"Is it-- oh no. Oh no. Hyung, he hates me. He said he'll kill me. Tae keeps saying that he likes me and I was just being nice, I didn't want to fuck him or anything cause it's wrong but Namjoon already said he'd kill me if he could and--" His voice got higher and louder, faster and panicked, on the verge of giving away where they were. He choked himself off and covered his own mouth, knowing he was losing it.
Namjoon scared the shit out of him enough already without him being in charge. How did he even cause this riot? Whimpering in fear, he shuffled closer to Yoongi and lowered his hand, noticeably trembling.
"They're crazy, hyung, you can't reason with crazy."
"Shh, it's okay. Namjoon likes me." He said that with a lot more confidence than he actually felt right now, but what else was he supposed to do? He felt cold hearing that Tae liked Jungkook. Tae was Namjoon's sore spot, the point where he lost all reasoning. Whatever that meant in this case, but Yoongi didn't feel good about it. However, he tried a slight smile and he hugged Jungkook again, feeling even more protective.
Whatever it took. He'd keep him safe, whatever it took. "I can reason with Namjoon. You just trust your hyung, all right?"
Jungkook stayed low and against Yoongi, lowering the music slowly as he listened to the riot outside. They sat like that for a while before the door was hit hard and Jungkook slapped his hand over his mouth so he didn't cry out in fear.
"Hyunnnngie, did you check all the supply closets?" A voice called out. High pitched and sweetie, he knew that voice. Oh no. That was Jimin. Fuck, he needed to go away. He turned and looked at Yoongi in horror. The door knocked five times in a playful way. "Hellllllo. Anyone home?"
Yoongi put his finger to his lips, but he knew there was nothing he could do now. There was nowhere else to hide. All he could do was stay as close to Jungkook as possible, to make sure they'd not be separated. Jimin liked him too, they were friends. Whatever that meant to Jimin. It was likely to be a guarantee for much of anything.
He tried to offer Jungkook a smile and then he just leaned forward, leaning their foreheads together. He was so scared.
Jimin fiddled with the handle and opened the door, peering in and -- oh. Found them. They'd be so proud of him. Aww, Kookie had been crying. That was sad. "You look scared. Are you okay?"
Jungkook didn't trust it. It was a trap, had to be a trap. He gripped Yoongi tightly, his heart racing in his chest as he clung to his hyung. He said he'd protect him, he said they wouldn't get pulled apart. He better than meant it.
"How long have you been hiding? You're missing the party."
"I don't like parties." Well, that wasn't a lie. Yoongi turned around to face Jimin, but he stayed pressed against Jungkook, reaching behind him to grab a hold of one of his hands. He wasn't going to let go of him, not if he had a choice. He was just very afraid that he might not be given a choice. "Too many people."
He looked at Jimin, wondering how to best approach it. It wasn't as if he'd studied psychiatry. Or anything. "And you've made it very hard for me to clean up after." So much blood everywhere. He couldn't think about it or he'd get sick. "Were you looking for me, Jimin?"
"Oh no, we made a mess. I'm so sorry, Yoongi-hyung." As Jimin came further in, it was easier to see the blood splattered up his white uniform. Jungkook cringed and flinched, hanging onto Yoongi as tight as he could. Why were there blood splatters like that up Jimin? Did he kill? He looked so tiny, so sweet, even he was a killer? Shit. He was so dead.
"We are, yeah. We have to find Yoongi, Jungkookie and Jin-hyung." Jimin counted on his fingers and then turned his head, raising his voice. "Hobi hyung! I found theeeeem!"
"Oh God." Jungkook thought he was going to be sick with fear. Jimin cooed softly and watched, sympathetic and worried.
"Poor boy. It's okay, Kookie. We won't kill you. Pinky swear!" He held out his little finger to Jungkook, wondering if he'd take it but he didn't make a move to. Disappointing.
"I'm your hyung too, you know?" Yoongi reached out, holding up his own pinkie finger. Whatever, he would do what he could. His hand was trembling a little bit, but he was good at hiding what he felt, he had practised that for a long time. He tightened his hold on Jungkook's hand a little, but he looked at Jimin. "I'll swear, Jimin. Swear you won't hurt Jungkook."
He didn't matter, he had to keep the boy safe.
"I'm afraid he can't promise that, Min Yoongi." Hobi stopped in the door frame, nodding his head. "That brings us up to three out of three." He clapped his hands, grinning. "Fun times. Come out, come out. I got somewhere to put you, Min Yoongi. I've got orders from the boss."
"I won't hurt Kookie." Jimin could promise that. He linked pinkies quickly and blew a quick kiss to Yoongi before getting up and tilting his head to the side, unsure how to best do this. "They can't stay together, Joonie told us we have to spilt them all apart. It's okay, hyung, I'll take care of Kookie."
Jungkook gripped Yoongi so hard, he was so sure he was hurting him but he was too scared to think past holding onto his hyung.
"I'm not leaving Yoongi-hyung." Jungkook tried his best to be firm, looking at the crazy men in front of him and trying to gather some authority. "Go--Go back to your cells. You're all already in a LOT of trouble." Jimin didn't react in fear, he just cooed at how cute it was.
"It's okay, Jungkook." No, it most definitely wasn't okay, but all he could do was try and keep the boy at least somewhat calm. Damn, his hand hurt. He looked at Hobi imploringly. "He's a kid! He's not even off age yet, he's not twenty, he's so young!"
Hobi didn't seem impressed, but then, from the looks of him he was completely tweaked out on something, so he doubted he'd get anywhere with anything. "Time he becomes a man. I like that tone, Kookie, you use that on my Ten and he'll be right on that cock."
"I don't want to fuck anyone! God-- God, stop it! Fuck off!" Jungkook's temper always got the better of him and, in a moment of panic and fear, fight took over all logic. he launched forward and slammed his fist hard into Jimin's face and scrambled to get past him, knocking the boy over and slipping away from Hobi's grip. "Hyung, hurry! Hurry!" Their only option was running.
Jimin dropped onto the floor and held his face. Ouchie.
"Hyungie, he hit me." He didn't know if he was talking to Yoongi or Hobi but both should definitely be upset on his behalf. "Bad Kookie."
"Jungkook, calm down!" Yoongi wanted to take after him to-- he honestly wasn't sure what, he doubted they could get anywhere running, but it wasn't as if they had more options. However, before he could do anything one way or another, Hobi had already gotten to Jungkook and used some kind of move to pretty much throw the kid over his shoulder and onto his back, hard.
Great, the drugged out madman had to be martial artist too? Evidently, because he got Jungkook into a grip in moments, having his arms twisted behind him and making sure he'd stay on his knees or be in a lot of pain. "I like a fighter, Kookie, but you might wanna be careful with that kind of thing, if you want to stay alive."
Yoongi wanted to help, but he had no idea how. "He's with me. I'm protecting him. If you want to hurt someone, hurt me. Where's Namjoon?" He had to try and get through to him.
"I'm really beginning to see why Namjoon wants to get rid of you so badly, Min Yoongi." Hobi decided to just let it sound as if they were supposed to kill him. Maybe that would make them more docile.
Jungkook cried out in pain and tried to move but any attempt to made every muscle in hos body protest with pain. "Hyung!" He hadn't meant to run and now he was away from Yoongi, he was such a fucking idiot.
And he was going to die. He sobbed again as he tried to fight but he couldn't move, not properly. This guy was going to kill him. "Stop it! Stop it! Please, stop it."
Knowing what would happen next, Jimin made sure to focus Yoongi. Caring, sweet Yoongi.
"Shhh, don't piss him off more. You two are gonna get into so much trouble." Jimin came in closer to Yoongi and blocked his path so he could do anything stupid. "You wanna talk to Joonie? Oh, he's very busy. You won't be able to see him until tomorrow, probably. He's brilliant, isn't he? He said we'd be free and he did it." Grinning brightly, he circled around Yoongi and then he leapt onto his back, arms around him with a surprising amount of strength for a boy of his weight. "Piggy back!"
Yoongi wanted to tell Jimin to fuck off, he really badly wanted to do and show that, but he knew better, so he managed to suppress the urge. He stumbled a few steps, struggling to maintain his balance, but his focus was on Jungkook. He tried to gently get rid of Jimin on his back. "You can't be free this way, Jimin. I think you know that."
Whatever, he wasn't going to feed his delusions. Jimin had said he wouldn't be able to see Namjoon until tomorrow, so that implied he'd still be alive tomorrow. "Please leave Jungkook with me. Where's the harm?"
"Sorry, hyung." Hobi shrugged his shoulders, not seeming very sorry. "Jimin, stop playing around and make him already. I thought you had a gun."
"We're already free. We don't have to go outside, this is our world. We're free here. Namjoon said he would give us somewhere just for us, our own place, and this is it. The promise land." Pulling the gun out with a huff, he put it under Yoongi's chin and pressed it there firmly. "Listen to me, hyung. Put your arms put and support my legs, don't drop me or I'll blow your brains out."
That should keep his hands out of the way. He waited for Yoongi to grip his legs before looking over at Hobi, grinning. "Handled it. Now, Yoongi-hyung, we're going to the third floor. Start walking."
Jungkook watched Yoongi in fear and closed his eyes, tears running down his face. "Hyung, don't leave me. Please! Please. I don't want to die. Please!"
"Namjoon talks a load of crap, doesn't he?" Yoongi muttered it darkly, deciding that it was better to hold on to rightful anger than give in to fear. However, once there was a gun under his chin, it was a lot harder to keep that resolve, although what really got to him was Jungkook's begging. Fuck.
His heart hurt and he felt the sense of failure. He didn't know how to protect the boy and he knew they might both very well die. "Jungkook, listen to me." He tried to keep his voice stable. The only stability he could offer. "We'll see each other again, yeah? You gotta make sure of that. That's an order. Better listen."
He wanted to cry, but instead he just nodded his head and then headed for the lift, because he didn't plan on walking up the stairs like this. That's what he had a damn card for. He sure hoped the lift worked, he couldn't carry Jimin that far.
"Hmm, that was fun," Hobi decided, pulling out his own gun and showing it off to Jungkook, "I wouldn't shoot to kill, by the way. Just to hurt you a lot. Are you going to be a good boy? Your hyung wants you to."
"Hyung, please! Don't leave me." Jungkook trembled in fear as Yoongi was lead off, Jimin singing happily with his gun firmly in place as the lift pinged open. Jimin was so casual, so carefree, Jungkook how no idea how anyone could be like that right now. Not when the world was falling apart around them.
As the lift door closed on them both, Jungkook sobbed and looked back, seeing the gun with wide, horrified eyes. He had to be good, behave and then he cold go back to Yoongi... right? Yoongi said he'd protect him. And he would. He had to.
"I'm good, I'll be good." He didn't want to be shot, he didn't want to think what that would be like. "I never hurt any of you, I was always good to you. Hoseok, why are you doing this to me?"
"Hm." Good question. Although... "I don't really care. I'm pretty high right now."
If he was to be honest. Hobi laughed and let go of Jungkook, stepping back and gesturing with the gun for Jungkook to get up. "Namjoon says, I do, I get drugs. It's a pretty good system."
He wondered if there was something he wouldn't do for the fix. Hurt Ten, maybe. But who knew? Jungkook didn't have a high opinion of himself. "I'm not hero material, you were better off with the janitor." Obviously. "If it helps, I can tell you what the plan for you is."
Jungkook nodded eagerly, fear seizing his insides. Some guy blitzed out on drugs, controlled by Namjoon, had him and a gun. He felt like he was going to be sick, there was a burning feeling in his throat and he fought against it. He'd never been this scared before. He just wanted Yoongi back, he wanted to hold his hyung.
"It's a bit loose with you. I guess it's a bit loose with all of you, but how I see it, you got the cards in your hands the most. You can control it a bit." At least if he was willing to play along. That was the question. "The doctor's getting his virginity taken care of."
That one was the most obvious one. "Honestly, I don't think even Namjoon knows what he wants with Min Yoongi." Which made it very interesting to Hobi, but he doubted Jungkook would enjoy the excitement nearly as much.
He gave Jungkook a slight shove when they got to the corner, pushing him to walk down the hallway. "TaeTae wants to grow up and move on and get a boyfriend. Namjoon will only want that to happen where he can control it, so you're the boyfriend. And if you're not doing your job well, I get to break you until you do it well."
"I-- I'm not gay." Was that worth pointing out? Tae couldn't consent either, he was fucking nuts. And which doctor? Oh God. Jin hyung, was he okay? He didn't even think about him. Swallowing hard in fear, he didn't even want to think about how this psycho would break him. "I don't want to date anyone, I'm -- I'm just trying to make money. Please."
He gulped and looked down, his feet stumbling as he worried about Yoongi and Jin, about himself and everything else here. "Please, stop this. The police will come, people will notice something is wrong and ... and then what? You have to think it over."
"So? Who cares? Anyway, Tae's gorgeous, he'd be gorgeous as a girl too." Probably. Bit of a deep voice, but he had a pretty perfect face, so maybe it would work as long as he shut up too. "This isn't about what you want. This is about you making Tae happy. Simple lesson, but if I have to break you into little pieces to make you remember, I will."
Hobi whipped the side of his head with the gun - only lightly, but still. "Don't talk like that. That'd upset Tae."
"Okay. I will. I'm good." He just had to humour Tae until Yoongi could help him. He could do that, he'd done it before. He always humoured Tae. He trembled a little with every step, unsure what was going to happen to him but Hobi was scaring the shit out of him and he just wanted to stop. He marched on like a good boy, looking upward and listening out for a gun shot.
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Namjoon scared the shit out of him enough already without him being in charge. How did he even cause this riot? Whimpering in fear, he shuffled closer to Yoongi and lowered his hand, noticeably trembling.
"They're crazy, hyung, you can't reason with crazy."
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Whatever it took. He'd keep him safe, whatever it took. "I can reason with Namjoon. You just trust your hyung, all right?"
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Jungkook stayed low and against Yoongi, lowering the music slowly as he listened to the riot outside. They sat like that for a while before the door was hit hard and Jungkook slapped his hand over his mouth so he didn't cry out in fear.
"Hyunnnngie, did you check all the supply closets?" A voice called out. High pitched and sweetie, he knew that voice. Oh no. That was Jimin. Fuck, he needed to go away. He turned and looked at Yoongi in horror. The door knocked five times in a playful way. "Hellllllo. Anyone home?"
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He tried to offer Jungkook a smile and then he just leaned forward, leaning their foreheads together. He was so scared.
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Jungkook didn't trust it. It was a trap, had to be a trap. He gripped Yoongi tightly, his heart racing in his chest as he clung to his hyung. He said he'd protect him, he said they wouldn't get pulled apart. He better than meant it.
"How long have you been hiding? You're missing the party."
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He looked at Jimin, wondering how to best approach it. It wasn't as if he'd studied psychiatry. Or anything. "And you've made it very hard for me to clean up after." So much blood everywhere. He couldn't think about it or he'd get sick. "Were you looking for me, Jimin?"
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"We are, yeah. We have to find Yoongi, Jungkookie and Jin-hyung." Jimin counted on his fingers and then turned his head, raising his voice. "Hobi hyung! I found theeeeem!"
"Oh God." Jungkook thought he was going to be sick with fear. Jimin cooed softly and watched, sympathetic and worried.
"Poor boy. It's okay, Kookie. We won't kill you. Pinky swear!" He held out his little finger to Jungkook, wondering if he'd take it but he didn't make a move to. Disappointing.
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He didn't matter, he had to keep the boy safe.
"I'm afraid he can't promise that, Min Yoongi." Hobi stopped in the door frame, nodding his head. "That brings us up to three out of three." He clapped his hands, grinning. "Fun times. Come out, come out. I got somewhere to put you, Min Yoongi. I've got orders from the boss."
"I'm not leaving Jungkook."
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Jungkook gripped Yoongi so hard, he was so sure he was hurting him but he was too scared to think past holding onto his hyung.
"I'm not leaving Yoongi-hyung." Jungkook tried his best to be firm, looking at the crazy men in front of him and trying to gather some authority. "Go--Go back to your cells. You're all already in a LOT of trouble." Jimin didn't react in fear, he just cooed at how cute it was.
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Hobi didn't seem impressed, but then, from the looks of him he was completely tweaked out on something, so he doubted he'd get anywhere with anything. "Time he becomes a man. I like that tone, Kookie, you use that on my Ten and he'll be right on that cock."
Well, it wasn't a lie.
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Jimin dropped onto the floor and held his face. Ouchie.
"Hyungie, he hit me." He didn't know if he was talking to Yoongi or Hobi but both should definitely be upset on his behalf. "Bad Kookie."
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Great, the drugged out madman had to be martial artist too? Evidently, because he got Jungkook into a grip in moments, having his arms twisted behind him and making sure he'd stay on his knees or be in a lot of pain. "I like a fighter, Kookie, but you might wanna be careful with that kind of thing, if you want to stay alive."
Yoongi wanted to help, but he had no idea how. "He's with me. I'm protecting him. If you want to hurt someone, hurt me. Where's Namjoon?" He had to try and get through to him.
"I'm really beginning to see why Namjoon wants to get rid of you so badly, Min Yoongi." Hobi decided to just let it sound as if they were supposed to kill him. Maybe that would make them more docile.
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And he was going to die. He sobbed again as he tried to fight but he couldn't move, not properly. This guy was going to kill him. "Stop it! Stop it! Please, stop it."
Knowing what would happen next, Jimin made sure to focus Yoongi. Caring, sweet Yoongi.
"Shhh, don't piss him off more. You two are gonna get into so much trouble." Jimin came in closer to Yoongi and blocked his path so he could do anything stupid. "You wanna talk to Joonie? Oh, he's very busy. You won't be able to see him until tomorrow, probably. He's brilliant, isn't he? He said we'd be free and he did it." Grinning brightly, he circled around Yoongi and then he leapt onto his back, arms around him with a surprising amount of strength for a boy of his weight. "Piggy back!"
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Whatever, he wasn't going to feed his delusions. Jimin had said he wouldn't be able to see Namjoon until tomorrow, so that implied he'd still be alive tomorrow. "Please leave Jungkook with me. Where's the harm?"
"Sorry, hyung." Hobi shrugged his shoulders, not seeming very sorry. "Jimin, stop playing around and make him already. I thought you had a gun."
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That should keep his hands out of the way. He waited for Yoongi to grip his legs before looking over at Hobi, grinning. "Handled it. Now, Yoongi-hyung, we're going to the third floor. Start walking."
Jungkook watched Yoongi in fear and closed his eyes, tears running down his face. "Hyung, don't leave me. Please! Please. I don't want to die. Please!"
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His heart hurt and he felt the sense of failure. He didn't know how to protect the boy and he knew they might both very well die. "Jungkook, listen to me." He tried to keep his voice stable. The only stability he could offer. "We'll see each other again, yeah? You gotta make sure of that. That's an order. Better listen."
He wanted to cry, but instead he just nodded his head and then headed for the lift, because he didn't plan on walking up the stairs like this. That's what he had a damn card for. He sure hoped the lift worked, he couldn't carry Jimin that far.
"Hmm, that was fun," Hobi decided, pulling out his own gun and showing it off to Jungkook, "I wouldn't shoot to kill, by the way. Just to hurt you a lot. Are you going to be a good boy? Your hyung wants you to."
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As the lift door closed on them both, Jungkook sobbed and looked back, seeing the gun with wide, horrified eyes. He had to be good, behave and then he cold go back to Yoongi... right? Yoongi said he'd protect him. And he would. He had to.
"I'm good, I'll be good." He didn't want to be shot, he didn't want to think what that would be like. "I never hurt any of you, I was always good to you. Hoseok, why are you doing this to me?"
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If he was to be honest. Hobi laughed and let go of Jungkook, stepping back and gesturing with the gun for Jungkook to get up. "Namjoon says, I do, I get drugs. It's a pretty good system."
He wondered if there was something he wouldn't do for the fix. Hurt Ten, maybe. But who knew? Jungkook didn't have a high opinion of himself. "I'm not hero material, you were better off with the janitor." Obviously. "If it helps, I can tell you what the plan for you is."
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"Tell me, please?"
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That one was the most obvious one. "Honestly, I don't think even Namjoon knows what he wants with Min Yoongi." Which made it very interesting to Hobi, but he doubted Jungkook would enjoy the excitement nearly as much.
He gave Jungkook a slight shove when they got to the corner, pushing him to walk down the hallway. "TaeTae wants to grow up and move on and get a boyfriend. Namjoon will only want that to happen where he can control it, so you're the boyfriend. And if you're not doing your job well, I get to break you until you do it well."
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He gulped and looked down, his feet stumbling as he worried about Yoongi and Jin, about himself and everything else here. "Please, stop this. The police will come, people will notice something is wrong and ... and then what? You have to think it over."
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Hobi whipped the side of his head with the gun - only lightly, but still. "Don't talk like that. That'd upset Tae."
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He needed Yoongi to be okay.