Blue Eyed Boy. (j.jk x k.th)

Twenty Two: Scary, Nice Criminals

When Yoongi burst into Jeongguks room, glowering scarily and absolutely fed up with the noise coming from it at three in the fucking morning, he did not expect to see an unfamiliar man in the middle of the room, holding Taehyung in a tight head lock, a gun barrel pressed hard to his temple under his messy golden hair, shining in the moonlight. He didn't expect the tears, sparkling in the darkness on Taehyung's face, or the muffled cries that escaped the gag tied tightly around his head.

Yoongi however was the type of guy to always carry a gun on him, yes, even to bed. History had made him paranoid. So, before the man could even shift his guns target to the sharpshooter in the doorway, the crack of a bullet split the almost silent night. Right over Taehyungs shoulder, his bullet found home in the mans forehead.

Immediately Taehyung shoved the now limp body away from him, letting it lifelessly land on the hardwood like a rag doll, and ripped the gag from his mouth furiously, hysteria in his eyes as he let out a sob, and Yoongi immediately moved to his side, hard eyes turning to a mix of confusion and worry.

"Tae? Tae, what happened-" He said softly, placing a gentle hand on the distraught boy.

"Yoon," Taehyung spoke, breathing ragged, the angry red marks on his face from the gag visible in the dim moonlight, "Yoon they took him. They took Jeongguk."

Yoongi went ashen in the pale light, finally remembering whose room he had entered. Standing immediately, gun held securely between his two hands, he moved to the open window where a light breeze was stirring the curtains. He glanced through it, scanning the streets with dark eyes.

"It's too late," Taehyung said in a hoarse voice, shaking his head, shaking slightly as he held himself tightly. "They-"

Hoseok burst into the room, looking like he had just rolled out of bed, but his eyes held a dangerous calm, and a knife flashed silver in the light dangerously. After spotting the other two, he immediately lowered it, eyes softening at the tears on Taehyungs face.

"Tae? Yoongi? What happened?"

"Jeongguks gone."

Hoseok seemed to freeze. Soon enough, Jimin appeared, followed closely by Namjoon and Seokjin.

"They left one person to hold me here so they could get far enough away," Taehyung explained, seated on the bed, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He felt slightly like he would puke, and it didn't help that the blanket held the faint scent of Jeongguk on it still. "He held me there for almost half an hour, they're gonna be gone by now."

"So, we go and get him!" Hoseok said, blinking fast as he paced the room, twirling a knife worryingly between his fingers. He turned his eyes to their leader, leaning against the wall, arms crossed and expression grim. "We have to go get him, you know they're gonna kill him Joon-" 

"We don't know where they are." Yoongi said quietly. "Jeongguk never got a chance to tell us."

There was a pregnant silence, broken with a loud thud as Hoseok threw his knife with a scowl, sinking it into the wall at the speed of light. Then, he continued pacing. Taehyung shared a look with Jimin of worry- an unstable Hoseok was a dangerous Hoseok.

"We have to find him." Seokjin said quietly from where he sat on the other side of Taehyung, his arm gently around the boy. "We have to."

"We can." Namjoon spoke up finally, glancing from face to face of the boys. For a moment, the boys returned his look in confusion, until realization dawned on Jimin's face. 

"Oh my god, I'm so stupid. God, I totally forgot about it!" A smile cracked Namjoons grim facade.

"What?" Taehyung demanded, eyes shining blue in the dim room.