The huge man pinned me against the wall, to very simply describe him you could compare him to the looks of Dwayne Johnson aka the rock aka A FUCKING PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER. And I'm just, a normal, person.

In short.

I don't stand a motherfucking chance.

"Awh, am I making you scared? I won't hurt you, that much." He said. You already broke my wrist what the fuck do you mean won't hurt me?

"HAH, me? Scared of you?" I chuckled.

"You aren't scared of me?" He tilted his head, raising his eyebrows, of course I'm not scared.

I am fucking✨terrified✨

"It's dangerous for such a pretty girl to walk alone, even during the day. God knows what might happen to you..."

"God knows what I might do to you." He snickered, now I'm gonna be very extremely honest. I didn't understand a single thing he said. All I heard was pretty girl.

Why thank you I hear that all the time- not the time to joke Yeseul.

He suddenly grabbed my cheeks with one of his chunky ass hands, leaning closer, no no no no what do I do? What can I do to get away without him crushing me with those muscles? Ah JUST DO ANYTHING YESEUL.

"Oh fuck."

I gulped at his chuckle, not fazed by the slap I had just threw onto his cheek. But hey at least I saved myself from an unwanted kiss from a man with literally everything double sized except his paper thin lips like, where are they really?

I looked down at his pinky finger, oh my god, isn't that- my- ring. What bullshit luck is this?

"I got lucky today, I found this on the floor, should I gift it to you habibi?" He asked. Why does he talk so fast? I can barely understand what he's saying.

"U-uh, yes?" I agreed to what he was saying since I heard him say gift, and you. Is he gonna 'gift' me my own ring back? I can't take this situation seriously.

"Even with foreigners all you girls are the same, as soon as you see gold your intentions change." He said, thinking about something.

"If you want it, beg for it."

I understood that fully. Beg my foot.

"Who does this dickhead of a man think he is? Beg? Kill me instead why don't you? Fucking asshole, bitch. Motherfucker-"

"Speak english woman, it sounds like you're swearing and that doesn't suit such a pure face." He lifted up my chin, with his finger. This action reminded me of a coward I had almost forgotten about. Jimin.

He literally fled, leaving me alone. He could've taken me with him BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOO. He pushed me towards that hulk and sprinted for his life.

Pussy.

"I'm bored." He said, before pulling out a pocket knife. He lightly dragged it down my chest, and I just had to be wearing a low cut blouse.

*Sirens*

"You fucker!" He got scared, his hand flinching making him accidentally slit a deep cut down my chest. I hissed in pain seeing him about to run away before I went and stopped him. He raised his eyebrows confused at my bold action.

I grabbed his hand and yanking that poor ring off of his finger before, literally. And I mean literally, teleporting FAR FAR AWAY from that scary man.

While I was running like the flash I was interrupted as my swollen poor wrist was pulled into an alleyway, scaring the lights out of me.

"Relax wifey."

Wifey?

WIFEY?!

"YAH PARK JIMIN YOU FUCKING WASTE OF A HUMAN." I screamed in his face.

"Wah, I don't think you understand how lucky you are that the man didn't kill me. I would've haunted your ass with my dead soul and never let you sleep in peace. Thank god the police arrived." I sighed.

"Police? Babygirl that was all me." He chuckled, pulling out his phone and speaker that had the sirens of a police car playing on youtube.

"Yah. YOU COULD'VE JUST TAKEN ME WITH YOU IF YOU WERE GONNA SAVE ME ANYWAYS." I yelled. So annoyed at this stupid situation. I haven't screamed so much in so long, and of course Jimin's the reason behind me ripping my vocal cords in anger.

"You know what, ok, I'll let you hit me. I deserve it, you can slap me if you want, just give me a heads up before so it hurts less-"

"Wah, I feel great now." I happily breathed out, walking away calmly even though inside I was shitting myself since what I intended to be a slap turned into a punch, with twice as much power as I was going for.

"Why not show this strength before? To someone who was actually deserved it." Jimin said, holding his cheek, catching up behind me.

"I DID. I slapped him and he literally stood there as if a feather touched him. Guys built like a rock." I replied.

"See I wouldn't stand a chance against him anyways, aren't you glad I played it safe? If I stayed and tried to save you I would've just been beaten into shit, and you didn't get hurt that badly." He shrugged. For the pervert he is, I'm surprised he hasn't glanced down at my chest to see the intense bleeding I was trying to cover.

"But you wouldn't mind getting beaten up for someone else in that position." I sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"Would you have ran away and played it safe like that if it was Seulgi?" I asked him, tilting my head to look him straight in the eyes.

"Huh?" He was surprised at my sudden question.

"Would you have said that Seulgi didn't get hurt 'that badly' if she had a cut down her chest and a broken wrist?" I questioned again.

"What." He said, noticing the blood seeping through the thin silk material and my swollen wrist. He grabbed my other wrist and started pulling me somewhere.

"Where are we going?" I spoke tiredly, seeing he was going in the opposite direction of our house.

"To the hospital dumbass."

•••••••••

They put a cast around my wrist, luckily it wasn't fractured and just really badly sprained. I would just have to take care of it a bit, and for my cut. Oh god, they did stitches and stuff wow I've never been in so much physical pain.

"Ready to go?" Jimin asked.

"Surprised you're still here." I replied since everything took a couple of hours, and knowing Jimin's patience he should've just gone home after a bit.

"Let's go, you're probably tired." He said, as we both walked out the hospital. Luckily it was in walking distance from our bungalow. Of course my parents picked a good location for us to stay. But wow, on the first day? All of this? Man we haven't even had lunch yet...

"Here." Jimin handed me a bag. I looked inside to see some pain killers and, my favourite chocolate.

"I bought it while they were doing the stitches.  You said you were hungry hours ago and didn't get to eat. Have it." He said, avoiding eye contact.

"Thank you."

I opened it with my teeth since, one of my hands are in a cast. I broke it in half, giving Jimin the smaller half because literally who is ever that nice.

"I'm allergic to chocolate." He lied, giving it back to me.

"Damn, just say you don't want it. Why lie to someone who's literal job has been to take care of you for the past 5 years?" I chuckled, seeing him get embarrassed.

I regretted the questions I asked him before. It made it sound like I was jealous of Seulgi unnie and I swear that's not the case. I'm glad he did end up helping me out, I just wish he would've done it differently. I don't even know what I was thinking when I questioned him. Why did I wish he would say no? Why did I hope he would tell me that he would do the same no matter who it was?

"Yes." Jimin said out of the blue.

"Hm?" I looked at him.

"Yes, I would change what I did if it was Seulgi noona." He said.

"I already know. It's ok, anyone would prioritise the person they actually give a shit about." I patted him in the shoulder trying not to show that his words stung. He grabbed the hand I was patting him with and pulled me close.

"Yah."

"Why do you keep making it sound like I hate you?"