"Should we watch a movie or play a game, Kook?" Taehyung asked the boy cheerfully after Seokjin dropped him off.

"Game!" Jungkook cheered, kicking his arms and legs into the air, falling backwards onto his back.

Taehyung complied, pulling out a board game that was supposed to help improve the boys knowledge of colors, numbers and help define his fine motor skills.

He set it down between them and handed him the dice to roll.

Jungkook's tongue poked out as he concentrated on rolling it, landing on six.

"Okay, now write six down six times in your book." Taehyung encouraged.

While Jungkook did that, Taehyung started preparing the boys medicine for the morning.

"Tae?" Jungkook called, not looking up from his work.

"Yes?" Taehyung asked, crushing the pills into powder.

"Where Gi?"

"Gi?" Taehyung blinked, stopping his movements. "Yoongi?"

"No comed home last night." Jungkook pouted. His sadness was instantly lost when he grabbed the dice again and rolled it. "Got seven!"

"Yoongi didn't come home last night?" Now Taehyung was worried and quickly grabbed his phone.

He didn't want poor Jungkook to have another close family member ripped away from him when he was so young.

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"Thanks for letting me crash last night." Yoongi yawned as he sat up.

Namjoon nodded, pulling on his shoes. "No prob. I gotta get to class, so just lock the door when you leave."

Yoongi waved goodbye to the boy, before pushing the blanket off of him and sliding off the couch.

He was just going to get ready for the day before heading out, and he was definitely going to stop at his hideout as well.

He wasn't going to school today, he had something more important to do.

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Namjoon walked along the dark road to class, putting his headphones in.

The streetlights were still on since it was still dark out, and there wasn't a soul in sight.

His phone buzzed, but Namjoon had a feeling it was the unknown texter, and he ignored it.

He still didn't know what that person wanted with Yoongi, and even after spending some time with the boy Namjoon still couldn't figure out anything special about him.

He wondered how long he would have to do this for, or if he would he blackmailed into following Yoongi around for the rest of his life.

He couldn't do that, he had to study for midterms.

He sighed and listened to his music, turning the corner-

A hand reached out from the shadows and clamped down over his mouth, yanking him back.

Namjoon cried out in surprise, muffled. He dropped his phone as his hands shot up the attackers, trying to pry it off his mouth.

Something sharp poked his side.

"Don't move." A deep voice warned.

Namjoon forced himself to freeze, not wanting to give the attacker a reason to use the knife.

He was dragged back around the corner to the deserted alleyway. At least his headphones had fallen out when he had dropped his phone, so he could hear what was going on.

The sharp poking at his side thankfully was moved away as the attacker pocketed it, pulling something else out.

The hand from his mouth was removed, but before Namjoon could shout, another hand quickly pressed a wet rag over his mouth instead.

The boys eyes widened at the chemical scent coming from the rag and he struggled against the attacker, but the drugs worked quick and he could feel his strength draining him. His eyes started to close as darkness fogged up his vision, eventually taking him over.

He slumped back and the attacker caught him, smirking in the darkness as he dragged the boy away.

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