Taken (BTS Fanfiction) (LEMONS)

Chapter 10

Yoongi was still out of it when Daddy returned, eyes glassy. Mommy gave him a pointed look, reminding him to take care of Yoongi without saying anything. He almost wanted to hide in the bathroom and just pretend like nothing was out of sorts, but of course he didn't and never would. He didn't feel prepared to deal with the situation but Yoongi was his baby and he had a responsibility to always care for and look after the younger even when he didn't want to. He couldn't even imagine himself ever leaving Yoongi to fend for himself, especially not when the other was this vulnerable.

He knelt by where the woman had laid Yoongi, picking him up and lying him face down on the couch where the woman had been spanking him. He had been around long enough to know that it always made dissociative people more frantic and anxious if they came to in a completely different place from where they last remembered being and he didn't want to do anything to upset Yoongi further. Better safe than sorry.

People dissociate differently depending on who they are. It could range from feeling a lack of connection to oneself to completely mentally disconnecting from a situation which was obviously the state Yoongi was in. He felt his heart clench as he looked into the other boy's eyes, hating how void he looked. It was unsettling. He waited patiently for Yoongi to resurface, having a lid-less sippy cup full of water set down right beside the couch. He had a strong urge to pick the younger up and cradle him, feel the warmth and the weight against him but he knew better. It was somewhere around five minutes later when Yoongi came to.

Yoongi blinked a few times, taking a second to observe his surroundings despite the familiarity of them. He turned his head around and locked eyes with the man who simply smiled at him and patted the back of his thigh softly.

"Hey Yoongi-ah. Can you sit up for me?" The man asked, encouraging the boy to move himself instead of picking him up. Yoongi stayed still for a moment, flexing his toes and blinking his dry eyes a few times before he lifted himself up and sat next to the man. The latter decided to push a bit. "Can you sit in my lap? It'll make it easier to give you water," he said softly. Yoongi felt a sudden irrational burst of anger.

"I don't need you to help me drink, fucker. My arms still work," He spat, stomping down his urge to physically hurt the man in favor of leaning down to grab the cup. Who did this fuck think he was. It wasn't like Yoongi had just run a marathon, his energy wasn't drained, he wasn't so helpless that he couldn't do something as simple as taking a fucking drink.

The man backed off, watching as Yoongi drank the water slowly. He knew better than to yell when Yoongi was in this state. He could easily overpower the younger, he knew, but he didn't want to escalate the situation.

There was a silence that hung in the air, Yoongi having drank all the water and set the children's cup down on the floor. He stood suddenly, walking off to the bedroom without a word. He felt oddly fatigued, heaviness weighing down his bones. He climbed into the oversized bed, crawling under the covers and burrowing himself under them. The warmth of the plush duvet brought him a fleeting sense of comfort.

He felt an odd sense of relief flooding through him when there was no sight of the man for minutes after he'd climbed into the bed. He felt light at the prospect of actually having time alone to think.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been at the facility but it felt like an eternity. He refused to give up hope that he'd be rescued, refused to believe that not a single person, outside of these fuckwits and himself, was aware of his capture. It wouldn't be logical. He lived in Seoul, busy and never asleep. Even if no one was around when he was taken there were street cameras basically everywhere, there's no way they could have gotten him here without getting caught by a person or a camera at least once. Hell, he didn't even know where here was .