"Shut it!" Jin yelled, holding up both his hands.

"Well I don't want to!", countered the man he now knew as Namjoon.

Yoongi's eyes ran back and forth as both men tirelessly tried to prove their point.

A little away, he noticed that Hoseok was on a call with him pinching his nose bridge. At the doorway to the living room, Taehyung was pulling a protesting Jungkook to the dining hall.

Maybe Taehyung was right. He was indeed a rat.

Slowly Yoongi backed up to the front door. His eyes still lingered on the men arguing but it looked like he had little to worry. Namjoon's buff body who faced away from him, entirely concealed Jin.

The opportunity couldn't be any more perfect.

He approximately had a minute or two to make it outside. Yoongi decided to take his chances.

Bolting through the front door, it took him a few seconds to figure out which way to turn. Upon seeing the elevator just a few feet away from him, Yoongi sighed in relief.

Luck probably regretted ditching him earlier in the day because the elevator neither needed any fingerprint scan nor face identification. The rich perhaps weren't as rich in their head.

Yoongi could feel the physical excursion catching up to him again. His headache was back in full force as he staggered out of the elevator and to the garage. With slow steps, he dizzily turned in a circle trying his best to figure the way out.

All of a sudden, the hair at the back of his head stood.

A high-pitched giggle sounded behind him.

Not daring to breath, Yoongi glanced out of the corner of his eyes.

In the dark, pearly white teeth shined as it stretched into a grin.

Yoongi immediately ducked and inched towards one of the nearby car's tires.

"Hey, kittie-kittie, don't be afraid~"

What the actual fuck? Why is everyone here cuckoo?!

Yoongi felt around in the dark. No sooner, his hands came in contact with smooth metal. If he squinted enough, he could see the outline of a car. He was in between two vehicles. Bending with his nose nealy touching the ground, his eyes bulged at the closer proximity of a pair of shoes. Turning a complete 360, Yoongi quickly looked through the glass windows of the other car. He was unsure why it took him this long to notice the circular and winding ramp.

"Meow!"

Yoongi startled, nearly cursing out loud. The ramp was too far away to reach and yet the creepy man was getting closer still.

When left with two bad choices, you take the better one right?

It would only delay the inevitable. But at least he would feel better if he tried.

Without any further thoughts, Yoongi ran from his cover. Not even halfway to the ramp, he realised that no one was following him.

However, turning back to check was his worst mistake.

Pain bloomed across his head as something distinctly heavy struck his head. He was on the floor, writhing and clutching at his swollen head. Through squinted eyes, he saw a tire with nails sticking out lying ahead of him.

The motherfucker-

"Hurts, dosent't it?"

The man effortlessly plucked him from the ground before carrying him over the shoulders. Somewhere along the process, Yoongi's tired eyes closed shut.

Just how many times would he faint in a day?

It wasn't long before he came to though. He found his arms swinging stupidly as he watched the world upside down. Blood oozed down his head and dripped pitifully to the floor with each step the man took.

There was a slight pause in momentum which was abruptly interrupted by the loud slam of a door.

"Jimin, we only told you to stop him!"

"But you didn't specify how either!"

Now, blood wasn't the only thingy that colllected on the floor. His tears silently made way through his damp hair. "Please, I just want to go home." Hiccups occasionally filtered through as he made no attempt to keep silent.

Suddenly uprighted, Yoongi couldn't see through the blood dripping to his eyes. He desperately cultched at the person nearest to him instead.

"Please, I swear you'll never find me near Jin. Or anyone else for that matter. I beg you, please let me go."

As if in a trance, he repeated the same over and over again. It felt as though he was in someone else's body.

"Out! I'll be the only one tending to him. You will not speak to me until I allow it."

"Earth to Yoongi."

Yoongi found himself seated on the sofa from before. But he didn't remember doing so.

Gentle hands wrapped gauze around his head. On the floor, stained cotton and two forceps were lumped up in a heap on a surgical box. He frowned, were they trained medical professionals?

"Relax, I know you won't trust me but I'll make sure none of the guys will hurt you again." Jin forced himself to smile. His eyes were red rimmed. Had he been crying too?

They were a lot of questions to ask which only left Yoongi feeling more embarrassed and awkward.

"Why won't you let me go?"

"Well...I guess there's no beating around the bush anymore." Jin stood up before wiping his hands on some wet towel. "But first let's get you upstairs. There'll be a party here soon and the only off-limit spaces are our bedrooms. I doubt Taehyung cancelled it."

He chuckled before he nervously glancing at Yoongi. "Would you be okay with staying in my room for now?"

He didn't know whether it was because Jin thought his room was untidy or whatnot. But he'd seen much worse. "It's just a bedroom."

Jin smiled again, however this time more natural. "Touché."

Half leaning on Jin, they slowly made their way up to the room. After puffing up a pillow for Yoongi to rest on, Jin stood up. Latching onto his arm, Yoongi scratched his ears. "Stay."

"I...I'll go see why Jungkook is taking so long with the soup."

"You're making excuses. How long..." At Yoongi's sigh, Jin folded.

Fear was visible in his eyes. His slightly shaking fingers fully covered the hand that Yoongi previously used to stop him. Yoongi could only watch as he settled cross legged on the floor before laying his head down on the bed.

"We were friends, Yoongi. In the junior year of high school. I'm pretty sure you don't remember-"

"I'm pretty sure I would remember having a friend. Especially someone as handsome as you."

Jin shook his head no. The duvet still covered his face. "Wasn't there someone who always missed out on attendance in our class?"

Yoongi silently gasped as Jin turned his head to smile sadly at him.

"Yeah, I was the kid with the burns."