do to whatever his errand was.

Namjoon didn't know what the dom was doing, nor did he have the strength to care. He was exhausted and forcing himself to stay on all fours and be as still as possible. That was the only way the aching, throbbing pain in his ass would be tolerable.

He was still chained to the bed, and he didn't dare piss Yoongi off further by laying on the furniture. Even though he knew Yoongi had left, Namjoon dutifully stayed on the carpet like a good toy.

He tried a few times to lay down but any movement reignited the pain and he forced himself back onto his hands and knees with a tired groan.

Time passed and his eyelids slowly started to close, until his body would wobble and the pain would snap him back to reality.

Perhaps he shouldn't have set Yoongi off like that. The punishment had been horribly unfair. But it had already happened; he couldn't undo his actions now. Just had to make the best of them.

He tried again to lay down on his side and cried out in pain as he moved, but grit through it and settled himself on his side on the floor.

He hadn't realized he had drifted off into an uncomfortable and dreamless sleep until he was abruptly awoken. 

Namjoon listened intently to the overbearing silence of the house. His heart was hammering in his chest, a sick taste seeping into his mouth as he stared into the impending darkness that had settled over the house. 

Something had woken him up, and Namjoon realized he was terrified.

Terrified of staring into the inky void and fearing he would suddenly see something in it.

He slowly raised himself up to support his weight on his forearms, ignoring the pain of his lower half as he tried to not to jangle the chain.

Some instinct deep inside him was warning him that this wasn't right- something was wrong.

"...Yoongi?" He whispered, voice shaky.

He could sense a presence right outside the door and his heart flooded his veins with fear.

A click, and then the door slowly opened.

A dark figure stood there, silhouetted from the light shining in the hallway.

Namjoon opened his mouth but his vocal cords were frozen.

That wasn't Yoongi.

Behind the intruder, two dark figures suddenly fanned out, revealing three people. From behind them, two more stepped aside.

Five home invaders.

And Namjoon was trapped; still chained to the bed with no key in sight.

Reality cut through his fear induced mind fog and Namjoon scrambled back until he was pressed against the wall. The pain in his ass was immediately forgotten as the strangers stepped inside the room.

Were these the people who started the rumor?

One of them found the light switch and flicked it on, bathing them all in bright white light.

Namjoon winced at the sudden brightness and raised a hand to shield his eyes. He squinted at them, trying to control his racing heart.

They were all wearing black clothes and masks, so it was hard to decide their age, but Namjoon felt that they were a little older than him, based on their builds and heights. They were all men, and they were all carrying a weapon. 

One of them was holding up a phone, and Namjoon wondered if he was recording a video.

Their weapons were pocketknives, for the most part, but one of them made it obvious he was carrying a .38 revolver.

The one in the front walked over and knelt on one knee, his arm tossed over his thigh as he leaned in to inspect Namjoon.

"So," the masked intruder mused, head cocked. "You're the infamous sub of the scene. The 'sub who doms doms'." His tone made it sound like he was smirking behind the mask. "Let's get a look at ya, see if you're really worth the hype."

Namjoon hissed and leaned as far away as he could- which wasn't much since he was pressed against the wall- turning his head away when the man reached out to him.

"Don't touch me! Don't fucking- !"

"Calm down, girl." The man chuckled and grabbed Namjoon's jaw tightly, digging his nails into the boys cheeks when Namjoon tried to wrench his head away. "Just wanna see what we're working with."

Namjoon trembled as the man inspected him, his shaking eyes flicking up to the other men, who had gathered around them. The one with the phone leaned in.

"What's this for?" One of them commented, picking up the chain.

Another laughed. "Looks like someone else captured him first."

C-capture?!

Namjoon jerked his head out of the mans hold. He glared at them, forcing bravery he didn't have. "Who are you? What do you want?"

The man surprised him by responding. "Well I'm Jax, that's Wyatt, he's Keno, Baek and the one holding the gun is T."

The man pointed at each intruder in turn, before facing Namjoon again.

"And you're Kim Namjoon. Birthday; September 12th, 1994. Virgo. Haver of the most beautiful smile and cutest dimples." The man, Jax, grinned behind the mask. "Or so they say."

"What are you doing here?" Namjoon growled, trying to come off as unphased, but his heart was pounding so hard he was sure the men could hear it.

"We're gunna need the key or some bolt cutters." The one holding the chain, Keno, mused. 

"Who locked you up, babygirl?" Jax asked.

"Leave me alone." Namjoon said, knowing they wouldn't. He wished Yoongi hadn't taken his phone- he had no way to call the police. 

Then he had a thought; was Yoongi responsible for these men breaking in? Was this another scare tactic to make him use up his last safe word? Was Yoongi actually just downstairs, not really running an errand at all? 

"The key's gotta be here somewhere." Jax said, looking over his shoulder. "Fan out and search for it. If not, T will shoot the lock."

Namjoon's heart jumped into his throat and he quickly looked at the tall, silent man holding the gun.

T was leaning against the window, arms crossed loosely, gun hanging off his finger as he stared at Namjoon.

"Why are you doing this?" Namjoon asked as the others began to search the room. It was clear they planned to take him somewhere, and though he didn't know exactly where, he knew he didn't want to go.

They ignored him as they worked. The blankets were yanked off the bed and hands searched the pillowcases. The closet door was flung open and the inside ransacked. Clothes were tossed out of dresser drawers and landing in messy piles.

Wyatt, the one recording, kept the phone raised while he searched with one hand.

Namjoon debated screaming for help, but he wasn't sure his voice would carry through the thick walls to the neighbors. He cast a quick glance at T, and shuddered when he discovered the silent invader hadn't stopped staring at him. 

"Where's the key, babygirl?" Jax asked.

Namjoon scowled despite his fear. "Don't call me that."

He regretted saying that instantly when Jax rose slowly and walked over to kneel in front of him again.

The pocketknife flashed briefly in Namjoon's vision before it was suddenly pressed against his neck. The sharp blade bit into his skin and a small rivulet of crimson ran down the boys neck, staining his white shirt at the collar.

It happened so fast that Namjoon was too shocked to react to the pain.

Jax leaned in, his breath fanning against Namjoon's trembling lips. 

"Where is it?" He whispered menacingly. "You should tell me before my hand-" He pressed the knife a little harder against Namjoon's skin, opening the cut more to let more blood stream out. "-slips." 

Namjoon swallowed hard. "I-I don't know."

Jax tsk'ed. "Not the answer I wanted to hear, babygirl."

He tensed- ready to move, and Namjoon panicked.

"I don't know! I swear!" He cried out, turning his head away as he squeezed his eyes shut. "He never told me!"

Jax relaxed. "And by 'he' I take it you mean Min Yoongi? Your boyfriend, correct?"

Namjoon wasn't sure how the man knew that- unless they were part of the BDSM scene? Or someone told them? But what did they want with him? Did they know Yoongi was out of the house? And was that why they launched their break in now?

Namjoon nodded shakily. "He has two copies, I know. One's a spare. But he hides them both, I don't know where- somewhere in this room."

"Good girl." Jax tapped the tip of the blade to Namjoon's nose. He rose and barked commands to his buddies to search the adjacent bathroom.

Namjoon risked another look to T, closing his eyes when he saw the stoic man still hadn't removed his gaze.

His neck stung and blood still freely ran down his neck, soaking into his shirt. Namjoon picked up a nearby discarded shirt and pressed it against the wound, flinching at the sting of pain.

"Found it!" A voice crowed, and Namjoon looked up to see Baek holding up a small key.

He handed it to Jax, who seemed to be the leader of the group, and Namjoon watched as the key was inserted into the padlock around his ankle. The heavy chain fell off and he was free.

"Let's go, babygirl." Jax grabbed Namjoon's arm, making him drop the shirt and hauled him to his feet.

"Let go of me!" Namjoon demanded, pulling back.

Immediately, four knives were pointing at him, and one gun. 

Namjoon quickly relented and let them drag him out of the room. He supposed he was just glad Yoongi had dressed him into clothes. Maybe because he knew these men would be coming?

As scared as he was, Namjoon relaxed a little at the idea of this being another of Yoongi's plans. At least it wasn't a real home invasion.

That thought comforted him until he was suddenly shoved over the back of the couch, his arms grabbed and pulled behind his back.

"Ah! What-"

"Be quiet." Jax growled, roughly tying a scratchy rope around Namjoon's wrists. 

Namjoon winced as it was tightened and the rope cut into his skin. The back of his shirt was grabbed and he was yanked back upright and forcefully marched towards the front door.

Namjoon's heart pounded as Wyatt opened the door for them and the dark night sky greeted him.

From the corner of his eye he saw one of them toss a small piece of paper onto the kitchen table, before resuming helping his buddies grab Namjoon.

He started to struggle, digging his feet in as they pulled him away from the safety of the house. "W-wait, what's this all about? What do you want with me? Where's Yoongi? Why-"

Hands slapped down tightly over his mouth, four of them, and stifled Namjoon's words and holding his head in place as they all grabbed his arms or shirt and forced him outside.

A car with its headlights off was idling quietly in the driveway. Namjoon struggled hard but the five men overpowered him and pushed him up towards it.

"Baek, other side." Jax ordered. "Wyatt, up front. Keno, you're in the middle. I'll take the other side, and T, you drive."

Namjoon lifted his leg and placed it against the side of the car, resisting as much as he could when they opened the door to the backseat and tried to push him inside. 

Baek went to the other side of the car and climbed in, while Jax and Keno held tightly onto Namjoon. T and Wyatt climbed into their seats up front and Namjoon was glad the gun was momentarily out of his vision.

Baek grabbed Namjoon's legs from inside the car and helped his friends load the struggling boy inside.

Namjoon kicked and thrashed when he was laid on his back over the laps of his kidnappers, pain shooting up his spine from his sore ass being pressed against Keno's thighs. His arms were trapped under his back and quickly began to hurt from the weight of Namjoon's body pressing down on them.

The car doors slammed shut and locked as T pulled the car out of the driveway. The overhead lights switched off and threw them into darkness, with only the occasional streetlight flashing through the windows as they drove down the street.

Namjoon gave muffled shouts as he tried to free himself, but six pairs of hands held him down.

"Easy there, babygirl, easy." Jax chuckled, laying an arm over Namjoon's neck to pin him while his other hand grabbed a fistful of the boys hair.

Namjoon winced as the cut on his neck was jostled, giving a soft groan as the hands left his mouth.

Keno draped his forearms over Namjoon's chest and abdomen, leaning forward to add weight to pin the boy down. "He's feisty. I can see why he earned his nicknames."

Baek held Namjoon's legs together tightly. "Feisty? More like stupid. Who the hell struggles when they're outnumbered and outmatched?"

"Fuck you." Namjoon spat, a little hoarse from the arm around his neck.

"Alright, settle down, all of you." Jax gave an annoyed huff. "We have an hour long ride ahead of us and I don't want to spend it listening to y'all bickering."

An hour? Where were they going? Was Yoongi following them? Namjoon grew nervous and anxious again as the car sped silently down the dark road.

"Well babygirl," Jax hummed, running his fingers through Namjoon's hair. "We have an hour to entertain ourselves. Or, an hour for you to entertain us."

Keno laughed and let his legs spread an inch or two apart. "Shit, if he keeps touching my dick I won't need a full hour." 

With revulsion, Namjoon felt his bound hands brush against the mans cock once his legs were parted. He tried to move his hands away but they were trapped between Keno's lap and Namjoon's back.

"Let me go!" Namjoon demanded, renewing his struggling. He tried to throw himself onto the floor of the car- the only place he could really move to- and was promptly held down more firmly.

The men didn't even bother to speak as Namjoon thrashed and shouted. Eventually he grew tired, straining to breathe as Jax continued to put pressure on his neck.

Finally, he stopped completely, sweaty and exhausted and in pain from his sore ass being constantly touched and jostled.

"Better now?" Jax raised an eyebrow, looking down at him.

Namjoon just glared, imagining thrusting a knife into this mans eyes.

"Who are you?" He asked again. 

"I already told you, babygirl. Try to use better listening skills next time."

"That didn't tell me anything. Who are you? Why are you doing this? Did Yoongi put you guys up to this?"

Jax laughed. "Oh, you're funny, baby."

"What's funny?" Namjoon scowled.

"The fact you think your boyfriend had anything to do with this." Jax smirked and Namjoon's blood turned to ice.

Yoongi... didn't plan this? 

This wasn't another one of the doms ideas? 

Namjoon barely held back a whimper as Wyatt turned around in his seat up front and used the phone to zoom in on Namjoon's pale face.

This was a real home invasion.  A real kidnapping. Namjoon had been stolen from Yoongi, and the dom would have no way of finding him. He would come home and see Namjoon gone, and it would be the last time they ever saw each other.

"Cheer up, babygirl." Jax said when he noticed Namjoon terrified expression. "It's a good thing your boyfriend wasn't behind this."

Namjoon was too scared to ask why, but Jax explained anyway.

"Because who really is behind this paid us to kill you."