jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

t w e n t y .

Seokjin stayed quiet as they dragged the suspect upstairs. Being speechless as Minnie holds the man by his arms, and Jjang pressing a pistol to his back. They walk up the stairs, having a blindfold over the man's eyes and ductape over his lips. Namjoon and Jungkook can't be seen.

They took him to the attic. Minnie throwing the man onto the floor.

"... I'll interrogate," Seokjin says, "... You two just stay downstairs, and if anything goes wrong. You can shoot him on site. Don't tell Namjoon anything till I get out."

"... Are you sure?" Jjang asks, "Do you want my gun just in case?"

"No," Seokjin shakes his head. "... I'll be fine."

Jjang and Minnie nodded, looking at each other before leaving the attic by the ladder. Seokjin slams the floor hatch shut. Looking over at the man panting, eyes covered, camera smashed.

The man tries to shout through the tape, trying to wiggle out of his restraints Jjang ever so tightly tied around his wrists and feet. Seokjin frowns, glaring at the man.

He walks over and rips the tape off his lips. "Fucking bastard," He spat, "I told you to never come near me ever again. How'd you find me?"

"... Take my restraints off," He pants, sitting up, "Take it off, Jin-ah."

"It's Seokjin," He shook his head before doing as he said. He rips the fabric off his face, watching as those familiar eyes open. "You sick fuck." His hands made way to the other's, knowing his way to untie Jjang's complicated knots.

His cheek brushed against his shoulder, and when he pulled away he felt the warmth of palms cup his cheeks. His expression was about to turn into disgust, but instead his eyes widen. Widen from the warmth engulfing him. The softness. The scent. The lips on his.

His body suddenly froze from shock, his mind screaming and racing. He felt heat rise onto his cheeks without his heart's permission. The soft sounds of pecks too disturbingly familiar, a bit of his heart started to remember the longing he use to have for them.

He remembered the amount of pain that came after them, and pulled away. His palm jerking back and hitting the man's cheek, the stinging feeling victorious. He wiped his lips with his sleeve as if they touched venom, poison, toxins.

He turns his head to spit. The man rubs his cheek.

"Don't ever touch me again," Seokjin shouts, moving away from the man. "What do you want? Huh? Why did you have to come back? Why, Jimin? I left you for a reason!"

Jimin sighed, tilting his head to the side tiredly. "... You know I can't let you go so easily," he says, "... I'm sorry you have to be apart of this baby, but I'm doing my job..."

"Job? Your job?" Seokjin yells before letting out a sarcastic airy laugh, gripping his own hair as he pursed his lips frustratingly. "Stalking me is your job?!"

Jimin stayed quiet before grinning almost cockily. "My boss already knows who you all are, please don't make it hard. We just need Namjoon. The quicker the better."

"... Why do you need him?"

"For his daughter's sake, Jin-ah," Jimin shrugged with a groggy laugh. "He's a psycho when it comes to his family. That man you're familiar with, he was there when his daughter was almost kidnapped. He thinks he's the culprit, the person who wants Jangmi."

"Namjoon doesn't take kids!" Seokjin hissed, balling his fists. "What the hell are you talking about? How did you even find us!"

"... Remember what I gave you on our second anniversary?" Jimin hums, "... You use to always wear it. It always reassured me, you know?"

"... No fucking way," Seokjin whispered, "... No, for fuck sake!"

"Let me go, and I won't send the coordinates to my boss. You don't want a shoot out here do you? We'll either take Namjoon with or without a fight. My boss doesn't care how we do it. I'm only here to be a tracker, that's all."

[unedited]