I Want the Headline

9

The sly and cocky Hoseok was suddenly scampering about, checking Tae's pulse and lightly slapping his cheeks as if to wake him. One threat to his sister's safety and he was as obedient as ever. Yoongi frowned at him as he watched him work. Hoseok was becoming more of a problem.

He could do almost anything he wanted outside the organization, but pulling stunts like this on the inside? Yoongi wasn't going to tolerate it. He didn't build this group up from the dirt to have idiots like Hoseok shooting up all the rival's men with his freaky drug experiments he concocted somewhere in an alley. Who even does that?

Tae had gone rather silent, dazed gaze blankly staring ahead. Lifting his hand up for him, Hoseok released it, seeing if he'd hold it up. It fell limply to the ground, but he's flinched slightly at Hoseok's touches. Relieved that he wasn't dead, Hoseok mentally noted that a partial dosage didn't have lasting effects. Whether Yoongi approved or not, they needed stuff like this. It could make their business ten times easier.

Your eyes scanned over Taehyung's relaxed body, secretly happy that Hoseok hadn't killed him. That meant that Jungkook would be okay, right? You looked over at his twitching form. Any second now, he'd relax just like Tae and everything would be mildly okay.

So why was Jungkook still writhing in pain?

Hoseok had sighed heavily, patting Tae's thigh lightly; he didn't flinch. "He'll be fine." He announced. Yoongi stared down at him, unconvinced. He just stopped crying, how did that ensure he wasn't going to suddenly die a few minutes or even a few hours later? Hoseok hadn't even done anything, just patting his face and check his pulse. Yoongi narrowed his eyes,

"Why?"

Hoseok glanced at the needle he had used, "He's used to do stuff like that." He murmured, turning away from Tae's curled position and starting tentatively towards Jungkook. This would be much harder..Jungkook was still showing a rather intense reaction to the full dosage he had injected. And as far as he knew, Jungkook didn't dabble much in drugs like Tae. It was like sticking your hand into boiling water as opposed to warm water. With boiling water, the heat consumes your hand and only intensifies. With warm water, you felt the heat a little and then you were fine.

Hoseok crouched by Jungkook, just out of reach from his flailing body. The moment his hand made contact with just the sleeve of his shirt, Jungkook was lurching back, entire body on edge. There was no other way to help him than to hold him down, though. "Jiminie." Hoseok called out, "Help me hold him still." Jimin's arms pulled away from you, but you still held onto him. Jungkook was in terrible pain, touching him was only going to make it worse. You didn't want Hoseok and Jimin forcing him to stay still. Hoseok's grip tightened, Jungkook was furiously trying to wriggle away from his touch, "Jimin, now!"

"It'll be okay." Jimin whispered softly, his hands wiping your eyes,"Just stay calm, baby, it'll be okay." He moved away, firmly grabbing ahold of Jungkook's other arm. The man screamed, trying to tug his arm away as he sobbed.

Jungkook had started shaking again, "Please stop! I"m sorry!" Hoseok pushed him down onto his back, placing a knee on his chest to hold him still. Your body stiffened when he began rummaging through his pockets and you were jumping forward when he produced a new needle. Yoongi's arm came from seemingly nowhere, wrapping around your torso, hand cupping your shoulder as he pulled you back against his body. He felt the tension in your body and braced himself. There was no jerking out of his grip.

Seeing Hoseok uncap the needle and yank up the sleeve of Jungkook's jacket put you in a frenzy. Faster than Yoongi would like to admit, you were clawing at his arm, trying to get him to release you, "Stop! You did enough! Don't touch him with that!" He recoiled slightly at the sudden pain, but then Yoongi's arm was slackening, his arm sliding down to your waist before jerking you back against him once more. His hip dug into your back as you felt your feet lift up off the floor as he forced you to face the opposite direction.