K i m  J i n h e e

A small whimper left my mouth when I woke up with a twinge in my neck. My vision was blurry. I wanted to move but was surprised to find that both of my hands and legs were tied firmly to the chair that I was sitting on.

I could feel sweats dripping from the side of my face. The air around me was choking and suffocating me. Where am I? I wondered and looked around. I saw some gymnasium and sports equipment; Hula loop, Basketballs, Baseball Bats etc. I guessed I was in the storeroom.

"Oh, you are finally up?"

My head snapped so fast to that specific voice, whom I believed was the person that brought me here. My eyes narrowed as I glanced up at him.

"I know it's you," I grumbled as I tried to gather myself up. Bastard Minhyuk.

"Oh, you know? Great! I guess we do have some chemistry, don't we?" He cooed as I could hear a hint of amusement molded in his voice.

Chemistry my butt. I really felt like slapping that irritating smirk of his. I sighed and bit my lips, holding the anger inside.

"Okay, jerk. So, tell me what do you want now?" I gave him an aggravated look. It seemed like he was not alone. I counted the other guys behind him.

Six. He sure has a big group of friends. Bringing his so-called friends, I guessed he was really a coward.

"Revenge, of course," he stated the obvious and smirked.

Oh.

"You wanted to plop back ice cream on my head?" I asked absentmindedly.

"Of course not, woman." He scoffed at my answer and played his finger on my chin.

"Then?"

"If you ever messed with me, you'll get something much worse than what you did." He whispered in my ears, smirking again.

To tell the truth, I wasn't petrified at all by the situation I was in right now. I couldn't remember how many times I had been facing the same situation, over and over again. Just because of President Kim Jong Pil, my lovely father.

"I see that you're not as excited as I am," he teased when I didn't answer him.

"Should I?" I raised my eyebrow, still wearing the poker face of mine.

"You should, because we're going to have fun," he emphasized as he gave me an evil look, his eyes skimming down my body.

I froze at his words. I think I knew what was going to happen next because a glint of lust was evident in his eyes.

"You're sick." I scowled, looking at him with much hatred.

"Since your body is really my type, I think I'm just going to enjoy this with my men." He licked his lips and started to remove my ribbon. He then moving next to undo my first button. I gulped in nervousness, yet I masked a casual look.

"Why do you have to hurt Soojung?" I asked a sudden question, hoping he would stop whatever he was doing. His sharp eyes looked up at me as his smirk slowly turned into a grimace.

"Can't you see? I'm just playing with her, even though it's not worth my time." He shrugged lazily.

"You shouldn't be smiling at times like this, you know," he warned me when I couldn't contain my mocking smile.

"You said that she's not worth your time. Then, what will worth your time?"

"Doing this to you."

I clenched my jaw after a sudden force left a big impact on my left cheek. I was taken aback, so I was quiet for a while, trying to process what had just happened. Then, it finally hit me.

He. did. not. just. slapped. me.

"Just shut the fuck up bitch. Talk again and you're dead," he spat and pulled my hair, showing his ill-temper.

I closed my eyes and shuddered to the pain he exerted, at the same time, I breathed in and out, trying really hard to remain calm in a situation like this. I swear this bastard is not getting away.

He was about to tear my uniform away when a loud voice yelled outside the door.

"OPEN UP!"

It sounded like more than one person were banging on the door. Minhyuk signaled his men to block the door.

"I SAID OPEN UP THE FUCKING DOOR!"

I could see the useless guys were struggling with the strong force that was fighting over them.

Suddenly, the locked door burst opened, showing the fierce faces of Bangtan Boys, and I noticed Kim Taehyung was the most furious one.

As if in a slow motion, they started throwing punches, kicking and wrestling each other, while I was still being tied to the chair; observing.

I was knocked out of my trance when I felt someone untied the ropes. "Soojung! Suzy!" I was more shocked to see them, when did they sneak in anyway?

"Hurry! We need to get out of here!" Soojung shout-whispered, while Suzy looked panicked. Looking at her almost teary eyes, I knew she was scared as hell with this kind of situation.

We avoided the guys who were still brawling. On the way out, I helped the Bangtan boys by kicking the men's popliteal and that made them kneel down.

"Are you okay?" Soojung asked in a worried tone as she scanned my body. She saw that my button was undone and she quickly buttoned it while Suzy took out a hairbrush and brushed my hair that was looking like a bird's nest.

Wow. Just wow. Everything happened too fast.

"Answer me, Kim Jinhee!" Soojung demanded when I was still trying to sink things into my mind.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm fine," I answered in my calmest tone and was about to give her a smile when suddenly my left cheek throbbed with pain.

"Oh my god. Did he slap you?!" That was the first time ever I heard Suzy shrieked out so loud in disbelief.

"Believe me, I was trying my best not to kill him just yet." I touched my red cheek and frowned.

"Taehyung! Enough!" Namjoon's loud voice brought us back to the real situation.

I hurriedly ran over to them and almost gasped when I saw Taehyung was sitting on top of Minhyuk. He kept punching Minhyuk's bloody face even though he was already half-conscious.

I watched how Bangtan boys kept trying to stop him, but he was like a beast, shoving them away only with one push. Soojung and Suzy looked at him in terror, and I knew exactly what kind of idea was going through their minds.

About Kim Taehyung being the murderer.

I stood still, wondering what should I do. I didn't know what happened in his past. I didn't know what was the truth. But at that moment, I think I knew better that I should stop him because he couldn't be a murderer—not when it was because of me. So, I took my steps closer to him.

"Jinhee, don't!" Jimin tried to stop me but I shook my head and ignored his warning. If I didn't take the initiative, Minhyuk might die in his hands.

"Taehyung!" I called out. I waited for his response but he wasn't even listening.

After a while, all I could hear was only his heavy grunts, not his punches anymore, it was as if his system had shut down on him. He seemed like he couldn't control his own strength.

So I grabbed the chance to walk towards Taehyung and slapped his face. With that, he abruptly stopped and stared at me as a tear managed to escape from his widened eyes. There was too much darkness covering in his eyes, it was a strange combination of hatred and remorse.

He blinked at me, and this time I noticed how his eyes slowly quivered in confusion. He looked so lost for a moment there. Then, ever so slowly, he dropped his gaze as his mouth mumbled a soft 'I shouldn't have done that' repeatedly.

Without thinking much, I pulled him into my embrace and patted his back. His heavy breaths fanned my ears as he tried to compose himself. Hoping it would calm his nerve down, I gently held onto his fist that was covered with much blood.

"It's enough, Taehyung... Everything is going to be okay..." I assured him as I continued patting his back until the trembling stopped. His hard fist slowly loosened from its tight grip, and I could feel he hugged me back.

"Thank you..." He whispered softly in my ear.