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Yoongi had never realised being unable to move your limbs was this frustrating while emotionally scarring. Having no control over your body, and the small twitch you can manage took tones of effort and ached afterwards. It rendered him completely vulnerable to his kidnappers (though even if he hadn't been drugged, the muscular builds of the adults would surely subdue any attacks he tried, grasping his thin wrists with one large hand).
He felt trapped in his own body. This is probably what all those people felt on Frozen when they got turned into statues with icy powers, minus the cold. All those animals trapped in glass tanks or small enclosures at the pet shop.
This is what Dolly probably felt inside that little hole in the closet.
The sudden thought made tears leak to Yoongi's eyes. His poor little kitten was all alone in that hole right now, most likely unconscious without food or water or even enough oxygen supply, her breaths shallow and desperate. He had done that to her, his best friend, thinking it was the best thing for her, but truthfully he now knew he was only bringing her sorrow and pain. Dolly hadn't cried for him, she had cried because of how much she hated being shoved inside the dark space for so long with barely any food.
Perhaps the feline would've been better off with the homeless man.
Being ripped from his thoughts as the nursery door opened, Yoongi didn't realise he had started openly sobbing now, cheeks wet with tears. He had woken up around half an hour ago, mind groggy and throbbing for the first few minutes until it had cleared. The insistent lullaby had still been playing, mobile spinning around and dizzying his head. Not wanting to be with his kidnappers, he had stayed quiet and gotten lost with his thoughts in the dark nursery, sunlight now only just slivering through the baby blue curtains and blanketing the room with a glow of warmth.
"Good morning, baby boy." It was Appa, dressed still in his pajamas with a gentle smile gracing his full lips.
Not being able to reply verbally, Yoongi held in his distressed whines and lay there with fear inside his eyes as the man approached. The adult's face visibly softened at the glimmering tear tracks and wide terrified eyes of the youth, the pad of his thumb coming to gently wipe the wetness away.
Yoongi squeaked beneath the pacifier gag, moving his head backwards, glad he had control of at least something.
"Did you go in your nappy, angel?" Appa asked, hoisting the younger from the large crib and sliding his hand into the back of the diaper. Yoongi shrieked in horror and surprise at the foreign feeling, the tears returning but the man was quick to coo over him, reassure him.
"You're all right, baby," Appa whispered, kissing his forehead. "Why don't we go and get you some brekky? I bet this baby's tummy's grumbling for a bottle, hm? Like a baby bear inside your tummy?" A hand come forward, running up and around Yoongi's clothed stomach in tickles. It caught the teenager by surprise and he coughed through the dummy, giggles escaping him despite the humiliation and anger he felt.
