Yoongi was so angry. He would probably be able to destroy everything in his studio in a couple of minutes. He had tried to fix his computer multiple times but nothing worked. Even technicians were lost in this case and their final answer sounded - start writing something else...

Sejin somehow knew what happend with Ysa and he wasn't really happy about it. Specifically about Suga's overwhelming reaction.

"What have you done? You fired her? Why?!"

"She destroyed my work."

"Are you sure it was her fault?"

"Unlike you I was there. So what do you think, Sejin?"

"Perhaps it's just silly misunderstanding. I will talk with her."

"Good luck with that. She already left."

"Hey," Sejin roughly grabbed him by his stained shirt. "She's still your PA until I fire her by myself. Is it enough clear?"

"But Sejin-"

"Do you understand me?"

"Yeah...yeah I do."

"So, excuse me but now I'll make up the mess you created. Take a break, Suga. Go home or take your friends for a shot. When I look at you I see that you really need one."

And Yoongi did what Sejin recommended him. A little help from alcohol can't be that bad idea, right? At least for a while he will forget about his terrible lost.

Was today's tragedy also his mistake? Maybe partly. He should definitely save his lyrics on a hard disk. He should be smarter, he should be prepared for such a thread...

"What a poor thing," Hoseok sadly pouted. They were already on their way to the pub. It wasn't safe place at all, but Yoongi knew it better than anyone. "Poor, poor thing, Ms. So!"

"Don't call her Ms. So, it sounds like she's fifty. And don't call her poor neither...she is responsible for this mess. It was only her fault if you don't remember."

"I don't know, Yoongi but it sounds like you want to throw all of these shits on her. Where is that chilly sleepy guy with some swag?"

"Well, Hoseok, where is my work?"

"I know this feeling, hyung, but the world won't end because of it. Bad things happens every day, okay?"

"A many bad things happened to me. I don't want to accept them anymore. It's enough for me."

"At least, I hope you were gentle to her...She is so sweet. Did you yell at her?"

"This is not your business, my dear friend..."

"So you did," he sighed, "you should bring her chocolate or bouquet of flowers. Look how cute and caring she was around the lunch time."

"Don't tell me what I should do. You know-"

"You won't listen to me. Ah, how predictable you are, my dear friend."

"Why this rubbish place again?" Jhope asked after his last sentence, staring at the old seedy pub.

"It reminds me of my past."

"You don't like your past..."

"Nor this stinky pub."

These days was Yoongi thinking mostly about his past. With his hands placed deep in his pockets he continued: "It feels like home, Hoseok. Maybe it was bad as hell but it's still home..."

"Hyung, if you wanna talk-"

"Never. It's just my problem, not yours. So, shall we go in?"

~

Ysa was late because she didn't have a reason to hurry up anymore. She was fired after two days. Two fricking days!
Life was ironically laughing at her and she was now absolutely exhausted. She will cry her eyes out due to her salary lost. Her biggest goal was more distant than ever before.

"I should left that stupid coffee on his table or just leave it somewhere else. Doesn't matter where exactly...Why am I so dumb?!" Her fingers went straight to her wavy silver hair. "I'm just so dumb..."

Her mobile suddenly rang.

"Huh, Mr. Sejin? What does he wants?"

Eventually, Ysa didn't accept the call.

She was on her way to the apartment block where she was living. The dangerous flat in dangerous district. Basically everywhere was settled darkness and black stray cats were hissing from the corners of the streets.

Ysa felt that somebody was following her. Goosebumps run over her skin immediately.

What if...he hurts me? Or maybe they?

She sped up, firmly gripping her bag.

Focus, Ysa. Maybe it's just a drunk homeless...don't care about it.

"Where do you think you're going, missy?" An unknown man stepped in front of her.

"L-leave me alone..."

"Not tonight, missy. Let's have some fun, alright?"

There were two of them. Two absurdly strong and tall men in black clothes with ugly smirks and thirsty throaths. Of course they don't want your money...

They will not abuse me tonight. I can't let this happen! Today was a bad day anyway but this...this is pure madness!

"Don't try to fight us. You know you can't win. Or are you dumb like the other sluts we already fucked?"

"Hm, let's figure it out, gentlemen..."

From where did her braveness came from? Ysa didn't know at all, but she was ready to stand up for her own honor. She won't let them abuse her so easily. No wonder, Ysa was a fighter from a young age and luckily for her, she controled some seriously cool martial arts. Luckily...

"We'll see if your braveness will last till the end of the night..."

"Oh, yeah? Then don't be a softy and start."

She hit one guy right to his stomach, her another kick was precisely aiming for his belt area and the second man fastly ended up muddling on a trash bags.
But unfortunately, they were right - they were quite stronger than her.

The first man grabbed her from behind. His grasp was unbelievably tight and she soon started to feel a pressure on her ribs.

"Let m-me...g-go," Ysa tried to kick him anyway but she lost all of her power.

Shit. I'm in a trap.

"As we said," the second man licked his lips with a tons of playful sparkles in his evilish glare. "You can't win, missy."

"But we can."

A familiar voice stated. "Release her. Now!"

"And who do you think you are?"

"We're her friends, asshole."

Is that...Mr. Hoseok?

The unbearable pressure was slowly crushing her bones, so she couldn't concentrate well. But she knew this unique voice. She would be able to identify it anywhere and anytime.

"Aw, how sweet! You wanna save your bitch..."

"Hey!" Ysa gasped angrily. "Mind your words, dickhead! I may kick you down there right after my friends will beat the shit out of you!"

It was a fight full of violence. Surprisingly, Hoseok was a good fighter. His moves were always on point and even though he was everyone's brightest sunshine, don't forget that sun can be deadly too.
Suga was helping as well and thanks to his interest, they won the contest.

Ysa tried to help too but the rising pain in her chest stopped her. She just whined, holding arm around her torso.

"What is it?" Hoseok asked worriedly.

"N-nothing. I'm fine..."

"Bullshit. What's wrong? What did they do to you?"

Of course, Yoongi was straightforward as usual.

They both still had some blood on their pale faces but not so much.

"Answer me," Suga's voice got much colder. "C'mon. Go ahead."

"Please, Ms. So, tell us the truth so we can help you."

"It's just...my ribs."

"What's with your ribs? Are they broken?"

"Nah, I don't think so. It hurts a bit."

"We'll take you to the hospital, okay? The doctor will certainly fix your injury. I'm sure about it."

"No, no, no. You don't need to. Just accompany me to my apartment, please. I'll be alright."

"No way!" Suga shook his head. "It's obvious, isn't it? You need a proper medical treatment."

"I said I'm fine..."

"Oh, really? So you won't mind if I touch-"

"Ouch, Suga! H-how dare you?!" The pain was alarming, when he lightly pressed his finger tips on her aching ribs.

"Shut up then. We'll go to the hospital. Right, Hobi?"

"Don't worry, Ms. So. We will be with you for all the time." Jhope kindly offered her with a smile.

Ysa embarrassingly lowered her head but she had to agree. She needed a treatment even if she didn't admit it out loud.

"Thank you so much," she whispered for both of them.

~

good morning! 🌆

I hope you enjoyed this chapter full of action and alcohol. Just kidding, it was really light, wasn't it? 🤭

I bet your favourite character in this story is already Hobi...I can't blame you, the same goes for me 🙈❤️

I'm so sorry, guys. You had to wait for many days for this silly update. I will try to improve, but this week's exams were quite challenging for me 👉👈

Stay healthy, safe and happy 🥰🌞