Los hermanos Min (en Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/6a2EDPr3rcb Park JiMin está huyendo de los errores que cometió... justo en los brazos de los hermanos Min. YoonGi. Suga y Agust no están buscando parejas. Están buscando una pareja. Una pareja para compartir sus vidas y sus camas. No quieren una aventura, quieren una persona que les cumplan, y, están perdiendo la esperanza de encontrarla. Eso es hasta que…
Author’s note: I had this all written out months ago. I was just too lazy to type it out until now.
Trigger warning: Rape, murder and suicide
Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin and Taehyung x Jungkook (mentioned)
Hoseok and Jin sat around the television. They were worried when Namjoon didn’t come home at his usual time. They were supposed to go over their game plan for the next pickup.
“Where do you think he is?” Jin asked, folding his hands together and resting his chin on them.
They remembered when they walked in on Namjoon the first time. A woman laid below him, struggling to break free with a few bruises on her face. Namjoon looked absolutely terrified with his pants bunched around his ankles. The woman looked so relieved to see the two, but then Hoseok approached the two with a disturbing smirk.
“If you want her to stop struggling you have to do this.” Hoseok wrapped his long fingers around the girl’s neck. He squeezed until the girl passed out and her body relaxed. After Namjoon was finished the other two took their turns. But it was Jin that handled the clean up and dropped the girl off somewhere where they could be found and helped.
Their television show was interrupted by the news breaking in. An officer with mint green hair appeared on the screen.
“Thank you to all the news channel for getting here quickly.” Yoongi began. “In recent months our fair city and its daughters have been under attack by a serial rapist and murderer.”
“Murderer?” Hoseok questioned turning towards Jin whose eyes had darkened.
“We have a suspect, a Kim Namjoon, in custody. We, however, do not believe he has acted alone in these atrocities. Mr. Kim has been more than helpful in lending us a hand in this case.”
“Are you saying that he’s cooperating?” A reporter asked.
“Yes, that is what I’m saying. Rest assured we will bring these men to justice.”
Jin clicked the television off and ran his hands over his face. “We have a problem.”
“Yea, its called murder.” Hoseok shouted, “When you said you’d take care of those girls we never meant for you to kill them.”
“Oh but raping them is okay?” Jin countered, his tone stinging.
Hoseok shut his mouth, his lips twisted in thought, “We can’t let Joonie take the fall for this.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who will go away for murder.” Jin whined.
“That isn’t my fault, hyung. We need to go help Joonie. He wouldn’t let us take the fall.” Hoseok argued, already heading towards the door. He turned around to see if Jin was following, but he wasn’t.
This irritated Hoseok further, “Seriously? After everything we’ve been through. After all the things Namjoon did for you. You’re just gonna ignore him?”
When Hoseok’s words didn’t budge Jin. He rolled his eyes and slammed the door behind him.
::~::
Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung hung around the bull pin while they re-watched the press conference.
“Do you think it’ll work?” Jimin asked.
“We’ll just have to wait and see.” Taehyung answered, hoping his plan would work.
Jimin eyes their hyung. He was leaning against a desk, arms crossed over his chest and a leg bouncing nervously. Or impatiently. Just as they were about to get coffee and come up with a Plan B in case Plan A didn’t work. A man started yelling, grabbing their attention.
“My name is Jung Hoseok. I’m friends with Namjoon. I demand to speak with the officer from the conference.” Hoseok shouted.
“I’m right here. How can I help you?” Sauntered over, his body and mind on high alert.
Hoseok approached him cautiously, “Namjoon, Jin and I we...we did those things to those girls. But Namjoon and I we didn’t kill them. We had no idea.”
Yoongi held his hand up and grabbed his handcuffs with the other. “I’m placing you under arrest.”
The door to Namjoon’s interrogation room opened. He turned to see Hoseok with his hands behind his back. Yoongi and Taehyung were behind him.
“Hyung!” Namjoon shouted in surprise.
“I’m so sorry Joonie. I didn’t know about Jin did.” Hoseok practically crying, afraid Namjoon would be angry with him.
“I didn’t know either. I didn’t think he was capable of it.” Namjoon said honestly, gripping Hoseok’s thin shoulder.
“Yes you’re all horrible people.” Yoongi interrupted sarcastically. “Where is your friend Jin?”
“I left him at our apartment.” Hoseok replied, “I tried to get him to come with me, but he wouldn’t.”
“Where’s your apartment?” Taehyung asked.
Hoseok gave the detectives their address and Namjoon told them Jin’s other hang outs. The two were separate into cells with a watchful eye. They prayed that Jin wouldn’t do anything reckless, but they felt like they didn’t know him anymore. It was hard to believe that their pink loving, apron wearing, voice of an angel had it in him to kill.
“Do you think he’ll go quietly?” Hoseok asked, his slim arms sliding through the bars.
“Honestly? I don’t know.” Namjoon replied. “I saw what he did hyung. It was awful. Those girls they...didn’t look human.”
::~::
“Kim Seokjin this is Detective Min. We have a few questions for you.” Yoongi shouted, but no one answered. He nodded towards Jimin and Taehyung, who readied their guns. Jimin kicked down the door, the three rushed in--their guns pointed in every direction. They searched the whole apartment, all three ending up at the same spot.
Taehyung opened the door when Yoongi gave him the order. Taehyung immediately looked away while Jimin called for the medic and Yoongi approached Jin. He was slumped against the wall. Blood painted his clothes, the floor and the wall. Chunks of skin littered the wall above..
“Tell them that they’ll just need a body bag. He’s not coming back from this.” Yoongi said.
“Yoongi over here.” Taehyung called him over to a desk.
The mint haired officer quickly read the parchment. “He confessed to everything. Even the idea to raping the victims. He threatened Namjoon and Hoseok that if they didn’t that he would kill them. Even drugged the two.”
“He gave them a way out.” Jimin said, rolling his eyes.
“We can’t let that happen.” Taehyung said as a matter as fact.
“It won’t.”
::~:
“Okay so let me get this straight.” Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose. “You won’t sentence them to serve time in jail, but in a rehab facility?”
“Yes that is correct.” The judge nodded.
“I’m sorry sir, but are you fucking kidding me? These assholes raped and tortured at least seven girls. They deserve more than a few years in a white room and a straight-jacket. The victim’s family deserve justice and closure.”
“I hear you Detective Min, but Mr. Jung and Mr. Kim have shown remorse and they’ve corroborated with you and your team. I had a specialist interview them and he believes that they can be fixed.”
“I don’t fucking believe this.” Yoongi muttered harshly. “Then you can tell the victim’s families. Because I absolutely refused to tell them that their daughters won’t get to see justice.” Yoongi slammed the door, causing pictures and hanging lights to shake.
“You couldn’t get him to change his mind?” Jimin asked when Yoongi plopped down beside him.
Yoongi raked his hands over his face and into his hair--moaning loudly. “He’s a fucking moron.”
“Yes he is but at least--”
“Don’t say it.” Yoongi interrupted, “It won’t make this better.”
Jimin sighed, wrapped an arm around Yoongi’s shoulders--his hand playing in the older’s soft hair. He saw the tears beginning to sting his eyes.
“Shh.” Jimin cooed, scooting closer to Yoongi, pulling him into his chest. He soothingly played with his hair and kissed his temple. “I know love. It’s okay.”
Yoongi was a full on mess now, crying his eyes out. He clung to Jimin like his life depended on it. Every case always took its toll, but this one really did a number on him.
“I’ve got you Suga.” Jimin said reassuring, “I’ll always have you.”
Author’s note: I thought ending this horrible story with some fluff would make people happy.
