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

Chapter three: What's best

Jungkook's pov)

"Where were you?" Daehyun growls as i slowly click the door shut. I sigh and look down at my hands as i turn to him. Why is he up at 4am? "I was taking a walk." I mumble and attempt to make my way to the stairs. "Dont lie to me, kook." He slams his fist agianst the wall, narrowly missing my face. He tilts his head and glares at me. "I was out." I growl and push his arm down. I hear it slap at his side as i stomp away. I slam my door shut and chuck my phone on my desk. I fling myself at the bundle of pillows and blankets, sighing deeply. I groan as theres a knock at the door. "What do you want?" I snap at them as they enter. "I didnt tell you to come in." I point out. "Sassy much. Hows it goin' princess?" Kihyun chuckles. He plops himself on the chair.

Why is everyone still up? "Stop calling me princess." I order and flip myself over. "You know you love it." He cackles and crosses his legs. He leans back in the chair and peeks at the scattered paper on the desk. I used to. "Not now." I breathe. He sighs and stands. His expression is serious as he struts over to the bed. Worry, its there, only for a second but i see it in those dark eyes. Hovering over me in silence, i watch as he contemplates something in his head. I turn away. His hand comes up and turns my jaw back. Its so stupid. I dont stop it. His lips press agianst mine. Warm and soft. Even if my mind is screaming for me to get away, i encourage it: kiss him back. His hand strokes at my side before he pulls away. "If Daehyun touches you, tell me." He whispers breathlessly. His eyes search mine in look of some agreement. "He wont. But if he does ill tell you." I give him a sad smile. My heart beats getting faster the longer his gaze is on me. His thumb grazes my bottom lip as he returns the smile. "You still taste good princess." He points out and leaves with a small giggle. I stare at the closed door. That needs to stop.

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I pant as i drop to one knee. Sweat sticks my hair to my head and the grazes covering my body start to sting. My muscles ache and my lungs feel constricted. "DAEHYUN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?" Kihyun shouts as the door hits the wall. He storms up to him. "Stand." Daehyun orders me, expressionless. I push myself from the ground. Groan at the searing pain in my limbs. "Your exhuasting him!" Kihyung exclaims earning a scoff from the older male. "Stop acting like his mother." He grunts. Kihyung crosses his arms. I stand there and endure my own physical competition. The ground looks really comfy right now. "Stop this. Right now." Another scoff. He lifts his blade, urging me to lift mine. I do. "STOP IT!" Kihyung screams: red faced and worried. My eyes begin to water as i feel the silver slice at my skin. "Unfiar play." I growl and glare at his smirking face. "Daehyun! Please we said we'd keep him safe, Healthy, HAPPY! For gods sake stop this!" Kihyung begs, a hand on his shoulder. It almost looks to comfort him more than hold him back. "We? It has never been we. I. I took him in. I looked after him. It was always me." He spits, turning to face the younger. "I can make him happy. But my first priority is making him strong. My only intention is to protect him." I stop listening. Theres no point in me being here anymore.

Daehyun's pov)

"He looked about ready to collapse, Daehyun. That doesnt look like protection." Kihyun scoffs. His hands are on his hips in an almost feminine stance. "Im worried about him." I groan, wiping my sweat on the sleeve of my shirt. "Your not showing it verry well." He points out. Well, no shit sherlock. "Havent you seen him lately? Sneaking about? Not coming home till stupid hours of the morning? Bruises from god knows where? Hes barely eating or sleeping." I tell him. I hurl my towel at the corner of the room in frustration. Whats he up to? "You're overthinking this. He might-" i cut him off. Anger courses through my veins. "I AM NOT!" I shout. "For fucks sake theres something wrong and your brushing me off like im making it up." I sigh in annoyance. (Aware i sound like his parent more than anything else.) "I just think hed tell us if something was that wrong." He shrugs. "I know him better than you do so-" He shakes his head roughly. "Just 'cuz youve flirted with him a little doesnt mean your closer to him. You werent the one he kissed yesterday." He points out. I feel my fangs extend a little and bite back the urge to bare them. He laughs, "Dont get defensive now. He hasn't let me in his pants yet." God i want to wipe that smirk straight off his face. I storm past him and slam the door on the way out.

Yoongi's pov)

"Nice try." I laugh as i dodge the punch. I hear him groan agian. Then he flops on the floor with fast breaths. "Hoseok, if i can dodge your attacks blindfolded, you seriously need to think about your ability." I point out, sitting cross legged beside him. "No dude. Your like, weirdly good at this." He pants. I lean back on my hands and chuckle. "You kinky shit." He mumbles, "Didnt know you were a bottom..." I burst into a fit of laughter. I pull off my blindfold to wipe away the tears from the corner of my eyes. "The only person id bottom is Thor. His ass is thiccer than jimins." He looks at me disgusted and when i show no sign im joking he groans agian. "Duuuuude. Tmi." He complians: only making me laugh harder.

"Y-yoongi hyung?" Tae calls out as he creaks the door open. I turn to him and humm to recognise ive heard him. "Can i talk to you?" He asks and i shrugg. I stand and follow him slightly worried at his secretive tone. We enter my room and i close the door behind us. "I was looking for the book u recommended... but when i took it off your night stand, this dropped." He lifts up the necklace. My heart drops at the sight. "And?" I try not to sound too worried but it only makes my tone annoyed. He flinches slightly. "I was just wondering where you got it? I hope your not mad..." he mumbles with his head hung. I sigh. "It was a gift." I tell him. He nods in response.

Taehyung's pov)

"You ok?" Yoongi asks as his hand grazes my arm. "Fine." I say. He looks at me with worried eyes. "You sure?" He questions, clearly not believing me. "Yes. Nothing happened, yoongi. Dont worry." I reassure. I turn to leave but stop at his voice. "You're a shit liar Taehyung." He points out. "Fuck off yoongi." I growl and leave. I can feel the tears streaming down my cheeks as i lift my phone up agian. I stare at the message for a few more seconds as fear fills my body.

Dont think your getting away, Kim Taehyung. We'll find you, we'll kill you and everyone you love. Then we'll mount your heads on the wall as trophies. Look falward to it. I know we are :)

Im so sorry yoongi. I Dont want to hurt you. I step away from the door and walk down the hall as my heart breaks further.

Soekjin's pov)

"Hey joon..." i start as i look up from my game. "Yeah?" He says from the computer. "Im worried about yoongi. Hes been off lately..." i sigh and rub the bridge of my nose. He turns to me and adjusts his glasses. "I was thinking that... but im pretty sure its just stress." He stands and walks to me. Taking my hand in his he smiles widely down at me. "I wouldnt worry." He comforts me. I sigh in relief. He always knows just how to calm me. "Kim Namjoon." I state as he plays with me fingers. "I love you." I pull him down to kiss him. He smiles agianst my lips. "I love you too Kim Soekjin." He chuckles.