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The Angel

That night was the most uncomfortable of Namjoon's life.

He couldn't tell which aspect was worse about being in the cage; the hard, unbreakable walls; the cramped quarters that put his limbs to sleep with no way of stretching out, or the fact he was locked in here and unable to get out unless Yoongi came with the key.

Also competing for his attention was the fact he was naked, and therefor shivering without any blankets to offer him any warmth throughout the long night, as well as his full bladder and his neck- which still felt sore and tingly from being shocked so many times last night.

He had tried to pull on the collar to offer some relief to his reddened skin, but the heavy steel didn't budge even a millimeter.

He was hungry too. His stomach was used to being filled with delicious food whenever he wanted, but now all he had eaten in 24 hours was a cheap bowl of cereal. His throat craved water, and Namjoon had spent most of the night imagining himself drinking some over and over in again in a futile attempt to alleviate the ache.

Briefly, he wondered if he should admit defeat.

But no- he wouldn't. It was only one day into the bet, after all. It would be his biggest humiliation if he quit this early. He would never live it down.

Even if he lost later, it would at least be a loss he could stand. At least he could say he had tried his best.

Giving up after one day was not his best.

His lower abdomen cramped, reminding him yet again that he was about to lose control of his bladder. His hands were already between his legs, desperately trying not to piss himself, but it was a battle he was slowly losing.

He wondered if he should just let go. He knew it would anger Yoongi, and that would be a small victory.

But then he thought about it and decided being left in a puddle of his own piss wasn't a victory to be proud of.

His head snapped up when he heard the sound of the door being unlocked- another new feature to his new room. Before, there hadn't been a lock on the door.

Yoongi yawned as he stepped inside the room, one hand ruffling his messy black hair. He stood on his tiptoes and raised his arms above his head to stretch, clearly showing off to the cramped, caged boy, who could only wish he could do the same.

"That was a great night." Yoongi said as he walked over. "Having that whole bed all to myself. I slept like a baby. And not having someone steal all the covers? Amazing. I'm so glad we started this wager, pet. I hope it never ends."

He was kidding, Namjoon thought. Right?

With the collar on, Namjoon didn't want to speak and risk it going off if he said the wrong thing. Also, he didn't think he could manage a word anyways with how dehydrated and sore his throat felt.

Yoongi walked over and knelt down to peer into the cage. He rested one arm on the top of it, head tilted as he studied Namjoon.

The dimpled boy looked into Yoongi's eyes, searching for a glimmer of the old dom, but didn't find anything other than his own reflection.

"Is my pet ready to behave better today for dom?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

Namjoon nodded.

"Hmm..." Yoongi debated it. "I'm not totally convinced. I know first hand just how bratty you can be. Maybe another 24 hours in here will change your mind."

He stood up to leave and alarm shot through Namjoon.

Desperate, he reached through the bars in an attempt to grab Yoongi's shirt, but his fingers couldn't grip the fabric in time. He knew Yoongi had felt the soft tug but was ignoring it. Ignoring Namjoon.