I Want the Headline

35

Jin limped to your bedroom door, hands groping at the narrow hall walls for support. His foot ached, but they didn't have anyone to treat it. It wasn't like he could check into the nearest hospital either; Namjoon had men everywhere. Just the other day he had almost been caught by a scout stationed at the convenience store at the corner. All he had wanted was some painkillers for his foot. Now, Jaehwa was in charge of everything outside of the apartment, but Jin wasn't so sure anymore.

His sister was alive. He needed to get to her; to bring her back to him safely. Jin didn't want to send Jaehwa out to do it either; he could fail or be discovered to be in Yoongi's organization and then how were they supposed to operate? The man had already made the mistake of selling tampered drugs to Namjoon; the last thing that needed to be found out was that he was also working for Yoongi.

Jaehwa had been initiated only for the sole purpose of watching over you while Jin crossed lines to get into Namjoon's group. Just protection and someone for you to get attatched to incase Jin was killed, that was all he signed up for. Now he was singlehandedly supporting the entirety of the organization on his back while Hoseok and Jin watched. They wanted to be a part of it too, but they were technically dead. There was only so much the one man could do and Jin could see by his face that he was growing weary.

Jaehwa was only one man.

He couldn't do everything.

Jin came to a stop in front of the light brown door, a fond smile coming to his lips at the photographs of you and him tacked to it. They were taken before you and and him had fought; right after your brother's death. Jin didn't think you had kept them. Admittedly, he had gotten rid of his copies, thinking at the time that his little sister was as dead to him as his older brother.

But it seemed you had still held onto him when he had given up on you.

He tried the door, not very surprised to find that it was locked. "Yoongi?" He called in, feeling the door frame for a key. His fingers brushed over it. Grabbing it, he unlocked the door entering the room and locking it behind himself. His eyes passed over the clean room, brows furrowed. You were always so messy when you two lived together under your parent's roof. He never imagined you occupying a room that was so sparse.

Yoongi was seated at your desk chair, a stack of photos he was looking through in his hands. He was still shirtless, bright red scratches trailing down his back. Bare feet were pressed together, toes curled. His dark pants, damp and rumpled, clinging to his legs. He was frowning down at the pictures, eyes scrutinizing them. Biting his bottom lip as he stared at each image, he sighed, eyes blankly taking in every detail. He didn't look up at Jin until he had finished them all and set the stack back on the desk.

"Why are you looking at her photos?" Jin questioned. What right did Yoongi have to do that? Yoongi shrugged,

"She told me about them." He mumbled, "She explained every photo in here to me and now that I'm here..I figured I look at them." Jin frowned. You had told Yoongi about your photos?

"When did this happen?" He questioned. Yoongi nodded, more to himself than Jin.

"After I went to talk to Namjoon Jimin took your sister and set the warehouse on fire." He ran his hands over his tired face, "I don't know how he even got to her with Jungkook glued to her side, but he did." Jin neglected to mention that he was the reason Jungkook wasn't by your side.

Yoongi scratched his chin,"Namjoon knew I was coming alone. The fucking treaty we had about not harming other bosses was a bunch shit out of his ass. He planned it; forced me to say I loved her or he'd kill her. I said I didn't. She was drugged up and unconscious, I thought letting her die in her sleep would be better than whatever Namjoon had planned. But then he called Taehyung over and tried to wake her up. Taehyung was going to rape her so I caved." The green haired man didn't need to look up to see the rage brimming behind Jin's eyes. It was practically palpable.