Danger | Sope ✓

10-7B

-Abuse

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Hope still didn't trust Yoongi, not a surprise.

Cuffs secured Yoongi to the bed frame, keeping him from leaving the room. But his legs and neck were free from any restraint, thankfully.

And the soft bed almost coaxed him into sleep. But Hope had told Yoongi to stay awake until he came back. It was already 9 at night and Hope still hasn't returned. Yoongi's back was hunched over, his whole body aching. The handcuffs weren't as tight as before, so they were loose around Yoongi wrists that they didn't hurt him. Unless he lies down of course.

The bed was just too soft under Yoongi; it was too heavenly. It's been forever since Yoongi laid down on a bed, or could sleep properly. But he knew he shouldn't do it... Shouldn't sleep.

He needed to wait for Hope...

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"Wake up, whore!" Yoongi jumped at the sudden smack on his face and the unexpected voice. "I told you not to fucking sleep, didn't I?!"

"I'm s-sorry- I was too tired and- and I tried to keep awake-" Yoongi was stumbling over his words. He couldn't believe he had fallen asleep. For how long? He hoped it wasn't long.

"I don't care!" Hope yanked Yoongi's head forward, the handcuffs damaging his wrists. "I don't care if you're hungry, if you're thirsty, if you're tired. I don't care if you tried to stay up or whatever. I give you an order, you follow. You got that?"

Yoongi nodded furiously, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Because- God forbid- I will leave you down in that basement."

Yoongi shook his head, repeating another apology.

"Shit, you're just another fucking burden," Hope growled, throwing Yoongi's head back. "You're not eating tonight." With that he slammed the door shut, leaving Yoongi broken and cold.

He fucked up. It's his fault. He shouldn't have fallen asleep.

The tears slowed their march, but they still didn't stop, wetting Yoongi's sweatpants and sweater.

He just wanted Hope to be proud of him. He didn't want to fail anyone anymore. He had failed his parents, he failed Namjoon, he failed the entirety of LAPD, he failed Jin, and he even failed Hope.

He wanted someone to pat his back and tell him he did a good job. But he knew he wasn't getting that any time soon.

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head.

He wondered if Namjoon was working on the case. If anyone was working on the case. Did the Chief even care? Did anyone even care?

And Jin. What had happened to Jin? Surely, he's still alive. Because Yoongi is still alive. And Jin must've resisted them right? He didn't say anything right? He's safe, right?

Yoongi's tears finally stopped, leaning the side of his head against the bed frame. He was afraid to sleep. Hope didn't tell him that he could. He received no orders. Just a punishment.

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Yoongi stayed in the living room, his knees pulled against his chest as he sat on the couch. He stared at the blank TV screen, frowning.

Hope had given him permission to watch TV, but he didn't know what to watch. Should he watch a cartoon? The news? A cooking show? He didn't know.

He heard footsteps descending the stairs, causing Yoongi to whip his head towards the sound. Hope was dressed nicely, a suit and tie decorating him. His hair was combed neatly, his fingers buckling on an expensive watch on his wrist.

"Can I leave you here or do you want to go to the basement?" Hope raised an eyebrow at Yoongi who stared at him from the couch. Yoongi nodded, looking away. Hope walked towards him, staring down at the pale officer.

"You're only allowed here, the kitchen, and the bathroom. If I find out you went somewhere else or escaped, I won't hesitate to put a bullet through your head," Hope growled. "Understand?"

Yoongi nodded, avoiding Hope's gaze.

"Good," Hope patted Yoongi's head. "I won't be long."

Hope walked towards the front door, locking the door before driving off in his car.

Which left Yoongi alone.

Yoongi glanced around the quiet but spacious house. He slowly stood from the couch, his feet on the soft white rug. He was hungry, but he didn't know what to eat. Or if he was allowed to for that matter. He dragged his feet to the kitchen, scouring through the fridge and cupboards to find anything that he found appetizing. Though each noodle or hot dog, or kimchi just added to his disgust. He couldn't find food that he thought gave him at least a growl of his stomach. All of them just made him gag.

He shut the fridge, walking up the stairs.

Yoongi thought he wanted to go to the bathroom, yet his feet led him to an unfamiliar room. Was it Hope's room?

He looked around, sitting on the comfortable bed. He noticed his radio on the bedside table. He slowly reached for it, his slender fingers wrapping around the device.

Code 30 he wanted to say. Scream even. Code 30!

His thumb ran over the button, frowning.

Code 30! Please help me!

But he kept his mouth shut, returning the radio back to its original place. He noticed a black phone next to it as well. He picked that up, turning it on to be met with a picture of Holly, his dog.

He wondered if someone was taking care of Holly. Is he fed every day? Does he get to sleep? Does he miss me?

Yoongi frowned as he turned off the phone, throwing it back on the nightstand. He ran out of the room, rushing down the stairs and back on his spot on the couch.

He guessed he can watch a cooking show to pass the time?

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AAA THE NEW ALMBUM JUST CAME OUT, CRIES

I'm posting an extra chapter later lol