jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

s e v e n t y f i v e .

   Jangmi watched as her mother slid on her shows in front of her as the sounds of Hann's body drags against the motel carpet behind her. Her eyes refused to cry anymore, so she stood there with hands behind her back. Staying quiet as her mother ushers the men outside to prepare the car.

Her mother came over and bent down to the little girl's height. Placing her hand under her chin and forcing her to make eye contact. "Look at how messy you are," her mother spoke softly, "You can't even see with that hair of yours, princess. Let's stop by your aunt's place to clean up, okay? We'll be home before you know it."

Jangmi trembled and clenched her fists from flinching back from her mother's touch. It was soft and warm, but those were the same hands that killed in front of her own eyes. "... Yes, mama."

The woman leaned in to press a motherly kiss against her forehead, and tuck Jangmi's hair behind her ears to show her youthful complexion. "... If only you looked more like me," she sighed before standing up and holding out her hand for the girl to hold.

Jangmi took her hand into her own. It didn't feel like Namjoon's or Taehyung's. It wasn't like Taehyung's, she loved to play with his hands when she younger. It wasn't like Namjoon's, soft and kind - Namjoon hand was always a pillow to her, he never used it as a weapon like others.

Dried blood and dirt covered Jangmi's cheeks from the crash, her small cuts from the glass scattered her fragile arms, legs, and hands but they had enough time to scab over. Her dried eyes looked emotionless, her eyes that looked much like her father's became empty for the first time. At least, she had something similar to her mother.

"... I learned how to swim, mama," Jangmi spoke up, her head looking straight and her hand holding tight. They walked down the stairs with the guards behind and in front of them.

"Oh yeah? That's good, angel," She hums, her heels clinking against the cement.

"Daddy taught me," Jangmi says, her eyes just staring. "Papa watched me too."

The little girl looked down at the guard's feet as they walked down. "Daddy teaches me a lot of things," she continues, "I watch him too."

"Look, mama," Jangmi stopped in her tracks, "I learned how to do this too."

She kicks the back of the guard's knee and watches him fall over and roll off the stairs. With a grunt, he curses and yells, but before he can get up Jangmi runs down the stairs and takes the shotgun off his hands. She shrieks as the heavy weapon sways as she picks it up, and she throws it off to the side. She grabs the man's throat and puts her dainty little fingers on certain parts of his neck.

The other guard lifts up his shotgun but her mother seethes. "Don't you dare aim that at my daughter. Just get her!"

Jangmi gulps as she backs up from the now unconscious guard, before picking up her pace and running from the motel.

Only to feel a sharp pain slice against her leg, falling down onto the concrete with a gunshot echoing.

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