Psychopath with wings

CHAP34-"Drunk Demon"

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Silence. Pin drop silence.

Jungkook grabbed his hair in panic and shrieked with a low voice, words being stuck in his throat at the shock he was in. He took a step ahead but lost balance, looking like he might pass out at the next step. The iron deficiency was maybe kicking in. Or it could perhaps just be him about to have a heart attack.

Whatever it is, he didn't look in good shape.

Jin was the first to move ahead and grab Jimin by his arm, squeezing it a little and eyeing me for help. We both held him in our control once again. But there was nothing that could be done to undo this. Fortunately, the rest of the crowd didn't pay attention to this drama since they were all settled down for dinner.

There was absolute horror in all of our eyes that was glued to a completely still Alex Dinova.

"Didn't think a sandwich would taste good after being slammed on the face" Alex chuckled, taking a tomato sliding down his cheeks and tasting it.

"I see you are a little drunk, young man. Next time I'd appreciate it if you would go for the handshake instead. But don't worry about it" he continued, wiping his face with a tissue, still smiling about all this.

Was that a genuine forgiveness smile, or a, I will have your throat later smile.

"Mr. Alex—I—I can explain—I—" Jungkook pulled himself together and moved closer to the man who still smelled like chipotle sauce. He bowed a few times and kept apologizing nonstop.

"Wait I need to tell him how good his movie Grandeur hotel was" Jimin spoke, completely messing up my word of advice for him and landing at this tragedy. He fought our grip but this time I wasn't going to let him go.

"You've caused enough damage already, Park Jimin, we are leaving this second" I commanded, pulling him towards the entrance.

"Let me help you"

"It's okay, I can take him home. Please, just be beside Jungkook. He will need all your help"

Jin nodded and I knew just physical strength wouldn't be enough to take him to my car. People started giving us the weird looks. I mean, I don't blame them. I was a grown woman, dragging a grown man who had his feet pressed to the marble floor and swipe it clean with his brand-new Prada shoes that made squeaky noises.

"Jimin! I do not have the energy for this today. I swear to god, if you do not follow me out then, then..." I spoke, looking for the right bait. "Then I will burn down the TV at home!" I threatened and he gasped which also made him let out a hiccup before raging back at me.

"You will have to face the wrath of the social media God!"

"I will if I have to. Unless you come out of here with me, Jimin. Look at you! You can't stand straight or talk properly. We need to move!"

"Promise me you won't burn down my epitome of knowledge then!" he drunk spoke, pushing out a pinky. Without wasting any time, I connected my finger with his and pulled him towards the entrance. This time he didn't throw a tantrum like a five-year-old outside a candy shop, rolling and swiping across the floor for a colorful, full of sugar, death lollipop. Remind me why kids like that again, it tastes like ass and takes ages to finish or break through it.

I could see the entrance door at a distance. With heavy breaths and a quicker pace, I walked with Jimin in my grasp through the crowd of people who were entering in a hurry. As I rushed, people kept bumping their shoulders onto mine. It took all my strength to hold Jimin in that traffic. If it wasn't for my hand clutching onto his sleeve, I would have lost him to the crowd already.