Adopt Me 〉 MYG PJM

Chapter ｆｏｒｔｙ ｆｏｕｒ

Long update enjoy :)

It was a few weeks later. Namjoon and Yoongi were home alone. Jin was at work.

Yoongi had been trying to learn how to do a split while Namjoon just laughed at him. "Yah I can do this!" Yoongi encouraged himself. Namjoon lift him up, "Give up you cat. You're going to end up hurting yourself." He held him. The older whined, "Alright. But what can I do instead?" Namjoon thought for awhile, "Maybe baking? I think master still has some cookie mixture stuff." Yoongi smiled and got excited, "Oh yes that's fun!" He ran to the kitchen.

Namjoon called Jin and waited for him to pick up. When he did Namjoon asked him if he and Yoongi could make cookies. "Uhm.. I don't really trust you with the oven but I think Yoongi could watch over the cookies while they're in the oven I guess. I'll send you a list of the things you need. The instructions are on the back of the cookie mixture. Be safe and don't burn down the house!" Jin said sternly. The bear nodded, "We'll be careful master. Don't worry." Jin told him he loved them and hung up.

"Joonie hurry up!" Yoongi whined from the kitchen. Namjoon chuckled, "Alright. I'm getting all the ingredients hold up."

They happily baked cookies together.

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"Alright now we just need to let them cool off for twenty minutes before we could try them." Namjoon said and stopped Yoongi from grabbing a cookie. The cat whined, "I can't wait that long!" He protested. The bear chuckled, "You can, don't worry."

Then the doorbell rang and Yoongi ran to the door, opening it. It was a man with a box. "Hello sir, your package has arrived." he smiled. Yoongi tilted his head in confusion, "I don't remember master ordering something.." He looked at the box. "Uh.. hold on. Joonie!" He called out and had his back towards the man.

Before he knew it his mouth got covered with his hand and he was taken to the man's van. He tried to scream but it was muffled. The man threw him into the back and tied him up.

Namjoon looked up, "What package?" He asked confused. "Wait Yoongi close the door!" He yelled but got tackled by someone. He tried to fight him but the guy called out for backup. Soon another guy entered the house and tied Namjoon up. "I will fucking kill you both!" He yelled. "He's going to turn into a bear quick!" One yelled, getting panicked. The other one punched Namjoon until he passed out. They carried him into the van and drove away.

Yoongi started crying, "Not again!" He curled up against Namjoon and softly cried. "I-I'm so sorry Joonie." He choked on his tears.

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When the van stopped Yoongi was shaking. What was going to happen now? Will they get sold or used as slaves?

The men took them into a house and left. Yoongi squirmed around and groaned, "Joonie wake up. Please please.."

Then he heard a chuckle from down the hall. He looked up and saw a tall man walking towards them. Yoongi frowned and tried to squirm away. "Where you going kitty? Don't move so much your dress is rising up." He smirked and stopped him. "So I see they picked a little cat and, hm.." He looked over at Namjoon. "I won't be needing him. He's a bear. Plus he's already beaten up it takes the fun away." He sighed and dragged him to a room. "Let him go!" Yoongi yelled.

Once the man locked him up he went back to Yoongi and smirked. "Let's see how good your mouth is." He lift him up and forced him on his knees. Yoongi frowned, "Please untie me sir. I uh.. I can touch you more that way." He lied. He really needed to get away and help Namjoon.

The man chuckled, "No you will only be needing your pretty mouth." He unzipped his jeans and pulled his boxers down and grabbed Yoongi's mouth roughly. The kitten whimpered, almost falling over at the force. He slowly opened his mouth and started sucking the man's member.

The man moaned, "Good kitten. You don't have a rough tongue." He chuckled. Yoongi frowned and kept sucking. It'll be over soon, Yoongi. He groaned and tugged on his hair, pulling the cat closer and closer, not caring that he was gagging and trying to pull away.

If the man didn't stop soon there would be a massive problem. And he didn't stop. He just moved Yoongi's head closer and closer. The cat closed his eyes and threw up. The man gasped and pulled away, watching the cat throw up on the ground. "Look what you've done!" He yelled and slapped him. Yoongi fell on the ground while whimpering. Thankfully he fell next to his vomit instead of into it. The man went away to clean himself up.

The cat squirmed around and started scratching the rope like crazy, somehow managing to cut it open. He quickly got the rope off him and ran away to find Namjoon. Before he got to his room he started screaming because someone was pulling his hair. He fell on the ground and held his head in pain. Namjoon woke up.

"You gross fucking cat! You're going to pay for this!" He yelled and took him to the bedroom. Yoongi screamed helplessly for Namjoon as he got carried away.

In the other room Namjoon growled and changed into a bear, making the rope snap at the sudden size he was. He slammed the door out of the doorframe and rushed upstairs.

As the man threw Yoongi onto the bed he pulled out a big knife from underneath his bed and smirked. "I can't wait to watch you slowly bleed to death." He walked up to him. Yoongi started crying and backing up until he hit the wall with his back.

As the man was about to throw his knife at him, Namjoon burst through the door, tackling the man. Yoongi screamed and covered his mouth as he watched Namjoon punch him. The man took ahold of himself and managed to cut into Namjoon's arm. The bear growled in pain and changed into a human, dropping to the ground. "Joonie no!" The cat screamed. The man quickly got up and looked around, "Fuck where is it?!" He had lost his knife.

Yoongi spotted it in the corner of the room, rushing towards it and grabbing it, pointing it at the man. "Don't you dare come near him!" He screamed and rushed up to the bleeding hybrid. The man groaned, "Like you would even dare to hurt me." He walked up to him.

"Stay away!" Yoongi screamed and stuck the knife forward without looking.