I Want the Headline

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The entire lot was just mass of black splintered wood and marred metal. Everything he had built up over several years had burned to a crisp over one night. All the men gathered under him had scattered and the two most important people in his group were presumably dead.

Yoongi had nothing.

He had had nothing for over a month, but his desire to keep you safe had helped keep the thought that, outside of that room, his entire livelihood was gone. It was a beautiful distraction he'd admit. Waking up to you had quickly faded from an obligation to a delight and going to bed with you in his arms had made him question how he was able to sleep alone before.

But he would learn to again.

You were with Jungkook again; the small space you two had created together in that room was gone. Yoongi knew this the moment the you doubted his intent to protect you when he tried to escape with you. Jungkook would always be first to you.

He shoved over a charred pillar, angrily throwing melted and burned debris. Jungkook would always be first and it didn't matter what Yoongi did. It didn't matter how much he cared or how many resources he had. You'd pick Jeon. You had said it yourself, you couldn't hurt Jungkook.

But Yoongi.

Hurting Yoongi was just fine.

He kicked at a charred first aid kick. Everything was gone. Everything he had worked for was gone."Jin!" Yoongi whirled around, pushing over another piece of the support beams, "Hoseok!" They were his top men. They couldn't have been bested by that lunatic Jimin of all people. They were alive. They had to be.

They were all he had.

He tripped over something, falling forward onto his hands and knees, splintered wood stabbing at him. "Where the fuck are you?!" Yoongi scrambled up, brushing off the debris from his clothes. "Jin! Hoseok!" He tripped again, not bothering to get up anytime soon. It was useless anyway.

He had started out alone and so he'd end alone.

He had been there for hours, calling out the names of two people who weren't responding. "Maybe they are dead.." He mumbled, climbing out of the heap, only to sit just outside the perimeter of where his warehouses once stood. "Fuck.." He hissed, pulling at his hair, "I don't know what to do." Yoongi rocked in his seat, "What do I do?" He felt tears brimming in his eyes. He was so sure he'd do things better than Jin's brother. So sure he was going about it the right way.

But everyone had still died.

"I fucked up.."He growled, "I fucked up again." Yoongi took a deep breath, calming himself. "They're dead." He mumbled, "They're dead." It was simple, he reassured himself. He was alone again.

There were no more attachments.

It was just Yoongi.

It was just him.

Again.

He was alone physically; this was where he felt the most comfortable. He was safe from physical harm; he could interact from behind the curtain, but still stay safe. But he was also alone mentally, and that was what scared him. It was the detachment and longing to be connected to someone. He couldn't have that now. He could rebuild his empire with new people and new tactics, but for what? The people he had started it for were gone. He didn't have anything. Alone in a large city, Yoongi was just one person crouched in an abandoned lot crying over people who were never going to come back. Nowhere to go, to sleep, to eat, no money to buy anything, he barely knew anyone.

He only knew you.

"Dammit Y/N.."

There was still one attachment.