Stay Alive [BTS fanfic]

Can't Live With Them...

Yang Hyeon and his wife were screaming and shouting at each other in the early morning. It was Eun-ah who woke pissed off by the sound of fighting. She opened her eyes and frowned. It had never been this bad before. Something needed to be done. The children could hear these awful things being said, and she was worried for their well-being. She emerged from under Yoonji unnie's arm and freed herself from the tent.

Jimin had got up to use the toilet and saw the blonde girl heading toward the far side of the parking garage, running to catch up with her. "What are you going to do?" he asked quietly.

"Put a stop to this bullshit," she decided firmly, smacking his hand away when he tried to grab her wrist. She didn't need any man's help for this. Not even Park Jimin. Still, he followed her over to Hyeon's tent and things got ugly very suddenly when the man slapped his wife across the face. The woman looked furious and ready to slap her husband right back.

Jimin got between them, pleading with them to stop. "No! Please, don't fight.."

Hyeon tried to shove Eun-ah out of the way. "You both mind your fucking business! This has nothing to do with you!" He shoved her hard, and Eun-ah retaliated by throwing her left fist and hitting him in the face.

She knocked him out cold and he toppled backwards into the tent, collapsing it under his weight. They heard one of the tent poles snap. Silence. She held her hand, wincing from the pain setting in.

Jimin's eyes widened in panic as he grabbed Eun-ah by the shoulder and pushed the other woman along as well, getting them away from the area. "We gotta go," he insisted. If or when he wakes up, Hyeon is going to be furious, he was sure. To his relief the women didn't argue, letting him take them to the first-aid tent to see the nurse.

"Eun-ah, is your hand okay?" he asked with concern, taking it gently and inspecting her bruising knuckles.

"Best advice my father ever gave me," she remarked softly. "If you're going to break your hand punching someone (and you're a girl, so you will), learn to use your non-dominant hand," she recited. "So I learned it."

"Do you think it's broken?" he asked, afraid to touch her hand too much in case it hurt her.

"I'll be okay," she assured, turning to look at the other woman, Sang unnie. The nurse was putting a cold cloth against her reddened cheek.

"I'm sorry that I don't have any ice," the nurse apologised to Sang.

The woman looked annoyed, glaring at Eun-ah. "How dare you hit my husband? That was not your business to get involved in."

"But he slapped you," Jimin retorted. "You're really fine with that?"

"I would have hit him back and made it even. We have our own way of doing things that other people wouldn't understand."

"I'll say," Yoongi remarked as he came up. "What the hell happened now? You two were fighting again?"

"I've been...very emotional lately," Sang admitted. "I said something stupid to him. It was my fault."

The nurse moved away to tend to Eun-ah's hand and Yoongi pulled up a chair to sit in front of Sang. "This needs to stop," he said softly. "Everyone in this parking garage can hear you screaming and yelling at each other. There are children here who don't need to be taught that a man can be so horrible to his wife. Kwon Soo-bin is an impressionable boy who has already had to grow up too fast. I won't have him believe that one day a woman will be nothing more than property. That's the message you are displaying, whether you mean to or not," he informed her seriously.

Sang's eyes widened in stunned silence. She'd never thought of it that way. "Hyeon and I have a way. We've always been like this. Chaotic. But we really do love each other. Nobody understands that."