I Want the Headline

8

While Taehyung slowly moved towards the chair, Hoseok waved you over towards Jin, "Why don't you help your brother out of that chair and then you two can take a seat by Jungkookie, okay?" He looked a bit shocked when you smiled at him, but you couldn't help your relief. He was the first person who had let you get close to your brother. He bounced back quickly, grinning widely, "Aigoo." He cooed,"Jin hyung, your sister is too cute."

You crouched beside Jin, pulling at the ropes secured around his wrists. He winced at the coarse material rubbing against his raw skin. Once his arms were free, he sighed, rubbing his sore shoulders; having his arms pinned behind himself for three days straight was painful. His gaze drifted down to your shaking hands frantically tugging at the ropes around his ankles. Jin placed his hands over yours, stopping you. Untying them himself and pushing the overturned chair away, he wordlessly held his arms open for you. Seeing your brother finally unstrapped from that chair brought tears to your eyes. You flung yourself into his arms, crying into his sweater and reveling in the feel of your brother's comforting touch. His arms caged you against his chest, chest heaving in relief. His little sister was safe in his arms.

Dropping the guns, Taehyung had nervously settled into his chair, flinching when Hoseok gently grabbed ahold of his arm, pushing up the sleeve to inspect it. Jin's eyes drifted over to the syringe in Hoseok's hand. "So I've been working something Taetae." He calmly informed him, fingers curling tightly around Taehyung's trembling arm,"I think you're gonna like it. Afterall, Hyung always saves the best for you. Ever heard of hyperalgesia? It usually takes awhile to set in naturally, but I think I've found a way to induce it instantly." Tae's lips shook,

"Please, don-"

"Please, hyung," Hoseok stressed softly. "And no, this'll be a learning experience for both of us."

It was too soon before Jin was releasing you and struggling to stand up. Still, on the ground, you tried to pull him back down to you. You weren't ready to face reality yet. You just wanted to cry in your big brother's arms until all the bad things went away like when you were little.

Jin's gaze softened at your pleading stare and he kissed your forehead softly, "Come on, Y/N." He murmured gently,"Oppa's right here. Come with me." He smoothed down your hair, quietly whispering," I love you so much, you know this, right?" He directed your attention over to Jungkook who was mumbling something, fingers dabbing at the dried blood on his temple. He swayed from his spot on the ground, completely disorientated. Jin tugged at you again, "I know you want to just hide in Oppa's arms like when you were little, but Jungkook's hurt and needs our help." That seemed to be enough to motivate you to move. He helped you to stand although he was the one who was injured. Jin's lips pressed against your temple,"Ahh, I can't walk on this foot, can you help me?" He requested softly. Tucking underneath his arm, you helped Jin maneuver over to Jungkook.

You glance over to Hoseok and Taehyung, curious as to why they were so silent, but Jin had prevented you from looking, sternly telling you to focus on Jungkook. As you got closer, Jungkook lifted his head up, bleary gaze passing over you blankly. He squinted, shielding his eyes from the dull lights of the warehouse and groaned lowly, hand tenderly touching his temple, "Y/N..?" He stretched his arm out to you, fingers skimming over the ends of the flannel you wore. Brows furrowing slightly he tried again, fingers gaining purchase and suddenly he was jerking at it, trying to pull you closer to himself. You stumbled and Jin, in his attempt not to knock you over, put his weight on his injured foot. He bit his lips harshly, softly whining at the pain and pressing his face into your hair. Jungkook frowned, narrowing his eyes and trying to focus on who was hanging off of you,

"Get off her." He slurred. You ignored him, helping Jin down onto the floor and crouching down by his foot to inspect it. The tightly wrapped bandages were starting to spot with blood, but you didn't have anything to treat it. Behind you something rustled and Taehyung drew in a sharp intake of breath. Glancing over at them Jungkook turned back to you and suddenly he was grabbing a fistful of the flannel, yanking you back into his lap. He pressed your face into his chest, holding you still. Flattening your hand over his chest, you tried to pull away, Jin's foot needed attention right now,