jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

t h i r t y f i v e .

Yoongi fell asleep in the back of the van with Hoseok. The both of them had gotten exhausted, especially Hoseok since he had to find all the security cameras. The operation didn't take more than three hours, but it was faster than expected.

Seokjin took the role of driving since he forced himself to stay awake to watch Jimin - who was still tapping away on the keyboard. He'd crack his fingers once and a while, and Seokjin would yawn.

"... About our breakup-"

"I don't wanna talk about it," Seokjin cut him off instantly. His hand on the steering wheel, and the other was rubbing his tired eyes. "We're over, Jimin. Let's not forget I put you in a chokehold, don't think I won't do it again."

"... I want to talk about it, Seokjin," Jimin says despite the pain tickling his throat slightly. He figured there'll be bruises in the morning. "It wouldn't hurt to talk."

"... We're not in a situation where we can talk about relationships right now!" Seokjin grunted, looking over at the man. "You're only here to help me get Namjoon back, and fix the shit you've done."

"Can I at least fix our situation?!" Jimin sighed irritatingly, "Quit raising your voice, they're asleep in the back."

Yoongi had placed a couple blankets he brought with him and made a makeshift bed. He knew Hoseok would be exhausted, but he didn't believe he'd end up sleeping beside him. Seokjin said it was okay since Jimin had taken over the hacking job, and he had it under control.

Hoseok snored softly, asleep on his back. He took off all his equipment, and fell asleep wearing his all black outfit. Sweat dried from his body, and Yoongi took a couple moments to soothe him to sleep - Hoseok had an issue with sleeping since he had trouble with nightmares. Soon after, Yoongi fell asleep beside him, linking an arm with Hoseok so they were close.

"Fix our situation?" Seokjin scoffed, "... You've ruined us already. You're in love with your job, you were never in love with me. I'm moving on."

"With who? Namjoon?" Jimin tsked, looking over at Seokjin - who suddenly fell silent. "... Say something... Please."

"I first met Namjoon when he was about to be charged back into a rehabilitation center," Seokjin says, voice suddenly softer. "... I stopped them and pretended I was his social services worker who cared for him. I didn't see him after that till he went to University."

"I had to raise him too, you know?" he sighs, not bothering to look back at Jimin. "... He was just so broken when we met, he looked so drained. He'd stare off into space, quiet. It was like he was trying to feel nonexistent, just for a second. He was close to adulthood, but still acted like a little child who wanted to be something but didn't know what to do..."

Jimin tried grabbing his chin, leaning over to press his lips against his once more, but Seokjin shoves him back. Glaring back at the man.

"Why do you do that?! Quit it, will you?"

Jimin shrugs.

"... I like to reminisce..."

[unedited]