jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

s i x t y s e v e n .

  Jangmi didn't say anything the whole car ride. It was an achingly seven hour ride to god knows where. Her hands were shaking on her lap as the sounds of shattered glass screech everytime they hit a bump. The little girl couldn't fathom to look up, letting her hair fall over her eyes.

The scraps on her elbows and knees didn't make her cry. The sounds of broken glass didn't make her shake. The danger of the whole situation didn't even make her scream.

It was the overwhelming realization that she was taken away just when she felt loved in her home.

She never knew why she had to stay with her father after she grew up living with her mother, but it was clear now that she didn't want to go now. She didn't want to stay with mama; she wanted to stay with papa and daddy. If Namjoon wasn't there, she would've wanted to stay with Mama.

She could remember the first time Taehyung came for her. Mama grabbed her by her shoulders and simply said 'Mommy has to go away for a bit, so daddy is going to take care of you in the meantime'.

Jangmi's eyes clouded with tears once more, her lips chapped and her throat sore from the hours of screaming and fighting.

Why did she have to come back now?

She couldn't see without her hair clip, but it was good her hair could mask her welling eyes. She stayed quiet, hoping her papa would be looking for her right now.

Just like before.

Taehyung's tears swarmed his cheeks again when he risen from his unconscious state, frantically looking around the room with panicked eyes. He was alone.

He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone. He was alone.
Please, not again.

"Taehyung, breathe..." His eyes snapped to the man with a heart on his cheek, feeling engulfed by a warmth not like the flames from the night before. A warmth that could only be described as home.

Taehyung sobbed into his chest, feeling his own heart fill in a sense of security before ripping apart in agony as he remembered this is how his baby girl held her daddy too.

"... It's not everyday you see a mafia boss cry," Namjoon laughs softly, "... You all are always told to be heartless and cold, bathing in money, would rather hold a gun than a flower..."

"... It's not about the fucking money anymore, Namjoon. That was when I was young and bathing in dreams. That was when I wasn't a goddamn father ," Taehyung hissed, as the tears from his eyes tried their best to set and pulling away from the warmth to look him in the eyes. Bloodshot yet fierce compared to the doe eyes that look back a him with sympathy.

"I'd hold a gun, so she doesn't have to."

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