jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

f i f t y o n e .

  Jimin got out the car when Seokjin picked up the ring. The older man's eyes turned pure horror as he held the ring into his palm. "W-Where is he," Seokjin stutters, "WHERE DID YOU TAKE HIM!"

"I just do the dirty work," She says, flaunting a knife. Dangling it between her fingertips, "I use this to slice him open like a piece of fruit."

"You fucking-"

"Seokjin stop," Jimin pushes him back by placing a hand on his chest. "She's just trying to antagonize you."

"That bitch helped with your plan!" Seokjin screamed, ripping Jimin's hand away from his body. "How can you not recognize her? You have to fucking know who she is."

"I don't require the assets!" Jimin says, "I give them the plan, they figure out who works it out. I'm just a hacker nothing more, nothing less."

"It's just business, baby," She laughed, "You know people like us, we love our work."

Jimin glared at the woman, trying his best to restrain the raging man beside him. "Don't fight her," he warns, "We have nothing compared to them, it's suicide."

"What did you do to him?!" Seokjin screams, clenching his fists right. "You piece of shit! I'll make sure all of you are killed!"

"Confidential," She hums.

Wheels screech as smoke fills their senses. Jimin turns to see Yoongi in the driver's seat, slamming his foot on the breaks hard. Jungkook jolted forward from not having a seatbelt as Yoongi nearly breaks the car door open from the harshness he put into opening it. He rushes out the car, chest heaving.

"W-Wait Minnie!" Jungkook shouted, getting out the car. "Don't- Don't! Stop him!"

Yoongi's expression was unidentifiable. He walked forward the opposing gang, a rifle in his hands. He holds it up, tears filling his eyes and it was almost unnoticeable but his lips were trembling. He lets out a choking sob.

Jungkook and Jimin ran towards him, grabbing him by his arms. "Hey! Hey!" Jimin shouted, "Stop, they'll kill us all!"

The west gang held their aim, all lifted their guns as the woman tsked and ticked her head to the side.

"F-Fucking bastards!" Yoongi spat with a choking cry, his chest shuddering. He thrashed around, being held down by their grip. Tears fell from his cheeks, and his sniffles were loud as he screamed.

"Yoongi stop it!" Seokjin hissed, soon following behind the other two. "The boys aren't here yet-"

"Do you really fucking think I'm going to wait for them?" Yoongi shouted, fire filling his eyes as he glared back at Seokjin. "Fuck you! Fuck you!"

Yoongi elbowed Jungkook and socked Jimin square in the face. Jungkook let go to grab his stomach, and Jimin grunted stumbling back. He held his gun up again. With trembling hands on the trigger, "Where-Where the fuck is Jjang."

His breathing was labored as he sniffled. The gun shaking as he aimed at the center woman, who simply just smiled. "YOU SON OF A BITCH TELL ME WHERE-"

She showed him. One of her men walked out, body in arms. A head rested in the crook of his neck, an arm tucked to a chest, and a hand dangling. Soaked in red, red dripping from unmoving fingertips. It looked so familiar yet so terrifying.