jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

s i x t y f o u r .

  Taehyung dropped the gun after a minute of just staring in shock, the faint sounds of blood hitting the ground from his temple and rolling down his knuckles. His body paralyzed.

He lost his baby again.

His eyes wide, lungs heaving. His face contorts into a look of pain, tears peering from the corners of his eyes. Decades of fear leaving his heart for the first time. He screams with gritted teeth, his voice cries out to the moonlight where his little baby girl was taken away.

His face reddens, his throat aching till his voice cracks. Taehyung's body hunches over, out of breath. It felt as if the world stopped and punished him with every slow second. She was gone. She was really gone.

He kept screaming in agony - not from pain, but the sense of loss burning into his chest. The man felt a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders, pushing him down onto the concrete.

He saw Namjoon's hands wrap around him before the sound of bursting flames behind them. The smell of gasoline exchanged for smoke, and heat flew toward them head on.

The fabric of the suit jacket covered most of their bodies. Namjoon nuzzling his head into Taehyung's back to protect his own face. Taehyung felt the other flinch, the heat of the fire too intense - worried he might get burns.

"They took my baby," Taehyung cried, tears racing down his bloody cheeks. "Not-not again, please not again..."

"Taehyung, we have to go," Namjoon says, "We can't stay here-"

Taehyung lurched over, coughing severely from his choking sobs. He balled his fists on the street, his hands shaking from the shock and scraps scattering his skin with blood. His eyes filled with tears and glints of terrifying ache. "God, not my baby girl. I-I fought too much to get her back! I can't let
her go-"

"We're gonna get her back," Namjoon three the jacket off his shoulders, and helped Taehyung up. "We-We're gonna get her back, but we have to go!"

Taehyung stumbled while getting up, hiccuping loudly. He wiped his cheeks, and nodded with cloudy eyes. "... Her... Her hair clip," his voice wavers, "Her hair clip? D-Does she have it? Where's her hair clip?"

"I have it... It fell off her when we crashed," Namjoon held out his scraped fist, and opened it to show the dainty little hair clip in his palm.

Taehyung looked at it before shakily taking it from his palm, his eyes welling with more tears. "... I should've made her cut her hair," he sobbed, "S-She wouldn't have gotten grabbed or-or-fuck! FUCK!"

Taehyung coughed violently once more. He jerked his shoulders away from Namjoon, stumbling away from him. "Taehyung, we need to call an ambulance," Namjoon says, "You're loosing too much blood."

Taehyung bent down sluggishly to grab the gun. " 'M... I-I have to get her back, I need to... I need to get her back as- as soon as I..."

Taehyung bit his lip before covering his face with his hands. Sniffling before falling down with blurry eyes. "... I-I have to-"

Namjoon coughed from the smoke filling his lungs, covering his mouth with his hand. He collapses onto the floor, his breath heaving. The heat behind him caused him to break into sweat, mixing with blood and dirt.

The faint sounds of sirens put Namjoon to sleep.

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