Telescope

6

As soon as Yoongi heard the doorbell ring, his first thought was Fuck- Chol's home early.

Then his next thought was Wait, why would a homeowner ring his own doorbell?

His third and final thought before springing into action was SHIT- NAMJOON ISN'T GAGGED.

Sure enough, Namjoon had realized the situation as well, and was already screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Help! Help m-"

Yoongi was on him in a second, pressing both hands down tightly over the boys mouth. It was difficult- Namjoon was struggling hard and the flimsy knot Yoongi had loosely tied over his arms was slowly coming undone from the boys struggles.

"Stop it, be quiet!" Yoongi hissed in Namjoon's ear.

Namjoon jerked his head back, headbutting Yoongi who cried out and rolled off.

"Get off me! Help!" Namjoon shouted.

Cursing, and knowing his nose was bleeding now, Yoongi grabbed the gag again and straddled Namjoon's back.

The dimpled boy's cries were muffled as Yoongi tightened the strap over his mouth.

"Fuck, you're not behaving, Joon." Yoongi had to lay himself over the struggling boy, using all his body weight to pin him down. Even then, he knew he was only succeeding because Namjoon was on his front and couldn't use his arms to shove Yoongi off.

Blood dripped from his nose, landing in tiny crimson splatters over Namjoon's exposed, cinnamon skin, though the boy didn't seem to even notice it as he continued to thrash and twist under Yoongi.

The doorbell rang again, either having heard Namjoon's screams and was now wanting some answers or hadn't heard anything and was just some pushy salesperson. Either way, Yoongi wanted them gone. But first, he had to make sure Namjoon couldn't run while there was potential help so close by.

Yoongi grabbed the rope and slid it down Namjoon's arms, retying it around his wrists and making it tight. Despite the bandages providing a small layer of protection to his chaffed skin, Namjoon whimpered in pain, and Yoongi felt bad, but he had to do it. Firstly, to restrain the boy, but also to punish him for disobeying, and for breaking Yoongi's nose.

Keeping his weight on Namjoon's back, Yoongi turned around so he was facing the boy's legs. While Namjoon continued to let out muffled whines, Yoongi grabbed another rope and tied his ankles together, also tight.

"I'm sorry to have to do this, but you didn't give me a choice." Yoongi sighed, laying back over Namjoon. He patted the boy's head. "I'm going to get rid of whoever is at the door, and then we can have a talk, okay?"

Namjoon shook his head, but Yoongi had already gotten off and walked to the dresser. The smaller boy picked up a set of padded cuffs, adjusting the size of it as he headed back to the bed. He grabbed the boys' cuffed ankles and pulled them back, cuffing them to the boy's tied wrists, effectively hogtying him so that Namjoon couldn't roll over, or off the bed.

The doorbell rang again, and Yoongi cursed, cupping a hand to his wounded nose. "Damn, why won't they just leave?"

He walked to the door and, with one last look at Namjoon crying on the bed, he hurried out and shut and locked the door behind him.

After a quick stop to the downstairs bathroom to clean his nose, Yoongi walked to the front door and looked through the peephole.

A man in a brown delivery uniform stood on the porch, shifting impatiently from foot to foot as he tapped on a handheld device.