"...fuck this bullshit." Yoongi exchanged a look with Namjoon and a shorter look with his men, then he put a hand on Namjoon's shoulder so he could climb up onto the stage without looking like an ass. He walked over to the boy, disregarding any protests, while his men drew their guns, ready to point them if need be.

Yoongi got down on one knee and put an arm around the boy, speaking in a low voice. "I've got you. Hyung's got you. You'll be safe with me."

Even as he spoke, he pulled his knife from his pocket and opened it up, careful when he cut through the duct tape. When he got up, he lifted the boy up with him, holding him with one arm and against himself. "I bid three dollar."

A bit of an inside joke between him and Namjoon, but no one else had to know that to drive the symbolism home. "Is anyone else going to bid?"

He gestured with the hand that still held the knife and he knew that his men's guns would follow his movement.