The story of our love

Chapter XXVII

* Things start to get a little tense now*
Minho's POV

Everything was going  amazing between us. 5 months went quick and now was time to get back to South Korea to celebrate New Year there. School was going pretty good and our relationship was getting stronger. And we also loved Japan. After 12 we were going to Taeyang's club to celebrate the New Year there. I got ready and the  called Bora if she was ready so that i could pick her up.

- Hey, you little one, are you ready?

- I am. Are you?

- Yes, ofc. I am on my life my way to pick you up.

- Ok.

- Oppa loves you! I said and shut down the phone.

When i arrived she was waiting on the door. Bora was wearing a short dress, very very short, a leather jacket and  high heels. It was the first time in so long seeing her hair tied up. She had done a messy bun and had wore some huge circular earrings. And not to mention a hand full of rings. She opened the door and got in.

- Isn't that dress too short!

- Well, hello to you too.

- Are you trying to look badass?

- aha, well since you look badass i should look badass too.

- Ok, hun. But be careful there.

We arrived at the club. I opened the door and grabbed her hand. She gave me a little smirk and we head our way towards the club. She was looking around and her eyes stopped somewhere. 

- Wooh, Zico oppa!

- Where?

She run through the crowd and hugged him. Sometimes i envy zico. She gets really happy when she sees him and she talk on phone for hours with him when we were in Japan.

- Hey, man!

- Hey, Minho! What's upp?

- Nothing much!

-Look who's heree? - we heard a voice. It was Teyang's drunken voice.

- Minoooo andd ....

- Bora. - i said

- Ahh, yes Bora. Nice to meet you officially.

Taeyang came closer to my ear.

- For her the bet was worth it.

- Don't bring the bet up or i will kill you.

Taeyang left a huge (evil) smirk on his face. Bora didn't saw anything . she was talking with Zico, ofc.

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Later on. Everyone was dancing and drinking.

- Opppa! I want sth do drink!

-  Stay here and do not move. Okay?

She nodded as i left to get some drinks.
Bora's POV

I was waiting for Minho to come and then i saw taeyang coming towards me.

- Hi! - i said to him

- Well, Minho always gets the good girls. - he said.

I didn't know if i should be offended but i didn't give him much attention since he was complety drunk.

- Are you that good? I mean you drove him crazy, right?

I was trying to get away from that crazy freak but he grabbed my hand. I got scared. Neither Minho or Zico were there.

- Let me go, bustard!

- Let you go?! You went easy on Minho right. - He pulled me towards him self and started touching me. I fought back but he was so tough.

-Minhoo!

- That's how you scream his name?

I heard his evil laugh messing with my ear. Tears fell down as i was looking around for some help.

- Taeyanggg, you motherfucker what the hell are you doing?

At that moment i felt relieved. Minho had come. Taeyang let ne go and in a second he went down. I didn't understand what happened but then i realized that Minho hit him.

- Fuck!

Taeyang got up again but as soon as he got up he felt on the floor again.

- Well, Minho? I didn't know you liked the bet girl so much?

Taeyang said as he looked at me. I was looking at him too. And then to Minho.

-Bet?! - i asked.

- Thay's right. He put a bet on you.

Taeyang got up, but Minho didn't hit him this time . he was looking at me , powerless.

- Is that true?!

minho still wasn't moving.

- Sooo, it's ture. Aish, you piece of shit.

I felt some huge arms hugging me. My tears fell down.

- Don't cry. I am here!

Those arms pushed me out of the club. Then i heard footsteps following us.

- Bora?!

- It's over . minho. Go away I don't want to see you anymore.

- Bora !!

- You heard her. Go away. Even if you come near i won't let her see a inch of you.

- Zico, man please ?! You know me!

- I didn't know you enough tho. Now get the fuck off.

Zico said as he closed the car's door. The car started moving. I saw Minho looking at me but i didn't bothered myself looking back at him.