jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

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Namjoon bit his nails as he paced around the room. The windows shut to hide him from the midnight moon, it was late - he should be in bed. Instead, he stays up with the guns and the drugs hoping his men are sleeping with their families.

Bags of white are stacked on the table, bullet boxes are trickling down the dinner table chair. He stands in silence, frowning at the amount in his house. His eyes counting the times he has done this.

"... Namjoon, you need to eat before going to bed."

Seokjin stands in the kitchen under the dim flickering lights of Namjoon's broken home. He sighs, his elbows propped up on the counter. A dinner plate and a glass of water beside him, cold.

"... This shipment is missing thirty kilos."

Jin sighs. "... We can worry about it tomorrow. You haven't eaten in days. You're losing too much weight."

Namjoon shakes his head. "No, the drop off is in three days. I'm not hungry, save it for lunch tomorrow."

"... Do you even eat food at work?" The older man frowned, looking at the man at the dinner table. He takes the plate and walks over to him. "You always say to pack lunch for the kids and myself, but I never see you take anything to work."

"I can't waste money, Jin," Namjoon sighed, moving Jin's wrists away and walking to the other side of the table. "I barely have any. You know all that money goes into all my men's kids' college funds, clothes, school expenses. It goes to the families."

"And I tell you that you don't have to keep paying my mother's medical bills," Jin says, "... Your teacher salary is not enough all together, yet you still continue to give and give. Buying food is not a waste, paying for your own living is not a waste."

Jin places the plate on the table. "I mean look at this place!" he huffed, "You could he living so much better if you just... Just give a little to yourself, Namjoon."

"I'm doing fine," The other shakes his head, "I'm not important."

"You're our fucking leader!" Seokjin frowned as his voice raised, "You're important! To all of us! We'd all be starving, homeless, addicted, if it weren't for you! Hell, some of us wouldn't even have kids or a wife!"

He took a deep breath as he looked at Namjoon deeply. "We're spilling drugs and blood because there's no more options. It's a goddamn cycle of criminals because no one is willing to break it. But you, you look at it as a family who needs help. You actually care."

Jin took a steak knife and flipped it so the blade was in his palm, and the handle was pointing toward Namjoon.

"Now eat."

[unedited]