𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 | VMINKOOK

A Sinful Creature

Everyone was there.

Jin, Hobi, Yoongi and Namjoon. They had all come to rescue me like I was a damsel in distress, and stood on the stairs together with all the greatness of a small army. None other than the spectacled footman was holding a smoking gun in his hand, and moved his glasses further up his nose with squinted eyes after firing a shot at wall.

"Hobi--"

"Step away from the kids, Patrick," Hoseok said, looking just as murderous as the other servants. "And put your fucking cock away."

Patrick did as told, before holding his hands up, and chuckling with a strained smile that didn't fit the situation at all. "Hey, hold on fellas, it's all a misunderstanding. The boy said he was twenty."

"Shut up," Yoongi hissed, looking more than disgusted by every single man in the room.

Jin hurried down the staircase and helped both Taehyung and I to our feet, rushing us along as though the entire house was about to collapse on our heads.

The both of us were in shock, but we managed to follow the footman away from the crowd of men, and the nightmare that was this evening was finally coming to an end.

"If any of you ever come near Park Manor, I won't miss," Namjoon said, tucking his gun into his pants while Taehyung and I followed Jin up the stairs. "Consider yourselves warned. All of you."

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Jin had made me a hot cup of tea with milk and honey, and comforted me as I sat wrapped in a fuzzy blanket at the servant's dinnertime table. I shivered, and I was still a little twitchy, but I was safely home, and nothing pleased me more. "I never expected to see Namjoon with a gun," I mumbled, calming down more and more after every sip of tea.

"We are illegals, young master," Jin said, rubbing my back with a warm, sympathetic smile. "You don't honestly think we can afford to walk around unprotected?"

"I suppose not," I said, gripping a little tighter at my mug, only to see that my fingers were still trembling.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jin asked, and he sounded so kind and sweet when he did, that I almost said yes. But I shook my head and took a sip of tea instead, the memory too fresh, too ugly, and way too painful.

"Sometimes, certain events... certain bad experiences, can become a little less horrible with time," Jin said, tucking some of my raven hair behind my ear and speaking at a soft tone. "I think this could be one of those cases."

I sighed and nodded as though I believed the footman, but I knew for a fact that this night would never not hurt, and that this experience had changed me in ways I was still too young to understand. "Is Tae okay?" I asked to switch the subject, pressing my hot mug against my chest.

Jin pursed his lips. "Namjoon's talking to him right now, I believe. But I'm sure he's fine."

"Tonight could've ended so horribly," I whispered, thinking back to Taehyung's sacrificial statement back in that basement. "How could I've been so reckless? So stupid?"

"By being a seventeen year old rascal," Jin chuckled, scrunching his nose at me. "An overly confident seventeen year old rascal."

I sighed and pursed my lips as being called overly confident was a new experience for me. "How did you guys even find us? Did Tae tell you?"