It took a long while after being conscious for Yoongi to even try lifting his eyes open. When his eyes were finally clear, his mind came to a sudden stop at the realisation that he was not home.

Scanning his surroundings, his eyes landed on the tub with the washcloth and the IV stuck to his hand causing a faint throbbing.

Right, I was eating and then...

Yoongi cringed as memories of him bawling on the streets resurfaced. He had to get out of there as soon as possible.

Aching all over, he sat up slowly and pulled out the IV gently. Pressing against the wound to staunch the blood flowing out, Yoongi wriggled out of the blankets that seemed too comfortable. Had this been a dream, he would've happily snuggled in and proceeded to sleep. However, the last thing he wanted right now was to overstay his welcome at the stranger's house.

It was weird, to say the least. Who would take a complete stranger to their home? The best anyone would do would be to call the emergency services and leave the rest to them...

Yoongi wiped his sweaty hands on his slightly damp but still unchanged (thank god) clothes. Having not been in anyone else's house in a while was getting to him.

Twisting the door handle, he peered into the darkness before him. At first, he couldn't discern anything but as his eyes adjusted, he could just about make out multiple doors to both sides of the wall. At the end of the corridor, a door stood ajar. Dim light poured out of the room. Shadows danced on the floor as the figures inside rapidly talked.

Yoongi approached cautiously. It felt illegal to be on his own in the winding corridor. The closer he reached to the door, the more difficult it felt to breathe. Standing a few feet away, he didn't have to strain to hear what they were speaking.

"He's an old frie-"

The voice abruptly stopped. Yoongi's heart hammered in his ribcage. Had he been caught already? He had just wanted to find out who had rescued him.

Before he could panic anymore, another voice exasperatedly spoke up.

"He's a what? You're not even sure? Give me a name at least, anything to get by. You can't just expect me, expect all of us to let him stay without doing a background check first."

You know the feeling you get when someone is staring at you? Yoongi felt similar, only ten times worse. They were talking about him. He was damn sure but why would he stay with them?

"He's an old acquaintance. Min Yoongi, if I remember right."

Unconsciously he had moved forward, almost popping his eyes out trying to see who was speaking.

"Then, why do we not know him? I've been around long enough to–, oh..."

Yoongi felt squeamish listening in, but when was the right time to make an appearance?

His hand was nearly touching the door now, about to knock when he found he could no longer breathe. Fingers tightened around his throat painfully before slamming his head into a wall. His hands started grabbing the ones at his throat, desperately trying to break free. His gasps were becoming inaudible as the world started to dangerously tilt.

"Please!"

"Oh, it begs! I love catching rats!"

There was a crash as he suddenly hit the floor. Yoongi weakly coughed as he struggled to calm down.

"Shit! Deep breaths, inhale, come on!"

Through teary eyes, he found himself resting against someone again.

"Taehyung, what the hell!"

"I told you we should've locked that door!"

Pushing weakly against the person holding him, Yoongi only felt his panic worsen when the white noise filled his ears again.

"No,no, not again please.." He felt his mumbles falling onto deaf ears even though he could sense multiple hands prodding at him.

He was back at that place again.

The carousel pressed against his back. Haunting, mirthful laughter echoed. The plastic tags that held him down cut into his delicate skin. The piercing scent of ink as it splattered on his face. The all too familiar hands on his throat.

Yoongi blinked.

His lips were unnaturally moist.

"Tae, you can't just-"

"The kiss worked didn't it, look! His breathing has calmed down too!"

"I hope you brushed your teeth today."

Yoongi's arms were awkwardly pressed against the figure hugging him. He could only stare as the man–the one who strangled him– animatedly spoke while simultaneously lifting Yoongi and descending the stairs.

By the time his initial shock wore off, he was safely tucked in his offencer's arms(ironically) and sitting in his lap.

"Where's Jimin?"

"You know how he gets after missions."

"The rage room?"

R-rage room?

Yoongi's chest vibrated as his offencer hummed in answer.

"Taehyung, let him go. He's uncomfortable."

Yoongi ceased his restricted movements, instead opting to ogle at everyone gathered. Trepidation sunk in at the sight. Well bodied men who looked like they could crush his puny self at any moment.

Scrambling out of the hands holding him hostage, Yoongi counted his minutes as the others settled into the 6-seater L shaped sofa. The rug underneath his feet looked oddly interesting.

All this misplaced humor was the only thing that kept him from spiralling back to his thoughts.

"What did I miss?"

Yoongi looked up to meet the eyes of a kid who strangely resembled a bunny. His eyes shone with invisible stars.

Before the kid could continue, the one who looked to be in charge of the ensemble cleared his throat.

It was as if a sudden light bulb lit in his head as he recognised the undeniably handsome face.

"I believe introductions are in order. The name's Jin, Kim Seok Jin."

Yoongi tried not express any disgust as the man then proceeded to wink at him. He owed too much.

"And that's Kim Tae-hyung."

His eyes caught onto a mop of vibrant blue hair as Taehyung happily nodded while blowing a kiss. Yoongi shivered.

Contagious laughter echoed as Yoongi caught sight of the purple haired man whose gaze left him feeling exposed and raw. "I'm your hope, you're my hope, I'm J-hope!"

Taehyung and Jin booed loudly.

J-hope scratched his ears in embarrassment. "It's actually Jung Ho Seok but feel free to call me Hobi. I think we'll get along really well."

Yoongi doubted it, but nodded and played along.

The bunny-man clasped his hands suddenly giving him a shock. "Jeon Jung-kook." Jungkook then shook their hands. The callouses in his hand, probably after vigorous physical training and the numerous tattoos lining his right arm only made Yoongi gulp.

The only uninterested one was currently swiping through his smartphone.

Yoongi suddenly felt foreboding when Jin's lips twisted into an evil smirk.

"Namjoon!"

The man in question glared at Yoongi who shrunk.

"You'll be in charge of Yoongi."

Both Namjoon and Yoongi spoke at once, "No-"