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The Club Called Charm...

Namjoon paced behind the front door, nervously biting his nail as he waited for headlights to pull up in the driveway.

It was a little past 7:00 now, and Yoongi had never been this late getting home before. The fact he hadn't called Namjoon with any updates, and that his phone went right to voicemail was making Namjoon feel uneasy.

Bet aside, Namjoon was anxious about Yoongi. Part of him hoped he was just over reacting. He would gladly take a punishment for calling Sai if it meant Yoongi would be alright.

The sound of a car parking made Namjoon dash to the window, relief flooding his veins when he saw the familiar dom climb out of the car.

Namjoon opened the door for Sai, yanking him inside the house.

"It's good to see you again, Namjoon." Sai smiled at him. "I-"

He paused, taking in the outfit Namjoon was wearing.

Namjoon was too nervous to be embarrassed. He brought both hands to his collar, yanking on it to get the doms attention.

Sai blinked and leaned in. "Ah, I recognize this model. It shocks you if you say any unapproved words or phrases, right?"

Namjoon nodded, glad Sai was smart.

"Oh Suga," Sai huffed and shook his head. Then he smiled. "Makes sense why you called me dom on the phone."

He looked Namjoon over. "Well, the good news is that it comes with a spare remote. If we can find it we can power the collar off and you can tell me what happened."

Namjoon didn't know where the spare was, but he had an idea of where it might be.

He grabbed Sai's hand and led him up the stairs to Yoongi's bedroom. He pointed at the door.

Sai tried the handle but it was locked. He reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife. Switching it open, he used the metal toothpick to pick the lock. A few moments later, the door opened.

"A good dom is a prepared dom." Sai smiled at Namjoon, opening the door for them.

Namjoon stepped into his old room and was immediately hit with nostalgia and the sense of loss.

All the pictures of he and Yoongi together had been removed from the picture frames that sat on their formerly shared dresser.

Namjoon wondered if Yoongi had put them away in storage for the duration of the bet or if he had gotten rid of them completely to maintain his dom headspace.

Sai was rifling through the drawers. "Joon, would you mind looking in the closet for the remote?"

Namjoon hurried over and opened the closet door, seeing the clothes and boxes of his old belongings were gone.

The smell of Yoongi's cologne was slightly in the air as Namjoon slid aside the doms outfits. He missed smelling it.

He missed Yoongi's deep voice rumbling praise in his ear, the doms warm hand rubbing vanilla massage oil onto Namjoon's freshly showered, tattoo free skin.

He checked all the pockets and the shelf, but didn't find a remote.

Desperate, Namjoon decided he would just find a paper and pen and write out everyth-

"Found it!" Sai called triumphantly, holding up a small black remote. He straightened up from where he had been searching under the bed.

Relieved, Namjoon hurried over and Sai disabled the collar for him.

"Is it off?" The dom asked, worried.

"Sai..." Namjoon tested it out.

They both smiled when Namjoon didn't get shocked.