INTERRUPTION {MYG}

Part 5

"What's going on here?"

There Min Yoongi stood behind them with the most casual, nonchalant tone to his voice.

Only looking closer would one notice his rigid stance, his shaking fists down at his sides, and the intense anger behind his eyes. Yoongi swiftly moved in between me and the two like a barrier and I exhaled a deep, shaky, relieved breath. I grabbed onto his leather jacket from behind and peeked around the side of him.

"What the fuck, asshole?!" Jack growled, still recovering.

"I'd watch your language," Yoongi coolly replied, cracking his knuckles.

Unnamed brunette boy rolled up his sleeve and wound his arm back, getting ready to strike. "Well, I'd watch your fucking face!"

He swung his arm at Yoongi who easily leaned out of the way and then grabbed brunette's hand, bending it backwards with his own.

Brunette boy writhed and bent his knees in pain. After a few more seconds of holding this position, Yoongi let go and shoved his hands in his pockets. The brunette squealed like a little girl as he carefully grasped his bent wrist.

"Now, I'll only repeat myself once," Yoongi dangerously began. "What's going on here?"

"Why the hell do you care?" wounded brunette boy spat, tending to his hand.

"Seems like you didn't learn your lesson," Yoongi threatened. He took a menacing step forward.

Brunette boy cowered behind Jack who stupidly stood his ground.

"We were just tryna give her the mixed drink she fucking asked for," Jack glared.

"Bullshit."

"What do you mean bullshit?"

"You were tryna drug her."

"Drug her? With what drugs, asshole?" Jack played dumb.

"You keep acting stupid, I'm gonna do a lot more than bend a hand." Yoongi began removing his own hands from his pockets slowly and the two boys backed away carefully.

"Okay! Okay, fine, fuck! Here, whatever, take them!" Jack surrendered and tossed the small pack of white circular pills onto the floor. "Fucking psychopath..."

My jaw dropped and panic set in when my eyes locked onto the pack of drugs. The two boys dashed out of the kitchen, making sure to look back in case Yoongi was on their trails. Yoongi sighed and picked up the pack of white, circular pills, emptying the contents down the sink.

Finally, he turned to me and placed his hands on my shoulders, bending down to my eye level. "Are you alright, Y/N? Did they hurt you?" His dark brown eyes roamed over my body searching for signs of any wounds.

"No, they didn't. Um... t-thank you, Yoongi." My voice came out barely as a whisper, my body shaking in fright of what could've been. I felt tears threatening their way out, but couldn't allow myself to look weak or cry in front of him so I forced myself to hold it together.

"Don't mention it." He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm just glad I walked in on time. You should be able to protect yourself in case we aren't here."

I raised my hand that was still tightly gripping around my pepper spray. My knuckles had gone white from how hard I was holding it. "I was actually about to use this when you showed up."

He smirked. "That's what I like to see." His expression turned serious again. "You promise you're okay?"

I showed him a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. "I promise."