Jaebum couldn’t stop his thoughts from racing. He should be focused. Focused solely on the feeling of Youngjae’s soft flesh filling the palms of his hand as he kneaded the plump skin of his thighs. The carressing of their tongues. The delicious friction on his clothed as he slowly but firmly ground his hips into Youngjae’s.

“So good,” Youngjae breathed into Jaebum’s ear. That sent a shock straight down Jaebum’s spine and succeeded momentarily in clearing his mind. He bit hard into Youngjae’s neck eliciting a loud cry from the younger’s lips. That’s what he wanted: to hear this man moan continuously for him. It’s what he needed to take his mind off of Youngjae’s father and his job.

Focus, Jaebum, focus.

He ran a hand down Youngjae’s slightly rounded stomach that Jaebum had come to love. He still remembers Youngjae being reluctant to take off his shirt, afraid that Jaebum might not find him attractive with all of the extra weight in his stomach and thighs. Because of that, Jaebum always spent extra time kissing and fondling Youngjae’s stomach to prove just how y it was to him.

And while Youngjae loved the extra attention Jaebum gave him, he wanted something more. He wanted to go all the way tonight. To bend over and arch his back for Jaebum while he revelled in the pleasure of being so filled by the older. Just the thought made him whimper and his toes curl.

“Jaebum, me,” Youngjae whispered. “I’m ready.”

Jaebum lost his breath almost instantly. He toyed with the waistband of Youngjae’s boxers teasingly. “Are you sure?” He asked slowly taking one of Youngjae’s s into his mouth, gently.

“Yes!” Youngjae cried out at the feeling, his back bowing to encourage Jaebum to harder and to emphasize that he was absolutely sure that he wanted this. “I even stretched myself before we went out to dinner.” Youngjae’s voice lowered dangerously as he purposefully dragged his fingernails down Jaebum’s back for effect. “I have a plug in, Daddy. Just for you.”

Jaebum stopped his process of leaving purple bruises on his lover’s chest to look up at him with hooded eyes. The burn of Youngjae’s nails trailing down his back, the word ‘Daddy’ rolling so perfectly off of his tongue, and the sheer thought of Youngjae being stuffed full with a plug all night was overwhelming Jaebum’s thoughts. Finally. He couldn’t think of anything else other than giving Youngjae exactly what he wanted and ing him until they both were tired and spent.

“Really, Kitten?” Jaebum growled, gliding down Youngjae’s body until he could kiss and mark Youngjae’s thighs next.

“Mhm,” Youngjae purred, sighing breathlessly as Jaebum sunk his teeth into his thighs with just enough pressure to make him shake from the pain and pleasure. “I wanted to please you tonight. Be ready and open, all for you. Now please hurry, Daddy. I don’t wanna wait any longer.” Jaebum didn’t need any extra encouragement. another hickey into supple flesh, Jaebum wrenched Youngjae’s boxers down his thighs. Youngjae raised his legs so Jaebum could slide them completely off of his legs before carelessly throwing them to the floor.

“Please, please, please,” Youngjae whispered continuously. Without even thinking, he submissively spread his legs, and his hand quickly went to grab for his hardened but a strong grip on his wrist stopped him.

“Don’t touch. Did I give you permission to touch what belongs to Daddy?”

Even without being touched, Youngjae shivered at just the tone of his voice and groaned loudly at the blatant display of dominance, power, and possession. But he still wanted so, so bad to touch himself. He felt he was going to burst if he didn’t get some type of contact or friction. But despite that need, he wanted to be good.

“No, Daddy. Your kitten is sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“Good,” Jaebum praised. With that, he placed his hands under the Youngjae’s knees and pushed at them until Youngjae’s thighs were pushed firmly against his stomach, spread open for Jaebum. “Look at you, Kitten,” Jaebum mused. “So beautiful. Hold you legs open for me.” Wordlessly, Youngjae obeyed, hooking his own hands under his knees to keep himself open as Jaebum pressed a single kiss to the turquoise, shimmering jewel firmly placed in his entrance.

“You did all this for me?” Jaebum asked rhetorically. So lost within this pool of sheer pleasure, Youngjae actually opened his mouth to answer, but he was quickly cut off by a wet sudden heat engulfing his and an immense amount of pressure being applied onto the plug. Youngjae practically screamed at the feeling of the plug being pushed so deep inside his entrance and his so deep within Jaebum’s throat. He didn’t know whether to his hips upward off of the mattress to get into Jaebum’s mouth or back to get the plug deeper in him and reach that place he really wanted to hit.

“Oh God,” Youngjae gasped as Jaebum grabbed the plug and began ing it mercilessly into Youngjae before taking Youngjae’s as deep within his throat as he could handle. It was an understatement to say that he was in absolute heaven at the moment.

“Oh, ! Just like that. Please, Daddy.” Youngjae’s hands flew down to clutch at Jaebum’s hair as the plug finally hit that one spot inside of him. With a slick pop, Jaebum removed himself from Youngjae’s .

“Tell me how good it feels,” Jaebum growled, biting hard into Youngjae’s thigh. Absolutely loving the way the younger reacted whenever he did so.

“It feels a-amazing. You’re so g-good to me, Daddy. Please, don’t stop,” Youngjae gasped. He wasn’t too flexible so his legs were beginning to strain from being held open and spread for so long but the pleasure quickly overshadowed the dull ache. Judging by the pleasing ache in his lower stomach, he knew he was getting closer and closer to that edge. “ me, please. I’m begging you. I wanna while you’re inside me. Please…!”

“Alright, Kitten. You deserve it for being so patient.” Despite the praise, Jaebum laid a hard slap to the younger’s right thigh to which Youngjae gave a high pitched shriek to before gently petting the area to soothe him. He removed the plug slowly as to not hurt the rookie and when it was fully out, he placed it to the side and growled quietly at the sight of Youngjae’s hole clenching around nothing. So ready to be filled and stretched again.

Youngjae was so wet and open that Jaebum doubted that he would need any more lube in the first place. Just for the fun of it, Jaebum ran his thumb over the younger’s glistening hole.

“Ah! Please…” Youngjae moaned. Not really knowing what he was asking for anymore but still wanting something. Anything. Jaebum couldn’t help but groan and let his eyes roll back their sockets for a second. The sight of Youngjae spread like this with his hole literally trembling at just the slightest touch was just a bit too much to handle.

“You have no idea how much I wanna eat you out, kitten. Slide my tongue so deep in you. Maybe even have you sit on my face.” Youngjae’s twitched at the thought. The sheer image of being able to ride Jaebum’s face just drove him crazy. He’s never had anyone do that to him before and there was no doubt about it that Youngjae wanted Jaebum to be the first to do so.

His hands still hooked under thighs slipped a little from him being so sweaty, but he quickly grabbed them again, gripping his flesh this time to stay put for his Daddy.

“But that’ll have to wait until next time. I can see how ready you are for this.”

“I am. I’m so ready,” Youngjae confirmed only for it to trail off into a low moan as he watched Jaebum stand up to remove his boxers. He couldn’t help but his lips at the sight. The thought of Jaebum ing his throat crossed Youngjae’s mind making him throw his head back against the mattress with a guttural moan. Youngjae could practically feel how good it would be to have Jaebum weave his hands through his hair and shove all of his length past his lips. Making him take it.

“Please, please… Please…! H-hurry, I-!”

Finally, Jaebum crawled over Youngjae’s body and kissed him, to stop him from begging and just to taste him. The kiss was sloppy yet filled with so much unnamed passion. The feeling of having Jaebum so close to him was always so overwhelming for him and he couldn’t get enough. He was so overwhelmed with pleasure, passion, and overall… love.

So while one of Jaebum’s hands reached above them to blindly search under the pillow for the foil packet as they kissed, Youngjae pulled away to look into Jaebum’s eyes. “I love you,” he whispered, brushing his lips against Jaebum’s.

Jaebum’s feral look in his eyes softened. “I love you too, baby. So much.” Finally finding the packet, Jaebum pressed a firm kiss to Youngjae’s lips albeit much softer and sweet this time. But those words caused great guilt as his thoughts reminded him that he was hiding something huge from Youngjae.

“Sweetheart. I have to tell you something,” Jaebum sighed. He started to sit up again but Youngjae quickly wrapped his legs around Jaebum’s slender waist.

“It can wait,” he rushed.

“It’s about your dad-”

“I don’t give two s about my dad right now,” Youngjae snapped. “What I care about right now is this. You. In me… Don’t you want that, Daddy?” There was that suggestive glare again. Still filled with adoration and love but also of lust and want.

“I do, kitten. I want to fill you up so bad,” Jaebum groaned as he rutted against Youngjae, the head of his catching momentarily on Youngjae’s rim. The feeling prompted Jaebum to rush just a bit. He pushed himself up on his knees to open the . He gave himself a few first causing him to moan loudly at finally getting some relief. Rolling the on, he positioned himself at Youngjae’s gaping entrance.

At the slight contact, Youngjae still twitched and sighed as Jaebum pushed into him.

He would have to remember to send a text to his best friends BamBam and Yugyeom for telling him to put a plug in for the night. It was new and uncomfortable while they were at dinner but when he felt Jaebum push into him with little resistance, stretching him in all of the right ways, he realized that it was so worth it.

“Oh my… !” Youngjae gasped as Jaebum bottomed out completely. “That’s s-so good.” It was good, great even but he couldn’t deny the fact that it hurt. Attempting to adjust, Youngjae didn’t even realize the tears welling up.

Seeing the tears lining Youngjae’s eyes, Jaebum didn’t dare move, even if it took all of his self control not to. He didn’t want to hurt the younger. He leaned over Youngjae’s body, hooking his knees in the creases of his elbow, to kiss him gently, helping him relax.

“Please move. Hurry, please. I want it,” Youngjae pleaded, gripping Jaebum’s shoulders for stability.

“I got you, sweetheart,” Jaebum reassured, pressing a few soft kisses to Youngjae’s blushed cheeks, dotted with sweat. He kept his eyes on Youngjae as he slowly pulled out before pushing in again.

A few more slow s and Youngjae’s toes were curling as he pleaded softly in Jaebum’s ear that he wanted more. “Harder. I can take it, Daddy,” Youngjae reassured, lightly at the older’s ear. “I want to feel this tomorrow when we go into work. I want everyone to know that you pounded my until I couldn’t walk straight. Mark me. me. Own me, Jaebum. I want it so bad.”

Jaebum wanted to be gentle, not wanting to hurt the younger when it was their first time actually having . But, all of the control that he initially possessed was tossed out of the window when Youngjae whispered that.

He didn’t even bother to respond, just swiftly pulled out of Youngjae to flip him over onto his hands and knees. Youngjae presented himself so perfectly for Jaebum, pressing his face and shoulders into the mattress while keeping his high in the air. In one smooth thrist, Jaebum sank back into the wet heat that Youngjae’s entrance provided with a soft groan.

Not even expecting it, Youngjae choked out a moan and fisted at the sheets. He loved being filled so perfectly. Jaebum wasn’t gentle in the slightest, clutching at Youngjae’s hips so hard he was sure they would leave marks as he snapped his hips rhythmically into Youngjae.

“M-more! Oh, please, d-don’t stop! D-deeper,” Youngjae groaned, scratching at anything he could find stability on other than the sheets because he didn’t want to tear them. But this was too good for him to care about some torn sheets.

When Jaebum gave a particularly angled , directly hitting the rookie’s prostate, Youngjae couldn’t help but scream out as unexpected tears welled in his eyes. “R-right…T-there…” Youngjae blindly reached behind him to sink his nails into Jaebum’s thighs, spurring Jaebum on even further to continue to pound into him with a considerable amount of power.

“Take it, Youngjae,” Jaebum growled. “Take it all. You’re such a for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I-I am,” Youngjae whimpered, relishing in the pleasure bursting spontaneously under his skin. “Give it to me. I’m your . Oh my… Ah! Daddy!” He yelled when Jaebum raised his right hand only to bring it down on Youngjae’s asscheek. The sting was mind blowing. More.

With the combination of the delicious sight of Youngjae’s skin rippling from both his hard s and the single spanking along with the sight of his sliding in and out of Youngjae’s , Jaebum couldn’t resist the urge to spank him a few more times until the pale skin of Youngjae’s was an angry red.

Youngjae couldn’t think. There was so much pleasure coursing through his veins that he was practically trembling and couldn’t think of anything more than the feeling of Jaebum pounding him like he’d wanted for such a long time. As he reached down to his as fast as his mind allowed, Youngjae realized he wanted more. He needed more.

“Daddy… p-pull my h-hair. My h-hair p-please,” Youngjae moaned desperately wanting to feel Jaebum’s hands on him more.

“So dirty,” was all Youngjae heard before Jaebum grabbed a fist full of Youngjae’s hair and pulled him up onto his knees so his back was pressed flat against Jaebum’s chest. This was so dirty and he loved it so, so much. Still his hard , he cried out at the feeling of Jaebum lustfully biting into the sensitive skin of his neck. His eyes rolled as he focused on the feeling of Jaebum touching him everywhere. His buried deep within him, his tongue on his neck, a hand weaved tightly in his hair, and the other hand twisting and pinching at his s. So good.

“G-gonna …! ‘M , Daddy! Can I ?” Youngjae pleaded. Jaebum gave a hard tug to Youngjae’s hair, making him bar his neck and arch his back to adjust to the sudden yank. one last hickey into his neck, Jaebum ground his into Youngjae’s prostate as he whispered, “ for me, Kitten. Show Daddy how good he’s made you feel tonight. ,” he demanded.

Youngjae could feel the knot in his stomach grow tighter and tighter as the spasms under his skin took over all of his senses. He wanted to so bad, but Youngjae was so sensitive and overtaken with lust that he couldn’t move his wrist as quick as he needed.

“Daddy…!” Youngjae whined desperately. Noticing Youngjae’s struggle, Jaebum gave one last, hard as he pinched one of the younger’s s. That had Youngjae shaking as he yelled out for Jaebum. Youngjae’s mind was mush. His body was racked with pleasure from his . He was literally vibrating from it all as he opened his mouth to give a broken, wrecked scream towards the ceiling from Jaebum’s hand still pulling at his now burning scalp.

Softening his grip in Youngjae’s hair, Jaebum forcibly pushed Youngjae so he was kneeling over once again. “, I’m close,” Jaebum groaned, taking ahold of Youngjae’s hips again as he chased his .

“ for me, Daddy,” Youngjae gasped. He used the last of his strength to cant his hips back to meet Jaebum’s s, at the sheets. “I want to make you feel good too,” he whined. The lewd, dirty wet sounds of their hips meeting and the clenching of Youngjae’s hole from overstimulation completely pushed Jaebum over the edge. He groaned out Youngjae’s name as he basically collapsed on top of Youngjae, but luckily caught himself on his arms before he could.

As Jaebum slowly pulled out, Youngjae whined quietly. He didn’t like feeling so empty, and he suddenly wanted to cry from Jaebum pulling out without a warning. Hell, the rookie actually did begin to silently cry when he felt the mattress shift as Jaebum got off of the bed. He was so emotional all of sudden and didn’t even have an explanation for it. But honestly he didn’t care at the moment, he just wanted Jaebum to hold him. Cuddle him and tell him how much he loved him.

“J-Jaebum…” Youngjae whined quietly as he curled into himself. “Come back…”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jaebum cooed, rushing back to the bed. The bed shifted again and then there was something cold on his face. Gosh, Youngjae didn’t realize how much he needed a cold towel until he actually had it. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I just wanna clean you up. Is that okay?”

“I love you,” Youngjae muttered, momentarily opening his eyes. Jaebum was a sight to behold and if he had the energy, he’d tackle him again. Jaebum chuckled as Youngjae closed his eyes once again.

“I love you too,” Jaebum whispered, placing a soft kiss to his cheek. Noticing a stray tear on his cheek, Jaebum softly wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. Jaebum really hated a pleading, crying cop, but Youngjae… He was an exception. The younger was beautiful when he cried, especially for him.

It took about five minutes for Jaebum to clean the both of them off- well substantially. But by the time he was done, Youngjae was fast asleep. Jaebum smiled and willed his thoughts away.

Jaebum could tell Youngjae about his father in the morning.

 

 

 

 

 

Honestly, Jimin couldn’t breathe. It didn’t seem his mind was focused on that fact because all he could think about was finding Taehyung and Jungkook.

Careful not to draw too much attention to himself- which was easy because of all of the people and blaring music- Jimin rushed to the iron door towards the back that they had initially came in through. Jimin had the pistol grasped firmly in his hand just like Minseok had taught him, knowing that Jimin would need to use it more than just once on this mission. Jimin was thankful for all of those tedious lessons.

Pushing the heavy door open, Jimin carefully closed it as to not make too much noise just in case there were men closeby. It was dark out there in the alleyway, and the fact that the alley led two different ways, left and right, wasn’t helping Jimin make a choice either. Noticing that his breathing was a bit too heavy, he held his breath for a while. Listening. Trying as best as he could to tune out the faint bass of the music to hear something. Anything.

A few seconds passed then there it was. A vague groan of some sort from nearby. From the left. Jimin was moving before he had even told his legs to. His mind was too occupied remembering all of the tips advice his brothers and everyone else had given him. So no matter how much Jimin wanted to rush, he knew he needed to wait. Think first. Assess the situation.

Jimin moved silently but quickly against the cement wall towards the left of the club. He moved until he came to an opening, allowing him to turn, but then there was that groan again. It was closer and…familiar.

“...Kook…” The voice groaned.

It was Taehyung. Jimin hastily but cautiously moved around the turn to see men scattered about on the ground. Whether they were dead or alive was unknown and JImin couldn’t find it within himself to care either. Especially when he saw Taehyung struggling to stand as one hand clutched at his side and the other pressed firmly on the wall. “Taehyung,” Jimin gasped. At the mentioning of his name so suddenly, Taehyung swiftly pulled out his own pistol and aimed it at Jimin. It was such a quick move that Jimin thought he was already as good as dead.

“It’s me,” Jimin warned with wide eyes. Taehyung kept the gun raised for a few seconds as he stared at Jimin. Was he questioning his true identity? “It’s really me, Taehyung.” Jimin moved closer to see Taehyung’s face was bloody and his thin, black shirt was cut and soaked in blood from the wound on his side.

Taehyung lowered the gun. “Come over here and help me then,” he demanded with a firm voice that was just a bit shaky. Jimin could hear the slight fear and panic in it. He knew it was because Jungkook wasn’t here.

Jimin quickly rushed over, clicking the safety of his pistol on before hooking Taehyung’s arm over his shoulder. “I found out that they knew you guys were here,” Jimin began. “I immediately tried to find you. I checked every floor.”

“Those es ambushed me. As you can see, I protected myself for a while.” Taehyung gestured to the several men sprawled out and bloody on the ground. He let out a low groan from the sudden burst of pain from even using the muscles in his stomach. This hurt. “But those es kept coming. I had Jungkook helping me but… . They were so many of ‘em that they managed to get and stab me. I can’t believe I let them take him.”

“Don’t think that way,” Jimin rushed. “We just gotta find Jungkook. Where do you think they went?”

Taehyung was silent for a second, not immediately answering. Just taking the time to think about it. His mind was still focused on the fact that Jungkook had gotten taken from him. He was so pissed.

“Taehyung, please. I really need you to think right now,” Jimin pushed, an irritated tone to his voice. Never in a million years would he talk to one of them that way, but it was obvious that Taehyung wasn’t thinking of anything other than the fact that he didn’t protect Jungkook. But if they didn’t do something now then Jungkook could be injured too… or worse.

“Alright, look,” Taehyung began. “Like I said, I have no idea who they were. But I haven’t seen them around here before. So they most likely are going to take the quickest route to get out of here since they don’t know this alleyway like we do so follow me. They couldn’t have gone too far yet. If we hurry, we might be able to catch them before they get too far.” Taehyung started to struggle to stand on his own, without the support of Jimin, but that proved to be difficult as he hissed almost too loudly at the sudden surge of pain in his side as he moved.

Despite that, Taehyung successfully stood on his own and was moving down the alleyway as fast as he could. With the gun still firmly pressed into his palm, Jimin followed close behind Taehyung on high alert.

So many turns. So many corners in this stupid alleyway. And to Jimin, every ing corner they rounded looked the exact same as the one before. All Jimin wanted to do was shout Jungkook’s name. But Taehyung seemed confident in what he was doing. But he definitely wasn’t sure if that was a facade or not.

Jimin’s mind was drifting off- like it usually did in stressful situations-when Taehyung abruptly stopped in front of him and raised his gun. Shocked and honestly confused by the suddenness of it all, Jimin still managed to raise his gun and focus in on the situation at hand. And that’s when he heard what Taehyung must’ve heard. Shuffling and then some gasps for breath. A struggle of some sort before there was a gruff voice whispering, “Go to sleep, you little brat. Die. I wanted to keep you alive, but no. You kept fighting.”

Little brat? Was he talking to Jungkook?

Jimin listened more intently, holding his breath. Judging by the couple of deep breaths, there was more than just two people there. There were more.

Another harsh gasp from around the corner and more shuffling. Whoever it was, was most definitely being strangled and kicking around in this struggle.

Was that Jungkook?

They needed to act. Hurry. Now. Do something right ing now before they killed him. It had to be Jungkook. Jimin was practically shaking. He looked to Taehyung and with just that simple look of seriousness- just a split second glance- Jimin knew what he needed to do.

Taehyung wanted him to take out the main guy. One well aimed gunshot could do the trick. Okay, he could do that.

Even with his wound, Taehyung rounded the corner with a fluid, celerity, pistol whipping the first guy he laid his eyes on. Adjusting to the scene, it was exactly what they had initially thought. There were two men and one woman standing around while one man had his arm firmly clasped around Jungkook’s throat. Jungkook tried with all of his might to claw the man’s arm away or sink his nails hard enough into any part of the man’s body to get his strength to falter but nothing worked. In fact, with all of his struggling, the grip on his neck just seemed to get tighter. At that point, Jungkook had tears lining his eyes as he gasped for some type of air. Jungkook was just this close from giving up hope of survival.

But that hope sparked again when Taehyung and Jimin showed up. The single second of shock that passed through all of them when Jimin and Taehyung made an appearance was just enough time to Taehyung the upper hand on the two men and the woman. A single whip of his pistol across one of the burley men’s face. A roundhouse kick and a few punches to the other man’s face. Then there was the woman left. Taehyung didn’t hit woman by any means. He could never put his hands on a woman. If his pathetic parents taught him one thing, it was that. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t shoot a woman if the circumstances called for it.

So when Jimin shot his gun, the woman faltered once again at the abruptness of the piercing sound of a gun going off. Just that one, measly reflex, thanks to the woman’s brain, got her life taken as Taehyung raised his gun, aiming straight for her chest- he only wanted to have to shoot the woman once- and pulled the trigger. Watching her body fall was his favorite part.

 

While Taehyung fought, Jimin rounded the corner and raised his gun as soon as he realized who the ring leader was. This man with his arm around Jungkook’s throat.

Time slowed down. Jimin had a job. He knew what he had to do and he knew that he could easily do it. Put a bullet in this man’s head before he strangled Jungkook to death but…

Could he kill someone? He knew that he would have to kill someone while he was here. No doubt that Jimin would have to kill more people, and possibly in even more gruesome ways than just putting a bullet in their skull. But Jimin had to live with this. This guilt of taking someone’s life. No matter what this man did, he was a son of someone. Possibly a husband and maybe even a father. Could Jimin really handle that responsibility?

“Victory. Bring home success, Jiminie” His brothers said. He wanted to make them proud.

“Brothers, Jiminie. Brothers trust each other,” Jungkook and Taehyung said. He wanted them to trust him. He wanted to be praised and told that he had done a good job. Be considered a brother.

That. That’s what pushed him. One deep breath before he aimed directly for this man’s head, who was desperately trying to finish the job before Taehyung finished fighting the others. Jimin wondered if this man even noticed him from back here. But he didn’t care if he did or didn’t because it no longer mattered as Jimin pulled the trigger. He reveled in the feeling of recoil as the man jerked and dropped back. As soon as the man dropped dead, the woman did too, her delicate frame collapsing to the ground from a bullet to the chest delivered by Taehyung.

Taehyung rushed to Jungkook’s side as he coughed and gasped for dear life, his body calming down from almost dying. Jimin would’ve rushed too, but he was still drowning in his thoughts. He’d just killed a man.

“Kookie, are you okay?” Taehyung asked but the only response he was given was a few more harsh coughs as he attempted to kneel but failed. Taehyung panted frantically as he kneeled and pulled Jungkook into his chest. “I thought they had killed you. I swear that’ll never happen to you again. I'm gonna protect you.”

“S-s-stop…” Jungkook tried, a strident roughness to his voice. “S-stop… acting like… I-I can’t...” Another fit of coughing. “Protect myself… You don’t… need to protect me, Tae.”

Taehyung scoffed at Jungkook before he looked to Jimin who was just standing over them, waiting. But Taehyung looked at him- his black eye and busted lip showing proudly. Jimin didn’t know what to think of it, so he just looked back before remembering Jin’s words.

“I saw Seokjin inside of the club,” Jimin blurted, kneeling down to get closer to the both of them. Yeah, they’d gotten Jungkook back but they needed to get the out of here. His mind drifted backward again. He’d killed someone…

“Jin’s here?” Jungkook asked with a worried furrow of his brow, seemingly forgetting about his own problem. “Why? Those es could’ve gotten to him too!” Jungkook hissed. “We have to go back!”

“Jin specifically told me to get you guys out of here when I found you. He said go back to the penthouse and tell Namjoon about a code blue or something,” Jimin supplied.

“Well you guys go back to the penthouse,” Jungkook said in a barely audible voice that was incredibly scratchy but determined. “I’m not leaving Seokjin here. I refuse.”

Jimin was ready to protest, but Taehyung spoke first. “I know there is no changing your mind about this… so fine. You go back to the club with Seokjin. Jimin and I will go back to the penthouse and get Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok updated on the situation as a whole. Alright?” Taehyung looked to Jimin, who absentmindedly nodded.

The three of them stood, Taehyung noticeably wincing at the wound as the adrenaline racing through his veins wore off and he was met with more pain. “You’re injured,” Jungkook said. “Get to the house quickly. Hurry up. And please be careful, Tae." He whispered the last part. Jungkook looked to Jimin, instantly seeing right through him. With no more words, Jungkook pat Jimin’s shoulder twice before squeezing lightly. Then he was off in the direction which he and Taehyung came without looking back at them.

“Alright, Jimin. Follow me back to the car.”

Jimin’s mind couldn’t even think of any words, let alone make a complete sentence, so he just nodded. His mind was focused on so many different things at once that Jimin felt his head could explode. Honestly though, he would really like for his head to explode.

Jimin didn’t even register the fact that they were walking at all until there was a flash of headlights from Taehyung pressing a button to unlock the car doors. Jimin blinked a few times and swallowed the saliva that built up at the back of throat from his body momentarily short circuiting while walking here.

Luckily, the nausea and the need to hurl came before he got into the car.

Vomiting had never been so relieving for Jimin as he emptied everything in his stomach. Both food and the uneasiness all onto the ground of this alleyway where it’d always be infamous for where Jimin had killed his first person.

What an achievement. Jongin and Baekhyun would be so proud… Right?

The tears came right after the vomiting. When he’d entered the passenger seat of the car, Taehyung asked if he was okay and why he was crying. Jimin blamed it on the vomiting.