jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

f i f t y s i x .

Namjoon walked beside Taehyung once they were escorted to a penthouse in one of Seoul's skyscrapers. Taehyung stayed glued to his phone while Namjoon observed the amount of heavy security around the area. Bodyguards escorted them up in the elevator and into a living room as soon as the doors opened.

A woman in pajamas stopped the two men from going any farther. "Kim Taehyung," she nods at the man before looking at the unfamiliar one. "I'm sorry, but you aren't on the list."

"... I'm with him-"

"You aren't on the list," She repeats, suddenly taking out a pistol from her waistband. "You can wait outside."

"He's staying with me, he's my secretary," Taehyung turns off his phone and shoves it in his pocket. "... Mar had to call in sick, so I have him for today. I hope you don't mind, I know you miss her. I'll organize another sleepover day for her unit here as a apology."

"... Very tempting, Mr. Kim," She crosses her arms, "Fine, he can accompany you, but you know the lady doesn't feel safe when it comes to newcomers. He'll need to address himself and his relationship with you."

"Will do," Taehyung gave her a firm nod before she turned around and guided the two men toward the heavily guarded door. The penthouse was dominantly run by women, the only men around were two chefs in the kitchen that seemed to be making some desserts.

Namjoon stays beside Taehyung's side, elbow touching elbow. He didn't say anything, instantly going silent as the woman opens the door for them.

Taehyung walks in first, walking to the center of what seems to be a bedroom. For the first time ever, Namjoon watches the man now and stay down.

Taehyung grabbed Namjoon by his tie, and forced him to bow as well - keeping his head down. "... Good afternoon, Birdy."

Taehyung rose back up, Namjoon choking but following in pursuit. Namjoon looks to only find a woman in pajamas just like the others outside, clutching a rather large teddy bear in her arms and nods firmly. "... Taehyung, you know I do not like unfamiliar company on my floor."

"... This is Kim Namjoon, my-"

"You do not talk for him," She snaps, causing the two ladies beside her to hold up silenced pistols toward Namjoon. " He has his own voice, allow him to speak by himself."

She looks back at Namjoon, eyes observing the new figure in the room. "... Go on."

"... I'm Kim Namjoon, I'm Mr. Kim's secretary for the meantime while his former is unable to attend," He says, fixing his posture and cupping his hands.

Birdy sighed before looking at one of her girls. "Search him."

Taehyung spoke up. "I assure you, he's not wired-"

"If you want to still have the trust I given you ever you made me abandon your ex-wife, I suggest you let me do what I need to," Birdy burned tension into the air, "You are in my territory, let's not forget that. My woman imported explosives from Russia from a militia not so nice as they seem, so they're more pricy than usual. Don't waste my time trying to look for a bargain when my women die on a daily basis for the cash."

"... Y-You're going to let them search me?" Namjoon whispered to Taehyung. "I have nothing, I swear."

"Just do as they say," Taehyung murmured to Namjoon, still looking at the woman in front of them.

The two ladies walked over to Namjoon, lifting up his arms.

Namjoon sighed deeply, his shoulders tending. He lifts his head up, looking up at the ceiling. Feeling their hands slither over his body, he's too uncomfortable. He hates it.

His breath hitches as They pat down lower.

"... Your father will be very upset with you guys," The man said, circling the table in which the siblings sat at. "... I don't have to tell your parents, you know? I could just say you guys were just walking around past curfew."

Namjoon clenched his hands, looking down at his lap. His knuckles bruised and battered, but wrapped in bandages. His hands were shaking; nervous, scared, fearful.

"... I won't tell if you do me a favor," The man's hand slides down Namjoon's heaving chest and down his body. The adult's fingers trailing down the teenage boy's body, somewhere he shouldn't. Namjoon's eyes began to water, his lips trembling with pent up screams he wanted to let out, but he stayed quiet.

"Stop, stop!" Namkyu slammed her hands on the desk, "Don't touch him, please. Look, l-look at me. I'll do anything, just leave him alone."

"... Do whatever you want me to me, okay?" Namkyu cried, "... I beg of you, just not him."

"NAMJOON!"

Namjoon's breath intensified as he ended up grabbing the woman by her arm and slamming her again the wall. "Don't touch me ever again," he shouted. Tears beginning to sting his eyes.

The other woman aimed the gun to Namjoon's skull. "Get away from her," she demanded with gritted teeth.

"Namjoon, Namjoon," Taehyung grabbed his wrist, "She was just searching you."

Namjoon blinks as his chest shudders when he breathes in deeply, the woman he slamme against the wall choked on her own breath. He backs up into Taehyung, his eyes wide with bewilderment.

"Get the fuck out of my place." Birdy growled with a shout, "The deal is off, I don't want to see your goddamn face Taehyung till you find a secretary who knows how to fucking act in someone's home."

Namjoon was labored. "... I-I didn't know what I was thinking- I-"

Taehyung grabbed him by his shoulders and carried him out. "Explain in the car, we have to leave."

"N-No, I swear I-"

Taehyung sighed. "Don't make me repeat myself," he turned Namjoon to face him and moved his hair out of his reddening panicked face.

He cups his cheeks.

"... Just. Breathe."

[unedited]