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ch¹⁸- escaping chaos

---.ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎.---

"Y' have a death wish my lad?"

The hall that was buzzing with lazy energy only a few minutes ago, has now fallen into an eery pit of silence. The men who had been drinking and talking, leisurely spread through and around the place, have suddenly become spectators to an event which hasn't even taken place; though it feels like it would, real soon.

Jungkook still stands ever so protectively, shielding me from the dirty gazes of the men around. And even though I can not really see his face, the tense muscles that stand clearly through his worn out shirt are enough to tell me that his features are pulled up, hard and stoic.

"We're leaving, now,"

His grip on my wrist is firm as he pulls me behind him, nearing the door for exit. He reaches his free hand out to pull the open, when my peripheral vision catches abrupt movements, and suddenly I find myself pulled roughly against the wall. The little sharp 'sing' of the knife thrown our way enters my ear as it nearly misses my right lug-hole. I gasp as I watch a few cut strands of my hair fall to the ground where I was a few milliseconds ago, where my corpse would have been, had it not been for Jungkook to remove me on time.

He scrutinizes my body for any signs of injuries, and then heaves a sigh of visible relief when he finds none.

Turning back to JaeYoung, who grins wickedly, Jungkook clenches his fists, when the next words leaving his mouth hit his ears.

"Oops. That was meant for you."

Jungkook is ready to take a step ahead, when I rest a hand on his forearm, gripping it gently to stop him from doing so. He takes a second to glance back at me, and I shake my head in disagreement.

It is not that I doubt Jungkook, not even a bit, even more so, when I have an idea of who he might actually be. I have good faith in him, and time has spoken of his worthiness for it. I just don't want him to be injured or hurt any further than he already is. Moreover, my experience since childhood has shown me that a fight has to and will take away something precious from you.

He sighs, and his shoulder sag down loosely, not in defeat, but in agreement.

"Bloody street junk." He mutters under his breath, yet loud enough for the rest to hear, might I add intentionally. Nervously, I clutch the sleeve of his shirt in an attempt to pull him back.

"Jungkook, let's just leav-"

"Ya' fuckin' brat-"

JaeYoung hurls himself towards us, a pocket knife with Tiger's Eye studded at the hilt being taken out of its case, ready to slash and stab.

In a pace nearly inexplicable, Jungkook grabs hold on the nearest two items perched upon the side table-antique and heavy metal decor pieces-and catapults it at the enraged older man. Gasps and exclamations fill the environment of the Inn once again as he does so.
The solid copper ship makes contact with JaeYoung's face, with an unattractive sound, and JaeYoung stumbles back with a howl expressing his flummox, but chiefly, pain. The ship of a few ten inches in measurement manages to slash his cheek diagonally with its little mast. While it falls down on his toes with a painful 'clang', earning an uncharacteristically high-pitched screech from the afflicted, the other metal item-a brass bowl-soars through the air, making its descent upon an unsuspecting spectator, hitting the man on his shoulder. The unfortunate man groans at the contact, and I watch in horror as his once amused features turn red.

It takes less than a minute for a messy war to start amidst the walls of the Inn. The 'unfortunate' man furiously grabs the nearest object to him-much like Jungkook did-and flings what happened to be a steel glass in the air of some undecided direction. The glass hits a hapless man who happens to be in its way, on his chest, and falls to the ground with a clank. The same man spins around sharply with the same glass in his hand and lobs it back at the 'unfortunate', who is fortunate enough to duck and dodge the utensil this time, but the man behind him isn't.

Following a few seconds, the air of the place is occupied with flying objects being heaved around, a few level-headed people shielding their heads from the rage of the drunken fierce men, and the incoming items airborne.

The situation has me completely flabbergasted, for I had never been to a gathering like this consisting of mainly males. Ducking and hiding behind the protection of my arms, I peep from between the spaces with wide eyes and puzzlement.

This is the embodiment of chaos.

I snap out of my stupor, when I am grabbed by my wrist and pulled behind to follow someone. My first instinct is to resist whoever it is, but I stop, and let myself be dragged out of this place, when my eyes fall upon a familiar broad back.

As soon as we step out of the Inn, I inhale to fill my lungs with fresh air to the brim, having finally tasted the sweet scent of soil after spending a few difficult minutes surrounded by sweaty men. I don't stop, wanting to get away from the place whose walls still vibrates with the noises of crashing, colliding, yellings and colourful abusive words.

It isn't until we reach the opposite side of the square and the Inn, that I hear my name being called out. I turn around with a shaky gasp as I feel a hand settling on my shoulder, halting me. Jungkook takes a ready step with tightened fists to conquer whoever followed us outside.

"HaeJin, you're alive?!"

Jungkook drops his fist.

"Cheol Oppa!"

I throw my arms around him, finally having found a familiar person other than my companion who has my trust, after splitting from my family.

Wrapping his arms around me, he welcomes my embrace warmly.

"W-we thought you h-had, had-" he stutters with tearful wide eyes, after pulling back. He stares at me in disbelief, yet still caressing me on my head. I lean into his touch, tears brimming, having been triggered by the familiar lovely touch that reminds me of my brother.

A sound of annoyance, cuts us out of our trance, and I step back clearing my throat. Glancing at Jungkook, I find his features pulled with scepticism and irritation.

Byeong looks back and forth between me and Jungkook in puzzlement.

"Oppa, this i-is my friend, Jungkook, ", turning to Jungkook, I throw him an indicative look, "And Jungkook, this is Im Byeong Cheol, my brother's dear friend."

"The one you told me about?"

I nod. "The one I told you about."

"I-I can't understand," Byeong shakes his head in disbelief, "I-we saw you. That explosion was massive. H-how did you-" he sighs, cutting his own sentence halfway.

"Let me take you home first. You must be exhausted."

Jungkook stiffens, again.

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