I Want the Headline

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The way he was swaying on his feet unnerved you. Unfocused eyes drifted over you as he gripped his face, teeth clenched. Stumbling in a tight circle, he almost tripped over his own boots but caught himself, heaving in a deep breath. Jungkook hunched over, an odd sound between a sigh and the beginnings of a scream passing through his lips.

"I'm going to kill him." He spoke clearly. "I'm going to rip out his fucking throat." He clawed at his face, leg bouncing in agitation, "I'm going to set him on fire." he added, straightening up and looking towards the door, "I'm going to gouge his eyes out." Jungkook sighed again, and his entire body seemingly relaxed. "I need some acid." He murmured thoughtfully. He glanced back at you, still seated on the mattress. "Come on."

You shook your head.

He had started to walk to the door, but paused when you refused. Jungkook nodded towards the door, "I can't leave you here by yourself. I'm taking you back to the Waiting Room." He had a lot to do and he was on a short fuse; now wasn't the time for you to argue with him. Jungkook waved you over to him, "I'm not in the mood right now. Come on."

You eyed him angrily, "Then what?" He knew the truth, but that wasn't going to wipe away what he had done beforehand. Moreover, he didn't even fully understand the truth; that it wasn't Yoongi's fault, he had no choice. You opened your mouth, fully intent on telling Jungkook that Yoongi wasn't the one he should be going after, but he beat you to it, suddenly pointing at you.

"Get the hell up, Y/N!" he snapped, crossing the roof and gripping you from under your arm. He hoisted you up, dragging you towards the door. Your sock clad feet struggled to find purchase on the smooth cement of the rooftop. His hand enveloped your arm, his grip firm as he pulled you.

"Get off me!"

He glared down at you, "You want him alive?! After what he did to-"

"He didn't have a choice!" You shouted, "Not like you did when you were pressing into me! If you want to be mad at someone for hurting me, you should look in a mirror, Jungkook!"

He shook his head furiously, "No, I love you! You fucking know this already. You love me, you're supposed to be on my side. You love me." He argued, free hand grabbing the doorknob and twisting it, "You're just saying that because you're scared of Yoongi. He's not going to hurt you anymore, I'm here. I'll protect you..like I always have."

"You're not listening to me! The bad one isn't Yoongi, it's you!"

"Why are we in here again?" Taehyung questioned. "And what are we looking for?" Seated on the tile floor of the bathroom, he boredly picked up the miscellaneous items of the broken drawer. The room hadn't been entered since Yoongi and you had left it and Taehyung didn't understand why Namjoon was suddenly demanding that Tae help him find something in the bathroom. He scratched at his arm, fingers brushing over a small comb. Passing over it, he gently lifted up a hair pin, examining it briefly.

Beside him, rummaging through a medicine cabinet, Namjoon huffed, slamming the door shut. "It has to be somewhere where Yoongi couldn't find it easily." He grumbled, "He doesn't know, or else he'd make a big deal out of it." The leader jerked open a drawer, tossing the toothbrushes and razors on the floor as he felt towards the back of it. Taehyung reached behind him into the bottom cabinets of the sink, pulling out a smooth black zippered bag.

Turning it over in his hands, he squeezed it raising a brow at how some of it caved easily. Thin fingers unzipped it, pulling out the contents. Boredly, he set aside a few pads, tampons and liners interest peaked at the small pills scattered at the bottom. "Is this it?" He asked, pulling out a few to show to Namjoon. The taller man quickly squatted down, taking the bag and the pills from Taehyung to count them. "Why did you need to find those?" Taehyung reiterated.