I Want the Headline

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"Are you having fun?" Tae asked lightly. He nodded in the direction of the door, the glistening knob taunting the man next to him. "Try it." He suggested, "Maybe he finally forgot to lock it tonight..they stayed up later than usual." Suppressing a grin, Taehyung watched Jungkook turn the doorknob like he had tried every night for the past month.

Sometimes he was oddly calm and others he frantically twisted it, his shoulder slamming against the wood. He never said anything though, Namjoon had said he was allowed to try the knob and it if was unlocked, barge and do what he wished, but if Jungkook called out while the door was still shut, he'd make a show out of killing you.

You were so close and he couldn't even let you know he was near.

So Jungkook could only twist the knob night after night, barely able to hear anything inside the room other than the occasional creak of the bed or you being frightened awake when he was especially desperate to get inside. And night after night Taehyung would laugh at him; laugh at the disappointment on his face. He had almost called out one night, when he heard you crying for him, but as he opened his mouth to reassure you, Tae was there, a eager grin on his face.

"Say something. " He had urged, "I've been waiting weeks to see her. Say anything, she'll recognize your voice." He had been thrown in a fit of anger when Jungkook's mouth snapped shut. That night, Taehyung had pounded on the door himself, cursing at Yoongi. Yoongi never responded to him and Tae wasn't sure if that was more angering than the fact he kept the door barricaded.

Currently, Jungkook released the door knob. It wasn't unlocked, there was nothing he could do. Tae's laughter faded, his face thoughtful, "You ever wonder what they do in there?"

Jungkook stepped away from the door to lean against the opposite wall. Now, he would wait a few hours and try again. The result was never any different, but it was a chance; so he'd take it every night. Then he'd head to bed and by sunrise he was off on some assignment with Jimin. As of now, they were combing through the ashes of Yoongi's warehouse, searching for Jin and Hoseok's bodies. Jungkook figured they were alive; Jimin was a piss poor arsonist and it had been a month with no sign of them. They had escaped.

He had suggest to Namjoon weeks ago that they start combing the city for them, but apparently defecting had put him at odds with the leader. Jimin had replaced him. Nothing he suggested was taken seriously or listened to and Jimin was sure their bodies were in the rubble. So Namjoon believed him and Jungkook was forced to sift through charred wood day after day.

He shooked his head at Taehyung's question, already having an inkling of the answer, "Jimin said he confessed to her. He's probably shoving his tongue down her throat and she's too afraid to push him away." He mumbled. Taehyung crouched down beside him,

"Aren't you angry?" he teased. Jungkook's gaze languidly lifted up to meet Taehyung's and the man was shocked by the emotion hidden in them. He had thought that Jungkook's anger started as a quiet resentment until he exploded, but now he remembered there was something darker and more patient that came after. Tae looked away, "Ahh, I've haven't seen you like this in a while, Jungkookie." This was the side to Jungkook that Namjoon was desperately trying to hone. This was what had made Jungkook his right hand. Tae smiled at the maknae,"You haven't been like this since-"

"Since I killed Jimin's..." His voice trailed off at the sight of Jimin rounding the corner; the two of them had never been in this hall while Jungkook was present before. He suddenly jumped up, shoving Taehyung over. The thud resounded down the hall, catching Jimin's attention and Jungkook could hear the bed creak inside the room. Jimin started running towards him, face serious. What was Jungkook doing? He pressed one hand over Taehyung's bruised neck and the other over his mouth and nose. Smiling, Jungkook watched the confusion in Tae's eyes.