j.a.n.g.m.i • jayhoon

t.h.r.e.e

the fifth time.

"No, no you're too young for this life,
kid." Jay shook his head, rolling
out a map on the jagged table. His fists
bruised and trembling in exhaustion,
though his eyes were fierce and hooded like a lion's. "Run on home now."

"C'mon I can do this," The teenage boy
huffed, a bat dragged against the floor
with his hand. "Lemme be apart of this. My brother's gettin' all the money, I'm a man-"

Jay slammed his aching fists
angrily, turning to the short and
younger boy beside him. "Speak
properly, pull up your pants, and
go home little boy," he growls, spit
accidentally leaving his lips as he grit
his teeth and hissed. "You're seventeen years old. You should be at home studying till your fingers are covered in paper cuts then maybe you might be proud of who the fuck you are. You want to kill yourself, huh? Is that it? You want your mama crying at a funeral, on her knees by your casket because her baby boy died at the age of seventeen- not because of sickness -no, no because you died cause baby boy decided to hold a gun and aim it somewhere he wasn't suppose to. What you're brother got into, it doesn't mean you have to follow too. Little boy, this world isn't meant for you if you don't even know how to handle a fucking gun."

Jay leaned closer, glaring right
into those adolescent eyes. Inches
apart, "This doesn't make you a man.
You're just a kid shooting a bullet
blindly in the dark, Niki."

Niki stepped back a little, silent.
Gripping his bat tightly till his knuckles were ghostly. Jay continues to barricade him, building a thick wall with those soft brown eyes, suffocating him.

Every step, a breath staggers. "You
want this life? You think getting your
hands dirty, bleed till you fill a bathtub, starve cause you're pouring your life into this shit makes you a man? What the fuck do you think this?"

"I-I get it, re-relax," Niki stuttered,
his back hitting the wall. His cheeks
were drained of color, fearful-
Scared.

"So you get it now? Your mama loves
you, Niki," Jay crosses his arms, "Ever think about holding a gun or doing this bullshit again just think about her. Think about how much she of a mess she'd be if she knew what you're doing. Now, go."

The younger ran, ran out the house
- front door wide open. A faint light
shining out from the crooked and
creaky wooden door Jay always
hated. He stopped for a moment,
recollecting his thoughts, breath, body.

Walking over to slam the creaky door
shut.

"No kid is going to live a life like this
under my lead," He huffed, running his fingers through his hair frustratingly.

The radio on the table crackled,
murmuring till the man got closer. "
Bout the pickup. The dealers want to
be posted at midnight, just to be sure
nothing fishy is going on."

Jay snatched the radio off the table, taking a second to reply back. ".. That's fine, make sure they get enough
supplies at the warehouse. Also, make
sure their kids wake up early for
school, Jake. Ill make their lunches and you can pick them up at my place,
I don't want them being hungry at
school. I know they hate school food."

"Will do, boss."