jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

f i f t e e n .

  Namjoon was temporarily living at Seokjin's place till the older deemed it was safe for him to go back home. After the stalking incident, Seokjin's been a bit cautious with Namjoon's safety. It wasn't usual for their leader to be a target of somebody, especially when Namjoon rarely shows his face around gang deals.

Seokjin watched as Namjoon ate dinner, the man was exhausted from all the conferences. Namjoon's cheeks puffed up with every chew like a bunny, and he was focused on grading papers before he could go to bed. Out of his teaching clothes and into Seokjin's pajamas - they had different bodies, so everything Seokjin wore was baggy on Namjoon.

"... Finish your food then work," Seokjin says, crossing his arms, "You'll choke on fish bones if you don't even look at what you're eating."

Namjoon stopped chewing, looking at Seokjin before putting the paper down. "... Sorry," he says, "Just want to get this done as soon as I can."

Seokjin pulls up a chair beside him, sliding the papers toward himself. "English?" He sighs, "... I would help you, but you know I don't understand english. Minnie can help though, It'll be much faster."

"Minnie rarely has enough free time to himself. He's not a teacher, he doesn't need to grade these papers either," Namjoon shakes his head. "It's fine, Seokjin..."

Seokjin pursed his lips, "... How did the conferences go?"

"... I met Jangmi's father," Namjoon hums, looking back at his food before eating once more. This time, his attention focused on their conversation. "... He was something."

"What do you mean?"

"He was passive-aggressive with me," Namjoon shrugs, "It was like he was trying to start some argument with me for no reason. Then he randomly starts talking about LGBTQ and proceeds to call me baby. The meeting was suppose to be about Jangmi, but I swear he was trying to-"

"Hold on, he called you what?" Seokjin cuts him off, tilting his head in confusion as he looks at him. His eyes trailed down toward Namjoon's hands. "... You don't wear a ring on your ring finger. That's why single parents usually flirt with you."

"... He didn't have a wedding ring on his finger either," Namjoon huffs, putting his spoon down. "I don't even know if he was just joking around or was homophobic. All I know is that Jangmi's father doesn't like me."

"... Give me a second."

Seokjin got up and left the kitchen, and Namjoon waited continuing to eat till there was nothing left on his plate. He doesn't eat till he's full often, but when he does he usually falls asleep an hour later.

The man comes back with a small box in his hand. Placing it on the table as he sat back down. "... Wear this."

"Isn't that your promise ring from your ex?" Namjoon says, "... I shouldn't wear that."

"... I still have things in this house I want to get rid of," Seokjin shakes his head, "This is one of them. I don't wear it anymore, but it's pretty. Just put it on your ring finger, it'll at least help you from women flirting. I know you don't like that."

Seokjin slides it toward Namjoon, popping open the top. Showing a pretty silver ring with a paper airplane charm on it, shining under the kitchen light. "Put it on, we have the same ring size. Remember?"

Namjoon sighed before picking it up. "... It's so thick," he says, sliding it on only to be strongly shocked as soon as the metal hit his skin. He flinches a bit, but Seokjin doesn't notice.

"It won't slide off," Seokjin shrugs. "He always told me to wear it whenever he wasn't around. Keep it, it helps me forget."

Namjoon hesitated but nodded. "... If it helps, I will..."

Seokjin smiles gently before placing his hands on the table and pushing himself off the chair. "Alright well, I'm heading to bed. Don't forget to wash your plate when your done."

"I will."

Meanwhile, Jimin had been eating a salad. He sat by his desk, expensive computers scattering the table with keyboards and mouse cords neatly organized. Soft music playing out of speakers, he was under soft pink florescent lights he set up in his room.

He was typing away, codes dripping from his fingertips as he drank water. He suddenly heard a ping come from one of his computers.

He turned his attention to it, noticing a sudden notification he hasn't seen in a long time.

KIM_SEOKJIN LOCATED: 35.87,128.600006

"... Huh..."

[unedited]