jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

t h i r t y .

"WHERE THE FUCK IS NAMJOON?!"

Glass shatters as Jimin is shoved back against his kitchen counter, vases falling apart. He ducts quickly, Seokjin slamming his hand against a wooden cabinet. A hole is punched through, and Jimin tackles him back against the sink, and the other's back was smashed against the hard marble counter.

"I told you it was my job!" Jimin seethed, moving to the side swiftly. "We were going to take him one way or another, and you couldn't stop us. You know my boss will do anything in his power to get what he wants! So just back off!"

"We're talking about a man here, Jimin!" Seokjin yells, "A human being! He's not some goddamn object, you piece of shit!" He launches another punch.

"Stop fighting me!" Jimin grunted, dodging and stumbling back. "You're not going to find anything here!"

"It's always about your fucking job," another throw, "Sorry Seokjin, I have to go to work. Sorry Jin-ah, you know I get stressed out I didn't mean to put it on you. Sorry for taking away the person who you care about because ITS MY FUCKING JOB!" his knuckles bleed red with splinters.

Jimin grabbed his wrists. "Baby, baby," he sighed, "There's nothing I can do-"

"You had so many options!" Seokjin spat, trying to wrench his wrists away from his grip, "So many goddamn options! You could've just walked away, pretended you never found us. Never be a sick bastard, but you still did it!"

"You're tiring yourself out for nothing-"

"Tell me where he is!" Seokjin screamed, ramming Jimin against the wall, ripping away his wrist and slamming his hand against the man's throat. Fingers clenching his skin, "... Or god help me, I will show you how it feels like to be on the brink of death."

"Seok-Seokjin I don't know a-anymore," Jimin choked, panicking once his feet was lifting off the ground. His hands make way to the taller man's wrists again, but desperately. "I told-told you there's nothing here-"

"Bullshit!" Seokjin hissed.

"...My job was done when I told him when to get him," Jimin coughed, glaring before kicking the man back numerous with his foot till he stumbled back. "I only gave him the plan of abducting him not where to take him! I don't know where he is anymore. I don't know if he's dead or alive." He rubs his throat, Seokjin clenches his fists.

"... Come with me," Seokjin demanded, "You're going fix what you've done wether you like it or not.

Jimin glared at him, not replying. Turning his head away, he sighs. "... I'm not going to be any help-"

"Yes you are," Seokjin grabbed his wrist and yanked him forward. "Since you love work so much, I'll give you more."

"... What? Seokjin let go of me, I'm not-"

"I'm taking you to meet Minnie."

[unedited]