Strip

September 17th, 8:02 A.M.

Yoongi woke up with a soft gasp, gripping the sheets tightly with trembling hands.

His heart raced as the last remnants of his nightmare clung to his mind, sweating all over.

Already, he couldn't remember what it had been about, but the sense of unavoidable doom still pierced his heart.

He glanced at his side, where Namjoon was sleeping peacefully. Shining under the moonlight, the boys beauty was even more radiant, as if he was a direct descendent of the moon itself.

The room was still and quiet, with the closed window blocking out all sounds.

Yoongi sighed, throwing the covers off himself to pad softly down to the kitchen. The glowing time on the oven told him it was almost 2. Too early even for him to stay awake and make some coffee.

Opting for water instead, the detective looked out at the dark night as he waited for his heart to calm down. He pulled out his sleep aides and downed two, chasing it with the water.

The silence of the house accompanied him back up the stairs, where he yawned, pushing open the door to his bedroom.

A breeze.

Yoongi snapped his head up, seeing the window curtains blowing softly in the evening air.

His hand shot to the gun at his side- and his heart fell when he didn't feel it there.

"Shhh," a deep voice smirked. "You'll wake him."

The man standing over Namjoon held up Yoongi's gun, waving it teasingly as if they were two kids in preschool fighting over the same toy.

Yoongi was frozen, just like from his nightmare- unable to move as his heart pounded sick fear throughout his bloodstream.

"He looks just like him, doesn't he?" The man continued, running the gun along Namjoon's cheek. "I bet you've wondered if this was how Seojoonie would have looked if he had been able to grow up. If I hadn't killed him."

Yoongi wanted to shout- to scream- to yell, but his voice was put under a spell.

"I wonder how much it would break you if I took him too?" The man placed his hand over Namjoon's throat, wrapping his long fingers over the smooth skin one by one until he was squeezing the boy.

Yoongi felt himself screaming, felt his throat being ripped by the force of his protests, but not a single sound came out. His legs refused to move, his hands hanging uselessly by his side.

"A complete set." The man was grinning as Yoongi struggled. "All mine. None for you."

At some point Yoongi's eyes must have closed, because all he could see was darkness.

"No! No, no, no, no, NO-!"

Yoongi woke up with a pained gasp, shooting up straight in bed.

It took a few deep breaths and a couple moments to calm down before he realized it was morning, and that it had just been another nightmare.

He raised his hand to his neck, feeling his sore throat.

Quickly, he looked to his side, but the other end of the bed was empty.

Fear gripped his heart that it wasn't just another nightmare after all, and the detective scrambled off the bed.

"Namjoon!" He shouted, thundering down the hallway and leaped down the stairs. "Namjoon!"

The student quirked an eyebrow, from where he was standing by the door, flipping on his coat.

"Calm down there, I'm not setting out to murder some more people, just going to sleep through all my college classes."

Yoongi grabbed the boy and dragged him away from the door, pulling back the curtain just slightly to look outside.

"Uh..." Namjoon watched him. "Is there something I should be aware of?"

Yoongi checked the locks and tightened them, doing so to every door and window in his house. At his bedroom window, the detective slammed it down as hard as he could, nearly breaking it.

"Jeez, what's wrong?" Namjoon frowned. "Why are you trapping me in here? I thought we were making progress."

"I'm not keeping you in here." Yoongi said, grabbing his gun out from under his pillow. He checked to make sure it was fully loaded and slipped it in his belt.

Namjoon crossed his arms. "That's exactly what it looks like."

"I'm keeping someone out."

"That man?" Namjoon grew a little worried. "Why? Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened. Just stay inside today." Yoongi said, fetching a knife that he taped to the back his shampoo bottle, slipping it into the garter that wrapped around his thigh.

"If nothing happened then I want to go to class." Namjoon followed him as the detective grabbed his coat and keys.

"No. Stay inside and don't answer the door or the phone. Stay away from the windows and keep off the lights if you aren't using them." Yoongi pulled out two small evidence bags, and a tiny vial.

"Yoongi, what the hell." Namjoon glared. "You can't just tell me something like that and then not explain why."

"I already did." Yoongi slipped his pocketknife into his back pocket.

"I want to go to class."

"You can go next week."

"I'm paying for this week." Namjoon huffed.

"And you'll attend next week." Yoongi's tone left no room for argument. "Give me your DNA."

Namjoon was about to argue, but the second part cut him off. "I...what?"

"Your DNA." Yoongi held out the small evidence bag, as if this was a totally normal demand.

"What the fuck? No!"

With a huff, Yoongi flicked out his switchblade. He stepped up to the boy and grabbed his hair in one fist, yanking his head down slightly so his other hand could swipe the blade across. The knife cut through the soft brown strands, leaving them to flutter down to the floor.

"Yoongi!" Namjoon exclaimed, shoving him away. He grabbed at his hair in disbelief, as if Yoongi had chopped off the whole thing instead of a few millimeters.

"You look fine, don't be dramatic." Yoongi swept up a few hairs and dropped them in his bag. He held up the blade again. "Now are you going to cooperate for the blood part?"

"You want my DNA so bad?" Namjoon glared, fed up. "Fine, then fucking take it!"

He spat on the detective's face.

Yoongi glared as he felt the spit run down his cheek, raising a hand to wipe it away into the second bag. His fingers made the blade dance around them, before pointing it at the boy.

"Relaxed now?"

Namjoon crossed his arms and backed up. "If you're going to insist on doing this and not tell me why, then I want to be the one to do it."

Yoongi debated it, before flipping the blade over so it was pointing at him, and handed the handle to Namjoon.

Namjoon took it with a glare, raising it to the pad of his finger. He dug the tip in, making a red drop bloom.

Yoongi uncapped the small vial and held it up, and Namjoon hovered his finger over it.

It took a few moments for the drops to gather enough weight to fall into it, but after Yoongi was satisfied, he slipped the cap back on and put all the DNA bags in his pocket.

"I'll be home later. Lock the door behind me." Yoongi gave no explanation as he left.

Namjoon watched him go, knowing he could walk out of the house and go to classes like he had planned to. He sucked on the tip of his finger until the bleeding stopped.

He hesitated for a few moments, before finally shutting the door and locking it.

"Fucking bastard." Namjoon muttered, walking to the detective's pantry to steal the cookies he knew Yoongi kept hidden there.