I Want the Headline

2

It had been two hours since Jin had fallen silent and gone still. The two of you sat stiffly in your respective seats, blankly staring at the ground. Dried tears coated your brother's cheeks. He had been so careful to keep you away from this; how had they found out about you? And when he started to dance a little too close to the edge, he had sent you away for a bit.

But he still found you.

Now that he had you here and in his grasp there was nothing Jin could do, but obediently follow every order and hope he'll let you go. It was obvious you both weren't getting out anytime soon. Through hazy eyes your brother cautiously watched Jimin circle around you, jerking against his restraints whenever the man touched you. Silent until now, you turned your head to glance back at Jimin as he circled behind you for the umpteenth time, fingers trailing along your shoulder. "Why are you doing this to us?" You asked, voice hoarse. His pace slowed and he raised a brow in question.

"I was told to." he answered flatly. Rubbing his hands on his clean white t-shirt. Jimin huffed, settling his hands on his hips, "He should be here soon, though. This is kinda boring, right?" he mumbled, starting to cross over to Jin's side.

'Wait!" You croaked. Hand halfway to Jin's jaw, Jimin glanced back you, an innocent confusion morphing his features,

"What's wrong, baby?" he mused, winking at Jin's angry growl at the pet name. You ignored the odd feeling settling in the pit of your stomach at Jimin's piercing gaze and your brother's protective hiss.

"Don't hurt my brother anymore."You asked softly, "Please...You hurt him enough already; he can't even see out of one eye." Jimin glanced down at Jin's swollen eye and lightly touched it. Jin flinched away, whining under his breath.

"Oh, we're not going to hurt him anymore." A low voice drawled.

Stepping into the light, the first thing you noticed about him was his shock of green hair. The newcomer blankly stared at you, "If he doesn't give us the answers we want, we'll hurt you." He continued, sharp gaze flickering to Jimin. He jerked his head back in your direction, "Go stand next to her." Jimin strode over, taking his place directly behind you. The new man nodded vaguely,"I'm Yoongi, welcome to one of my nicer warehouses." He drawled, motioning around him towards the vast room. "Now." He began, nodding towards Jin," Do you want to tell her or me?" He asked. Your brother softly pleaded with the man, but you couldn't understand what he was saying.

Yoongi chuckled,"Well, first of all, your brother works for me..." His hands moved inside his coat and suddenly there was a gun pointed at you. Jin started to struggle again, shouting for Yoongi to stop. The green haired man struck him with the back of his closed fist but returned to point the gun at you once more. "But he seems to have been forgetting that lately, right Jimin?"

Jimin stepped out of the line of fire, "Yeah." Yoongi grinned, lowering the barrel towards your knees,

"And he's been lying quite a bit and shirking his job, so he needs a little..motivation." The green haired man's eyes lifted to yours, "You know?" You nodded silently, your knee hurting already. Yoongi's grinned brightened, his gums visible as he laughed quietly, "I like your sister, Jin." He taunted. "Maybe if you listen, she might be around a little longer and I can get to know her better." He shrugged," Or maybe not-" The booming echo of a gunshot rang out through the room and you involuntarily screamed. Jin doubled over, mouth agape in silent agony. Yoongi sedately watched the red pool growing from Jin's left shoe, "..Oops." He lightly kicked at it, nodding at Jin's wail of pain, "He's still awake. Have Hoseok watch him for the night, patch up his damn foot and eye."

Jimin's eyes passed over you, "What about his sister?"

He shrugged, heading towards the door, "I don't care, as long as she's still alive tomorrow." Yoongi paused in his stride, single finger raised as he tilted his head to the side, "On second thought, we'll take her with us."