You can't help it.

With the whole tense atmosphere of the situation, and all the emotions roiling around like steam in the air, the pair of arms snatching you around the waist draws out an undignified squawk.

"Pshkah- who is this?!"

You slap wildly at the arms, only withdrawing your attack when a familiar voice whines from behind you, "Ow! Y/N, it's just - ouch! - it's just me!"

You turn your head to peer over your shoulder, revealing a sheepish Jimin. He's dragging you backwards, away from the crowd of men who've gone totally still.

Blinking, you squint your eyes and see why.

As if they've appeared out of thin air, Jin and Yoongi are now on either side of Seoungmin, a gun grasped threateningly in each of their holds.

Their stealth amazes you. You didn't see them hiding, and never heard them approach.

The more you see these men at work, the scarier you realize they can be.

The group of men who are still in the kitchen begin to lunge forward at the threat to their leader's life, but at the first sign of movement, Yoongi whips around on them.

"One more move," growls the black-haired, satanic-spawned man. "I dare you."

Your father's men freeze in their track, tightened into a narrow target by the kitchen doorway.

Jin, on the other hand, doesn't move the focus of his weapon from Seoungmin. His face is set into a mask of cold, deadly beauty.

Namjoon has his hands up as he works to slowly, subtly edge away from Seoungmin's side.

Meanwhile, Jimin's dragging you around the side of the staircase, followed by a limping Jungkook and a frowning Taehyung.

"We're still going to the bathroom?" you mutter in disbelief when Jimin throws open the door.

Jimin's not really paying all that much attention to you, watching the standoff in the entryway with wary eyes. His fingers twitch on your waist, most likely itching to go for the double holstered guns at his own.

Heck, where did they pull all of these guns from?

"If Hoseok said to get in, then you're getting in," says the orange-headed assassin. He releases your waist, hands immediately moving to hover over his weapons. "Now would be good. They can't hold this forever."

You follow Jimin's instructions and duck inside the door. Your footsteps echo inside around the tile floor like the clopping trot of a horse's hooves.

Inside, Jungkook leans weakly against the counter.

All this activity directly after waking up is getting to be too much for his not fully healed body. His shoulders are beginning to take on that droopiness again.

Starting to close the door as he exits, Jimin pauses to take one last look at you. He notices, with an exasperated groan, the laughable lack of weapons among your motley crew.

"Here," says the slender man. "Take this."  He smoothly slides out one of his guns, thrusting the grip at Taehyung.

Taehyung, who stares at the gun like it's a venomous snake waiting to strike him.

You watch with utter bafflement as the silver-haired assassin reaches slowly for the gun. His long fingers are trembling like leaves in the midst of a hurricane, the tremors traveling up his arm and quaking softly in his broad chest.

After what seems like an eternity of slow progress, Taehyung's hands drop in defeat. "I...Jiminie, I can't."

Touch the gun. He can't touch the gun.

How the heck is he a mercenary assassin when he can't lay a finger on a gun?

Although a small glimpse of sadness streaks through the other's eyes, Jimin doesn't stop to coddle him.  "Fine. Y/N?" His gleaming brown eyes the to you, all seriousness. "Can you shoot?"

"Oh for the love of all things-" Jungkook shoves an arm out pass you, holding out his long-fingered, masculine hand in indication for the weapon. "Give it to me. I'm the best shot anyways."

"You're injured, Kook."

"Injured. Not dead." Jungkook snatches the gun from Jimin's hand, and retreats to the counter. His black eyes sparkle dully above his cheekbones, slashed on one side by that tiny telling cross. "Go on, hyung, they'll need your help once that standoff breaks."

With a slight nod, Jimin shuts the door and leaves the three of you inside.

An awkward silence fills the small space.

You try to break it.

"I can't believe they came for me." It's the first thing that you voice, the first thing that pops into your mind. You're just thinking out loud, trying to direct your mind away from the scary gun war about to rage at any second beyond the bathroom door. "I never thought...just why?"

Jungkook snorts. "It's obvious why. Your dad hired us to take out the hit on you, and then deliver you back to him. We got number one done; he obviously thinks we're taking a bit too long for number two."

From the side, Taehyung says, "Well, they had to come sooner or later. We had already decide not to give you back, Y/N."

When Jungkook looks at you, there's that same spark of softness in his gaze from before. He's different when he looks at you.

You have to know why.

"Didn't you want me to go back to them?" you whisper directly to the man with a matching tattoo. "Or not? I guess you wanted me dead first, right? Because you thought I was a spy."

You cave in your shoulders as you realize it; that must be why he defended you in there. He still thinks that you're a spy and have some sort of secret information on them.

Will he ever give that up?

But, to your shock, Jungkook shakes his head. "You're not a spy," he grumbles reluctantly. " I know that. I don't want you to go back, because...what you said earlier, in the hallway. It's true."

The hallway? You dig through your memory, trying to recall your the details of your fight with him outside of the guest room.

Goodness, how could a day ago feel like a year ago?

Seeing you struggle to remember, Jungkook decides to help you out.

"You asked me if I'd go back to the place I grew up in," he says. Pausing for a moment, his tongue flicks out to glance over one of the rings circling the fullness of his lower lip. "I wouldn't go back if it was my last chance at life. And I wouldn't want to condemn anyone else to that kind of life, either. You had a reason to run, and you weren't trying to snoop around or dig up information, so..."

He trails off, pausing for a second. Those black doe eyes flicker to the floor in an almost shy way. "Plus, you called them."

"What?" Called who?

You don't know what he's taking about.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook shifts uncomfortably, looking as if he's about to share his deepest, darkest secret. A soft snicker trickles in from the other corner of the room, causing the youngest to slash a glare at Taehyung.

He's embarrassed?

Is that even an emotion that Jeon Jungkook is capable of feeling?

"I was laying there, bleeding. You could've left me to die, but you didn't. You called them." And when he looks at you, there's a hint of admiration in those coal-colored eyes, as well as a speck of mellow warmth.

Oh.

For reasons unbeknownst to you, a fiery blush rushes up to cover your cheeks in bright, bright red. Your mind is racing at the new revelation and emotion that Jungkook's bombarding you with.

Change the subject, stupid.

"Why can't they force everyone out?" you say abruptly, coughing to ease the awkwardness. "They have all the bad guys held at gun point, right? Wouldn't it be easy to just have a gun on them until they're out the door?"

The question sends any hint of soft emotion in Jungkook flying into oblivion. His expression morphs into that of a person staring down a toddler who's just asked the most idiotic question known to man. "Did you see how many men your father sent to pick you up? The only reason Jin and Yoongi can hold them off at the moment is because they're all squeezed into the kitchen and can't get out more than two at a time! The second that those men get room to spread out, they've got two guys for every one of ours."

Grimacing in understanding, you ask, "Then what are they doing now?"

"Getting Namjoon hyung out." This comes from Taehyung, who's eyes are trained on the door. Quickly, he reaches over and flicks the lock, sealing the three of you into the bathroom. "As soon as Namjoon's out of Seoungmin's reach, they're all going to have to dive for cover. They can't hold those men there forever when they're outnumbered."

Then why aren't you out there helping them?

You want to ask the question badly to the silver-haired man across from you. He's not injured, and he's calm and collected now.

Why isn't he helping fight?

"We need to listen," states the center of your focus, running one hand through the long bangs of his pale hair. "As soon as they start firing, someone's going to try to get in."

Nodding in agreement, Jungkook says, "They'll try to break the door down."

Glancing between the three of you, the reality of the situation seems to settle in.

Three people; one gun; lost of enemies.

How are you going to defend yourselves?

At that moment, the burst of a single, silence-shattering gunshot sounds beyond the door.

You all hold your breath for a split second of forbidding silence; then the whole world collapses into the horrendous sound of a sea of bullets being fired.

"Get ready," Jungkook says amid the ear-wrenching cacophony of noise. "They're coming." 

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