"Yoongi, we have a hostage in Gangnam-gu. No reports on the the man, but the hostage is (L/n) (Y/n)," another officer, taller than the small officer, ran to catch up with his partner. "Can you inform the others when you see them?"

     "Sure, Seokjin, but I-"

     "Hyungs! There's been an update! The man keeping that girl hostage is now hanging her from a building!" The youngest of the slightly large group ran down the hall with his partner, almost slipping into the two elders.

      "Come on, Yoongi! We have to go. Go find Jimin and Hoseok and I'll go look for Namjoon," Seokjin pushed away from his dongsaengs, running across the police department screaming out his partner's name.

      Yoongi heaved a sigh of annoyance and turned heels and ran the other way, "Jimin! Hoseok!"

      "What do we do?" Taehyung asked, looking down each side of the hall. You could still slightly see Yoongi until he turned at the end of the hall.

     "You go with Yoongi hyung and I'll go help Seokjin hyung," Jungkook smirked, already running off.

     "Ya! Not fair! Why do you put me with that cranky bastard? Ya!" Taehyung called after the younger, then rolled his eyes and sprinted down the hall towards where Yoongi disappeared.

      ~

   "Sir! Please don't do this," Namjoon called through a megaphone.

    The man called back, but he was too high up to hear, and pushed you closer to the edge. You shook your head and tried to grab something, anything, but it was impossible with how your arms were tied behind your back.

     "Yoongi, Jimin and Jungkook, sneak up there. We'll try to buy you time to get her," Namjoon ordered. The three nodded, grabbing some simple pistols, and stalked into the building. The man was so caught up with trying to get you to stop screaming that he didn't notice the three men were missing until there were three guns pointed at them, with Yoongi's gun actually digging into his skull.

      "Sir, let the girl go," Yoongi's deep voice breathed into his ear calmly.

     "She late on her paycheck," the man growled, pushing you further over the railing, making you scream into the gag. The ground was dizzying to see, it spun under you with police lights blinking up; red and blue, red and blue.

     "Sir. I will tell you one more time. Put the girl down," Yoongi hissed through clenched teeth. In the speed of light, the man pushed you over the ledge and brought a knife out, slashing Yoongi in the side. In surprise and pain, the trigger was pulled. After the man had been shot in the arm on accident, Yoongi stumbled back into Jungkook's arms. The man groaned, but couldn't get up.

         You screamed more, a mere rope holding you by your wrists. It bent your arms at a painfully weird angle and was digging into them. The rope was tied to the guy's ankle on accident and he was the only thing anchoring you.

      "Jiminie, go get her," Yoongi ordered weakly.

     "But hyung, you're hurt-" Jimin started, worry shining in his eyes.

    "Fucking go! Or this whole thing would've been a waste!" The elder ordered, hissing in pain when he tried to move, "or I'll go get her myself."

    Jimin looked hesitant, but decided and raced to the edge, grabbing the rope and hoisting you up. The man knew what he was doing and went to cut his ankle, or maybe cut the rope, but in a instant, Yoongi's gun was back on his head.

     "Got her, hyungs!" Jimin finally was able to get you back on the ground.

     "Oh great, now I'm dead," the man groaned, trying to get up again.

    "Hm?" Jimin looked at him, confusion written all over his face.

    "My boss told me to kill her, or at least scare her into giving us the money," the man groaned again.

     Yoongi didn't really care at that point, black dancing in his eyes as his arm lowered, the gun falling out of his hand weakly.

    "Get Yoongi back to the others. I'll untie Ms. (Y/n)," Jimin ordered Jungkook. The tall officer didn't argue as he nodded, holding the paler and smaller officer in his arms as he rushed down the stairs.

     "We'll question you later sir, now you have the right to remain silent," Jimin stuffed the gag in his mouth right after he got up out of your mouth. The man scrunched up his face in disgust, but couldn't do anything about it.
 
     "Thank you," you couldn't look up or even stand, the image of your life flashing before your eyes replaying in your head. 

     "It's our job," Jimin smiled gently, helping you stand back on your feet. It took you a moment to regain your balance, since stand up felt slightly unnatural and made you want to get sick. 

     "gmpph mphh mmm!" The moan glared, trying to stand back up also. Jimin rolled his eyes, yanked the man back on his feet. The man chuckled a slobbery thanks through his gag and went to take it off. The red haired officer slapped the man's hand, grabbed some handcuffs, and latched the man's hands in the metal bands. "MMMFBAFTARB!" 

       "Shall we?" Jimin joked, holding an arm out for you in case you trip or get dizzy. Giggling shallowly, you grabbed his arm and the stair's railing. Jimin yanked the man along down all the stairs, forcefully yanking him down when he got too slow or stopped following.

       "Hyungs? Where is Yoongi hyung and Seokjin hyung? Jimin almost let the man go, but tightened his grip when he noticed how loose it'd become. 

       "In the ambulance. They should be at the hospital by now," Namjoon leaned on his police car, stress taking over. "Why can't we have a normal situation, like someone robbed a bank or something. Why does it always have to be some crazy asshole trying to kill someone."

       "I guess that's just how life is," Hoseok sighed, not sunshine-y anymore. It was serious. Yoongi had lost so much blood by the time they had gotten him in the ambulance. 

       "It's all his fault," Taehyung growled, going up to the man and knocking him out.

      "Tae, calm down. Be the more mature one," Namjoon scolded the younger, grabbing the slightly shorter officer and held him in his arms. 

      "Hyung would be okay if this idiot didn't try to kill this poor lady!" Taehyung squirmed in Namjoon's arms. The man feared for his life even more. It was bad enough his own gang was going to murder him, but now a whole gang of police officers want him dead? Where did his life turn so badly. It actually made him feel bad when he noticed tears streaming down the struggling offer's face. 

       "I-I'm sorry," you whispered, feeling like collapsing again, except Jimin noticed and helped you find your balance. 

       "It's not your fault, ma'am," Jungkook looked down at you. Taehyung had stopped screaming and struggling, only sobbing quietly in Namjoon's arms. 

      "B-but it is... if only I had enough money to pay that man back... your officer friend wouldn't be hurt," your legs felt like jelly, and the only thing giving you support was Jimin. 

       "It's not your fault, I assure you. The man who wanted your money was just being greedy," Jungkook reassured, wiping your tear streaked cheeks with his thumbs. 

        "When we get this man to the department, we'll go visit hyung, okay?" Jungkook looked over at Jimin who nodded. 

        "I-I wanted to see him too,"  you shivered. "I want to tell him thank you."

      "Hyung!" Jungkook called Namjoon over- who was still holding Taehyung- as Hoseok was shoving the man in one of the police cars. 

       "Jungkook?" Namjoon asked. "Is this (Y/n)?"

      "Yeah, and she wants to go see Yoongi hyung and say her thanks," Jungkook definitely noticed how quiet Taehyung was. Opposite of his bubbly self. 

       "She can go. Hoseok and I are going to drop this ass off, you guys can go up there and we'll see you in a bit," Namjoon nodded, heading towards one of the police cars. 

        When they left, everyone else loaded their own cars. Jungkook drove his and Taehyung's vehicle. Taehyung drove Hoseok's. Jimin drove his and Yoongi's while you sat in the passenger seat. It was agonizing to drive there. Everyone was anxious, hoping that their hyung didn't loose too much blood. 

         When they had gotten to the hospital, everyone ran. Jungkook had previously texted Seokjin, asking which room Yoongi was in. So they ignored the nurses, sprinted towards the room. 

        "Are we too late?" Taehyung burst through the door, earning a groan from the blonde officer who was still drowsy from the drugs they used on him. 

        "No, but you're loud," Seokjin commented. The room had been so quiet until the sound of hundreds of boots stomping rang through. 

       "Sorry," Jimin bowed to Seokjin in apology. "Oh, and hyungs, this is (Y/n). She wanted to say thanks to Yoongi hyung."

      You nervous walked to the front, trying not to stare at Yoongi's bare chest. It was the same milky white color as the rest of him. There was no hair, but there was bandage all around his stomach with red- where the cut was- bleeding through.

      "T-thank you... I wish you'd never had gotten hurt, but thank you. I'm very grateful," you met his dark eyes. Not even the makeup had been smudged. He wasn't crying? Wouldn't he be in a lot of pain?

       "It's my job," he shrugged, wincing slightly. 

       "Why was that guy trying to kill you anyways? What was it that you did to him that made him want to kill you?" Seokjin asked, taking your attention away in a snap.

        "It's not him that wanted to kill me. It's his 'boss' that wants me," you looked down at your torn clothes with a pout. They weren't expensive, but they were nice. "It was a deal my father made. He tried to sell me to a gang when I was twelve and the only way to keep my body mine was to pay them. My mom tried to pay off everything, but she went bankrupt. I was given ten years to gather 2,000,000,000 won or I would have to give up my body," you winced, lowering you head even more, "I told them I'd rather die, so they arranged for me to die instead." It felt nice letting that all out, especially to five police officers. It wasn't easy at first, but everything poured out in the end. 

      "Why didn't they just shoot you or stab you?" Yoongi asked bluntly. 

     "Because they wanted to scare me. I used to get beat by my father, so knifes didn't scare me. Next, those guys have pointed guns at me for ten years. It wasn't scary anymore. But I'm scared of heights," you met the officer's gaze confidently now. "And they wanted to rouse the police department. No matter what they did, you guys would've found out anyways."

       "Why?" Seokjin asked and you shrugged, "to annoy you. Plus, they think that you're just going to check me for injuries before releasing me back out to the world."

       "You could stay here in the hospital room with Yoongi hyung," Jimin piped up. "They wouldn' expect you to be with him, and if they are following you, we can have one of us stay with you and him."

       "You don't trust me to protect an innocent bystander?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

     "Hyung, you're hurt," Jungkook reminded him calmly. "It'd be really bad if you reopened your wound."

      "Don't baby me. I can still kick ass," Yoongi scowled.

       "Language," Seokjin snapped, getting a harsh glare from Yoongi. 

      "I don't really think-"

       "We don't care if you stay with hyung, and he won't care as long as you don't wake him up," Taehyung was back to his old self, smiling widely. 

       "Ya! Don't I get a say?" Yoongi argued. 

        "Nope," a deep voice stood out from the others. It was amused, and it was Namjoon.

        "Just because you're leader doesn't give you the right to be any less respectful. You're still younger than me," Yoongi hissed.

        "Just let her stay with you," Hoseok butted in with a sigh. "It's our job to protect our citizens."

        "Fine," Yoongi rolled his eyes, "just don't be loud or I'll drop kick you into next week."

        You nodded, feeling bubbly and safe for once. You hadn't felt safe or relaxed since you were eleven, and it was a nice feeling. "Thank you."