❝Anger Issues❞
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HE PUSHED ME AWAY FROM THE MAN, glancing back. I quickly hid behind him, my hands gripping the material of his shirt out of a instinct. He didn't flinch. I glanced up at him—he's always cold, but ready to save me. Even if I want, I can't hate him.

"Who are you now?" I was dragged out of his trance by the unknown man's loud pitched voice—he seemed annoyed. "I'm the owner of this bar. Aren't you aware that weapons are prohibited here?" Jungkook's voice was calm as he said those words. I slowly batted my lashes in confusion—owner? Did he say he's the owner? I don't understand what they're talking about—I thought, looking up at the tall man.

The man's eyes seem to have twitched, as if his soul left his body. However, he decided to to stand strong again, his eyes turning back to the vile ones, he chuckled. "So? I'll leave. Let me have her first." His eyes moved to me—he gave me a nasty look, "Why? There are many girls out there who are willing to spend their time with you."

He smirked, "But she's Asian, a new experience." What is he even saying?—Jungkook gritted his teeth. "Why are you even protecting her? Let me have her, and I'll leave." He grinned, "Do you even know who she is?" Jungkook asked, his face as blank as a white canvas, just the same look he gave me when we first met.

Maybe it's hate. Maybe this look shows his hate. I looked up at him, so he doesn't hate me anymore?—the man raised his brows, the pointer of his gun sloppily hanging around his fingers. "Another girl in a bar? Drunk? Lonely?" He smirked, Jungkook chuckled deeply, his back vibrating. I could just see the side of his face—what if he's trying to sell me to him?—my grip around his shirt got tighter as my thoughts went wild.

"Nope."

Jungkook smirked odious(ly) at him, "You fu*ker, she's my wife." I didn't understand what he said, but the man's expression turned pale—what did he even say to him?—I thought, my eyes batting in confusion. "Wh-What?" He asked, his gun dropping to the floor.

The customers turned to the scene, Jungkook licked his lips, tilting his head. "You're so dead." He clenched his jaw, walking forward. I watched in confusion, not understanding what he was doing—until he punched him. My eyes widened in surprise, my feet froze to the ground, my heart was racing inside my ribcage.

They're fighting—the man quickly gave him a glare, walking towards him to give him a punch, my mouth gaped as I watched Jungkook just slightly flinch in pain, he looked up again, his eyes turning darker as he picked the gun up from the floor, shooting next to the man's head.

My heart sank to my stomach, the man's gasp rang in my ears. "You—" He reached up, pointing the gun towards the man's head, his finger moved to the trigger.

No—I quickly ran to them, standing right in front of Jungkook—I held his hand tightly, his cheek was swollen, and the side of his lips were red. Why do you always get hurt?—I frowned, shaking my head at him. "No.. Don't do that." I barely whispered to him, his eyes stared into mine, as if they could communicate well. He swallowed, his hand falling by his side. I was pushed towards him by the force of his hand falling, I snatched the deadly object from his hand.

"Ma'am." I turned to face another Korean man, dressed in a formal black suit. He gave me a concerned look, "Is he okay?" He asked, glancing back at Jungkook, before he looked at me, I nodded my head lightly. "But I think he's hurt." I said, pointing towards the man, knocked-out on the floor.

"Don't worry about him. I know just how to deal with trashes like that." He fixed his suit, snapping with his fingers. Two men appeared by his side, "Please escort this trashcan out, and make sure he doesn't live a well life." I knitted my brows at the cruel sentence. "No." They all turned to me, "Yes?" The man gave me a warm smile.

"Let him live peacefully." I said, smiling at him. "Huh? But he—" I shook my head, "It's okay to forgive, he deserves a second chance." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Kind people these days." He nodded, "Alright, as you say."

I turned to face Jungkook, whose eyes were at the ground, "Are you okay?" I asked him, trying to touch his shoulder. He flinched away, glaring at me, "Yes." He said, turning to the man. "Mr Kim, please escort her to the lounge." He said, holding my hand as he got it out of his. He looked down at me, "Go with him." He said, sighing. "But what about y—" He shook his head at me.

"I'm fine, go." He said, turning from me. "But you're bleeding—" I held his hand. He clenched his jaw, yanking my hand away as he turned to face me once again, "I said I'm fine, leave!" I flinched at his loud pitched yell, my heart racing again.

"The bar is closed now. Kick these people out." He turned to the man, his expression annoyed.

"And you," He turned to me, glaring,

"Leave."

Mr Kim quickly nodded, holding my shoulders, he whispered into my ear, "Let's leave." He pulled me out with him, his arms securely around my shoulders. He opened the door to the black car, I sat inside,

"Ah, I'm already sobered up." I chuckled to myself, shaking my head. He sat inside, "Don't worry, he's cruel sometimes; but he isn't a bad person." I nodded at his statement—because I knew.

"Anyway, I'll leave you back to the lounge, you should rest, aren't you tired?" He asked, starting the car. I leaned back on the seat, my eyes closing,

"A lot."