Strip

September 14th, 4:17 P.M.

Okay, now he was being kidnapped, for real this time.

Tied up in the back of someone's car- yeah, this was like the actual definition of kidnapping.

Kick out the taillights.

And have Yoongi kill him for damaging his prized car? No thanks.

Namjoon stayed still, the only movement being when he flipped onto his front to ease the pain of his arms being crushed under all his weight.

He bit the money tightly between his teeth, tasting his own sweat on the paper.

Yoongi was a real fucking asshole.

Namjoon wasn't a killer, but if he ever got a chance to take Yoongi down...

The car parked and Namjoon's heart pounded as he heard the engine shut off, soft footsteps heading his way.

The trunk popped open and Namjoon flinched when the bright sunlight shone in his face.

"Nap time's over, peaches." Yoongi grabbed him, yanking Namjoon out of the car with painful tugs. "Let me see."

The detective smirked when he saw the money was still between the strippers teeth. "Maybe you're a good boy after all."

He grabbed the money out, pocketing it.

Namjoon was too tired to argue. It was only fifty seven dollars anyways, nothing he couldn't get back times ten once he was finally free.

Yoongi grabbed him again, leading him back to the house.

Namjoon let himself get dragged, too hungry to resist. Surely Yoongi had to give him something to eat or drink by now, or at least let him take a shower-

He stopped, bumping into Yoongi when the detective abruptly froze.

He peered over the mans shoulder, surprised to see a small item on Yoongi's front step.

It looked like a golden scale, like the sign of Libra. A paperweight. It was crimson on one side in a weird splatter shape, and Namjoon realized with horror it was blood.

"Yoongi...what is that?"

Yoongi let go of him, pulling out his gun.

The front door was just barely open.

"Yoongi-"

"Stay out here." Yoongi crept forward, nosing open the door with the gun.

It creaked until it stopped, a few inches open now.

Namjoon watched with a pounding heart as the detective slowly stepped inside, quickly aiming his gun around as he checked all sides.

Yoongi moved slowly, placing his feet carefully as to not make any sounds.

He checked the living room, seeing no one inside. Nothing had been touched or moved out of place. He cleared the kitchen, and went upstairs.

The hallway, bathroom and bedroom was clear.

His office door was open ajar.

He had locked it before leaving the house today.

Tightening his grip on the gun, he suddenly kicked the middle of the door, banging it open wide as he rushed in.

It was empty.

Yoongi checked under his desk, behind his bookshelf and peered out the window at his backyard.

No one was in here but him.

Yoongi stuffed his gun away and walked to his desk, examining the papers and files he had left out.

Nothing had been tampered with, but someone had definitely been in here.

Yoongi stormed back down the stairs and went outside.

Namjoon had bent down, studying the scale paperweight as best as he could with his hands still handcuffed behind him.

"Whose blood is this?" He asked, fearing someone was in trouble.

Yoongi picked up the paperweight, examining it closely.

"It's mine."