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Chapter 4

The next time Yoongi woke up from his slumber, he once again tried and failed when it came to rubbing his eyes. He couldn't move any limbs at all, apart from his fingers and toes. Everything else was floppy. The room around him was pretty dark, and the curtains were closed, so he guessed that it was either late at night or really early in the morning. Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes as he eventually gave up trying to move. He whimpered as he let them escape, his quiet cries filling the silent room. The door opened, revealing a male that Yoongi had never seen before. The male had a pacifier in his hand, and was dressed in a huge onesie.
"Yoonie need 'o be 'uiet." The male said with broken language, lowering the bars of Yoongi's cot, "If 'ou're not 'uiet then 'addy won't 'e happy, Yoonie. My 'addy said this 's wha' happens to 'ad boys." He then pulled something out from behind his back, which made Yoongi cry even louder- it was the pacifier strap again.

The small male sucked on his own paci as he lifted Yoongi's head up, strapping the pacifier to the 17 year old's mouth. There was no way that he didn't put it on someone- or have it put on himself multiple times- before. Once again, it was way too tight, even for a gag. He coughed painfully as the unknown male practically skipped out of the room. Yoongi hated it. He couldn't even move or take the gag off, because of his suddenly non responsive limbs.

Choking on his own breath, Yoongi tried savoring every breath he could. He needed Seokjin or Namjoon to save him. They said they wouldn't let it happen again. They said they would protect him from danger. They said they wouldn't let anyone touch him. They said they wouldn't let him hurt. They said they would be his knights in shining armour. But, they weren't there. They had broken all of those promises. He kept choking violently with his eyes shut tightly in pain as he let out strangled noises until he felt the gag being lifted off his face. He was relieved when he could finally breathe again. Opening his eyes, Yoongi was face to face with a crying Eom- Seokjin.

"I'm so sorry, Yoonie. I'm so, so sorry." Seokjin cried, picking Yoongi up and cradling him in his arms like his life depended on it, "TaeTae was meant to be sleeping. I'm sorry, Yoonie. We broke our promise. I'm sorry, baby. I really am." The 17 year old boy hated the fact that tears of his own started to fall. He cursed mentally at himself for always crying when others did. Seokjin rubbed their noses together, and the teenager couldn't help but get lost in the older's eyes. "Uncle Hobi is going to tell TaeTae for this. He has spankies for hurting Yoonie." Seokjin explained to Yoongi with a calm tone, scared that if he was too loud the latter would break onto a billion pieces,  "Daddy and I are very sorry, Yoonie. We love you and we promise that it won't happen again. For real this time." The younger couldn't help but feel comfort in the male's words- he had never really been comforted before; it was definitely something he could get used to.

You're not a baby, Yoongi. Snap out of it, the younger male growled mentally at himself. He tried speaking to Seokjin to tell him that he was not a baby, but words didn't come out. Only strange gargling noises that sounded like a baby. Seokjin cooed, hugging Yoongi even tighter.
"Sorry Yoonie, but babies don't speak. Daddy gave you special medicine after yesterday so you won't be able to talk or move as much as you used to. I'm really sorry baby, but we can't have you kicking and screaming at us like you were yesterday. We're only doing this because we love you. Remember that, OK Yoonie?" The latter only let out more baby noises, tears welling up in his eyes. His chances of escaping- gone. His chances of fighting back- gone. His chances of communication- gone.

"Shh..." Seokjin cradled him slowly in his arms, bouncing him a little here and there, "Everything's going to be just fine. Daddy and Eomma hated seeing your old Appa hurting you like he did, so we just had to save you. We love you, Yoonie." Once again, there was a bottle placed in front of Yoongi's lips. This time, Seokjin didn't have to squeeze it or hold Yoongi's nose to get him to drink it. The seventeen year old started sucking the bottle on his own. He convinced himself it was because his throat was sore and scratchy from coughing so much- which was ninety five percent true. The other five percent was because he was thinking about the lifestyle they were offering him- No. That five percent was the drugs messing with him. He was seventeen, not a two year old. There was no way he was giving in that easily.

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Jeongguk whimpered as he sat on the carpet of the floor in his and his 'brother's bedroom that they shared. His hands were clutched over his ears in attempt to block the horrid noises coming from the other room, yet it didn't seem to work as well as he wanted it to. Giving up, he let out a long whine as tears filled his eyes. A distant voice could be heard yelling, "That's enough!". But then there was a bang against the wall, and the pleas had stopped.

All Jeongguk wanted was a nice, calm family that was better than his old, horrible one. At first, he thought this would be good for him. He thought it was perfect. But it wasn't. He would always do his best in trying to please his 'daddy', which also meant that he had to act happy so the latter wouldn't know he was scared. His big brother also fell for his act of being happy, which meant that he had only dug himself a deeper hole. Jeongguk could only be himself when he was alone. Oh, how he wished Taehyung would do the same as he did. That way, he wouldn't get hurt. The younger cared for him so much, but he just wouldn't listen.