You breathe heavily, sweating all over as your intimidating gaze moves from the guy having deep dimples to the denim guy you met before. 

You glare at him, the way he has hurt you, nothing hurts more than this. The deep cut on your neck is obviously aching. Your pearl necklace, of course, doesn't mean anything to you but the man of his dares to touch your thing.

Your eyes get red, raging in anger as you form your hands into a fist. You look away as your eyes catch the stool and you walk to it.

"Hyung, Don't hurt her, whatever she does." Jimin says standing there as he hit the guard approaching him. "Jimin, Are you crazy?" Namjoon replies. 

"No Hyung, her eyes. Her eyes remind me of someone familiar." Jimin says.

"Jimin she will hurt me and you won't be able to catch her." Namjoon replies.

"Hyung, I want to see her face. Hang in there. I'm coming." Jimin says as he deals with the other guards there.

You pick up the stool of steal, heavy enough to make someone bleed. You go to the guy with deep dimples as you push him back, keeping the stool in front, digging the legs of the stool into his chest.

He steps back because of the force as his hands grip the legs of the stool pushing you back but you just don't stop and your anger gives you strength.

You groan in anger applying your all force as you push him back and he falls back, his back touching the floor. You breathe out heavily, chest heaving up.

You are a quite mess, the long black hair falling messily and all sticking to your face, your body because of sweat. 

You raise up the stool to hit him straight on his head when he is still lying, his bleeding arm making it hard for him to stand up quickly. 

You manage to stand straight with your 6 inches of the heel as you raise up the stool by your both hands but the denim guy approaches and holds your wrist taking the stool from you and throwing it away.

You glare at him. He frowns and says, "We are not here to kill you. Just give up and come with us." You scoff and get your hand out of his grip pushing him away. You hold up your knife at him.

"I never learned to give up." You say and step forward as you know he isn't holding anything to fight back, you get the knife close to his neck to give a cut but he leans back and holds your wrist again to swirl you around.

Your back hit his chest and you can now feel his hard chest, his abs. You can smell the perfume he uses, floral and romantic, with a hint of citrus in it, Orange Blossom by Jo Malone. 

You know how much you hesitated to gain the strength to hold your knife up at him. His hand which was holding your wrist get a command on your hand as your knife is near your own neck now, still in your hands but following the command of the man who is forcing his strength on your hand.

You wiggle your hand to get out of his grip but he is stronger. For the first time in a while, you are feeling weak. You know you've gotten out several times from situations like this but you just can't out of this one. 

It is hard. His arm completely touches your skin, your body is in contact with him and his smell makes you feel dizzy.

Get a grip Y/n. Come to your senses.

You feel the tears filling up your eyes as your vision gets blurry. Your lips flutter as you bite them to control your sobs. You feel like falling on your knees and just crying out first.

You close your eyes as a teardrop fall, falling on his hand. His face is close to your ear as he cocks his head down to see you, "Are you crying?" He asks with concern.

You don't reply but turn your head away from him and sniff your tears. "Let me know who you're." He says as his other hand moves towards your satin scarf.

Fear rushes up to you as you hold his hand with your free hand to stop him from doing that. He forces his other hand to near the knife to your neck as you press yourself against him and apply the opposite force on his hand holding the knife.

His other hand moves to your scarf as you stop him again with your all strength. It is getting hard. His arms are wrapped around you and you are forcing him to get away but he's just getting close to you.

You turn a little to him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he slows down his force because of your sensual touch on his neck. 

You raise up your leg to dig your heels of 6 inches into his Converse shoes, hurting his foot. He groans in pain as his grip on your hand holding the knife still remains tightened and the other loses.

You leave the knife and unknowingly he holds it and you quickly get away pushing him back with both of your hands. It cuts your shoulder and Before he can stumble back he tries to hold your wrist but you just smack his hand and stumble on your own feet falling, hitting your ass on the hard floor.

His eyes widen, the knife in his hand, Your arm is bleeding and You are away from him, on the floor when he didn't even intend to do that. His lips part at the very next moment when you raise up his gun at him. 

It all happened in a matter of seconds and he is too stunned to speak. He checks his pants finding his gun missing as you are holding it up at him. 

He tries to step forward but groans when his foot refuses to move as it aches very badly. You quickly stand up and start walking backwards aiming the gun at him. 

He defends, raising his hands before him trying to calm you down and not to shoot. You walk backwards going away from the middle of the club, getting far away from him.

"Stop right there. My men will try to kill you. Please stop." The very familiar denim guy says as you glare deep into his eyes. You breathe heavily as you look up, above him.

The chandelier above his head, you know it won't kill him. He follows your gaze as he gulps knowing your next move.  You move your gun from him to up, towards the chandelier and shoot the bullets three-four times to make it fall. 

Just when it is about to fall, you turn to go and run towards the exit. 

"Jimin" Someone calls his name as you look back, flickering your eyes. You heard his name and it leaves you dumbfounded. You see him looking at the chandelier as it is about to fall and he is not moving but gaping at it.

You decide to ignore him even after what you heard, the single name alone brings a lot of memories of you back then. You continue running to the exit, turning gradually as you see the chandelier fall and break into pieces, shattering the glasses all over the floor.

Your heart drops to the floor when you couldn't see him and a tear drop from your eyes as you freeze on your spot, searching for him. Your eyeballs are looking crazily for him.

Your eyes finally see him, on the floor, the guy with deep dimples holding him by his arms and turning his face away from glasses so he doesn't get hurt.

His hand before his face as the pieces shatter everywhere leaving a cut on his face, on his cheekbone and a red mark appears. Namjoon saves her at the last moment as they fall back on the floor.

He down his hand, turning his face to you as you unknowingly wait to see him. Your eyes meet again, his intimidating one with yours, which are messed up right now.

Your eyes are red, those black and long eyelashes are soaked in tears and hairs around your face stick to the skin on your eyes and forehead because of the sweat.

But he sees something which you could never realise while staring at him. You blinked once and twice before realisation hit you, you turn away to go, to leave him there for now.

She was concerned. Her eyes told me. 

Jimin keeps staring at you and watches your going figure as you hop carefully because your 6 inches of heel doesn't allow you to run smoothly. 

"Hobi, catch her." Namjoon yells holding his arm. "Hyung, let her go." Jimin says as no one follows you then.

You quickly get out as a black Mercedes stops in front of you as the door opens itself. "Get in fast." Jay cocks his head out to say and shifts in the seat as you hop into the car.

They drive away as you gradually check if they are following you. You lay back once you realise that no one is following.

"Are you alright Y/n?" Jay asks. You close your eyes and untie the satin scarf away and palm your face. You rub your eyes feeling that they are about to well up again.

"Y/n your arm is bleeding." Jay says as he holds your wrist. Your jerk his hand off and look out of the window. "What happened Y/n? Are you alright?" He asks out of concern.

"Can you please stop? Just shut up. You got the velvet box, right? Do you have it?" You ask. "Hmm. Here it is." He shows it off to you.

"Keep it and throw it right on Jungwon's face. For now, just stay quiet." You say. You hold your hair back, tightly gripping them. The rollercoaster of emotions getting high over you.

Jay frowns as he tries to identify what happened to you. He stays quiet. "You know what? Just get into the other car and leave me alone for now." You say as if even his presence is eating you out.

"Y/n..." He says in a low voice in disbelief. "And just tell Jungwon that I will like to meet him and he better has answers to my questions." You say.

"Y/n I gotta ask you something, Did you already know who Scarlet Bulletproofs are?" Jay asks. "I wouldn't have been on the edge of dying today if I knew them. I was about to lose everything." You yell.

Jay nods as he understands you and orders the driver to stop. He gets out of the car and walks to one before yours, getting into it. "To my mansion." You order as the driver starts driving and you look down as your lips tremble.

You see the scarf as you sniff hard and hold it up, bringing it close to your neck and wiping the blood on the deep cut on your neck. 

You see the white scarf getting red by your blood. Tears roll down your eyes as you press your lips, stopping them from trembling as move the scarf to your arm.

It is bleeding too and gladly the cut is given by someone who is the only person who can heal you and you know it better but refuses to admit it.

He can't be him.

No, he can't. He was so soft and kind to me.

God!! It's hurting.

He can't be my Jimin.

The mochi I used to know, he's not him. It's just a coincidence that they have the same name. They are different people. 

My Jimin can't be any mafia. He is abroad to study. No No Noooooo!!

You cry palming your mouth and hiding your face in your hair. You press your cut on the arm as your sobs are getting louder. Tears are flowing like a river. You lay back your head on the seat and look out of the window of the car.

You know that no one from outside can see because of the black windows and you just can't let anyone know that you're crying.

You bit your lips so hard that they start bleeding, but your sobs don't stop. 

"I don't have a diamond ring now but I promise to have it one day and will marry you with that." A boy not older than seven years of age having chubby cheeks that you can stretch enough, says. His eyes were so soft towards you when four years old you just smile looking at the grass ring he made for you.

 He went close to you and first unfolded your arms before pecking at your forehead and tugging your bangs to a side. "Let's go home now. Please, princess." He said with pleading eyes looking deep into your glistening eyes.

"Princess! I hate to be called Princess." You mumble as you cry more, covering your face with your palm.

"Don't touch your eyes with your dirty hands and wash them first after going home." He ordered. You grinned sheepishly at him and said, "Okay!! I won't disobey your orders sir but only you can order me because I don't take orders of others."

"How someone who didn't even let spices touch my eyes can leave a deep cut on my arm? He's not him. He's surely not my Jimin." You convince yourself as you wipe your tears and sniff, controlling the emotions as tears fall again.

"Y/n, Dear listen me carefully." Your dad said when he was bleeding and his head was in your lap. He was taking his last breath and instead of just saying, "I love you my daughter"; He says, "You need to find Jimin. You have to stay safe for him. You need to go to him, my daughter, please." 

You were crying seeing the brutal death of your father in front of you, seeing him in the pool of blood and you shook your head again and again saying, "Appa... Appa, Please. Don't leave me Appa." 

"Appa I will die without you. Stay Alive Appa... I love you Appa, Please!" You said again, crying so hard that your throat hurt but he just said one thing in the last, "You can't die my daughter. You have to stay alive for Jimin, your mochi. You need to go to him, Dear. I promised him." 

"Appa please stop it. Say that You love me. You ain't leaving me. Appa!!" You say, your hands were in blood and all you wanted was for him to sit back and hug you. You wanted him to live. 

"I love you, my daughter." He says before leaving you there with your mother and Jimin alone. His last smile lived for a long time with you. The traumatic moment of which you never thought.

It is making you cry and it's getting harder with each and every second. The car stops as you quickly get out of it and run towards your mansion. You run so quickly straight into the hall as you stop in the middle of it.

The large hall is capable of having numerous people but you just want one to be at your side and he comes out to be the enemy you made yourself. The fact that you're alone, living pathetically with all this luxury.

It feels like the wall of the mansion is mocking you. They are echoing your voice of crying and even if you cover your ears by palming them, you still hear those voices.

"Stop... stop, please. STOP!!" You yell to the walls as you squat down, covering your ears and crying more and more. The hall can be filled with tears if scientific processes such as evaporation and soaking wet-type things do not exist. 

You cry alone in the middle of the big hall under the chandelier, squatting down and the voice of your sobs and muffled breathing echoes in your empty mansion. 

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