I Want the Headline

21

Jungkook was a crumpled heap on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He had fallen towards you, and you had buckled, unsure of what to do. His bloody hands were caressing your face, sobbing that it was going to be okay. You felt lightheaded, weakly gripping onto his shirt. How was this going to be okay? Your hands patted at his arms, unable to reach anywhere else.

"Where are you hurt?" You whispered, wiping at your eyes. His expression bleakened, and Jungkook was cradling you against his chest,

"Y/N, they shot you.." He cried, pulling away slightly to reveal his blood soaked hand applying pressure to your thigh. "They shot you, not me. Why not me?" Belatedly you stared down at the darkened fabric of your pants and Jungkook's pale hand trembling against your wound.

"Me?" you echoed softly. He shifted you, pulling you up onto his lap so you were leaning against his chest. One hand cradled the back of your head while the other squeezed your leg. Jungkook was crying into your hair. You felt a dull burning and you saw the blood, but you didn't understand why Jungkook looked so frightened.

Jin was there instantly, forcing one hand over Jungkook's the other reaching underneath your leg. "I..I can feel the bullet." He whispered, turning to you, "Clench your jaw, Y/N..Oppa has to do something real quick." You felt Jin's fingers press against the skin under your leg.

And then he was digging.

And then it wasn't just a dull burn, it was an intense fire.

You jerked, Jungkook's hand forcing your leg back down as he rested his head against yours, trying to calm you down. "Stay still." He soothed, "He has to pull it out, just stay still, Y/N." You weren't how your were supposed to. It seemed the further Jin's fingers dug, the more intense the pain became. You weakly shoved your hands against Jin's arm,

"Stop, that hurts.." You whispered frantically, "That hurts oppa, stop!" Jin suddenly pulled away, roughly rubbing his sleeves over his face to dry his tears. His hands were covered in dark red and everything smelled like iron. You felt sick.

"M-my finger's too big." he cried,"I pushed it in further.." Jungkook looked down at his hands helplessly; his fingers weren't much thinner than Jin's.

"Move."

Yoongi dropped down onto his knees beside Jin, nudging him over. His hand came to rest beside Jungkook's pushing it so he could apply the pressure to the wound. "The shot came from the north, Tae's just as confused as we are, so I'm not sure if it's Namjoon."

His other hand wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you up towards his body to lean on him, quietly he murmured, "Grab onto my arm and squeeze when it hurts." Yoongi cut his gaze to Jungkook and Jin, angered that they were still sitting there dumbly staring at him, "Go fucking find who did this!" He snapped, "It's obvious you're fucking useless here!"

He propped your injured leg over his knee, had atop it pressing down further. Yoongi felt your fingernails curl into his skin. His eyes passed over your briefly, frowning at your clenched jaw, "Bite my shoulder." He didn't give you time to argue, "I'm going to pull this out and it's going to hurt, just do it; it'll help." He didn't waste another moment before digging his index and thumb into the gunshot wound and you found yourself listening to him. Yoongi flinched, instinctively pressing his head against yours, trying to distract himself from the pain of your teeth digging into his skin.

His fingers felt the smooth surface of the bullet and he tried to grip onto a ridge with his fingernail, but his fingers only felt a jagged edge.

The bullet had broken.

He took in a deep breath, forcing his fingers as far apart at they would go. He felt the muscles of your leg twitching and felt your teeth break skin, digging into the bone. Suddenly he shoved his hand forward, gripping the two pieces and jerked it out. Yoongi cried out the same time you did, head tucked against yours. He pressed his head against yours as hard as he could and you bit into his shoulder as hard as you could; the both of you trying to distract yourselves from your immediate pain. He finally had gotten the bullet and your had stopped biting him.

Your sore jaw relaxed and you were crying into his neck. Yoongi dropped the bullet fragments, cupping his hands over the entrance and exit wounds and applying pressure once more. He sighed, the bite on his shoulder throbbing. Jin, Jungkook and Jimin were gone. The three of them out looking for the source of the shot.

Taehyung had dropped from the roof, coming to stand curiously beside you and Yoongi. He crouched down, quietly observing your tears and Yoongi's blank stare. He tilted his head to the side in confusion, "You killed her brother." he began, "Why are you helping her?" Yoongi remained silent, hands pressing down harder with each of your heartbeats. You had fallen asleep, or passed out, Yoongi wasn't sure. Tae waved his hand in front of the other man's blank face, "Hello..?" Yoongi's eyes snapped up to him,

"Tell Namjoon I need to talk to him."

For the first time in a long time, Yoongi wasn't sure what to do. He didn't know what was happening or why and it reminded him too much of when your oldest brother was around. When everything was a mess and people were everywhere doing what they wanted.

When there was no order.

It was you and Jin's brother who had forced Yoongi to put up so many barriers and separate himself from his organization. He was the reason for the figurehead. There were so many things he had done wrong and it had gotten him killed and Yoongi was determined not to end up like him. That's why there were rules. So many rules.

And the moment he broke one, this chaos happened.

And he was just as lost and confused as he was when he was 15, coming to your brother for help, but only seeing him face down in a pool of blood.

"Huh?" Tae blinked, "Why?"

"I don't need to tell you, just tell him." Yoongi nodded in the direction of the gate, "Next time I see you, I'm giving you over to Hoseok. Get out." Footsteps were thudding back towards the courtyard of the warehouse and Taehyung took that as his chance to leave. Yoongi glanced down at the blood seeping between his fingers, it was slowing considerable and he was pretty sure you'd be fine.

Jungkook was back, his hands held out in front of you but unsure of where to touch you. He stared down at Yoongi's hands, gaze drifting up to meet his eyes. For a moment he was distracted by the minimal amount of blood dotting Yoongi's shirt on his shoulder, but he had more important things to worry about.

"The bullet broken in half." Yoongi murmured, "I got both pieces." Jungkook nodded, reaching out for you. Yoongi only applied more pressure.

Seeing the other man unmoving, Jungkook mumbled, "Jin wants you..he found the weapon and Hoseok."

Yoongi's head lifted, expression confused, "Hoseok?"

"He was tied up in the room with the weapon..whoever shot it is gone." He explained, trying to tuck his hands underneath you and pull you into his lap. He was there now, Yoongi didn't have to hold you anymore. Jungkook was more than willing to take care of you. Yoongi pulled you closer,

"Give me your shirt." He ordered, "I need something to tied around this before you start moving her." He watched Jungkook shrug out of the flannel and tie it over the wound. It was only after that that Yoongi had handed you over, "There's rooms to the back, they all have emergency kits in them." He mumbled, delicately lifting the bullet fragments into his hands, and staring down at them,

"I'm going to find Namjoon."