Glitter and Gunshots

Second Chances

Jungkook POV:

My eyes followed Yoongi's stare, my stomach falling instantly at his words. Shit. Mega shit.

Y/n stood there, looking as though all the air had been sucked out of the surrounding train car. She shoved Hoseok off her, releasing the gasping, previously smiling but now frowning boy, and he crawled along the floor till he ran into the coffee table with a soft ouch.

"I swear, this isn't what it looks like—" I began, going to grab Yoongi's arm, but he swiped my hand aside without taking his eyes off the girl.

I swallowed as he stalked towards her slowly, the boys parting for Yoongi to pass through. "Hyung—" I tried again, voice stalling.

Yoongi lifted one pale hand, and I fell silent again. He reached y/n, who's head was raised high, but stance screamed fight or flight mode. I hoped she didn't attempt to do either.

"Hwang y/n... how long have we been looking for you?" Yoongi paced around the girl, eyeing her up and down, taking in the scars and marred skin. He stopped in front of her again, at a respectful distance, but nonetheless causing y/n to take a step back.

"I'm not going to do what you're thinking." Yoongi's face was free of any expression—except, perhaps, boredom as he continued. "I am going to do what we were paid to do, though." He turned around then, and that was his first mistake.

And then—then he had the audacity to say in front of the Program's most fearsome student, "Tie her up, boys. This one's gotta go back. Place her with the cargo."

Y/n's eyes were practically on fire. "Bad choice of words," she breathed, eyes burning into Yoongi's as he peered over his shoulder and began to turn around slowly. She smiled then, as though she were an upper-class man bullying a freshie. "Not cargo."

That's when she burst into action.

The vase from the table behind her was up in the air, then slamming down on where Yoongi was standing in a split second. He just barely evaded the bulk of the blow, the vase only shattering on his forearm as he jumped to the side.

I jumped forward, trying to figure out what to do, just as y/n flipped the frickin coffee table over, sending the tea set flying through the air—

I somersaulted to the side, landing in a catlike position, and looking up—

To see Taehyung, who'd just opened the door with an armful of chip bags and candy boxes, get blasted back from the impact of the teapot smashing against his goodies, then get scalded by the burning tea.

I rolled over, pulling Taehyung up and slamming the train's door behind him so no one else fell out. He was screeching, eyes freakishly wide as he looked down at the tea on his shirt.

"Does it burn?" I asked over the ensuing chaos, leaning down over Taehyung.

He looked up at me, shocked. "She stained the Gucci, Kookie. She... stained the Gucci." With that, the boy was bounding up, fist already drawing back as he prepared to enter the brawl taking place.

"Sorry bout this!" With that, I tripped the boy, stepped on his fallen form, and leapt onto the couch myself.

I somersaulted up, just to drop back down to avoid a flying kick from Jimin. Just as I was about to try and reason with the group, a pillow whacked my head with a force that knocked me down.

I looked up to see, behind the thousands of fluttering feathers that had just burst from the pillow, y/n's shocked face and retreating steps.

"Kook, I didn't mean to—"