jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

f o r t y .

"... Hello, Namjoon. I'm Dae, I've been checking up on your health."

Namjoon rose from his food coma, sitting up properly. Surprised at the fact he was able to rub his tired eyes with one hand - Taehyung must've took off one of the handcuffs when he fell asleep after eating so much. He yawned lazily, looking at the woman at the end of the bed.

"Did you eat well?" She asked, crossing her arms. "Have you gotten out of bed yet?"

"... I don't think he'll let me leave this room anytime soon." Namjoon groggily replied. "He force fed me, I wouldn't say I'm doing fine right now."

Taehyung sat on the chair beside Namjoon. The cart was still here, so he didn't leave after Namjoon fell asleep. He wanted for Dae to arrive, and make sure Namjoon was in 'check'. He knew Jangmi already was at school, he started to have a weird feeling when she seemed less energetic.

She hasn't fought with him lately. It was odd, but Taehyung somewhat felt relieved. A part of him was worried, the maids told him that Jangmi started to become fussy and upset whenever they had to help her get ready. Not to mention, the maids found out Jangmi gave away her favorite bento box to her teacher - the one Uncle Jimin bought her while on a vacation trip to Japan.

She hasn't spoken a word about Namjoon either. She usually does. Why does that worry him?

"I'll just redress your wound, disinfect your cuts, and give you some more antibiotics before I leave for today, okay?"

Taehyung was suddenly startled when his ring tone erupted in the quiet room. He took it out of his robe pocket, it was the school's number. He looked over at Namjoon and Dae, who were both occupied before turning his head to answer.

"Hello? Mr. Kim speaking."

"P-papa," Jangmi's voice cried over the phone, "I wanna go home. I don't wanna be here anymore. I wanna go home!"

Taehyung's face faltered with frowning eyebrows. "Jangmi, what's wrong? Tell me what's wrong."

"I wanna go home!" She repeats, sniffling. "I hate it here. I don't wanna go to school!"

Taehyung got up from his seat in a rush. Holding a hand up towards Dae as he exited the room. "What happened? Did someone hurt you?"

"I want Mr. Kim!" Jangmi whined, "I-I don't want to go here if he's not here! No! No!"

Taehyung tsked, glancing back at the guest door. "Jangmi, you can't leave school because you miss your teacher-"

"I HATE IT!" She screamed over the phone, "I hate it! I hate it! I have no friends here, papa! I keep getting called a baby and-and nobody wants to play with me anymore! I-I want Mr. Kim here..."

"Mr. Kim was never a meanie to me," she cried, "He never yelled at me like you do, he-he never threw away my drawings, he always likes to play with me! I always got hugs like mama use to... Mr. Kim hugs me like mama..."

Taehyung went silent, gripping his phone tightly. "... I'll send Bennie to pick you up, okay? I better not see you crying when you get home."

Jangmi sniffled over the phone. "O-Okay."

Taehyung ended the call with a sigh. Opening the guest door once more to see Namjoon wincing as Dae disinfects the heart shaped cut on his cheek. "... Jangmi's coming home earlier than expected. You remember the rules."

Namjoon sighed.

"... How is she?"

[unedited]