I Want the Headline

40

This was typical Jaehwa luck.

He went to pick the lock to one of the many back doors of Namjoon's warehouse and he ends up breaking straight into the boss' office. He shouldn't have been surprised to see that the boss himself and his right hand were standing inside, deep in conversation. Just as he was about to turn around and make a run for it they both fell silent. The right hand was the first to lock eyes with him and for whatever reason, recognition glimmered there.

He recognized Jaehwa.

Jungkook shouldered past Namjoon, jumping over his desk to get to Jaehwa, "You!" Jae sidestepped him, crashing into and knocking over a bookcase. The sounds of hardcover books plummeting to the ground momentarily drowning out Jungkook's shouts. Jaehwa kicked away some scattered papers, glancing behind himself to make sure he didn't crash into anything else. How did that guy know him? Had he accidentally sold to him before? "You're the fucking fiance! I already told you I love her more than you! Why the fuck are you here? She's not going with you!"

Everything clicked into place.

"You're the guy who called me?" He blanched, dodging the stack of books Jungkook threw at him. The furious man, gripped the decorative knife embedded in Namjoon's desk and lunged forward, boots crashing down onto the overturned book case. Jaehwa reflectively grabbed the closest thing, a bottle of liquor, and swung it at him. Jungkook ducked his head, the bottle smashing against his shoulder as he swung out his fist, knife held tightly in his grasp.

Out of all the places Jaehwa could have snuck into; he literally barged into the most dangerous of them all. Why couldn't he have snuck into the bathroom or storage closet? He hoped that Yoongi and the other would be coming soon. Perhaps he could have stood a small chance against Jungkook alone, but Namjoon was in the room too.

Namjoon stood quietly in the center of the room, eyes shifting from Jungkook and the other man to the door he had broken into. Jungkook said that man was some woman's fiance and it had to be you. You were the only woman Jungkook doted on and protected so fiercely. Before all this, you were a rather bland girl with an uneventful life. Namjoon knew, he checked himself. So it was more than likely that your fiancee was a normal, average guy. So how did he know you were here and why was he breaking into a well known mafia base?

Unless, of course, he was part of an organization.

And the only organization who knew and cared about what happened to you was Yoongi's.

"He works for Yoongi." Namjoon snapped, reaching into his pocket for his gun. "They're probably on their way here-"

Somewhere in the warehouse, a gunshot echoed.

Jungkook punched Jaehwa, teeth bared as he tried to get a firm grip on him. Jaehwa's head snapped back and he lost his balance, his body falling back. Hand reaching out, he grabbed a fistful of Jungkook's shirt, pulling at it. Jungkook was forced forward, his feet unsuccessful in stepping off the fallen bookcase and he, too, fell forward. The two men toppled over, both trying to recover faster than the other and gain the upper hand. Namjoon readied his gun, aiming it at the two of them. Something was going on outside and it probably had everything to with this guy. It would be better to kill him and move on. If he couldn't figure out which door to break into, then he probably didn't know anything. Jungkook's body covered most of Jaehwa's and Namjoon couldn't get a clear shot. He stepped forward to get a better angle, finger hovering over the trigger.

There was another gunshot somewhere inside the facility.

Namjoon looked away from the two men, just as the door was being forced open. Areum stumbled in, clothes disheveled and tears in her eyes. "There's..Someone is here!" She screamed, "He-he came in through the Waiting Room window and shot the guard at the door! Women are running around screaming and the members are confused; no one knows where he went.." She sobbed, unsteadily shuffling into the room. Namjoon watched her carefully, eyes flitting over her briefly,