unafraid [bts x you]

xi. a bit of everything with freedom

         

I tried not to look anyone in the eye as Jungkook and I counted the hostages, moving with him with the limp that made me seem like a newborn giraffe and in no way intimidating. Their eyes were locked on us and I was glad for the gag they had or who knows what they would be spitting out, I couldn't deal with Jungkook getting angry with me over something out of my control. They could walk all over us and I'd be blamed for the footsteps left behind. I frowned at the thought and kept up my pace. Jungkook moved down the line, checking off for every one we had in the nasty, empty rooms in the bad side of the warehouse. I counted seven.

"Alright, motherfuckers, you're going to have two more coming in just a bit, so get ready to make some room on the floor," Jungkook kicked one of them on the leg so they could move aside, "That means some of you will have to sit in someone else's piss."

I looked at the ground and started to doubt every puddle I had touched. Jungkook noticed my hesitation and chuckled, tapping my chin with his knuckles.

"We haven't stepped in any," he assured me. I tried to believe him and nodded. He gave me another soft tap before nudging his head for me to step out. I held back a sigh. knew what that meant. He was going to beat the shit out of one of them to make a quick example. Luckily, I was always offered to leave before it started. As I stepped out, I thought back to what Jungkook had told me when we left the main building before starting. He would be helping Jimin do inventory, in this case counting the hostages, and also playing his part in making sure they knew no one was fucking around. Like RM had told me, Jungkook did a little bit of everything.

It wasn't even a second after I shut the door that I heard Jungkook's fist hit a jaw. Or a stomach. I leaned against the wall and waited, trying to guess who had gotten so lucky. It was probably the one that constantly stretched his legs out, like this was a fucking vacation...

"Is he almost done in there?"

I looked to the left, seeing Suga and Jin coming my way. They were both packed, a gun in their holster ready to go. They were probably going out to help J-Hope on a pickup; the drug operation in BigHit's HQ was one of the busiest, every day something was being delivered or picked up.

"No," I shook my head, "he just started."

Jin nodded, checking his watch and Suga narrowed his eyes at me. I pursed my lips and waited to see what I had done this time.

"You think just because you have about two more weeks before you can walk without that fucking limp, you can disrespect us?" he asked, now right in my face. I turned my head to the side, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from talking back. Jin wasn't interested in the sudden explosion from Yoongi and instead chose to scroll through his cell phone. If there was one thing I hated about how casual everyone's temper was, it was that no one messed with each other's temper when it got out of control. Just like now.

Suga let his hand fall on my head to keep me from moving. "Well?"

"I'm not disrespecting you," I mumbled. He snickered and was about to send his hand across my face when Jin stepped over and, for the first time, intervened.

"Yoon-gi, we don't have time for this," he said with a sigh, "Can't you go one day without using her as a punching bag?"

My jaw almost dropped at the statement. So, they all knew what I was being used as and let it happen? I guess what was most surprising was that he had stepped in at all, so I tried not to get ahead of myself. This was also the first time that I had heard one of them use the other's real name in front of me; ever since I had been told their birth names, it was rare for me to hear or see it, almost like a scavenger hunt. I guessed they weren't bothering to keep it from me anymore, which I wasn't sure if it was a good or bad sign.