jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

e i g h t y f i v e .

The house had gotten quiet, it was somber - too somber. After Namjoon slammer the door closed, it was as if he built a wall between each other between them for the first time. None of his members knew how to react, how to take it. Instead, Seokjin begin to pack up. Taehyung stood in awe as the others narrowed their eyes.

"Jungkook, go home..." Yoongi sighs roughly, lowering his head with a woeful expression. "You've done enough for tonight. Give me your bags."

Jungkook was shocked at the sudden dejecting of Namjoon. "What? No! I'm going back-," His voice faltered as Yoongi grabbed his backpack and ripped the contents out of it. "Let-Let go of my shit!"

Yoongi paused, his face contorted in a fiery glare as the veins in his arms protruded from his skin in anger. "... Yoongi?" Jimin asked, concerned. The man slowly walks over just as Yoongi begun to lower down to his knees. His hands frozen inside the bag.

"... What is this?" Yoongi icily asks, "What- What is this, Jungkook?!"

"What's what?!" Jungkook shouts, "Why're you yelling at me-"

Yoongi covered his face with one of his hands, beginning to laugh into his palm sickeningly. Sarcastically. He laughed till he was out of breathe, his face reddening and tears erupting in the corners of his eyes.

"... Stay behind me," Seokjin stepped in, standing in front of Jungkook cautiously.

Taehyung sighed irritatedly and rubbed his temples in frustration. He sits on the couch, "Why are you all fucking fighting?"

"What have you done to my brother, Seokjin?" Yoongi continued to laugh as his lips trembled down, but he forced a crooked smile instead. "Look what you've done."

Yoongi pulls out a pistol out of the bag. Somehow, it wasn't out of the ordinary in their situation, but that was wrong. It was all wrong.

"... You were planning on murdering a man tonight, weren't you?"

"That doesn't mean anything, that's just for safety purposes-"

Yoongi laughed again, it gurgled out his dry throat. "Jjang never taught you how to use a gun and either did I," he says, "... Tell me the truth."

"I can't use a gun for self defense?!"

"C'mon Yoongi, it's just a gun," Seokjin says, shaking his head. "He wasn't going to use it-"

Yoongi pointed the gun towards Seokjin and shot. Smoke came out the muzzle.

"Jesus Christ, Namjoon!" Taehyung shouts throughout the hallway. "Get out here and control your men!"

There's no reply. The door stays locked.

"YOONGI!" Jimin shouts, trying to grab the gun. "You're going to kill the both of them- Taehyung! Get the gun away from him!"

"I'm not going in the crossfire!" Taehyung scoffs back, "It's a family argument, if that man has any common sense he isn't actually going to hurt his own brother."

Yoongi pulls the trigger again. Smoke comes out. Again and Again.

Jungkook flinches as the sound screams in his ears, echoing throughout his thick skull. He stumbles back, and falls hard onto the wooden floor. Covering his ears in pain. "S-Stop! Stop! Hyung!"

Seokjin's shoulder is grazed by one of the bullets and he grunts in pain. Covering his wound, and smelling the smoke radiated from the fast burn. "Yoongi-"

Yoongi managed to miss the two of them, and Jimin puts him in a choking headlock. Yoongi chokes under his grip, his hand shaking manically as he continues to shoot till his face turns blue. "Let go of the gun!" Jimin yells, squeezing the man's esophagus tightly. "You'll pass out!"

He manages to shoot the wall with all five bullets. Yoongi releases empty the magazine from the gun and knock Jimin straight in the jaw with it. Jimin immediately loosens his grip in pain to hold his jaw, and Yoongi lets out an exasperated breath.

Jungkook is wavering. His posture as deducted to one of a terrified little boy's. His knees are tucked into his chest as he covers his ears. There are tears in his eyes. "St-Stop, stop!" He repeatedly says.

Yoongi slides the gun towards his younger brother. Staggering to get up with a light head. "... You could kill an entire family with this, so don't tell me it's just a gun," he pants, wiping his damp cheeks. "I didn't raise you to be a murder, don't you ever fucking dare disrespect Namjoon and I with this bullshit of an act. Pull this gun on anyone and it's over."

"He said it was for self-defense, Yoongi!" Seokjin yells, slouching his shoulder in pain. "You almost killed us."

"The ones needing self defense is that man you were going to rob and his entire family!" Yoongi hisses, grabbing Seokjin's backpack away from him and dumping all of it on the floor. "If you were fucking smart enough you wouldn't need a gun to rob someone."

"I'm sorry, okay?" Jungkook cried, "I'm-I'm sorry, Hyung-"

"I'm not your brother," Yoongi spat in anger. "I've had enough of your actions. Mama would be disgusted after what you've become. Till you figure out how to redeem yourself, you're not my family."

Jungkook's eyes widened in regret as he looked at Yoongi. "W-What? Hyung, please don't say that-"

"Don't come home," Yoongi says coldly, "Taehyung, Jimin, and I are going to finish their fight, so we can bring things back to the way they use to be."

"You're not the leader-"

"You were too fucking drunk to be one, and look where we ended up, Seokjin!" Yoongi tsked, and looked at Jimin to indicate to get ready. "If you want to be useful, you two stay here and watch over Namjoon."

Jungkook saw his brother as a stranger and so did Yoongi. The younger begin to cry, reverting to the little kid he was once again. He kept mumbling apologies as his hands till covered his ears.

"... Let Namjoon get rest, understand?" Taehyung says, helping Jimin pack. "He's not coming out to fix your messes any more."

"It's the least you can do."

[unedited]