Namjoon's POV:-

It's been late and I am not even drunk. I feel good, I guess the fruity drink was relaxing.

Moreover, from the time I'm here, I've been looking at the chestnut-haired girl which might be freaking her out because I'm bad at this. She'll surely slap me thinking I'm a pervert if I sit here for a few minutes more.

I took my coat, hugged Zee and was about to leave when I heard a girl scream.

I was near the men's washroom. The party was still on but just a few steps away from them, I saw some men gathered and that's where the voice came from. I went towards them.

There were five men and a woman standing in between, her back was facing me and she seemed familiar.

One of the men pulled her hair clip and the other snaked his hand around her waist pulling her towards him, they were harassing, touching her, the minute she turned around, I was shocked.

It was Jane, the same girl who I was peering at. Her eyes were red, she seemed sad and kept struggling to push those men away.

One of those men pushed the skinny boy who was standing with her as he tried to help.

"Don't touch me. Leave me alone," she begged. Nobody tried to help nor did people care even if they saw. She was powerless.

I didn't want to get into this but I saw one of them trying to touch her butt and something got into me.

I just pushed the crowd away and punched the man's face who was about to touch her. "Who the hell do you think you are," he said and punched me back, I threw a kick on his stomach which made him bend down.

The other men gathered around me and pulled me away from the man I was quarrelling with and I knew this was going to get messy but all of a sudden, they stopped. Jane wasn't around anymore.

Those men pushed me away and went towards the back exit where they thought she must have gone.

She would be in danger, I decided to run behind them to save her but, that skinny boy stopped me whispering, "She's safe, she went out from the back exit." He pointed at the door. My nose was bleeding. The boy handed me some tissues as I went towards the exit cleaning my face.

Jane's POV:-

This place is horrible but I don't have any option or else I would have left since long. "Why do things like this happen to me? Do I look like a slut that those drunkards jumped on me?" I thought to myself, tears rolled down my cheeks.

I wish I had some money, I would graduate. I wouldn't have to work here anymore but honestly, this hasn't happened for the first time.

Since Elijah sir left for some work to Bangkok, there is nobody in the bar who takes care responsibility of anything and therefore, a lot of fights take place.

Mom on the other hand is busy working with Elijah sir. We are anyways running out of money, very soon we'll be thrown out of the apartment as well, I can't lose the job.

I came out of the washroom and stood near the window of the stairs wiping my tears. I wanted to go home but if I do, Elijah sir's assistants would reduce money from my payment and I can't let that happen.

I fixed my hair, wiped off the tears and was about to get back to the bar when someone pulled me back gripping my wrist.

A man in a black hoodie with a mask on his face. He dragged me off from the entrance to the stairs. "Heyy, wait, what are you doing?"

I tried to pull back but it didn't help. His steps halted but he didn't turn back to face me. 

The next moment, he pinned me to the wall as he was now, towering me. There wasn't any space between us, I gulped and lifted my lashes to look at the man and suddenly I realized that this masked guy is the same pervert who was staring at me since long.

He held me tighter, he was looking at the other side and my head was buried in his chest. I could hear his heart beating fast.

Endless thoughts rushed in my mind, "Does he think I'm a mistress or a slut?" That's the reason he's got me here in this place away from the bar.

A couple was making out at the corner, I couldn't stop thinking what this man wanted from me. He was looking elsewhere but as his gaze fell on me, he pinned my wrists above my head to the wall as his face was now just a few inches away from mine and
I was hidden by his frame.

"What is your problem? You pervert, get off me." I shuttered trying to free from his grip.

I tried to shove him but instead of moving away, he applied pressure to my wrist making me whimper.

He cupped my cheek and grabbing my nape, he lowered to my height and shifting his mask and crashed his lips on mine.

His warm lips touched mine, at first, the kiss was soft but later, his grip on my wrist tightened as he forced his lips on mine and started to kiss me roughly.

I pushed him away trying to catch my breath but with the same pace, he kissed me boldly, deeper and deeper as his slender fingers cupped my face.

I was pinned against the wall, his hand was on my nape pulling me closer to his face. The kiss felt soothing yet harsh. I could taste something fruity as he brushed the tip of his lip on mine.

"What's happening?" My inner goddess smirked. I quickly got back to my senses and pushed him away yelling, "What the hell are you doing? Get off me."

I didn't see his face properly since the lights were dim. He stood at a distance away from me, his eyes were piercing into mine. I tried to run away from there but he caught me by my waist pulling me towards him.

"Listen to me, I tried to save--", I cut him off as I couldn't stand him anymore. "Don't touch me. All men are the same, just because you come to a bar doesn't mean every woman who works here is the one you can sleep with."

I yelled trying to free myself from him but his grip tightened as he pulled me towards him, my head bumped in his chest.

Tears pooled in my eyes. I was anyways frightened because of those pricks. I had no idea what this man wants from me.

I joint my hands in front of my face begging him to leave me alone and pleaded, "Let me go, I am not what you're thinking. I just work here, that's all. I am not a prostitute."

Unexpectedly, he loosened his grip. I didn't even look at him, I wiped my tears and ran away.

I needed a break. I can't take this, everyday somebody tries to harm me, how many times will I save myself?

Namjoon's POV:-

Those men were again entering the bar and this girl, she was about to get in too. I couldn't leave her or else, she'd get caught and those people would fetch her again.

The minute I saw her exiting the washroom and going back inside, I pulled her away and hid her with my body pinning her to the wall and since she was talking too much, I had no options to shut her up so, I kissed her because I knew those goons wouldn't disturb people doing that as there were a few others as well and I didn't have time to explain the situation.

I did it so that she could be saved and instead of thanking me, she thought I was trying to harm her.

I wanted to protect her from those people who were trying to get her but instead, she thought I was trying something terrible.

I shouldn't have kissed her but at that moment, it was important or else, she would have been hurt by those men.

A few minutes later, I left the place and was walking on the freeway. The bleeding had stopped, my nose was fine but my mind kept playing those moments that I spend with that girl again and again.

"I was just trying to save her," I thought to myself but she kept saying that she isn't a prostitute. I didn't think of it either. She even begged me to leave her.

I chewed on my lip pondering over it., She called me a pervert twice or maybe more. But wait, why is this affecting me so much?

Maybe because I hurt her. She needs money and that's the reason she's working there and now I'm overthinking.

It was midnight, I had to wake up early and get to work tomorrow. I got in a taxi and took off.

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A/N:-

An awkward situation, ain't this!!!
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