I Want the Headline

11

Leaning against Taehyung's shoulder, Jungkook had fallen asleep, his face finally relaxed peacefully. His lips were slightly parted as he breathed softly, nose crinkling occasionally as he sniffled in his sleep. Taehyung, with his head resting atop Jungkook's, was rather twitchy in his sleep; eyes darting about underneath his eyelids.

Jimin uncrossed his arm, settling his hands on his hips. He walked in a small circle sighing heavily. "Yoongi hyung and Y/N have been back there for over three hours.." He shook his head slowly, "Something should've happened by now.." Jimin's eyes passed over Jungkook's face and he stepped over, lightly shaking him, "Jungkook...Jungkoo-"

His eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly, wincing at the bright light filtering in. Upon seeing Jimin staring down at him, he stiffened until he saw Tae asleep beside him. Next, his confused stare drifted over Hoseok who was guard duty by the exit. Jungkook absently brushed Jimin's hand aside. Jimin stepped to the side, "Y/N's back there with Namjoon and Yoongi." He licked his lips then softly stressed, "It's been three hours.."

Jungkook stumbled out of his seat, body swaying as he headed to the door of the hall that leads to Namjoon's office. Letting his body crash against the door jam to catch his breath, he looked back at Jimin. The man was still on the bench, quietly watching him. Jungkook's brows furrowed,

"Don't you want to come and see Yoongi..?" Jimin's gaze lowered, his expression falling,

"I.." he began softly, "I don't want to see what he's done to Yoongi hyung..." Realization dawned on Jungkook and just nodded solemnly, stepping through the doorway. If the worst had happened to his leader, he wouldn't have wanted to see either. The hall was long, dark and narrow; illuminated by dull lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling. Jungkook rested one hand heavily against the wall as he walked. His head was pounding and he was out of breath despite not being up on his feet for more than five minutes. Hoseok had really done a number on him.

He could hear low murmuring from inside the office as he got closer to the door. Straining his ears, he listened for your voice but heard nothing. The door was pushed open roughly by Jungkook and he paused for a moment to take in the occupants of the room. Yoongi was tied to a chair, body limp. His head was tilted down towards his chest, seemingly lifeless. Jungkook's eyes passed over the pool of blood by his feet. Staring a bit harder, he swore he saw the man's fingers twitch.

Across the office, Namjoon sat in his is chair behind his desk, lips curled up in a sly grin. Jungkook felt his heart rate spike. Perched stiffly on his knee, you sat, blood-soaked hands covering your face as you wept. Namjoon softly complimented you, petting your head gently. "You did a good job.." He cooed. "Oppa's so proud of yo-"

"Get off her." He hissed, "Get the fuck off of her."

Namjoon cut his eyes over to Jungkook's deadly stare, a brow raised curiously. At the sight of Jungkook up and walking around, Namjoon smiled, scooting you off his lap. "You're up." He stated, crossing over to help him further into the room. Jungkook shoved away the chair Namjoon tried to help him into, instead of crossing over to you. He quietly grabbed your hands, rubbing them with his own hands to get off as much blood as possible. Taking the hem of his shirt, he raised it, wiping the blood from your face. You numbly noted that you smelled exactly how Jungkook had when you first met him. Panting softly, Jungkook couldn't understand why breathing was suddenly so hard and why his hands were shaking so much.

Namjoon wasn't sure what to think when Jungkook wrapped his arms around you, sighing heavily into your hair. "Are you okay?" You buried your face in his chest, fingers curling into his skin,

"He...Yoongi told me to stab him to protect myself from Namjoon...and Namjoon.." You shut your eyes, "I think he killed Yoongi.." you whispered,"It's been over an hour and he hasn't moved. Namjoon won't let me check on him."