I Want The Headline (Pt. 5)
Written By: suga-of-daegu
BTS Fanfiction
Angst
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT
Mafia/Gang
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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,
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 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,
"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.
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."
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,
"You..you know..?" You echoed. If he knew then why wasn't he doing anything? Maybe he already had?
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,
"Oh..Did that make you mad?"