Yoongi had forgotten about the debt collectors until they knocked on his door.

As soon as he had opened it, they had grabbed him, and towed him inside.

"Well, Min? Where is our cash? The boss is getting impatient."

Yoongi gulped, eyes darting around frantically.

One man sighed. "You don't have it, do you?"

Gathering his courage, Yoongi slammed his elbow into the nose of the man holding him, and dove between the gangster's legs, toward the front door.

His hand had just touched the knob when someone collared him, lifting him off the ground, squirming.

"Let's have a chat."

Hands grabbed him, hustling him outside. Yoongi saw a black van waiting by the curb, and terror shot through him.

He struggled harder, but the guys were bigger than him, and more trained, and he was unable to wriggle free.

With a sudden flash, he remembered Jungkook whispering,

"If you need me…scream."

This is ridiculous! He won't help me! Yoongi thought, but as he saw the shape of a baseball bat clutched in one man's hand, his survival instincts kicked in, and he screamed,

"JUNGKOOK!"

"Shut him up!"

Yoongi felt hands grab at his mouth, but he sank his teeth into a finger, and shouted, again,

"JUNGKOOK! HELP!"

Jungkook followed the woman, keeping in the shadows, the knife a familiar and comforting weight in his hand.

She wasn't Yoongi, but Jungkook really needed to practice.

He didn't want to end up killing Yoongi during their playtime due to forgetting how to work a knife.

As he crept closer, he felt the bloodlust rising in his gut, eagerness making his muscles tense, a predator ready to pounce.

Then, he heard a faint voice, raised in a scream, ring over the dark buildings.

"Jungkook!"

His spine stiffened, and he spun, his feet already moving toward the sound without a conscious thought.

As he ran, he heard another cry, louder and closer, more frightened.

"JUNGKOOK! HELP!"

Desperation moved his feet faster, and he rounded a corner just in time to see a hand hit Yoongi's face, knocking the blonde's head to the side.

Yoongi's eyes were scrunched up, and a thin line of blood dropped from his lips onto the concrete. The world seemed to have fallen silent, and Jungkook could hear the taps of the red droplets hitting the ground.

And then black rage consumed him.

Yoongi closed his eyes as pain erupted in his cheek, his lip splitting from the force of the slap.

He tensed his body, preparing for more hits, but instead a loud, animalistic scream erupted in his ears, and the hands on him were gone, and he was dropping to the ground, huffing as the breath whooshed out of him.

He opened his eyes…and was met with red.

The goon who had hit him was on the ground, his hand literally almost ripped off, moaning in agony.

Pools of red were seeping toward Yoongi's bare feet, and he noticed a huge slash along the guy's side, intestines spilling out slightly.

Yoongi looked up and saw Jungkook, moving so fast he was almost a blur, weaving among the gangsters, attacking with a kitchen knife.

One fell, his throat burbling blood, right in front of Yoongi, and he scrambled back, his spine hitting the brick wall behind him.

He watched Jungkook, and even as the rational part of his mind was horrified, something in him admired the man's grace, his ruthlessness.

Something in him was glad, fiercely glad that the people who had hurt him were paying.

Soon, the rest of the group had fallen, laying in slowly growing pools of crimson, and Jungkook stood in the middle of the carnage, the knife held loosely in his hand.

Yoongi met the raven's eyes, black as night, and felt his gut twist.

It wasn't disgust or fear, though, it was something strange that he couldn't place.

He knew that he should run, that he should flee from this maniac, but something deeper, stronger was crying out that Jungkook was safe, that he needed to stay by the raven.

And a weird, primal instinct in the back of his head liked the blood that Jungkook was covered in.

Jungkook had killed for him.

To keep him safe.

….

Jungkook stood in the middle of the ring of bodies, watching Yoongi warily.

He wanted to drop the knife and enfold the blond in a hug, to reassure Yoongi he was safe, to reassure himself Yoongi was safe.

That Yoongi was his.

But he didn't, knowing this was like dealing with a scared animal.

You had to wait for it to come to you.

So he stood, watching, as Yoongi slowly got up, watching him with those pretty, pretty light brown eyes.

He blinked…and slim arms were around his waist, a head burrowed in his chest, headless of his blood covered shirt.

Jungkook let himself smile, and the knife dropped from his hands, ringing out on the concrete.

Yoongi flinched, but Jungkook's arms were already wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him even closer.

And they stood there, blood seeping through Jungkook's boots and no doubt soaking Yoongi's feet.

They stood there, and Jungkook finally felt sane.

Well, Yoongi's accepting Kookie, huh? Remember, IRL, if a guy commits murder for you, it's not sweet! But…it is pretty cute here, huh?

Jin: Awww!

Namjoon: Jin-hyung! Kookie just killed people!

Jin: I know, but…aww, they're hugging!

Namjoon (slaps his forehead): Oh, lord.