Breaking In {BTS In School}

72. Cut Off

**** now that it was all cute and fake, back to the angst

Song: Dysfunctional Family by Cinema Bizarre ****

YeongMi had learned long ago that everything tasted bitter when she was. She had gotten used to the taste, just as she had gotten used to the feeling.

It was almost like she had irreparably destroyed the taste buds in her mind, barring her from distinguishing the good from the bad.

So it was no surprise to find her spending her nights swallowing back the worst of the worst at any club that would let her in.

She got drunk to forget. To forget her parents disappointment, her brother's success without her. To forget her own self-loathing. To forget that she was quite possibly the worst person to waste space on this planet.

But it was never enough.

She never forgot the bitter hate that corrupted her heart and decayed her mind. She couldn't, or wouldn't.

She did, however, forget about anyone around her, so she didn't notice the people staring at her in disgust, nor did she notice the familiar people who had happened upon the same club on the same night.

She was a sight to behold, and not in a good way, as she had once hoped. Her hair was slick with sweat, her dress was twisted, and she was an obvious mess.

She had caught more than one eye, as she began arguing with the bartender, who had repeatedly told her that she was cut off. 

"Listen here, I give you money, you give me alcohol. We both win, now fill my fucking cup."

"You have no money to give. Don't make me call security."

"No money to give? That's a joke, isn't it?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?" The man stared at her with dead eyes, a frown etched into his wrinkled skin.

"You have to be lying."

"Your card is declined," the man let out a tired sigh when YeongMi slammed her hand on the table, unintentionally breaking the glass in her hand. She ignored the pain in her hand, instead focusing on his words.

Her card was declined?

But that couldn't be.... unless....

Her parents had cut her off.

"Fucking hell, this has to be a joke."

But nobody was laughing.

YeongMi laughed hysterically, making everyone uncomfortable and raising alarm to the security guards, who began walking over to escort her out.

They grabbed her arms and pulled her away from the bar, whilst she struggled against them, still laughing.

"I'm going, I'm going, you don't need to act like I'm going to hit someone."

"Just keep walking," a guard muttered under his breath, "crazy lady."

"I'm not crazy, you bumbling idiot." She hardly landed her fist on the man before she was quite literally thrown into the cold streets.

She pulled her bag under her arm and smoothed her dress out, giving the unamused guards a choice finger before teetering away in her heels.

A group of people exited soon after, carefully following the problematic girl.

Even as a stumbling drunk, YeongMi had an aura of tempestuous allure.

So it was really no surprise that she caught the attention of a group of teens on the street.

"Where do you think you're going, gorgeous?" Their expressions teased trouble; but they were facing someone who was going to push back tenfold.

"I'm on my way to screw your mom while your dad cries, dickface." 

"Don't talk about my mom like that, slut."

"Why, does it hurt your puny little feelings?"

"You better catch your tongue before you get in trouble, bitch."

"And who's gonna stop me, you?"

"Are you blind? There's ten of us, and one of you."

"I like my odds."

She shouldn't have, but she didn't care to find a peaceful exit.

She swung first, as was common for her. Soon, it was a swarm of trouble, loud curses and threats thrown in the air like toilet paper on Halloween.

Namjoon, for once, didn't think through the situation before acting. The moment he saw YeongMi stumble back from a hit, he jumped in, the others quickly following, and then the odds weren't so unbalanced.

Before it could get too out of hand, people started breaking it up.

YeongMi punched the person who grabbed her, spitting blood out of her mouth before grumbling. "Leave it to the cops, fucktard."

She should have looked before she punched, because it was, in fact, the police.

Her head was spinning as she was herded to a holding cell with the others.

"Well, isn't this nice? All together in one cozy room."

"Hyjoon, shut up."

"What? I'm not the one who started it."

"I never asked you to help." Everyone turned to YeongMi, who was staring at the wall, dabbing her lip as blood dribbled down her chin. The gash above her eye stung, and she had to keep her eye closed to prevent the blood from blinding her. She could feel the bruise forming on her jaw, and yet she acted like it was nothing.

She had it under control before they had stupidly joined in.

"Yeah well, you're welcome." 

"Fuck off."

"Can you two stop fighting for five seconds?"

Namjoon and YeongMi stayed silent.