jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

s i x t y e i g h t .

"S-Sir, you're not suppose to be out of your bed."

Namjoon stood beside Taehyung's bed, holding his IV stand with one hand while the other poured a cup of water and helped the man drink - Taehyung had been given too much morphine in order to relieve his pain.

Namjoon simply hooded his eyes once he looked back at the nurse, put a finger to his lips before pointing to the door. Without a word. He stared at her, tilting his head. "... I only wish for twenty minutes with my husband."

The nurse shook her head and cupped her hands. "... Mr. Kim you shouldn't be disturbing other patients-"

"... I'm Mr. Kim," Taehyung sighs, resting his head on the pillow. "... We're both Mr. Kim, doesn't that say enough? You got a problem?"

"N-No! No!" She shakes her head furiously, "I apologize sincerely, it's just that I-I didn't know the relationship between you two-"

"Well you do now," Taehyung snapped, wincing slightly, "Get out, immediately."

Namjoon watched the woman run out, before sighing tiredly and turning back to his soft doe eyes. Looking back at Taehyung. "It's convenient isn't it?"

Taehyung made an expression of pain before clearing his throat. "... Very," he says, slowly
sitting up on his seat. "... This shit is making me tired."

"That means you have to sleep," Namjoon sighs, placing the cup down on the table. "I have a friend who can help us find Jangmi, okay? You won't do this by yourself. You're not alone, you're not going to fight alone this time."

"... I need to know who it is first," Taehyung shakes his head slightly, "I can't just trust anybody with finding her, I need her safe. I need my men-"

"Your men don't even know you're hospitalized!" Namjoon grunts, crossing his arms. "The only way to get Jangmi back as fast as we can is if you let me help you. Let people help you."

The sound of shoes screeching against the hospital's tiles made Taehyung wince, grimacing at the sound. It was only till a paid of arms wrapped around Namjoon's neck, dragging him down to a broad shoulder. A shoulder that smelt drenched in alcohol.

"I-I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I tired to find you, I tried... I tried so hard."

Namjoon's hand drifted from Taehyung's side to put a hand on the being's arm, his IV stand tugging a bit behind. "... Seokjin?"

Taehyung made eye contact with the familiar man by the door frame, panting hard with his hands on his knees. "... Jimin..."

Jimin choked on his own exhaustion before rushing over to Taehyung, his fists clenched before gripping the man's hospital gown ever so tightly. "Jangmi, where's Jangmi?" Jimin says frantically, "Where is she? Please tell me she's with you."

Taehyung's lips trembles before the silence filled with his tears and shaking his head. "... She's not here."

Namjoon grabbed Jimin by the wrists and ripped his hands away from the tearful man after pulling away from Seokjin - who had already been filled with sobs. "... Unless you have an explanation on what the fuck is going on then don't hold him like that."

"It's her mother," Jimin jerked his hands away from Namjoon and glared. "The car crash, the killing, the gang. It's all her mother."

"That woman you made get Namjoon," Jimin sighs harshly, "She's not working for you she's working for her."

"... The woman that tortured me..."

Seokjin listened with clenched drunken fists, staring at the man on the bed - who had yet to acknowledged him. His breath intensified as he pushed Namjoon aside.

Placing his hand on Taehyung's throat and clenching a fist. "You fucking bastard."

Taehyung grabbed Seokjin's fist as he tries for a punch, glaring at the man with flaming eyes. His nails digging into Seokjin's knuckles. "Let go of me."

Seokjin squeezed his throat tighter, ignoring Namjoon's shouts as hands trying to pry him away. "You took him away from me!" He cries with a slight slur, "You hurt him! You fucking hurt him-"

Jimin had rushed over, tugging Seokjin's arm away. "Seokjin, let's get you sobered up."

"He's drunk?" Namjoon shouted angrily, "Why the fuck are you drunk?!"

Seokjin thrashed his arms back, socking Jimin in the nose with his elbow and causing Namjoon to trip over his IV stand and fall over onto the tiles. Namjoon's head hitting the hard surface, yelling with his hands making way to his skull.

Seokjin throws a punch. Then another one. Then another one.

He didn't stop till he could feel his knuckles bruise, and the heart monitor began to beep frantically.

"O-Oh my god, Jungkook stop him!" The ruckus had brought Yoongi and Jungkook to the room. As well as nurses and doctors.

Jungkook took the older man by the arms and yanked him down, kicking his knees out and taking Seokjin's neck to put him down. "Stop it," Jungkook hissed, suffocating Seokjin by placing his arm against his throat in a headlock. Something Jjang taught him. "Stop."

Seokjin hyperventilated when damp cheeks and reddening eyes.

The nurses helped Jimin and Namjoon up, Yoongi rushing to Namjoon. "Are you-"

"Taehyung!" Namjoon says, pushing past the others, "T-Tae!"

Taehyung sat up to reassure Namjoon, shaking his head and wiping the blood pouring out of his nose. "... I'm fine, I'm fine."

Namjoon's hands were clenched in angry. "Jungkook, let him go."

"... Namjoon hyung, he just-"

"Jungkook, I said let him go," Namjoon snapped causing Jungkook to flinch and let go of the drunken man.

Seokjin coughed violently, on his knees and rubbing his throat. "Namjoon, I just wanted to know you're ok-"

Namjoon held up his palm before bringing it to his cheek, hard. Seokjin flinching from the sudden burning sensation on his skin with red rushing to his cheek. His eyes widen in shock, and even from regret. The man he raised for years had slapped him, the man he knew never like violence.

"... Don't ever come near me till you've sober up."

[unedited]