"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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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.