Martyr | Yoonmin [1] (unedited)

chapter 2

Jin and Namjoon.

Jin smirked, looking down at the cigarette. The butt of the cigarette looking like a bullet. He heard a whistle in the distance, throwing the last of the cigarette to the ground. He stood from where he was knelt, running up quietly to his friend. Namjoon, dark purple hair and leather jacket, placed a hand on Jin's wrist, pulling Jin in front of him. "I hear them." He whispered, his face close to Jin's ear.

Jin's heart was racing, gripping tightly onto Namjoon's hand. He swallowed hard and tried to act nonchalant, "Why are we doing this again?"

Namjoon was breathing unsteadily. Despite the leader act he wore around the others, Jin saw the softer side of Namjoon but now was not the time. What they were doing was dangerous and as guards, they didn't have a choice. "Because we have to keep Jimin safe."

Jimin. Jin clenched his jaw. Everything revolved around Jimin. Jimin was the special one out of all of them. "Because it is Felix's orders," Jin said between his teeth, and he felt Namjoon nod. His cheek rubbing against the side of Jin's head.

Jin heard them now.

The clicking of their tongues.

He's only seen one once before, the first time Namjoon trained him. He brought one to him, to let him see what he was taught to fight against. The thing Jin, and the others were supposedly trained to fight against for since he was a boy, not like he could remember. He was just as scared as the first time. He felt his hands tingle, his power raging in his hands, a warmth forming from the middle of his palm.

"I'll see you in a minute," Namjoon whispered softly. Jin watched him leave, a tall silhouette in the dark.

He walked slowly up the alley, a car passes by illuminating the backstreet for a moment, light blinding Jin for a second. Namjoon already out of view. Jin stops his hand from grabbing another cigarette, reminding himself that he's already had three in the last hour. Namjoon always complained about the smell. But his heart was racing, his hands trembling involuntarily. They just needed to capture it, that's all - even if it was dangerous and they could possibly get hurt or die. 

"Fuck it." His voice shaking and he lit another.

Before the cigarette burned, something around the corner where Namjoon had gone startled Jin and he dropped his pack of cigarettes. It fell directly into a puddle. It could be Namjoon, but it also couldn't be. Jin looked down at the pack in annoyance, quickly picking it up before slowly making his up the alley. Something was making noise in the street, Jin plucked the cigarette from his lips and threw it and the ruined pack to the side.

"Joonie?" Jin called out quietly.

Whatever it was, it stopped.

Jin poked his head around the corner, heart racing frantically. "Namjoon?" He hissed. Something was moving behind a metal garbage can, Jin craned his neck squinting his eyes in the dark street. A little boy. He was hunched over, something in his hands. Jin, forgetting everything that Namjoon had told him to be cautious of and his basic training, slowly moved toward it. His curiosity growing as he tip-toed toward it.

What was he supposed to do? Obviously, he should help the little boy if he was hurt or lost. But something felt off – chills ran down his spine.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

~~

Asshole #2

Jimin woke up this afternoon

sleeping rn

(and then quickly a message sent again)

You know what I mean

...

~~

Jin's mouth dropped open, internally cursing at the boy. Jin stared at the three dots, waiting for the next message when he realized he was hearing the sound of clicking. His eyes jerked up to the little boy, his eye's glowing red. Jin knew what he should've done but instead, he froze in fear.

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Namjoon cursed when he realized he lost it. He had gone down another street, kicking at nothing when he realized he was going nowhere and he couldn't hear it anymore. It was physically impossible to know who a host was, the eyes the only obvious evidence and the clicking of the tongue.

Now, what was he going to do? He kept a record in his room of all the sightings, he knows there is one hiding in their neighborhood. Hiding, and it knows he and the others lived nearby. He couldn't risk having it around Jimin, and under Felix's orders, he must kill it. But what was he supposed to do? He could search in each dark alley and wander around forever and still find nothing.

He knew someone though, someone who could help him. It was just someone who he wasn't fond of. Taehyung. Once the sweetest member of their group, but now, Felix had turned him into someone else. The grey-haired boy was sent to live somewhere else, instead of living with the four of them. Better that than sharing with another person in an already small apartment.

He began walking down the street when he heard an explosion. A sudden burst of light came from exactly where he had left Jin. He busted into a run, sprinting to the alley. Instead, once he reached the road he found two cars on fire and Jin laying in the middle of the street, a gash on his head. Blood running down his cheek.

Something was standing thirty feet down the road, a little boy. Namjoon heard Jin groan, trying to pull himself up, "It's a host."

Namjoon reached for the knife, strapped on the back of his waist. It grinned, its face distorting for a second and its red eyes gleamed. Jin cried out, grabbing his side. Namjoon had taken his eyes of the host for a second and when he looked back it was gone.

Namjoon ran to Jin and knelt down beside him, pulling the wounded boy in his arms. "Ok, you're not allowed to come with me on these trips anymore." Jin tried to say something in protest but Namjoon shook his head, looking down at his best friend. "Come on let's go."

"I'm sorry," Jin mumbled, the two men hearing the sound of police sirens in the distance as they hurried away from the scene. Namjoon only held him tighter.