jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

f i f t y .

  "SEOKJIN CALL-CALL THE GUYS, JJANG'S IN TROUBLE. P-PLEASE!"

It was the first time Seokjin ever heard Yoongi's voice break. He stepped on the gas pedal and took all the shortcuts he could, Jimin beside him in absolute confusion.

Jungkook had went over the speeding limit as his way to the house. As soon as he broke the news to Yoongi, Yoongi pushes him out of the driver's seat and his heart dropped.

Yoongi's never made such a face ever since their father left. Jungkook saw his skin go pale, eyes widen the same way it did as a child's - lips parting with a drying throat, his cheeks draining of color. He wasn't numb, no he was angry, scared, and most of all worried. Worried to death, it was shown at how his knuckles protruded out of his own hands as he gripped the steering wheel.

It wasn't even a race between the two cars. Seokjin had arrived first, getting out of the car. "Are you crazy?!" Jimin shouted, "We don't have any weapons."

Seokjin and Jimin were startled by a sudden flash of a dozen headlights. Seokjin covered his face using his hand, squinting from the bright lights. "... Listen, I don't care what you want. Give me back my member," He shouts. "You can either hand him over now or we can wait till my men get here."

A voice let out a piercing laugh behind the lights. "Your men? Please, you boys aren't a gang anymore. Dogs are what you are. Hounds without a pack leader."

Seokjin frowned. "The mortala-"

"The mortala is powerless," A woman's voice cut the man off. She walked in front of the headlights with crossed arms and something a little off. "Your leader is missing. Don't act like we haven't noticed your lack of action around the streets."

West gang members began to walk in front of the light as well. Guns in hands, a mob of a black clothed sea. "Your gang isn't as royal as it seems."

"... S-Seokjin," Jimin looked with wide eyes, "... Seokjin, those are military grade weapons. Those aren't from Korea. We have to go."

"Shut up," Seokjin hissed quietly. "Your gang is a fraud. Fake. Lies."

The woman glared back, looking behind her and waving a hand towards the man.

Seokjin flinches as a bullet is driven through the air and right next to his foot.

"Watch your words," She seethed, "You think you're all tough. As if you'd ever be a leader, you're too weak."

"Listen, all I goddamn want is Jjang back!" Seokjin shouted, "That's all I need. You can take the drugs, keep the money-"

"It's not about the money!" She shouts back, "For fuck sake, I'm dealing with idiots."

She takes something out of her pocket, tossing it up in her hand before throwing it towards Seokjin. "If you won't hand over your men to us then we'll fight you till you all die. This isn't child's play anymore."

Seokjin looks skeptically. Bending down hesitantly, picking up what she threw. It was a ring covered in blood.

It was the promise ring.

[unedited]