I Want the Headline

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Yoongi stared down at you draped across his lap, blankly. Jimin had brought you, but he wouldn't think that Jin would let you out of his sight. He especially didn't think that Jungkook would. How had Jimin gotten to you? Yoongi didn't know Jimin's strength well, but he was pretty sure he wasn't able to strong arm Jungkook or smooth talk Jin. But what if he had?

Apparently there was a lot to Jimin that Yoongi didn't know.

Breath even, you hadn't budged when Jimin had lowered you into Yoongi's arms and even now, as he moved you a bit, trying to wake you, your eyes remained firmly shut. Namjoon and Taehyung stood on either side of Yoongi, a gun firmly in each of their grips.

"So Yoongi, do you love Y/N, or not?" Namjoon asked quietly. There was a pause as Yoongi averted his eyes from you to the door. Namjoon nudged him with his foot, chuckling softly,

"Oh, no one is coming here to save you in the knick of time, I've made sure of it." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "That little warehouse of yours should be a pile of ash by now, with Jin and Hoseok in it." He inspected his gun, rubbing off a smudge from its shining surface, "Jimin should have gotten to Jungkook by now after he set the place ablaze..I can see why you wanted him back, he's good."

Yoongi closed his eyes, "Jimin was working for you this whole time." He sighed. He should've known. Jimin had come to him too easily to be believable, but Yoongi had hoped his devotion to Choi would have carried over to himself. It didn't.

And now his turf was a burned heap and he didn't know if his men had survived.

"Not this whole time..He was devoted to Choi at first, but even though I killed him, Jimin seemed to prefer me over you." The taller man confessed happily. "How does that make you feel, hyung?" He glanced at Tae, motioning for him to guard the door. Crippled hand held tenderly to his chest, Taehyung sauntered over to the closed door, leaning his ear against it. Yoongi subtly nudged you. When were you going to wake up? He raised his voice in question to Namjoon.

"What are you going to do with Jungkook?"

"I think you already know." He growled, "You knew exactly what would happen when you took Y/N with you and Jungkook came scurrying after her. He left my group, so now he's gonna to come back and get what he deserves. Unless..." He suddenly, kicked Yoongi under his ribs, anger releasing when the man's breath hitched in pain. Your eyelids fluttered. Yoongi bit his lips, biting out,

"If I say no, you'll kill her, but what happens if I say yes? Are you going to kill me?" It seemed like that would be the best option. Yoongi wasn't sure what would happen to you, but it would spare your life for a bit longer. His brows furrowed in thought; now would be a good time for Jungkook to burst in.

"Give your answer and you'll find out." Namjoon's eyes shifted down to you, "..You killed her brother already, why not her too..?"

Yoongi shook his head, "You killed them." he whispered, "I covered for you for the oldest, but Jin..that's all you...and Hoseok; that's you too. You wanted to spare Jungkook, but now you're killing the people who were your friends because he's in love? And you're trying to force some emotion for her onto me? Namjoon, what the fuck is wrong with you!? What the hell is so special about Jungkook!?"

"He's better than us! He's younger, he's faster, he's stronger, and smarter! He's going to bring my organization to the top! But he can't if he's throwing himself in front of every bullet for that little bitch in your arms!" He screamed, reaching out to grab at you. Yoongi shifted forward, covering your body from Namjoon and the man smiled, "And you're going to love her. You're going to love her until you're all she sees. You're going to take her away from him and make him hate her until he kills her. Then Jungkook can do what I want him to do with no problems. Do you understand-"

"Then just kill her!" Yoongi snapped, "Why do I need to be in love with her? Just kil-"

"Because that won't work with Jungkook!" He shouted, raising his gun to Yoongi, "Jungkook won't be any different if she just dies. He needs to know that he's lost her. He needs to know that you've taken her and he can't get her back; he needs to hate her." He pressed the metal up against Yoongi's jaw, "What the fuck is your answer?"

"I don't love her." Yoongi murmured. Either way you were going to die; whether by Namjoon or Jungkook and he didn't want to be there if Jungkook was the one to do it. You were unconscious now anyway, you wouldn't feel anything.

It would be painless, he concluded. He was doing you a favor.

Namjoon stepped back, stunned. That wasn't the answer he needed. He needed something else to get Yoongi to change his mind. The emotion quickly passed and he was suddenly yanking your limp from from Yoongi's arms. He knew exactly what he could do.

"Tae!" Namjoon ordered, gripping the sleeve of your sweater and pulling it from your arm. He reached out for the next one, tugging that off too. Yoongi furrowed his brows,

"What are you doing?" He caught sight of Taehyung returning, good hand pulling his wallet from his pocket and tossing it off to the side. Tae frowned,

"At least wake her up." He complained, hand unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, "She has pretty eyes." Namjoon started to shake you, a smile coming to Tae's lips when you sighed, eyelids fluttering again. Yoongi's hand shot out, jerking Namjoon's hand away from your shirt hem,

"I love her!" He snapped, twisting Namjoon's fingers on his hand when he reached out again for you, "Don't fucking touch her, I love her!" He grabbed your discarded sweater, draping it over your body and pulling you back into his lap. "You're fucking sick.."

Namjoon shrugged, "But you admitted it, so..who cares." He waved away Tae, who's eyes still lingered on you tenderly,

"Ahh, I've been looking forward to that.." He lifted his stare to Yoongi, "I hope you keep a good eye on her hyung," The man moved away, going back to lean against the door. Yoongi set his glare on Namjoon. Tightly in his grip, he turned your body aware from Namjoon's amused stare. Jaw clenched, Yoongi hissed,

"I said it, now what?"

"Now kiss her and show us you mean it. Or Tae will do it; he'd be glad too." He grinned eagerly, "Choi wouldn't kiss her, but I think you're different Min." He winked at him, "Give a her real kiss~" he cooed. Yoongi lowered his face down to yours, fingers pressing into your side until your eyes fluttered open. You blearily stared up at him, eyes dazed. He quietly observed you; you were drugged. Yoongi hoped you wouldn't remember this. He tentatively touched his lips against yours, heart dropping when you responded to him, lips parting as you breathed,

"Jeon..?"

Tears brimming in his eyes, he didn't trust himself to be able to properly mimic Jungkook's voice and you were too out of it to know that he wasn't Jungkook. Yoongi nodded, smoothing his lips over yours once more. You sighed against his mouth, body relaxing in his arm in relief. Namjoon grinned wider, eyes unwavering from the scene.

His tongue brush over yours, hands digging painfully tight into your skin as your hands gripped his shirt, eagerly meeting his mouth. He felt wrong. You thought he was Jungkook.

He was taking advantage of you.

He pulled away, mouth rubbing forcefully on his sleeve trying to wipe away the saliva. He felt your hand cup his cheek, pulling his face back to yours. You kissed his lips tenderly, whispering,

"I love you, Jeon.."

Yoongi choked back a sob.