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I've been inactive for a while now. But I have awesome news for I Want The Headline fans! I have officially made a printed copy of the story!!!!! I only have 1 copy at the moment, however, if y'all want to buy one then let me know. Message me here or on insta or whatever. It was expensive to make 1 copy so I need to figure out how much each copy will be. I'll most likely charge  between $15 -$25 per copy.  Picture of the book is attached.

Word Count 1032

A/N @dancingalone21 I entered Lau’s AU Funny Quote Challenge, with the Quote, “It takes two to have, you know, hardcore sex.” From Dean. Quote will be in bold.

Warnings, suggested smut, very suggested, rude customer service, booze, virginity.

Reader POV

I stood behind the bar, looking at all of my waiters, letting out a sigh of relief, glad everything was finally running smoothly. I had just gotten my bar up and running, barely, when we had our grand opening, my waiters were still being trained, and I was having to bartend.

That’s when he showed up, his green eyes showing interest as they scanned my bar. I smirked slightly, pouring a shot of whiskey for the man right in front of me, he seemed old, with salt and pepper hair, and beard.

Written By: suga-of-daegu BTS Fanfiction Angst WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Mafia/Gang

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Captain Jeon crossed the street, maneuvering around people easily. It always seemed that even the most dense crowds, were parting for a man in uniform. He kept his head low, trying not to be even more noticeable than a uniformed officer who stood over a head taller than most of the people around him could be. But people still stopped and stared and followed them with their eyes to see where he was going. And once they saw that he was making a beeline to the roughed up man who stood just as tall as him with the same strong jaw and tired set to his eyes as he, their curiosity tapered a bit.

The captain had come to a stop directly in front of his little brother, but all the other man had done was slowly look up to meet his gaze. Then his tired expression was lowering to the captain’s left and right. “Where is she?” He asked softly, gaze cutting to the opposite side of the street in case you had somehow missed the light. His older brother rocked on his heels, slowly answering,

“She’s gone.”

Jungkook looked confused,“You let her go.” He corrected. Of course he had let her go. “Why would you leave her alone?”

“Why do you care?” He countered gently. “You questioned why you were still with her and now she’s gone. You didn’t go after her, I think that makes how you felt about her pretty clear.” Jungkook looked away, that was true. He had decided not to pursue and now you were truly gone; but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to miss you.

It was big city, if you really wanted to disappear, you could. Captain Jeon cleared his throat,“She told me she was forced into your group. You and your ‘family’ held an innocent woman against her will. That’s not right, Jungkook. How..how could you stand for something like that? How could you have said you loved her, but kept her against her will?”

“We all start out some way.” He mumbled,“She was traded for a ring. I was abandoned by our father. Tae was dropped off by his step mom. Jimin was tricked by a woman. Namjoon was convinced by a man he thought was like a brother to him. I think Jin was fed some lie that it was family thing. Yoongi was..I don’t know how he got in, but we all got in some way and once you’re in you can’t leave. I can’t leave and neither can she.” Tae may have said you weren’t family, but Jungkook had been with you. He had protected you and treated you like everyone else in the organization. He had fought with you and held you and cried with you.

You were his family.

You were part of the family.

The officer frowned deeply. “So what organization is she in? It can’t be yours if you just let her go and Min threatened her. She’s not with anyone, she’s just stuck.” He checked the streets, eyes skipping over the passing people. It was habit ingrained into him from the police academy, but he noticed that Jungkook did the same thing, eyes subtly scanning over anyone who walked too close to them.

Jungkook furrowed his brows,“I..I don’t know. Everyone else treated her like..they just treated her different, but I’ve always viewed her as one of us. She’s part of the family to me, I don’t understand why everyone else thinks differently.” Captain Jeon sighed softly.

“Is she..was she the first girl you’ve ever been with..?” Maybe that was why Jungkook saw no fault in how you had come to him. He was too attached to the fact that you were the first woman he had such an intimate relationship with.

Jungkook had frowned, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Where was this line of questioning leading to? “No.” He deadpanned,“I’ve been with girls before her and after her. She’s not..she’s not different that way. Her and I never-”

“What’s special about her to you then?”

The younger of the two took a step back, face pinching,“Don’t you want me to leave her alone?” He growled,“Why are you trying to make me remember why I love her? That’s just going to make me go after her again.”

“You look so lost.” Captain Jeon whispered,“And since I first met you, after knowing that you were my family, she’s the only thing that’s brought a smile to your face.” He licked his lips,“Seeing the way you cradled her close when she was discharged..and the way you didn’t hold back with our dad when trying to get your visitation restored…” He shrugged, “And how troubled you looked when you couldn’t remember why you loved her.” Captain Jeon looked away, shaking his head,“You must’ve loved her so fiercely, so passionately and now it’s just gone..and you’re both so somber.”

Jungkook’s face pinched as if he was in pain, “She has Yoongi.”

Yoongi stared blankly at the cracking concrete wall. Blinking sedately, he felt an itch crawling up his throat, but ignored it, eyes tracing over the splintering edges of the crumbling wall. It had been over three days and although he had not tried to find out anything about your whereabouts, he was burning on the inside that you had not come back to see him.

Like he had told you to.

However, Captain Jeon had visited six times. Each time waving a new accusation in his face. Abduction, murder, assault, possession of illegal weapons, the works. All the bland accusations he was used to. Yoongi had only rubbed at his eyes tiredly, swiping the folders off the metal table and leaning closer to the officer.

“How’s your little brother? Still hiding Y/N under his belt?” He had murmured. The resemblance was immediate once Yoongi had stopped glaring at him. The officer was a burly, lighthearted replica of the broody little shit who thought he owned you. Yoongi could see that. Officer Jeon had bristled, eyes narrowing at the mention of Jungkook. He never would have thought Yoongi would ask about him, but the moment your name was hissed between clenched teeth, Captain Jeon understood.

Yoongi wanted to know about you.

“She’s free.”

At that, the mafia boss’s lips had snapped shut. He had leaned as far back as possible in his seat, handcuffed hands settled neatly and patiently in his lap. But the way he picked at his thumbnail told otherwise. That answer was something that he had never considered and it had put him on edge.

“Free?” Yoongi had echoed. The word tasted bitter on his tongue. You were as much a mafia member as himself or your brother. Members didn’t just become 'free’. There was a price to pay or there was something you had to take. The only apparent thing that stood between you and 'freedom’ was Jungkook. “Did she kill him?” He asked curiously. Captain Jeon had glared back at him, angered at the absurd answer.

“Do you really think I’d say that she was free if I knew she had killed Jungkook?”

Yoongi had shrugged, smirking at the officer, “You seem to have a soft spot for her.” He teased darkly, “After all, I’m pretty sure she’s the only suspect for the murder of one Park Jimin and yet..” He paused, “She’s free.”

“Technicali-”

“Mhm,” He cut in, nodding furiously. He had raised up his handcuffed wrists, nodding towards the opening door, “Technicality issues, happens all the time.” Yoongi chuckled, “Just like now.” Captain Jeon had swiveled in his chair, confusion twisting his features as two guards stepped in, keys jangling from one’s hands. They flanked Yoongi, one unlocking the cuffs as the other politely helped him stand. Yoongi was in for a life sentence, the Captain was personally making sure of this. What was happening? He waited for the guards to answer him, but they remained silent and stone faced.

Yoongi stood between them, the corners of his lips tilting up as he rubbed his wrists. The captain sure wasn’t expecting that, was he? But if the police captain could pull the technicality card and so could Jungkook, then there was no doubt Yoongi could find some leverage too. It was a good thing that the judge and lawyers overseeing his case had exquisite taste in the red light district of the city; which so happened to be up for grabs between organizations. One little call and mountains of photographic evidence were flooding Yoongi’s mailbox down in the mailroom.

“Wait, what’s going on?” The captain finally voiced. The two guards looked away from him, neither wanting to mention the little loophole that usually got an officer the outcome he wanted.

“Technicality, of course.” Yoongi replied. Nodding his head towards the doorway, Yoongi motioned of the man standing there, “Meet Jin…or Seokjin, I believe you know him as.”

Foot still wrapped tightly and settled into a boot, Jin stood silently, neatly pressed suit tapered snuggly. He looked almost exactly the same as when the captain had last seen him. The only thing missing was the shiny golden badge hooked onto his belt. Jin still had the soft look to his face that had confused the captain if the man had ever seen the inside walls of the police academy; but once the man had rattle off drill maneuvers, squad numbers, instructor names and even yearly senior pranks there was no doubt that the man had been in the academy at some point. That, and the way he seemed to know the ins and out of protocols and patrol routes. Then he had murmured the word 'undercover’ and that filled in all the obscurities that Captain Jeon had noticed about him. “Seokjin?”

“Looks familiar right? Your undercover friend? Works for me.” Yoongi grinned, “He’s also Y/N’s older brother.” It was then that Jin had smiled softly, eyes downcast. And the captain was reminded of the way you had look when Jungkook had gently whispered something to you. You and Jin did, in fact, look very similar. The entire part about working for Yoongi was what stumped him. Perhaps this was all a part of his cover? But Captain Jeon never remembered anything about freeing convicts for the sake of their cover. Wasn’t it when the bad guy was in jail that the undercover bit ended?

Was there a man higher than Min Yoongi who needed to be taken down?

Captain Jeon blinked, unsure of what else to do. He stared at him, waiting for Jin to give some sort of notion that what Yoongi was saying was false, but all Jin had done was nod at him. Yoongi, newly released, clapped his hands, rubbing them together as he leveled his gaze with the captain.

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The cool fabric of the dark satin pillowcase was forcefully yanked from your head, your neck muscles straining as the other person mistakenly grabbed a fistful of your hair. You whined lowly, head jerking as they re-positioned their hand and yanked once more.

You could feel a few strands being pulled from your scalp. Tied by your wrists and ankles to the wooden chair you sat in, it took you a moment for your eyes to adjust to your dim surroundings. Once you could see clearly, you realized that you were in an empty warehouse. The person who had pulled the case from around your head stepped out from behind you and into view. His eyes met yours and he smiled, eyes creasing with the action.

And you found yourself awestruck by his adorable grin. He was the one who had abducted you? He didn’t look like he could hurt a fly. He eyes drifted somewhere over your shoulder as he purred,“Oh..he’s waking up.” You tried and failed to look back see who he was talking about. His soft hands brushed against your bare arms as he firmly gripped the edges of your chair and turned it to face the other way.

“…Jin?”

About thirty feet away, similarly tied to a chair and head lolling to the side sat your brother, one eye swollen shut. You gagged and behind you, you could hear the man chuckle softly,“Ahhh, I heard he was a pretty boy so I figured if I went for his face first, he’d fess up.” Resting his head on your shoulder, his fingers gripped your chin, pulling you to lean your head against his. His sharp eyes flickered across Jin’s waking form, “But as we can see now, it didn’t work and I had to get a little more…” His lips brushed over your ear,“..Personal.” You flinched away, hands straining against the zip tie and the man grinned, gently stroking your head, “I know he was proud of his looks, but he never mentioned his baby sister being such a catch.” The feel of his fingernails gently scraping your scalp had you crying out.

Jin’s head snapped up, “Y/N!?” His one good eye locked with yours and your brother burst into tears jerking against his restraints,“Wait! Not her! Please! Anything.. I’ll do anything!!” The man beside you dropped his hand onto your shoulder farthest from him, thumb absently stroking your collarbone as he happily watched Jin writhe.

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Yoongi was waiting.

Jungkook was waiting.

Even Jin and Jimin waited to see who you’d choose, but all you could think of was the light in your eyes.

Something was glimmering brightly, blinding you. Squinting, you shifted, finally seeing that the light shining in your eyes was reflected from a light hitting a silver watch. Atop the rooftop of the warehouse dropped down into a leisurely crouch, Taehyung smiled down at you, pocket watch strategically held in his hands. He held a single finger to his lips; urging you to stay silent about his whereabouts. You looked away to your feet, frowning softly. If he didn’t want anyone to know he was there, why did he signal you in the first place? You didn’t have long to dwell before Taehyung was pulling up a gun into his hands and pointing it down below.

At Yoongi.

You flinched, reflexively calling out his name and stepping forward as if that’d help you warn him any faster. Of course, your actions were misinterpreted. Jungkook’s face had darkened, and Yoongi only nodded knowingly.

Taehyung fired a warning shot, startling the group.

Yoongi whirled around, glaring up at Taehyung. What exactly was that man doing on his turf? More importantly, why was he shooting at him? A bag was thrown down to Yoongi.

The bag Hoseok had been using earlier.

Jin had released Jungkook, rushing back to the car and digging for something under the driver’s seat. Jimin scrambled over, rummaging through the glove compartment. Tae laughed, waving over at Jin and Jimin, “I’m only here to deliver Hobi hyung’s bag and give Yoongi a message. No need to pull out the heavy guns.” Jin and Jimin had started to move from the car, heading over to stand beside Yoongi.

Seeing that everyone was distracted, you slowly moved to Jungkook, reaching out for his hand. If there was any chance to talk to him, now was it.

But he pulled his hand away from you.

“What are you doing?” You whispered, reaching for him again. “We..we can take this opportunity to go. To run away, Jeon.” You and Jungkook could leave and by how absorbed the three men were in Tae’s discussion, the chances of you two being caught immediately were slim. Why was Jungkook so uncooperative?

“Why don’t you run away with Yoongi? You sure looked like you wanted to go to him. Are you going to call out for him when you’re in trouble now too? Then move onto the next guy who looks your way and helps you a little?” He mocked flatly. You stared up at him in disgust. Was he mad? After everything he’d done, he was angry with you for hesitating?

“Jeon..” You breathed slowly, rubbing your hands over your face. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourselves but made the mistake of looking at his disdainful expression. His eyes flickered to you when you laughed softly, before suddenly screaming at him and shoving your hands against his chest, “Jeon!” Jin turned his head back, eyes scanning for you; the three other men soon followed suit,

“I know in detail everything you’ve done with Areum behind those closed doors. I’ve got first-hand accounts and I saw the evidence every night for weeks! Everything you did to satisfy yourself! But when I so much as look at Yoongi because I’m afraid that if I disobey him, he’s going to hurt you, I’m the bad one? Me? You’re a fucking hypocrite!” Your anger deflated quickly and you curled in on yourself, staring at the ground. Jungkook may be able to fight until the end, but you couldn’t; you just wanted to disappear. “And I was still willing to admit I love you…I’m so stupid.” Your fingers curled into your skin, “Overall, I love you, Jeon..I really do, but right now, I really wish I would’ve fallen in love with any man but you..”

Jungkook stared at you, unsure of what to say. He didn’t know Areum had told you everything. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do to fix this. Instead, he licked his lips, “You don’t mean that.” He tried softly. You weren’t thinking straight, you didn’t see the whole picture like he did.

“You left me alone in a room for weeks because I upset you.” You started, anger rising by the second, “How I about I do that to you? How I about I cut off contact with you for weeks and we’ll see how much you want to love me after! How about Jimin and I-”

At the phrase ‘Jimin and I’, Jungkook mentally raised a red flag, “Stop.”

You brushed him aside, changing wording, “Or even Yoongi and I-”

Yoongi’s name was even worse, “I said stop!” He screamed at you.

“How about he and I have sex every night and he goes back to tell you all about it!” You shouted, “And while you’re sitting there crying, you’re listening to him tell you how he and I laugh at you!” You shoved at him again, “That’s what I went through, Jeon! That’s what I went through and I still pick you…I pick you every time.. and you still don’t trust me. You still keep me at an arm’s distance.”

“..because you’re going to die.” He mumbled.

“What?”

“You’re too trusting. You think people actually live by their word, Y/N! They don’t!” He pointed to Jimin, “You think he was really trying to help you because he said he was. He abducted you, tried to rape you, he’s trying to kill you or get you to kill yourself! Jimin’s false words are what got my mother killed and you’re falling into the same trap she did!” Jungkook pointed over to Taehyung, still crouched atop the roof,

“You thought of going to Tae. He has his women raped. I tried to show you as kindly as possible, to warn you. Choi, the Yoongi you knew; he shot your brother!” Jungkook glared over at Yoongi, “And him…The man you really thought of going with to protect me; like I need protection..you’re the one who needs it.” He sighed, “Don’t you ever wonder what happened to your brother? Not Jin, your other brother; the oldest."He watched your face twist in confusion; most likely wondering how Jungkook knew of your oldest brother. Jin and you never spoke of him. "I did more than just call on Areum those three weeks…Do you want to know how this whole organization started?”

Jungkook heard Jin call out a hesitant, “No.” Yoongi tilted his head to the side, blankly watching you frown lightly at Jungkook. If Jungkook was really going to talk about that, he’d be cutting it a little too emotional and Yoongi was sure you wouldn’t respond well to that. What was Jungkook hoping to achieve?

“Do you remember the park your oldest brother used to take you and Jin to? The one by the river? The same river your brother’s body was found in. Your oldest brother started this.” he murmured, motioning to the warehouses, “He did. They used to all be together, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jin, Jimin, Hoseok, Tae, everyone..all one group. But something happened..I don’t know what it was, I was only 10, I don’t remember much.” He furrowed his brows, desperately trying to conjure up some other locked up memory,

“I only remember seeing Namjoon and Yoongi dragging his body to the river, but they saw me too. I was only 10..” He whispered, “And I remember being hit over and over and over. Namjoon was saying to let me join to keep quiet and Yoongi was saying to throw me in the river with your brother.” He blinked repeatedly,

“And just like that, there were two groups. They split up because they didn’t know what to do with me, but they didn’t want to let me go. They became two groups who hated each other…Namjoon made me join him, but I’ve never forgotten how 15-year-old Yoongi wanted to throw 10-year-old me into a river for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’ve never forgotten how Jimin promised to warn my mother of the building about to be blown up, but instead lied to her saying I was inside just to get her to go in.” He grit his teeth, “

So I’m sorry, Y/N! I’m sorry I hurt you and I’m unfair. I want to keep you all to myself where you’re completely safe, but I can’t..you’re a person who has their own desires and I’m trying to keep that in mind… As wrong as it is, I’ve been hurting you to prepare you; as much as I want to be, I can’t be right beside you at every moment of the day…I want you to have some sort of strength. And I thought about giving up on you…Areum was my way of trying to wean myself from you, but I don’t want to see them toss you in a river or lure you into a building that’s going to explode. You’re the greatest thing that’s happened to me, but if you keep trusting them, they’re going to do it.”

You looked towards your brother, unsure of what to make of that. Jin had always said your oldest brother had drowned trying to save a friend from drowning. That he died helping someone. You remember your brother tucking you into bed and bringing Jin along so they both could stay with you until you fell asleep. He was the one who’d stop Jin from teasing you when you accidentally cut your own hair. How were you supposed to believe that he was the one who started all of this?

Jin wouldn’t meet your stare.

Yoongi’s lips were pursed as if he wanted to say something, but he remained silent, unsure of your current expression. He expected you to start crying, but you had only blinked back your tears. Why weren’t you crying? Jungkook stood, body numb. He had said so much and you were so quiet, he was starting to think that it was too late. That at this point, whatever he did meant nothing to you and that scared him. He still wanted you beside him. He still wanted to fall in love with you. Jungkook stepped closer to you,

“They’re going to take you from me like they’ve done everything else.”

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Jungkook nodded as Taehyung slipped past him out of the room. As soon as he was out of sight, Jungkook was frowning at you, "What was he saying to you?" You feigned ignorance, shaking your head,

"Nothing-"

He crossed his arms over his chest. "You're lying, what did he say?" Visibly taken aback by the sudden shift in attitude, you paused. Telling him the truth would end badly, wouldn't it?

"He..he was asking me why I didn't pick him." You whispered. It was the partial truth. Taehyung had indeed asked that. Jungkook stared at you intently for a moment. That was what you were lying about? The only reason you should feel the need to lie about it is if you were seriously wondering if Taehyung was the better choice. His expression hardened and he beckoned you over. You obeyed, letting his arms wrap around your shoulder as he led you into the hall.

Once you two were a few feet down the hall, Jungkook ripped his flannel that was draped over your shoulders off, flinging it somewhere behind him. "Hey! Get out here!" He screamed, taking a step down the hall. He leaned back to grip your wrist and tug you forward, "Hey! Y/N's free for grabs!" He called out, banging on room doors as he led you down the hall. Beyond confused, you silently let you lead him. What was he doing? Several men opened their doors to investigate Jungkook's sudden racket. Upon hearing that you were up for grabs, they ventured out into the hall, making a beeline towards you. Your heart started to race when Jungkook's hand slipped away and several people much bigger than you crowded around you.

Jungkook didn't bat an eyelash when the first man gripped your arm tightly, pulling you towards his door. These men were savages, you thought frantically. You tried to pry his hand off, looking back to Jungkook desperately, "Jungkook! Please! Don't-" The man's other hand clamped over your mouth,

"No one likes a whiner, shut your mouth." He growled. Before he could get you to step into his room, Jungkook pried the guy's hands away, pulling you back into his chest and shoving the man into his room. You gripped onto him tightly, pressing your face against his collarbone. Your whole body shaking, your fingers dug into his back. You could feel his heart beating steadily and the feel of taut muscles and sturdy bone contracting and expanding against your body as he breathed calmly. The flannel he had flung earlier was now draped over his shoulder and you snatched it up, holding it tightly to your face, weeping into the soft fabric. If this what was going to happen if you ventured out of his room or the Waiting Room without it, then this shirt was never going to leave your side.

"I'm Jungkook's." you chanted softly, warily eyeing the few men who still lingered in the halls. "Don't touch me, I'm Jungkook's." A hand settled on your lower back and you flinched. Jungkook quietly shushed you, assuring you that it was him who touched you. The men who had congregated in the hall all grumpily returned to their rooms. It seemed Jungkook had changed his mind about sharing.

"In case you were thinking Tae was a better option," Jungkook murmured to you softly, "That was his idea of fun with his girls...but he doesn't stop them, he just watches." Tentatively, he kissed your brow, thoroughly surprised when you tilted your head up and kissed him fully on the mouth. His lips upturned slightly and he sighed quietly, licking his lips.

"Please don't do that again," You pleaded, resting your head back against him, "I was so scared when you let go of me. I thought.." He marveled a bit at how tightly you clung to him, eyes drawn to the tears falling down your face. You were really scared without him beside you. No one had ever cried in relief to see him before. Testing his limits even further, he brushed his fingertips along the side of your face, breath catching when you leaned into his touch. Seeing the way you held onto his shirt for dear life and chanted that you only wanted him made him feel something.

And he liked it.

And he knew he didn't want to share it.

Jimin paced around the cemetery. Out of all the places he could've gone to think, he ended up coming here. Since he had taken the effort to walk here, he might as well continue with his original idea. He quietly walked through the gates, careful to walk on the cement strips between graves.

Tonight was rather cold and rather stupidly, he had come out in just a t-shirt. He was too angry at the time to look for a jacket; quite dumb on his part. Jimin's eyes lingered over one of the white marble tombstones. He had read the name a thousand times but still stopped to read it again every time he came here. That was where Yoongi's fiancee was buried. He never dwelled there for too long and tonight was no different. He only thing he knew for sure about her was how much Yoongi loved her. The next stone he stopped at was where his girlfriend was laid to rest. Kneeling before it, he tenderly wiped the dirt off. She never liked things to be too messy.

Jimin smiled softly, tearing out some grass blades that had grown too long. "You know.." He began softly, scratching off some clumped dirt from around the name,"Jin had a sister... Crazy right? She doesn't look much like him, but they're both..well, you know what you thought Jin's looks." He chuckled," Anyway...Yoongi gave her over to Namjoon and now she's under Jungkook... I hope she's alright." He stood up, brushing off his pants, "You know first hand how he can be., don't you? I'm sorry I didn't show up sooner.."

Jimin turned back towards the gates, "I love you. See you next time." He paused, looking back at the lone tombstone, "And tell Yoongi hyung's fiancee that he misses her a lot; even if he doesn't come around anymore." He passed through the gates, turning left and heading towards the docks. It was getting closer to 1:30 and by the time he actually got there, it'd be 2 am. A quick text was sent out to Hoseok, letting him know that he'd meet him there. Hoseok replied immediately, informing him that he was going to grab an extra med-kit and head out there.

Head to the docks to get the shit beat out of him..that's how he was spending his Friday night- or technically, his Saturday morning. He laughed bitterly. What exactly was Yoongi hoping to gain out of this? Still, Jimin trusted him. Yoongi had some screwed up tactics, but he knew what he was doing and Jimin had always blindly followed and everything turned out alright..for the most part. He was about to start doubting his leader now. Crossing several streets Jimin took a short break at the bar a block from the docks. Leaned up against the wrought iron gates, he calmly watched the flickering flashlights of the dock security as they searched for amateur drug dealers. He laughed quietly, watching idiot teens scramble out of the light's path as they tried to avoid being caught and the guards jumping at every sound.

After a few minutes, he pushed himself off the gate and headed across the street, candidly strolling along the tall gates of the docks. He followed the gates until they cut off and the path dropped off to the ocean. He inched closer to the edge, toes of his boots hanging off in open air. A particularly strong gust of wind blew by, whipping his brightly colored bang in his face. Jimin took a step back to adjust his knit hat over his head pushing all his hair under it. He'd be stupid to let his orange-dyed hair remain out in sight.

Satisfied, he stepped back to the edge and sat down. Dark water crashed violently against the rocks about 100 feet below him. "Aishh," He giggled softly, "I'd hate to die that way." A flashlight shone somewhere nearby. He needed to be a little quicker it seemed. Toeing at the concrete, he felt around for the support bar somewhere under the ledge. Finding purchase on it, he sucked in a breath and grasped a bar on the gate beside him. This part was hard. He had to support all his weight with one arm that gripped the gate and lower himself down- with the tide crashing against the rocks below him- until his foot was resting firmly against the small metal bar tucked under the lip of concrete where the dock ended.

Jimin started to lower himself down. One hand tightly gripping the gate rod, the other pressed against the concrete cliff, to prevent himself from smacking into it. His foot slipped on the wet metal rod and he almost fell into the murky water below. Breathing slowly, he tried again this time getting a good footing. The bad thing about this bar was that it only fit one foot and other hung useless at his side, throwing off his balance. He literally had to muscle his way down, to the side to clear the gate and then back up just to get to the docks without being seen by any cameras. The docks were Namjoon's turf, so there was no hopping the fence or forcing his way in. He had to get in without being seen, which unfortunately involved a lot of climbing along cliffs. "If I don't die here," He muttered to himself, "I should really tell Yoongi hyung to find an easier way to get in."

Jimin released the iron gate and there were few seconds where he was falling back towards the water as he scrambled to grab the edge of the concrete. He must look odd from afar he mused. Only the top of his head and fingertips were visible from land. If anyone were out at sea looking over, they'd just see a man dangling from the edge of the docks. Jimin laughed, "I must look pretty dumb.."

A flashlight came into view again and he quickly ducked down, hoping they wouldn't see his hand gripping the ground. There were no footprints coming closer, so he assumed he was in the clear. Now, all he had to do was step off the metal rod and rely solely on his arm strength to shift him over, past where the gate ended right at the edge of the dock. It was a good thing he didn't have to fight back against Jungkook, he was tired already. Tentatively, Jimin lifted one hand, his stomach lurching as slipped, "Shit.." He hissed, grabbing back onto the ledge and sliding over a bit. His legs dangled uselessly, being blown around by the strong sea gusts. After a several more motions of almost scaring himself to death, he had cleared the gate.

Now all he had to do was pull himself back up onto the ledge. "I'm tired~" he whined, slowly pulling himself up. As his head cleared, he looked around, making sure no guards were around. Seeing none, he pulled himself up fully, flopping down onto the concrete and panting. His arms were numb from supporting his entire body weight for so long. Rolling onto his side, Jimin checked the time; it was 15 minutes past 2. He needed to get moving.

Standing up he looked over to where he started. It was literally a foot away, just separated by the iron gate and he had to do all this climbing and almost falling to his death to move a foot to the right of where he started. "Yeah..there has to be an easier way." He concluded, "'I wonder how Hobi's going to get in."

Jungkook laughed at your look of disbelief, his open palm slapping down on his thigh as he laughed, "Really! I've never heard of that! What did you do there? Just eat?"

You shook your head, "No! You're lying! You're a guy, you have to have heard of Sochi's Grill! That was like..the number one spot to go on dates at for high school students!" You studied his face for a reaction. Jungkook only looked back at the road, the traces of a smile still lingering on his face. "Jeon Jungkook, you know about it." You pressed. He smiled to himself as he flipped on his turn signal,

"I really don't!" He continued to argue playfully, "I've never heard of Sochi's Grill or whatever this place is. Why was it so popular with school couples?"

"It's where all the couples went for their dates because old man Sochi was really cool and didn't kick them out when.."

He looked over at you, "When..?"

Your cheeks reddened and you were thankful it was dark out. "When they..got a little too touchy."

Jungkook was quiet for a moment," You wanna go there now?" He teased, giggling at your genuine surprise. "Yea?" he pretended to hear, "Okay~" You rolled your eyes, laying back in your seat,

"I can't believe you've never heard of it... Ahh, did you even go to school?" You joked, glancing at him. His smile faded, hand holding the wheel a little tighter,

"Not really.." he murmured," Was kinda busy with other stuff."

"Wait, I didn't mean to- I was joking, Jungkook." You pressed. "You know that right?" He smiled softly at you,

"Why do you do that?"

"What?"

"You talked to me like.." He thought for a moment, " Like.I don't know...you know when people pick up puppies? They're really gentle and careful and delicate...and it's not mockingly, it's because they care about it and want to love it. That's how you talk to me."

You frowned softly,"How else am I supposed to talk to you? Do you want me to yell and hit you?"

Jungkook shrugged, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't used to that...but no. I like the way you talk to me." He grinned softly at you, "I'm glad you picked me. Now, come on." You belatedly realized he had parked the car at the docks, "Two sweeps around here and then we can go to Sochi's; are they still open?" He laughed when you slapped his arm, leaning over towards you. His hands gripped your jaw, pulling your mouth towards his. He pressed a firm kiss on your lips, pulled away slightly and then pressed a softer one there. "It's usually dead here when it's cold, so this should be quick." You stepped out of the car, instantly shivering. It really was cold. Jungkook came up behind you, flicking the back of your neck with a grin. "We're going this way." He instructed, heading towards the loading dock crane."So how long have you been in the organization?" He asked, glancing down at you, "You mentioned something about hours earlier?"

You stared at your hands, "Yeah...hours. I was traded to Namjoon- I think his name is- by Yoongi..for a ring.."Jungkook whistled lowly, nodding,

"That's kinda weird...How long were you with Yoongi's group?" His hand briefly wrapped around your waist to lead you around a corner. You noticed that everytime you two came to an intersection, he'd slow down, making sure to keep you behind him.

"Hours." You chuckled bitterly. "He had me abducted to get me Jin to cooperate with him."

He looked back at you in confusion, "Who's Jin?"

You frowned at him, "My brother." Didn't already know this? Sure you hadn't mentioned yet that Jin was your brother, but Jin's name alone should have been familiar to him. He must've sensed you off tone because he soon gave you an odd look.

" Okay... and how do you know Jin?" he pressed slowly. You relaxed, maybe he had a cover to keep and had to pretend to not know Jin. Just telling him that Jin was your brother should clear everything up. Then you could get down to making up a plan to help Jin.

"He's my brother." You informed him. He nodded distractedly, checking around the next corner,

"What were we talking about again?"

"Jeon!" You whined. He chuckled,

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He amended,"We got off track and I forgot." He leaned down, pecking your lips, "And what's with this 'Jeon'? Getting informal already?" You pushed him away, turning away from his teasing expression. His laughter died out, fingers curling into the front of your jacket, and pulling you slowly behind him," Stay right behind me and be quiet." He whispered, "There's someone else here." He started towards the dock station (which looked more like a shack) slowly, "If I tell you to run, you run. Don't look back or slow down, just run."

Standing under the dull lamp of the shack, a figure straightened up, waving at them, "Jungkookie~!" You recognized Jimin's voice. Jungkook's back muscles tensed under your hands as you held onto him. He stepped further out, clearing the trailer and meeting Jimin out in the open. You peeked around him at Jimin. "Ahh, it's cold tonight, right?" He whined, "I should've brought a jacket."

Jungkook stopped walking, his eyes narrowing, "Why are you here? Who are you waiting for?"

Jimin giggled,"I'm waiting for you, Jungkookie."

"Stop calling me that." He huffed. Jungkook shifted his weight from one foot to the other and that's when Jimin noticed you.

"Hey~ How are you doing? Did you miss me?" He asked, sidestepping to get a better look at you, "I've missed you a lot, baby~"

"Don't call her that." Jungkook hissed. Jimin's smile fell into a challenging smirk,

"And what are you going to do about it...Jungkookie?" Jimin stepped forward, hand reaching out to ruffle Jungkook's hair, Jungkook smack it away, "Ahh.." Jimin teased, glancing at you, "Why don't we put the little one to bed, baby and then you and I can-"

You jumped as Jimin's head snapped back, his hands going to his nose. Pulling it away, Jimin examining the blood. "Ow.." He lunged forward, fist connecting with Jungkook's mouth and suddenly the two of them were rolling on the ground. Jungkook quickly gained the upper hand, sitting on Jimin's chest and wailing on him. You noticed that Jimin wasn't fighting back.

Why wasn't he?

Fairly soon, you found yourself grabbing onto Jungkook's waist and pulling with all your might, trying to get him off Jimin. He was much bigger than you and despite using all your weight to pull at the tense muscles of his shoulders, he hadn't been hindered in the slightest. Beneath him, Jimin silent braced himself for each hit. Why wasn't he fighting back? "Jungkook! Jungkook, stop!" He ignored you, pushing Jimin's face against the asphalt.

"Why the hell aren't you fighting back!" Jungkook shouted angrily. Jimin always fought back. He was the one who started this and now all of a sudden he didn't want to fight? Jungkook's hands dove down for Jimin's neck, gripping it tightly. "Fucking fight back you little bitch!" The other man gagged violently, the areas around his eyes reddening. By then you were shrieking, frantically clawing at Jungkook's arm.

"Stop it! You're going to kill him!" you screamed desperately. Jungkook turned to you suddenly, releasing Jimin. He fell to the ground with a thud and rolled on his side clutching his neck while coughing and gasping for breath. Ignoring Jungkook, you dropped down beside Jimin rubbing his back,"Are you okay? Let me see." His dazed eyes passed over your head, focusing above you. Voice hoarse, he tried to say something, but it came out as a croaked whine as he shut his eyes in pain. A dark shadow loomed over you, a chill setting into your bones. You started to scramble back, but Jungkook had grabbed the collar of your shirt, jerking you up against his chest.

"You're going to stand right here and be quiet. Got that? Jimin's not any of your business." he hissed lowly, shoving you back. You opened your mouth to protest but he was quickly growled, "I didn't stutter. Shut your damn mouth, Y/N."

You watched in horror as Jungkook gripped Jimin's collar, raising his head up only to strike him with his fist. Wanting to move away, but too afraid of what Jungkook would do, you tried to focus on the color of Jimin's shoes. Anything to distract from the awful sounds. But when he started to jerk erratically with each blow, you couldn't bare to watch any part of him. Tears gathered in your eyes, falling silently as you flinched at each wet thud of Jungkook's fist against Jimin's face. How could Jimin be so silent? When a cry of pain suddenly passed through Jimin's lips, you just started to run. You had to be away from this, you couldn't bare it.

From his spot by a bunch of crates, Hoseok saw you run by. He wanted to call out to you, but you were already too far away and he had been ordered to keep an eye on Jimin so Jungkook wouldn't kill him. And from the looks of it, he needed to intervene soon. He decided to just call it in, "The girl...Jin's sister... Jungkook brought her and she just ran off somewhere. Jungkook's too distracted to notice."

"I'll get her."

You ran in the direction of the car, fully intent on just waiting and trying to calm down. But the closer you got to it, the more suspicious it seemed. Did Jungkook leave the lights on? Your run died down into a jog, then you stopped completely. Was that the engine you heard? It wasn't like the car inched forward that you started to run in the opposite direction back to Jungkook. The car took off, quickly catching up to you, passing you and then stopping in front of you. You bumped into it, halfway falling through the passenger window that was rolled down. The driver grabbed your hand, and you shrieked. His eyes narrowed, "Shut the fuck up before I yank you through his window." Your eyes met Yoongi's. He was frowning, hand slackening on your wrist. Ignoring how he had come to find you, and why he was in Jungkook's car you gripped onto his jacket sleeve pulling him towards the window, "Jimin! He's- Jungkook's beating him! You have to help hi-" Yoongi's hands firmly pried yours off of him. He dusted off his sleeves,

"I am aware."

"You..you know..?" You echoed. If he knew then why wasn't he doing anything? Maybe he already had?

"You got him safely?"

Yoongi studied you silently. Shutting off the ignition to the car and getting out, he stepped around it to stand in front of you, "Why do you care?" His slender fingers lifted to the stretched collar of your shirt, "You were fighting too?" He mused quietly, smoothing down the frayed fabric.

"No...I... I tried to pull Jungkook off an-"

Yoongi smiled at you, "You? Tried to pull Jungkook off Jimin? How did that work out?" He tugged at the collar,"Is that how this happened?"

"Yes, but...you never answered me. Did you get him out safely?"

"I got them." His arm reached out beside you, hand opening the passenger door, "We took Jungkook too." He nodded towards the car,"Now, get the fuck in before I leave you here in the rain."

Jungkook had been strapped to a chair beside Jin. A fold out table had been set up a few feet away, seemingly random items scattered across it. Between the tied up men and the table stood Yoongi, hands clasped gently behind his back."Talked to your little busy boy." Yoongi chimed softly, "It's a bit funny that his name is also Jungkook, right?" His eyes passed over Jin gleefully,"Anyone ever get you two confused?"

Jungkook apathetically stared back at him. Unperturbed, Yoongi continued," One little threat to inject a little more epinephrine than was healthy and he was gladly fessing up Namjoon's plans to me. You should really get your member's loyalty check out." His hands ran over the pair of scissors on the table, "So..what you're going to do is call off that attack by any means necessary. Sabotage the weapons, ask nicely, even kill Namjoon if you have to; it'll be less shit for me to worry about."

Jungkook finally reacted; with a smirk. "And why would I do that?" Were they going to torture him or something? He'd been through that before. What about the guy next to him? Who exactly was he? Jungkook had never seen him before.

You were jerked into view. Although you were blindfolded and couldn't see a thing, you could clearly hear your brother's soft plea of 'No'. Jungkook hadn't made a sound. Jimin stood behind you, holding your tied hands and maneuvering you forward a bit.

"Jimin, I'm scared." You whispered. You never thought you'd be tied up back in this warehouse, but here you were. Voice still hoarse from being choked, Jimin tenderly kissed the tip of your shoulder,

"I'm right here, baby. Just focus on me, alright?" He quietly soothed. As long as everyone cooperated for a change, you'd be perfectly fine. You heard someone jerk against their restraints and Yoongi's bemused chuckle,