jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

f o r t y s e v e n .

  Jimin was left begging to breathe. His thighs shaking as tears dripped down from his eyes and rolled down his rosy cheeks. Collapsing onto the warm bedsheets, his throat has been gripped tightly once more - leaving his voice to die out after three rounds.

Seokjin pulled Jimin's back close to his bare chest, pressing soft comforting kisses along the bruises. "... I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he murmurs against the pink skin. His arms around his waist.

His thumbs caress the hand-prints on his hips. "I'm so sorry..."

Jimin had to collect his breath, his chest heaving. He whimpered at the touches against his skin, his lips swollen and pretty pink. "It's okay, baby," he reassured hoarsely, his trembling hand going up to comb his fingers through Seokjin's hair.

His thumb parted Seokjin's plump lips before leaning in for another comforting kiss. Pecking his lips as if he was giving a reward, and Seokjin kisses back - holding him tight.

Jimin hums into the kiss, grabbing Seokjin's arm as he was being lowered back onto the bed. "... No more rounds for me, pretty boy," he says, his back hitting the sheets. "I need a shower."

Seokjin whined with pursed lips. Cheeks flushed and hair draping over his eyes, "Jimin-"

One of the phone rested against the nightstand rang, it was Seokjin's. The man leaned over to grab the phone with a tired sigh, answering it. "... Hello?"

"Seokjin, where the fuck are you?"

"... I'm with Jimin, why? Is there something wrong?" Seokjin frowned at the bitterness in Yoongi's voice over the phone.

"Yeah there's something wrong," Yoongi huffed, "You scheduled a drug trade this midnight, and I just got a message that we never came. You know why we never came? Because we weren't aware there was a drug trade tonight! Seokjin, you're telling me we have a 25K deal on the line."

Seokjin's eyes widened before he pinched the bridge of his nose. "... Fuck I was suppose to tell Jjang, I-I organized it a month ago."

"Yeah well I told Jjang," Yoongi grunted, "He's on the way with Jungkook. I send you the location, I need you to make sure the deal goes smoothly."

"... But- But Namjoon-"

"Jimin and I are doing all we can!" Yoongi cut him off, "Even if Namjoon is missing right now, we still have to keep the Mortala functioning. Where the fuck are you, and why the fuck are you alone with him?"

"... Just- Just send me the location," Seokjin sighed, getting up from the bed and quickly searched for his clothes. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

Jimin looked at the frantic man, sighing as he got up from the bed as well. "Should I come?"

"Yeah, just stay in the car when we get there," Seokjin nodded his head. "Bye Minnie".

He ends the call and slips on his boxers, pulling his pants over and buckling his belt. "Goddammit."

Jimin changed into his clothes, and opened the curtains to reveal the city lights during the night. Grabbing his phone off the nightstand. "Hey, don't stress out."

Seokjin sighed, quickly putting on his t-shirt. "I have to stress out, I'm not use to leading the whole mortala. Namjoon's our leader, I-I can't take his role."

Jimin looked at Seokjin.

"... Have you ever thought about taking over the Mortala even if Namjoon wasn't gone?"

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