Let's Talk About This

When everyone was back in the room and settled; a bag of frozen corn kernels on my fist, a damp hand towel with ice wrapped inside it pressed on Ru's nose and he'd been cleaned up with the wet cloth Jeongguk had brought back with him. I looked at the others and Suga and I had a silent conversation. Body language mostly.

(MSG = Min Suga / Yoongi ___ NSJ = Nie Seokjin)

MSG: You want to start this conversation?

NSJ: You want more blood spilled?

MSG: Yeeaahh, no.

NSJ: Your boyfriend? Not Namjun or Jeongguk *insert eye roll here*

MSG: Yeeaahh, no.

NSJ: Then it has to be you. Come on. Please.

MSG: Fine. Okay. But keep Mitzuki out of this.

NSJ: As much as we can given what we're working with.

MSG: Anything you want me to say specifically?

NSJ: Not really.

MSG: Really? I want to keep Mitzuki out of this as much as we can.

NSJ: That's a given. What are you waiting for?

MSG: *insert huff and rolling of eyes*

The mint haired male wrapped his arms securely around his boyfriend's waist, making sure he didn't hurt his own ribs (or move) too much while effectively anchoring himself to the bed as he cleared his throat. Placing a soft kiss on his brunette's neck he stared at the scowling intruder who glared back at him, assessing him from feet to face.

"I have five questions for you and I want honest short answers or you'll end up wishing you were dead. Understand?" Min Suga was in charge now. Ru nodded nonchalantly, "Whatever dude." A sly grin crept over Suga's face and one eyebrow raised.

"Your full name?"

"Ru Youngjae."

"Ru Youngjae. Mhm. What are you doing here?"

"Following Namjun and his fake husband."

"Why do you say Seokjin is Namjun's fake husband?"

"Because Jeon Namjun is mine! We belong together and if it weren't for that blond bas-" Ru's voice was muffled when Jeongguk shoved his hand over Ru's mouth.

"Do you wanna die like, right fucking now?" The maknae hissed in his ear, "because if you wanna live then I suggest you don't finish that fucking word. That's MY cousin you're talking about."

"I was at their wedding in Canada so I can assure you that they are legally married. Just because it's not recognized in South Korea doesn't mean it's not real." Suga stated, with an almost bitter tone lacing his words.

"Why are you here?" Suga repeated his question.

"I'm trying to get Namjun to realize how much I love him."

"Really? Because everyone here except for you knows that isn't going to happen anytime until he's dead. How much did you see?"

"The Nie's faked your death and his." Ru motioned with his head to Mitzuki.

"Have you told anyone or contacted anyone?" Ru rolled his eyes, at the obvious question.

"What do I get out of it if I don't?" He counter-questions.

"If you delete the photographs now, you won't die. If you've told anyone anything, I'll kill you myself. Given that I'm Min Suga I can also make sure nobody remembers you ever existed."

"Geez, fucking paranoid much? I haven't told anyone since this oaf bashed me over the head and dragged me here before I could shoot the good shit."

"I get paid to be paranoid. Keeps me alive. Now. Are you going to delete the photos yourself or do we break your camera and everything you have?" Ru Youngjae's eyes widened in horror at the mention of his precious camera being broken.

"I'll do it! I'll do it! Just - don't hurt my baby. Don't hurt my precious camera!" Ru pleaded, holding out his hand and making grabby motions with his fingers. Jeongguk snickered before fumbling the camera that was tossed his way. "HEY! Asshole!" The youngest yelled at me when I threw the digital camera at his face.

Ru Youngjae checked every millimeter of his camera for damage before going in and deleting the images he'd shot of the video the Nie's had filmed of the murder of the light brunette and mint haired males. He held up the camera, showing the images had been deleted. "There! Are you happy now?" Suga shook his head, "Now delete every photo you have of this house, this property and of this couple. Anything that could be considered a clue to leading people here. You know how it works, it's how you followed them isn't it..?" Ru's eyes opened up, pleading for Suga to not make him delete photos of Nie Namjun.

"Oh, come on, please? Not the photographs of Namjun!" An icy cold look shot his way, "Either the incriminating photographs or your camera. Choose." Ru sighed before going back into the memory and deleted about another five thousand images. Fifteen minutes into the wait I noticed Suga beginning to sweat and his breathing quickened a little. I caught his eye and motioned to ask if he is feeling alright, his head shook sideways a fraction so I whispered to my red headed husband to get him some strong pain-killers and a glass of water to take them with.

I watched my lover exit the room and got Yoongi's attention, letting him know I'd sent Namjun to get him something. He nodded at me with gratitude in his eyes. My husband had also grabbed a cool flannel, which he handed to Mitzuki who, in turn, cautiously pried himself out of his lovers arms and turned around. He began wiping Yoongi's face gently with the cool washer and then gave him the pills and water he'd also taken from Namjun after he'd been given the flannel. I watched them though I didn't realize I was smiling until I noticed my red-headed husband with a soft look on his face staring at me.