jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

t h i r t y t h r e e .

"... I'm not a monster," Taehyung went up close to the man, his hands on both arms of the chair. "Don't disrespect me, you have no right in this situation."

"... A human doesn't do this to a person," Namjoon pursed his lips and shook his head, "I've seen enough monsters in my teenagers years, I can sense it just from a look of your eyes. You, I-I don't know how Jangmi gets it from you. Why does she get it from you."

"I'm tired," He sighed with a cry, "... I'm so tired. Just leave me alone now, please..."

Namjoon had worsened every second. His skin was shades lighter compared to Taehyung's tan melanin. It was a miracle he was still awake from all the torture and blood spill. His body wouldn't be the same after this. Never.

"If Jangmi was her mother, she wouldn't be with me," Taehyung says, "I'm no monster compared to that godforsaken woman."

"... And if I was my father," Namjoon's words became painful to only himself, "Oh, I'd be the epitome of a demon to you."

He looked down at his thigh, he hasn't moved it ever since then. He could still feel the bullet buried in his flesh. It was painful. He needed to get help. His face had swollen to the point he was slightly unrecognizable. He felt so ugly.

Namjoon's good eye started to flutter. His body slowly feeling numb, rising from his feet to his throat. His head leans forward, his hair brushing against Taehyung's chin. His lungs started to slow down, and he felt his heart go from rhythmic to slow beats. His hands unleash off the chair.

"... Hey," Taehyung frowned, patting Namjoon's heart scabbed cheek, "I'm not done with you yet, stay awake."

Namjoon's lips open, but he doesn't say anything. His head hung low and swaying to the side. He was quiet.

"Kim Namjoon," Taehyung spoke lowly, "Don't fall asleep on me."

His fingers made way to the side of his neck for a pulse. Taehyung sighed disappointingly, he felt a pulse but it was faint.

He grabbed the handcuff keys the woman gave him from his pocket, uncuffing him. Namjoon's body falls forward, he would've been on the floor if Taehyung wasn't in front of him.

"... You reek of blood," Taehyung grunted, placing his hands on Namjoon's waist before picking him up. He slides his arm under the back of his elbows, and holds the passed out man in bridal style.

Namjoon's head falls into the crook of Taehyung's neck. His lips were chapped, and one of his hands dangled while the other was clenched softly against the man's chest.

Taehyung kicks open the door with his foot. The bodyguards alarmed at the man holding the passed out victim. The woman was waiting outside, about to talk till Taehyung spoke.

"... We're finished here, clean this place up before you leave."

Taehyung left the building with Namjoon in his arms.

[unedited]