jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

t w e l v e .

Once they got to Seokjin's house, Namjoon's pent up pain ended up being thrown-up into the man's bathroom. His hands on the sides of the toilet, face flushed, eyes teary. Namjoon let out gurgles of groans, sweat appearing on the back of his neck.

The older left Namjoon a towel and some fresh clothes so he could shower to feel clean. Whilst he was in the kitchen, Seokjin was in the living room.

He pressed his thumb against his bottom lip with crossed arms, pacing around the coffee table with a sleek black case on top of it. An emblem of a wedding ring with the initals 'K.P' was burned into the center.

"No way!" Jjang gasps, appearing out of thin air. He startles Seokjin, making his broad shoulders flinch. "Do you know how expensive those sniper rifles are?! They're only manufactured in Germany, h-how'd you get one?"

Seokjin scrunches his eyebrows in confusion, looking up from the stash log. A radio in his hand, he rests it on the table. "... What?"

Jjang takes out the narrow and long weapon from it's casing. Slinging the strap over his shoulder, his eyes shine in amazement. "It's light as a feather!"

"Put that down!" Seokjin scolds, "Don't wave it around, the safety lock might not be on!"

Jjang grins, placing the rifle by his hip. "Do you know how to use guns like these?"

"No, that's why I put it in the weaponry for the others to use," Seokjin sighs, looking at the man. "What's so special about it? Guns are guns."

"Babies like these get the job done and clean," Jjang explains, "They can reach a target from two hundred and fifty feet and still be lethal. I heard the U.S military use to use things like this."

Seokjin lightheartedly chuckled before shaking his head. "... My ex boyfriend got it for me for safety purposes," he sighs, "He thought having a big gun in the house would make me feel reassured if any of us got in trouble. He never picked it up when I kicked him out."

"If you don't want it, can I have it?" Jjang asks, "I'll take care of it! I can put it to good use."

Seokjin pursed his lips before shaking his head. "... I'll think about it."

Jjang whined with a disappointed pout.

Seokjin got up and closed the stash journal. "... Why don't you show me how to work one of those? I'm use to pistols."

Jjang's smile immediately came back. Nodding furiously, he hands Seokjin a normal sniper rifle. "It's all about breathing and focus."

Seokjin put the strap over his shoulder and nodded.

"Hold it up to eye level with the scope not too close to your eye," Jjang says, "Make sure your arms aren't locked, and you have to remember of the after impact. If you put the scope too close to your eye, you might pop your eye out of the eye socket."

Jjang hummed as he looked around the room, he goes to grab an empty soda can on the table. He moves the radio and journal away to clear the desk, and places the can right in the center. He glances back at Seokjin, "Yeah, you're holding it right."

"... Use your scope to aim at the target," Jjang instructs, "It's okay to take a moment to aim. Take a deep breath, shoot, then exhale."

"Shouldn't we do this outside?"

"Say you're in a tight situation," Jjang shrugs, "... You have to shoot either way."

Seokjin sighed as he gripped the rifle in his hands. Taking a deep breath, his finger pressures against the trigger.

A bang erupts throughout the quiet room.

"Here's your fucking evidence."

Jimin's fists slammed against the office desk. Pushing the photos to Taehyung. "That teacher you want," he seethes, "He's all goody two shoes with his mom. I did all I could do for that woman's goddamn approval and Seokjin rarely brought me along to his visits."

Taehyung nonchalantly looks at the photos before glancing at the red-faced Jimin. "... Hyung, your ex is over you. You should get over it."

"We go followed them all day, Taehyung!" Jimin shouts at the man, "Nothing! Not a single fucking thing, but them driving around and holding hands!"

Taehyung took the photos in his hands, inspecting for a moment. "... Tell me, what does your ex do?"

"He lies to his own mother about his work," Jimin scoffs, "He works for drug chains, we met over a shipment one of your syndicates from Seoul traded, remember?"

Taehyung pursed his lips, nodding. "... Drug chains. Do you really think an elementary teacher would want to be with a man who operates drug trades?"

"I don't know, okay?" Jimin ran his fingers through his hair frustratingly, "You got your evidence, I'm finished for the night. Call me when it's something actually important."

"I'll call you for any more requests, thank you Jimin," Taehyung nods, his eyes hooded as he looks at the photos.

"... I'll be busy tomorrow, I scheduled a conference with Jangmi's teacher in the evening."

[unedited]