jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

n i n e t y f i v e [M?]

Hoseok waved goodbye to the three boys after they spent majority of their day catching up and helping him keep up to date. But nobody told him about Yoongi and Jungkook's fight, nobody told him how Yoongi was. He wanted to know everything, but he didn't want to push it. It saddened him, not being able to see Yoongi's face right away.

The three others went back to the house. Namjoon sighed softly, feeling guilty leaving Hoseok but he knew the patient wasn't ready to come home yet. He unlocked his front door, pushing it open to reveal a crowd of women crashing inside his living room room and couch.

Seokjin frowned in confusion, walking inside behind Namjoon. Jungkook's eyes widened, not stepping inside till the older ones did. "... What the hell," Seokjin whispered.

Namjoon's first aid kit was scattered all over the house. There were women passed out on his couch, some are chatting on the floor, some crying in each other's arms. "... Who are you?" One woman occupying the first aid kit spoke up, she was patching up another girl. "You shouldn't be here."

"I'm the owner of this house," Namjoon states, frowning softly before crossing his arms. "I should be asking who you are."

"... Name's Daeun," She says, "... Wait, I've seen you before... You're Mr. Kim's secretary-"

"Namjoon. And I'm actually not," Namjoon shakes his head, "I'm sorry, but where is he?"

"... He let us stay here till it's safe," She says, "We never met to impose on you. He's in that room over there."

She points to the room right down the hallway. It was Namjoon's bedroom.

"... Seokjin, help take care of the girls," Namjoon says, looking at the closed door in concern. "Jungkook, take the car keys and get some groceries. Here's some money."

"... But, I don't have a license," Jungkook says, hesitating to grab the car keys and money.

"It doesn't matter, I trust you enough," Namjoon nodded reassuringly at Jungkook before leaving without a word. Walking to his bedroom door in a fast pace.

"I'll help," Seokjin looked at Daeun, and began to ask the other women if they needed aid. Jungkook gulped nervously before going back outside and closing the front door.

Namjoon knocked softly on the door, leaning the side of his face against it. "... Taehyung," he says, "It's me, open up..."

For a minute, nothing happened. Then, the door opened slowly, Taehyung's hand pulls on his wrist. Bringing him inside, and closing the door shut quickly.

"Tae-"

"Don't talk."

Namjoon's back is pressed back against the door. His chin is lifted up quickly, he could clearly smell and feel the touch of blood being smudged against his chin and jaw. He couldn't see Taehyung's face, but the other smelt like sweat and murder.

Taehyung cupped his cheeks and pressed his lips against the other's clean ones. His own blood mixing into his saliva, and Namjoon could taste the metallic aroma of it. Taehyung breathed in his scent, shifting his hand over to the nape of his neck and grabbing the lower strand of Namjoon's hair. Pulling them aggressively down causing Namjoon to tilt his head up.

Namjoon's flustered. Unable to move himself from the sudden force. He simply closes his eyes, judging by the way Taehyung was shaking: it felt like the other needed this. It was okay though,bhe knew Taehyung wasn't going to hurt him.

Taehyung pulled his lips away for a moment. "Jump up for me," he whispers, his eyes lowered as he taps the back of Namjoon's thigh. He's leaning close to the other's jaw, his lips brush against his jawline.