Jennie jumped as the door slammed and heavy steps found their way to the basement. She sat in pajama shorts and an oversized tee (that she assumed was Yoongi's), legs criss-crossed on the couch.

Glasses in the fridge rattled as Yoongi ranked it open. Jennie watched as he pulled out two beers and popped the tops off both. One fell to the floor, singing a song of loss until it quit turning. Yoongi left it, not bothering to throw away the caps.

Jennie bit her lip nervously.

Yoongi walked over the the couch and plopped down, handing Jennie a beer that she took tentatively, not wanting to set Yoongi off. Jennie took a sip of beer and tried to not make a face. She never liked the taste of beer, but Yoongi was watching her carefully, so she continued to drink it. The last thing Jennie wanted to do was piss a mafia boss off even farther.

He broke the silence.

"I'm sorry for what happened up there. I—" He let out a sigh, rubbing an eye with his free hand. "I wasn't expecting Namjoon to lash out like that."

Jennie ignored his apology and went straight to her questions. "What did he mean when he said my parents don't know I'm gone? Is anyone even looking for me?" She tried to keep voice steady, but a tremble of anger and despair crept into her tone.

Yoongi sighed again, taking a long drink. He took his time swallowing, savoring the beverage in a clear avoidance of her questions. It was then that Jennie noticed his injuries: the cut on his brow, dried blood under his nose, busted lips.

"Yoongi," she pressed.

"I don't wanna talk about it, Jennie. Just let me think," he said, the bite in his tone softening as he spoke her name. Jennie's eyebrows furrowed. She didn't want to upset him, considering what he was capable of, but she wanted answers more.

"I'm serious, Yoongi. What did he m—"

"And I'm serious too, goddamit!" he shouted, shoving up from the couch and storming away, throwing his bottle at the kitchen wall.

Glass shattered and beer dripped down the wall in slow, mournful streams. Jennie's hands shook and she tried to not drop her drink.

Yoongi heaved in heavy breaths, the shake of his shoulders concerning Jennie more than the blood on his temple. Was he crying?!

Yoongi fell to the floor, bringing his knees to his chest, head falling in his hands. Jennie set her beer gently on the coffee table, afraid to make a noise. She crept toward him, getting on her knees to kneel by him, biting her lip in worry as he flinched. Gods, what had happened to him?

Jennie tentatively wrapped her arms around his now-fragile frame. She became suddenly aware of how how big he made himself in front of the members, and how small he was now.

Yoongi tensed as she first touched him, shoulders tight and breathing hitched. But as Jennie sat next to him, an arm around his shoulders, Yoongi relaxed more. It felt like hours by the time he took a steady breath, black hair falling on her shoulder as he laid his head down on her.

Jennie matched her breathing naturally to his, staring at the glass on the floor, liquid sticking to the wall.

Yoongi didn't remember how he got on the basement couch, a blanket covering him. He winced as he sat up, pain from his fight with Namjoon still plaguing his condition.

He rubbed his eyes and saw Jennie step out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her body and twisted around her hair.

"You're up," she said neutrally. He hoped she wasn't upset with him, then his heart stopped. Why would he care what she thought? Things were getting way too messy.

"I cleaned up your mess from last night," Jennie continued, staring him down. "I will accept a decent meal as payment."

Yoongi couldn't decide whether she'd smiled at him or not before she disappeared into the small bedroom he'd set up for her. He climbed out of the blanket and stepped gingerly into the kitchen, afraid he'd find a shard of glass. As expected, though, Jennie had cleaned it up perfectly and told him the truth. He felt the weirdest twinge of guilt for all the lies he'd told her.

Yoongi grabbed a pad of paper and scribbled a message before tearing it off and leaving it taped to the fridge. His heart was too discombobulated and his mind was too foggy to talk to her. Yoongi couldn't risk saying the wrong thing.

He walked back upstairs, locking the basement door behind him. Yoongi walked over to a painting of an American farmhouse and pulled it off the wall, revealing a safe behind it. He typed in a code and opened it, revealing stacks of cash, diamonds, and guns.

Yoongi reached in and grabbed two guns, strapping them against his waist and hidden under his leather jacket. He counted the money: one billion, two billion, three billion, and stuffed the cash in a duffel bag.

Namjoon wanted a fight? He'd give him one. But first, he needed allies.

wow would you look at that. I UPDATED FOR ONCE! i'm sorry it's so short, but i was trying to spit something out and get back in the groove.

QOTC: are you in school? what's your favorite subject?

AOTC: i love chem!