"I'm sure Namjoon will try. And I'm your hyung too, Ten, so I will try as well." Jin pulled him into another hug, protectively cupping his head when he pulled him close. "Stay as safe as you can and I'll do what I can. Maybe together, we can get you all through this."
Somehow. To what end, he didn't know. "I'll do what I can," he repeated, wishing there was an easy solution.
The hug was tender and loving, almost paternal. Almost like a real brother. Not sexual, not like a lover, not playful and teasing. Jin actually cared, he actually wanted to take care of him. Ten slumped against him and melted into the touch, softening up so easily into his hold. "You're my hyung?" Well. That was nice. He was soft, sad and almost close to helping Jin.
Clearly Namjoon timed his arrival well. Holding a gun in one hand and a walkie-talkie in another, he pressed the button as he eyed up Ten and Jin. And Ten, naturally, jumped away with a guilty look. Raising the walkie talkie to his lips, he spoke into it. "Found them. Secured."
"Hello." Might as well, Jin supposed. He always had good manners. He wondered who Namjoon might be talking to. Tae? Jimin? Hobi? Or someone who mattered a lot less to him? He looked at the man, mostly looking for injuries, just as he'd done for Ten when he'd first appeared. "Are you hurt?"
He was a doctor, he was going to ask. He knew he was lucky more than anything to not be hurt yet himself, he knew he might die soon and he was scared, now even more. Namjoon had a gun and Jin had never been particularly brave and he was not good around violence. But he asked anyway.
"I-- he's my hyung and I just ... I'm watching him! We didn't fuck." He felt the need to point that out, unsure what was getting him that cold look. Namjoon gestured and Ten came running over to him, loitering nearby, knowing he had to listen to Namjoon. "What do we do, boss?"
"Tie him up." He held out his roll of duct tape to Ten and then slipped his walkie talkie away, reloading his gun slowly instead and not acknowledging Jin's attempt to make nice. "Lock down is in effect, I dropped all the shutters and sent out the night alert so they won't know anything is up until tomorrow and when they do, we're protected."
No, Jin didn't want to get tied up. He felt helpless enough as it was. But he knew he didn't have much of a choice, he wasn't a fighter and it wasn't as if he could fight against a gun even if he was. He hoped that Jungkook was doing all right, wherever he was. He had to be so scared, he was so young. Such a good boy too. He hoped that that janitor was at least older, although he was unsure whether that made it any better. Someone with family?
He did't even want to think about it, so instead he just looked at Ten and smiled as best he could, wishing he wasn't shaking. So afraid. "It's okay." He said it softly, trying to reassure him.
Ten took the roll and nodded, he was good at bondage and he was scared now so he switched to his defensive personality, smiling seductively as he came over to Jin. "Don't worry, baby, I'm good at bondage. I know how to tie a cute boy up." Waggling his eyebrows, he came over and bound Jin's arms behind his back, making good work of it and getting his elbows together too.
He knelt down and started to do his ankles while Namjoon pulled out a phone. Not his phone, it was a guard's phone. He'd already wiped it and returned it to factory settings. "I got you a phone, Ten, and I made wifi open so we can all use it. You want to use whatapp, I saved myself in it. If you get trouble at any point, you're gonna need to call me."
Ten looked up, eyes wide. "I get a phone? Woah!" He looked up at Jin, grinning. "I have a phone."
"That's nice." Well, what else did he say to that? He idly wondered where his own phone was and assumed it was broken somewhere. Made sense, the initial assault had been very violent. Jin closed his eyes and tried to focus on breathing, because now that he was actually getting tied up, he felt like panicking. That wouldn't do anyone any good.
Still, he struggled a little, wincing. He wasn't that flexible, this was already painful. How long was he supposed to stay like this? How in the world did Ten just keep going? At least he was dressed. There was that. "I hope you have fun with your phone."
Namjoon came over and held out the phone to Ten, the screen was mostly smashed and the case had blood on it but it was an iphone. Ten ripped off the last of the tape and then got up, taking the phone and looking it over. "You're the best, Joonie-hyung."
Being the hyung, being praised for being good at it, it made Namjoon smile in a way he smiled over little else. With a small, amused look, with such fondness to it. It died as soon as he looked at Jin, grabbing him by his shirt. "I'm gonna get a guy to carry you to my room, he'll secure you to my bed and you'll behave. Won't you? You want to behave."
"How would I misbehave?" Mostly just a rhetoric question, but Jin shook his arms uselessly and tried to make himself not act miffed. He doubted that would help anyone. Did he want to be carried anywhere, much less to Namjoon's room or to his bed? No. Did he think that he was about to get a choice in the matter? No, that seemed very unlikely.
"Is Jungkook hurt?" Maybe he would get an answer, any kind of answer. Any reaction might be something for him to work with. "What about Yoongi?" He really wished he could connect the name to a face.
“So that’s a no.” Ten giggled a little, more interested in his phone than empathy. Well, no one could be fixed over night. “He’s hot but he’s Tae so we’re not allowed to properly fuck him. There’s that, at least.” That was good news!
“He’s fine, Yoongi is fine.” Namjoon didn’t feel like getting into details. He pulled out his walkie-talkie and put it to his lips, talking into it. “Send the big guy up to carry Jin to my room. Over.” He had to say over or all the crazies called him a buzz kill. “Worry more about yourself.”
"I worry about a lot more than myself. I can't help that. There are many people to worry over." Like Namjoon, like Ten, like Jungkook and Hobi and Jimin and Tae. Damn, Tae. Jin wondered whether he would break. He supposed the question was less if he would and more when and how badly. Between Namjoon and Jungkook? Like a barrel of gunpowder. "I worry about myself too, but I don't think it'd do any good to beg."
"It won't. Good boy." Namjoon reached out and petted his face and soon, a hulking beast of a man came in to handle transport. Namjoon idly watched him go, waving dismissively at him and then hurrying around to get medical supplies. Some people got hurt, he had to fix them up.
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Somehow. To what end, he didn't know. "I'll do what I can," he repeated, wishing there was an easy solution.
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Clearly Namjoon timed his arrival well. Holding a gun in one hand and a walkie-talkie in another, he pressed the button as he eyed up Ten and Jin. And Ten, naturally, jumped away with a guilty look. Raising the walkie talkie to his lips, he spoke into it. "Found them. Secured."
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He was a doctor, he was going to ask. He knew he was lucky more than anything to not be hurt yet himself, he knew he might die soon and he was scared, now even more. Namjoon had a gun and Jin had never been particularly brave and he was not good around violence. But he asked anyway.
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"I-- he's my hyung and I just ... I'm watching him! We didn't fuck." He felt the need to point that out, unsure what was getting him that cold look. Namjoon gestured and Ten came running over to him, loitering nearby, knowing he had to listen to Namjoon. "What do we do, boss?"
"Tie him up." He held out his roll of duct tape to Ten and then slipped his walkie talkie away, reloading his gun slowly instead and not acknowledging Jin's attempt to make nice. "Lock down is in effect, I dropped all the shutters and sent out the night alert so they won't know anything is up until tomorrow and when they do, we're protected."
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He did't even want to think about it, so instead he just looked at Ten and smiled as best he could, wishing he wasn't shaking. So afraid. "It's okay." He said it softly, trying to reassure him.
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He knelt down and started to do his ankles while Namjoon pulled out a phone. Not his phone, it was a guard's phone. He'd already wiped it and returned it to factory settings. "I got you a phone, Ten, and I made wifi open so we can all use it. You want to use whatapp, I saved myself in it. If you get trouble at any point, you're gonna need to call me."
Ten looked up, eyes wide. "I get a phone? Woah!" He looked up at Jin, grinning. "I have a phone."
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Still, he struggled a little, wincing. He wasn't that flexible, this was already painful. How long was he supposed to stay like this? How in the world did Ten just keep going? At least he was dressed. There was that. "I hope you have fun with your phone."
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Being the hyung, being praised for being good at it, it made Namjoon smile in a way he smiled over little else. With a small, amused look, with such fondness to it. It died as soon as he looked at Jin, grabbing him by his shirt. "I'm gonna get a guy to carry you to my room, he'll secure you to my bed and you'll behave. Won't you? You want to behave."
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"Is Jungkook hurt?" Maybe he would get an answer, any kind of answer. Any reaction might be something for him to work with. "What about Yoongi?" He really wished he could connect the name to a face.
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“So that’s a no.” Ten giggled a little, more interested in his phone than empathy. Well, no one could be fixed over night. “He’s hot but he’s Tae so we’re not allowed to properly fuck him. There’s that, at least.” That was good news!
“He’s fine, Yoongi is fine.” Namjoon didn’t feel like getting into details. He pulled out his walkie-talkie and put it to his lips, talking into it. “Send the big guy up to carry Jin to my room. Over.” He had to say over or all the crazies called him a buzz kill. “Worry more about yourself.”
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And fighting wasn't really an option.
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Like a good king.