WINGS || Taehyung

#21 - Masochist Ruler

Seated at one of the extreme corners of the cafe where light barely reached, Jin kept his eyes peeled as he looked out the window and into the dark, shadowy night. Taking in the details of the cafe simultaneously, he shook his head yet another time as Soo Young offered him a cup of coffee - the third that night. She had asked him if you were okay, and he had to convince himself that you really were, before he'd said so. But, somewhere in his gut, he'd known you were lying when you'd told him you were with Taehyung - and it didn't help a bit that Namjoon hadn't let him out since the time they'd gotten here. With another deep sigh, which grabbed Namjoon's attention, he looked out the window, when he noticed two - no, three - silhouettes making there way across the road and in through the door of the cafe, making Jin bolt up.

Running to Taehyung, he almost fell onto his knees as he saw him carrying your body, and he almost fell again as he noticed you were breathing - you were alive. As Taehyung rushed further across the cafe, Jin knew he was to be left alone until he himself informed him of your condition but couldn't help it as he made his way behind the Sinner and beyond the counter. Namjoon, who was wise enough to pick up on the tension, placed a bracing arm in front of his mate in warning, 'Let him come out.' He offered, his hand going back down to his side, letting Jin further decide his intrusion. He stared blankly at Namjoon for a while before subtly nodding his head and tracing his way back to a seat closer to the counter.

Soo Young, Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi waited patiently for the minutes Taehyung took to settle you on the bench inside the changing rooms, carefully enough not to disturb your wound on the back of your head.

When he'd finally come out, Jin stood up so quickly, it sent the chair on its hind legs before falling back on all four, making him flinch. It snapped Taehyung's attention to him, and Jin was already by his side, a pressuring and almost threatening hand on the Sinner's shoulder as he eyed him.

'What happened?' Jin asked quietly, but Taehyung could see the tension and rage unfold behind the film of concern in his eyes. He breathed a sigh, 'It's- she had a minor injury and we couldn't risk admitting her in a hospital, so we brought her here since you'd be here as well,' Taehyung explained as briefly as he could.

Jin pressed his shoulder harder, 'What's the threat?'

'It's very complicated, but I'll explain - if you let me.' Taehyung stayed calm, as he eyed Namjoon behind Jin. Taehyung's mind was too clouded on how to keep you safe to even bother with a thought regarding how to explain the potential threat of Hijin's existence. The longer he stared at Namjoon, the sooner the Red Blood had gotten the hint, 'Jin, sit down for a while. This will not be easy.' And as much as Jin wanted to slap the assuring hand of the male away, and yell at all of them for keeping god damned secrets, he knew he had to be more mature than that if he wanted to hear it sooner. Yelling wasn't going to get him anywhere. And it was best if he could avoid any possible drama.

Taeyhyung turned towards Yoongi and saw him leaning against the wall beside the door - he was staring at him. And Jin at Yoongi.

"I'm going to pay a short visit to Kronell."

With a brief and understanding nod from the Sinner, Yoongi stood straight before twisting into thin air and vanishing from sight. And soon after followed the sound of metal hitting floor as Jin snapped, 'Bullshit,' catching Namjoon's and Taehyung's attention. The two stared at each other, and while Taehyung was mentally debating with him that they should be telling Jin of their identities, Namjoon was countering him.

"No, not right now." His eyes widened a fraction to emphasize. His hands were stiffly kept to his sides, as though straining not to move which would catch Jin's attention.

The pink haired man was still gawking at the spot where Yoongi had been minutes ago. A sigh left Taehyung's lips - he had set his mind. And it wasn't like he'd wanted to do it, but...desperate times call for desperate measure, didn't they?