I Want the Headline

12

Jungkook was asleep.

Jungkook was asleep and you couldn't stop crying.

He must've been a heavy sleeper because you hadn't tried to mask your tears in the slightest. Sadness washed over you in waves, weighing you down until you were a crumpled mess at Jungkook's feet. He slept calmly, face pressed into the pillow and hand resting lightly atop his head. Dark bags resting under his eyes and he snored softly; he was exhausted. And it was undeniable; he had suffered through something excruciating. You should've been more concerned with him, or Jin who had been left on a cot to rest back at Yoongi's warehouse with a promise that Yoongi would be back to finish his business with him.

But Yoongi wasn't going back.

You wiped your eyes, blinking rapidly to force the images of him in that chair from your mind. Yoongi was never going to go back to that warehouse and you weren't sure if you were either. Would Jungkook or Namjoon even allow something like that? So you did the only thing you could've done, you cried.

Jungkook would shift occasionally, leg brushing against you. Each time you thought it was him waking up and you'd scramble to wipe at your face until you heard him sigh softly, burying his face deeper into the pillow. At first, you didn't understand how Jungkook could look dead at Yoongi's lifeless body and straight at Jimin and Hoseok's sob racked form and then come to his room for a nap. Despite the whole ordeal he had been through, and how he revealed he was afraid of dying alone, he hadn't batted an eyelash at Yoongi. But just by watching Jungkook and seeing the light scars crisscrossing across his hands and forearms, you knew..

Death and sadness weren't new to Jungkook.

Your thoughts drifted back to Jimin and Hoseok..they were in the same boat as Jungkook, but they cried over Yoongi. They had broken down. Maybe is was because he was the leader? Or because he had taken the blame for their disobedience? Possibly it was because, although he showed it in odd ways, Yoongi cared for them. Your hands knotted into Jungkook's light gray bed sheets.

And in some skewed way, Yoongi cared for you.

Why else would he have done that? All he had to do was say yes, and not even that, Namjoon would've accepted a nod. But he said no; he screamed it until you couldn't hear his voice anymore.

Until his hands stopped jerking at the restraints.

Until Namjoon stepped away with a smile.

Bile rose in your throat, the burning sensation making you want to gag. You slipped from the bed, stumbling out of the door and down the hall. There had to be a bathroom somewhere.

Carefully, you opened several doors that lined the hall that was either empty bedrooms or storage closets. It was odd that all the bedroom appeared to be empty when it was already late in the night. Did these people sleep? Where was everyone? As you neared the end of the hall, you could hear cheering drifting in from the metal double doors at the end of the hall.

You pressed your ear against it, flinching at the shock of the cold metal on your skin. Muffled, but still recognizable, Namjoon's voice was announcing something that a crowd was responding too. Cautiously, you glanced behind yourself to make sure no one had snuck up on you or Jungkook had drifted out of his room in search of you.

Seeing nothing you turned the rusted knob, teeth clenching at the sound of corroded metal scraping together. The noise of the crowd drowned out any sound. You peeked in, seeing what you assumed to be the other members of the organization circled around something. Stepping further in you caught a glimpse of what they were cheering for.

And you ran towards the crowd.

You squeezed through the crowded men, colliding into the doubled over man in the center and throwing your arms around him. The men who had ganged up on him, beating him with whatever they could drew back in surprise. Were they to continue with you wrapped around him? Their eyes lifted to their leader who thoughtfully watched the encounter.