"I'm—I don't know what you mean."

The six men stared Jennie down with unrelenting eyes. Taehyung now stood, his arms crossed defensively against his chest.

"I think you know exactly what we mean," another said. She recognized his voice as the loud and energetic one she'd heard earlier. Jennie wondered what she did to cause him such a change in mood. She felt no remorse.

Instead, she started to grow irritated, feeling out of the loop and, as stupid as seemed, excluded. Jennie was never excluded; she was the excluder. There was no other way to survive high school. Was that why the gang members were mad at her? Were they getting back at Jennie for what she did to Namjoon?

Huffing in frustration, Jennie mirrored Taehyung and crossed her arms. "My father is the Prime Minister, you know. The entire Republic is searching for me right now. Just you wait."

Jennie started to stand but Yoongi pushed her back into her seat with barely a touch of his hand. He didn't even look at her, but she could feel the anger rippling off him in waves. Or was it embarrassment? Jennie hoped she'd embarrassed him in front of all his friends; he deserved it.

The eldest—Jin, maybe?—smirked, sending shivers down Jennie's back.

"Are they?" he asked with a dark chuckle. "I don't think they even realize you're gone."

"Seokjin, I said that's enough," spat Yoongi, a cold blade of fury, striking down his enemies with no fear. "You six either tell her what she's here for or I'll drop every single one of your bombs and more." His eyes narrowed and each person, including Namjoon, shriveled in fear.

Jennie's stomach dropped. She didn't even realize her mouth was open until she started crying. What had Bangtan told her parents? Was she just wasting away in a random basement, her family assuming she was on vacation?

The silence was crippling, Jennie's sobs and sniffles the only noise. Minutes passed like that until Jennie started to calm down. Yoongi spoke first.

"Jennie, your father is in an obvious position of power," he said, voice flat. "I think our possession of you is a clear advantage point."

"I'm not some object for you to pass around!" Jennie screamed, tears choking her voice that shattered the room. "I'm a fucking person, Min Yoongi! I'm not leverage, or ransom, or a pawn for whatever sick shit you seven do!" Her breathing was heavy, gasping for air through her tears and screams. She stood again and this time Yoongi didn't stop her.

Jennie stormed away from them, looking to her right and seeing the front door. Her escape, a mere hundred feet from her. Maybe she could make it, maybe she could- She glanced back. Seokjin had already pulled his gun. Yoongi watched her with emotionless eyes.

They were all ready to kill her.

Tears choked up her throat but didn't spill down her face; should wouldn't let them. So Jennie turned on her heel and marched straight for the basement.

Yoongi hadn't expected an outburst from Jennie. She had been so quiet, so undemanding, that he'd started to think she might be comfortable where she was.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

He supposed it was about time for her to speak her mind; she was so keen on it before. It just sucked that she had to yell at him in front of his inferiors. He was the leader of Bangtan—whether Namjoon liked it or not—and he could only be seen as powerful to them. Never mind respect—Yoongi wanted to be feared.

"I know what it looks like," he started, but was quickly cut off.

"What it looks like?! Goddamn it Yoongi, you just let our captive scream at you and storm off!" Namjoon shouted. "Do you know how that makes you look? Makes all of us look?!" 

"Calm down, Namjoon," Jimin said under his breath, trying, like usual, to deflate the situation. Namjoon was obviously having none of it.

Yoongi balled his fists. He tried to relax, talk through it. Maybe count to ten?

One.

"No, I won't calm down, Jimin. Because you know what?" he whirled on Yoongi...

Two.

...marching toward him shaking a finger. "You put all of our lives in danger with your stupid plot."

Three.

"And now look where it's gotten u—"

Bones cracked. Blood sprayed. The sound of Yoongi's fist connecting with Namjoon's jaw reverberated throughout the room. Silence breathed around them, a deep gasp for air before exploding into chaos.

Namjoon punched back, connecting with Yoongi's cheekbone. Yoongi threw his hands at Namjoon in relentless combinations of rage. His knuckles were covered in blood, both his and Joon's.

Yoongi panted, dodging his opponent's blow and landing a kick to his stomach. Because that's what Namjoon was: an opponent. He was no friend, not even a foe. He was competition that Yoongi had been thirsting for ever since their gang left the streets and moved to organized crime. He was blood and sweat, and the only way he knew how to relax, to truly be himself. He was authentic in a fight, something he never was. He wondered what Jennie thought about that.

"Stop!"

Yoongi heard the voice somewhere in the back of his mind. He ignored it. He just kept swinging.

"You two are going to kill each other!"

His lungs were heavy. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't—

"STOP!"

They did. Namjoon and Yoongi stepped away from each other's heaving and injured bodies, glaring as members pulled them away.

"Now what the fuck do you think that was?!" Seokjin yelled, throwing his hands up in exasperation. He opened his mouth to speak but looked as if he couldn't. He pinched his nose bridge and walked away, shaking his head and mumbling informalities.

"I think we all need some time to ourselves," said Hoseok, cutting through the thick silence. "We can meet here in two days. Get our heads together until then."

Yoongi nodded curtly, turning around and marching to the basement door, slamming it on his way down.

hello hello lovely people! how is everyone doing? thank you so much for reading another chapter of Selfish. hopefully i can update every wednesday coming up, but i have a feeling it'll be every-other lol. anywho thank you vv much and see you next time!

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