jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

f o u r t e e n.

As soon as the two got home, the maids were ordered to take Jangmi out of the house whilst Taehyung contacted Jimin. He made way to the car, nodding firmly at the chauffeur, Bennie. Getting into the black SUV, he speaks into the phone.

"Get me that boy, now."

The door was close shut and locked, shouts of profanity and bodyguards grunting filled the silence. Echoing throughout the old building, a body is slammed against the concrete. Skin hitting cement.

"What the fuck!"

"You two, guard the doors with the rest of the men," Taehyung crosses his arms and legs as he sat on the single chair under the light. "I'm going to take some time to get to know him. You, take his blindfold off."

One out of three bodyguards walked over, silent. He rips the bag off the figure's head, and tossing it onto the floor before leaving.

"Who the fuck are you?!" The victim screamed, unable to fight because of the rope around his wrists and ankles. "Son of a bitch, I'll goddamn murder you!"

Taehyung tsked, "Young ones are always so awfully egoistical." He stands up, walking to crouch down in front of him. "Tell me your connections with Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon, Jungkook."

Jungkook was heavily breathing, his heart racing as fast as it could possibly can. Sweat already dripped down his skin, and his body was trembling - not because of fear, but of shock.

He took a moment to look at his face before glaring. "Fuck," saliva leaves his lips as he spits right in his face, "You, cunt."

Taehyung calmly wiped his cheek with his sleeve, nodding nonchalantly. Standing up, clenching his fists. He steps back, deeply
staring at Jungkook before winding his leg back and harshly kicking the boy's chest as if he was a soccer ball. He could feel his ribcage touch his shoe.

Jungkook was kicked onto his back, painfully losing his breath. He lets out a shrilling yelp, as he coughs. Hyperventilating.

Taehyung puts his hands in his pockets, towering over the boy - his feet on the sides of Jungkook's thighs. He leans down. "Let me ask again. Tell me your connections with Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon or you won't be able to go home alive."

"... Did you think my men wouldn't catch you peeping? I have the most brilliant minds on my side, and they know when someone's being naughty," He seethed, "They saw you walk into Namjoon's house with Seokjin. I have all the information I need, so you might as well tell me now. It'll be easier for the both of us."

"... You don't know anything!" Jungkook coughed, "What are you? A gang? Drug dealer? Police? Stay the fuck away, our gang has nothing you want."

"Gang?" Taehyung scoffs, frowning. "Did I hear that right? You're in a gang?"

"We're the Mortala, motherfucker," Jungkook spat, pushing himself up without hands. He sits up the best he can, wincing slightly. "Been around for years. No bitches like you are gonna kill us off!"

"Who's your leader?"

"None of your business."

Taehyung grunted, grabbing him by the head. "Who the fuck is your leader? I won't ask again." He grabs something from his back pocket.

A pistol, silenced. He pressed it against Jungkook's chin. "If you're not afraid to die, then I'll let you watch your whole family die in front of you then. See how much you worth life for. Your mother works as a waiter in Seoul and convenient store cashier, always working because she has to raise two kids all by herself. You don't have a job because she wants you to focus on high school, yes?"

Jungkook's eyes widened, the first face of fear Taehyung seen. "D-Don't you fucking dare hurt her! I'll kill you! I'm gonna fucking kill you!" He screams.

"Then tell me." Taehyung hissed. "Give me the name, Jungkook."

"Namjoon!" Jungkook yells, "It's Namjoon!"

Taehyung let him go, throwing his face back down into the floor. "Take him home," He says toward the bodyguard. "I don't care if he tells everybody what happened, and tell the chauffeur to start the car."

He glanced one more at the boy on the floor before walking away.

"... The mortala is dead to me."

[unedited]