"Where are we going?"

The words are a slight whisper slithering from between your lips, quiet to the point of almost being inaudible as you work to not wake up Jungkook.

You've been driving for quite a while.

To pass the time and distract you from the beautiful man snoring faintly in your lap, you tried for a while to count the seconds, adding them up in your head to minutes.

You got to around fifteen minutes before your gave up, mentally exhausted and somehow even more bored than before.

"Somewhere safe," Yoongi intones from the front seat. "We can't stay at the house, and they've probably got BB's under surveillance too."

You see his dark, intense eyes glance back at you and Jungkook in he rear view mirror, radiating stability and calm from beneath the black fringe of his hair. "Plus, I don't think Jungkookie can take any more action today. He needs to rest."

Said assassin mumbles lightly in his sleep. His hand slips up and rests under his head, cupping the curve of your thigh.

"How much longer?" you sigh. "My leg is starting to fall asleep from the weight of his massive head."

A small snort of laughter bursts from Taehyung, and he turns around in his seat to look at you. "You guys are adorable. The perfect couple."

"Couple?" You scoff indignantly, like he's just suggested that you drag Jungkook into marriage. "Yeah right. I'm pretty sure penguins will be waddling around in Hell before we become a couple."

Taehyung laughs again, the tone a little mocking, and withdraws back to his place in the front seat to leave you be.

The four of you drive for a little longer, edging into what seems like a suburban area with neatly kept houses squished side-by-side. It's a medium-sized house that Yoongi pulls the car into, a nondescript one with a screen door and a few potted plants littering the entryway. The outside walls are a dull grey color, the structure completely un-unique.

Everything about this house is made to look normal and boring; unnoticeable.

"Here we are," Yoongi grunts, uncoupling his seatbelt. "The others will be her after they...clean up a little."

Oh, yeah. You suppose someone is going to have to dispose of the bodies. You wrinkle your nose at the mental picture of Jimin, Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok hauling the corpses into a hiding place.

A shiver wracks your spine.

"Help me get him out, Tae," murmurs the older man, hopping out of the vehicle. As Taehyung follows suit, you let your eyes fall on the man using you as a personal pillow.

"Wakey wakey," you say flatly, doing your utmost best to not let any sigh of your secretly flustered state show. Gently but firmly, you pat your hand against Jungkook's cheek. "We're here, gimpy."

He doesn't even budge.

The heck?

Taehyung yanks open the door and sees your failing attempts at waking up the giant on your legs.

"Sorry," he says. "He wouldn't wake up if a nuclear war was going on. We might have to carry him in."

"Oh good grief." Yoongi shiver Taehyung out of the space, shouldering his way into the car. "I'll do it. Jin hyung taught me a trick." His pale fingers shoot out and clasp around Jungkook's...

Nipples?

Staring down at his actions with an unreadable face, you say blankly, "What in the ever loving heck are you doing?"

Yoongi's fingers twist.

Like magic, Jungkook's eyes pop wide open, then immediately narrow into a sleepy glare. "Hyung," he groans, "-why would you betray me like this?"

Shrugging, Yoongi gently pats his leg and backs up from the car door. "We need to go inside, Kook. Come on."

Gingerly, Jungkook sits up, barely even acknowledging that he was using you as a personal pillow as he peers out the window with bleary eyes.

"Sleep," he mumbles like a zombie.

You, on the other hand, are still stuck on the fact that he'll only wake up when someone punches his nipples.

No one else thinks that's weird.

How is that not weird?!

"Y/N?" Taehyung calls. "You coming in?"

Glancing up, you realize that your thoughts have been so consumed by the odd notion that everyone else has already stumbled their way to the front door of the drab house.

You hop out of the car and follow the lanky silver-haired man up the driveway, pausing behind Yoongi as he simultaneously tries to hold Jungkook up and unlock the door.

Taking the burden of he man's heavy weight on himself, Taehyung pats Jungkook's ribs and grimaces at his spaced-out expression. "He looks high."

"He looks normal to me," you respond. "Stupid and oblivious, with a dash of clueless thrown in."

Jungkook wakes up enough to send you a scathing look through half-lidded eyes. His black hair falls in the way, brushing the top of the silky black ink on his cheek.

"I know that look," says Taehyung. "If he wasn't a lifeless shell right now, you'd probably have a broken jaw or something."

"Or something," Jungkook mumbles, with dark and hot eyes.

You stick out your tongue.

Inside, the house is a lot nicer than the outside appears. It's only one floor, nothing compared to the veritable mansion you've just left coated in blood and shampoo.

The floors are hardwood, carpets spread to give warmth to the living room and hallways. A small kitchen is perched just off of the living room, while hallway across from it leads to what you assume are the bedrooms.

It's sweet. This is what you imagine a nice family home to look like; small yet roomy, encased in a sense of comfort and coziness without any effort.

Although, there aren't any personal touches. No pictures on the walls, no items or decorations that make a house a home.

It's like a blank slate that has the potential of warmth, but hasn't quite reached it yet.

Taehyung and Yoongi support Jungkook as he limps into the house, immediately headed down the hall for one of the bedrooms.

You start to go into the living room, but stop when Yoongi's authoritative voice rings out. "Nuh uh, Y/N. Come back here."

As always when Yoongi gives a command, you follow his words immediately. Following the sound of their movements, you trod down the hallway and find yourself in the back bedroom.

It's similar in here to Jungkook's room back at the mansion; simple, with dark colors and gaming equipment.

They've plopped the youngest member down on the bed, where he's once again passed out due to his body's weakness and exhaustion. His lip rings gleam in the low light of the room, rounding the curve of his bottom lip that hangs open in his sleep.

He's so tired, and it shows on the gaunt draw of his face.

"Do you need something?" you ask quietly, even though you now know that Jungkook won't wake up unless someone goes after the little nubs on his chest.

Yoongi's hands are still clasped around the car keys, his fingers fiddling with the silver key ring. "We're going again."

"Going?" you parrot in surprise. "You're leaving."

Taehyung nods, just brushing Jungkook's shoulder with his fingers, as if reluctant to leave the youngest so vulnerable when he's injured. "The others are waiting on us. We have some things to take care of."

Blanching slightly, you try not to imagine what the word "things" entails to a group of men who kill for a living. Sighing, you glance over when Jungkook let's out a tiny snore and rolls onto his side.

"What do I need to do?" You ask, already knowing that they have some sort of intention for you. After all, Yoongi called you back here for one thing.

Again, Yoongi's fingers tap against the keys in his hand. His black brows are furrowed low over his deep-set, chocolate eyes. "You have some things to take care of as well," he says in his deep voice. "One thing, in particular."

The way he says that, it sounds like he expects the answer to be obvious to you.

It isn't.

"What is that?" you inquire curiously. "You want me to build a bonfire for the bodies? Scrubs the bloodstains out of the carpet?"

A slight smirk tilts up the side of Yoongi's thin mouth, and Taehyung laughs.

"None of the above," says Yoongi. He tilts his head toward the passed-out man on the bed. "Stay here, and watch after the guy you threw out of a tree."

You recoil in offense. "First of all, I didn't throw him out. He jumped. And second, why do I have to take care of him?! I'm not exactly a nurse! What if I hurt him?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes and starts toward the door, Taehyung following close on his heels. As he walks, he speaks to you. "It's easy. Just change his bandages once a day, make sure he drinks lots of liquids and stays hydrated. Make sure he eats well."

Stopping in the middle of the hallway, the black-haired man spins around and pierces you with an intense look. "Take care of the mess you made, Y/N," he says. "You wanted to learn how the real world works? Well here it is. Every injury Jungkook has is because you were involved. So take responsibility, and take care of him until he's better."

You can't answer. Your throat is clogged with a sudden mixture of burning humiliation, anger, and shame.

Is that true?

You've been raised with a silver spoon in your mouth, and you don't know how to take responsibility for the things you've done?

Thinking back to everything, how you've simply run off and left Jisoo to deal with the ramifications of your escape, and the way you've just run away from anything that hasn't gone your way...

Do you know how to take responsibility?

"I guess you're right," you whisper thickly. You withdraw to the dark hallway, watching the two men prepare to leave.

Taehyung glances back at you with gentle eyes, sparing you a warm smile in the wake of Yoongi's harsh reprimand. "Make him better," he whispers in his rough timbre. "We believe in you. We'll be back soon."

Yoongi also looks at you one more time, a challenge and expectation in his eyes, then in a second and a half, the men are gone without a trace.

You're left alone with the weight of your responsibility snoozing unconscious in the back room.

[A/N]
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BLOOD INK IS COMING TRUE

JUST LOOK AT THAT LIP RING 😭😭
Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed. Happy comeback season!
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