My Mr. Criminal (J.JK +M.YG)

Chapter two: Shared injuries

Yoongi's pov)

"There isnt a pattern!!" Namjoon screams in frustration from the kitchen table. "Leave work at your desk! Manners, please, joon!" Jin exclaims from the stove. "Can you fuckwits ever shut up!? We were up all night and you decide to start screaming at- FUCKING 7AM??" I shout as i storm down the hall towards them. "Says you." Jin scoffs as he plates some eggs. I scowl at him.
"Where are you going?" Jin asks as i walk straight through the kitchen. "YOONGI! ANSWER ME BRAT!" He continues to scold as i slam the door.

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I stare emotionless at the ruble of what was once a grand house. As i walk through its ruins my mind drifts off. "Stay alert." Is namjoon's last order before we step through the large wooden doors. I adjust my blazer slightly as i glance around the room. We fade into the crowd. I reach the edge of the party after being elbowed from left and right and dodging dancing people. I search the sea of partygoers with my eyes. Namjoon by the back door, Seokjin by the buffet, Jimin-- up agianst a wall. God damn it. I rush to him, swaying past the people: enough briuses on my ribs already.

"Kihyun. Fuck. Off." Jimin growls at the predator. He laughs and presses himself into jimin more. Jimin grips at his shirt sleeves as he leans into his neck. "May i dance with you?" I ask jimin. Kihyun turns round with a deathly glare, "Yoongi!" His voice is monotone. "Me and jimin were just... chatting." He smiles. "We'll continue this another time beautiful." He tells jimin before shoving his hand in his pocket and strutting back into the crowd. I hold my hand out and jimin takes it as he sighs in relief. "Thanks hyung." He whispers as he wraps his hands around my neck. My hands are on his waste as i guide him from side to side. I look over at joon who gives me a comforting smile.

??'s pov)

Shit. Why is he here? I look down on the blond from the second story. I interbally scream at him for interrupting my plans. I watch him as he stares at the back wall. I wonder what hes thinking? I run my hand along the banister as i walk in the opposite direction than before. I take my phone out and pull up the camera. I stare at the screen for a few seconds before taking the picture. The sun shines through the window at just the right angle and i smile at the photo. Not quite sure as to why i took it. It will be useful i guess. This guy needs to stop getting in my way and distracting me.

Yoongi's pov)

"Hyung..." jimin sighs. "Should we really be here? I mean i agree with namjoonie but i can also see where tae is coming from..." I shake my head a little. The security is doubled tonight. We purposly came becuase we knew it was most likely to get hit next. It was supposed to celibrate something or other. All we cared for is to get information on who was doing this and so far it didnt look good. If i was being honest even id concidered leaving. "Namjoon thinks we should be here so we're here. Taes just anxious." I tell him. He nods his head with a sad smile, "We all are..." The song ends and we step away from each other. I walk over to the food table: leaving jimin to find tae and realising jin is no longer here. I take a glass full of golden liquid and tip it down my throught. I feel slightly better and pick up another. I lean agianst the wall and scowl at a dark haired man staring at me. "YOONGI!"

??'s pov)

I groan as another person walks through the door. "Yoongi hyung?" They call out. Yoongi, huh? He turns around and sighs at the person. "Why did you-" Fuck. "Leave so suddenly?" I sneeze. They both instantly pause and i have to think fast. I cant get back downstairs. The window is my only option. I hesitate for a second. My necklace... damn it.

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I lift my finger to my lips as i creep towards the stairs. Taehyung walks towards the hall instead. I reach the top of the stairs and glance round before staring down at the piece of paper under my shoe. I slowly reach down for it.

I want my necklace back.

It reads. "Noone here." I lie as i walk down towards the doors agian. The peice of paper secure in my pocket.

Yoongi's pov)

"Stop fucking running off for once will you? Start acting your age min yoongi. Before it bites you in your ass." Soekjin scolds before he turns with a frown and calmly clicks his door closed. I sigh. "How did you know where i was taehyung?" I ask not looking at the boy. "Gut feeling? Somethings so off about this whole thing. I cant wrap my mind around it." He mumbles. "We need to stay together. I know that. You know that. They know that. But if im honest? Everyday that passes we have less time and the same amount of information. Its stressing us all out and im scared for what could happen." He sighs.

I turn to him. His eyes brim with tears. Theres nothing much i can say. Ive thought these things myself over the last few weeks. Weve gone through alot together and somehow we became each others safety. But were all scared well lose that. "Im not leaving you taehyung. Im not leaving any of you. Im just not thinking straight at the moment." I tell him. He nods shakily. "'Your wounds are my wounds' hyung." He whispers as i walk down the hall. It makes me pause a second before i shrug it off. I sit on the edge of my bed with my head flung back to the ceiling.

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"C-can you h-help me?" Someone calls out from the darkness. I pant as i stumble down the alley. I lean down towards the injured boy. Even in the darkness i can see the bruises and cuts that cover his arms and legs. "Please..." he begs. He lets out a shaky breath. I put one arm under his legs and the other round his back. The rain seems never ending as my feet drag themselves down the dark streets.

I place the boy on the matress in the corner of the room. I take a flannel and bowl of warm water to beside the bed. I crouch infront of him as his eyes flutter open and he sits up. "Tell me your name." I order. "Taehyung." I wipe the cut on his jaw. "Well, taehyung," i look at his deep brown eyes. Hes crying. "From now on, your wounds are my wounds." I tell him and wipe his tears with my thumb. He nods gently and i bring the flannel back up to his face and softly wipe away the blood on his forehead.

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I reach over to my pillow and pull the jewellery out of it. "Why is this so important?" I whisper into the silent room. I flip it over and trace my finger over the engraving. Youre never alone. I flip it back to stare at the flower printed onto the metal. I breathe in deep before laying down on the black sheets. The necklace still in hand, i close my eyes and try not to think of the real world. Is this who weve been looking for? Why havent i told the others?

Interesting... do you think he should tell them? Ive planned this a little but im not sure if im going to keep it that way. Enjoy the little taegi moment i put in there.