|| Roommates with Mr Arrogant || pjm

Chapter 7

The lady behind my father, was my own mother. What the hell was she thinking. He left us. I stood there frozen and a loss for words, from what I was observing in front of me.

"What the hell are you doing with him?!" I yelled causing several heads turn towards me.
"Let's talk somewhere private,"
"No! I want answers now."
"We worked it out."
"Bullshit, he left for twelve years. And now he comes back.?"

She was silent after my statement. A trail of warm tears trickled down my face. After all, Jimin ruined my day, and now these two??

I started to walk away after it was silent, and all you could hear is the street noises.

I was walking faster until someone grabbed my wrist tightly. Shocked at the sudden feeling, I kicked the person in the shin. But the person didn't let go, their grip was too strong.

After being held by the tight grip, I took a glance at the person holding my wrist. It was a taller man, wearing a face mask and a cap. I was unable to take a glance at his face.

But I felt the grip loosen a bit. I still couldn't break free. I gave up, and looked around to see if my parents were anywhere, but I saw their figures vanishing into the crowd.

Frustrated at the man, I yelled, "Who the hell are you?!"
He started to chuckle a bit, sounding familiar. Could it be him?
"Lee Seojun?? Is that you?!"
"No. I'm sorry, but are you Min Yuna?"
"Yes I am. But how did you find me."
"Must've been a coincidence." he laughed a bit awkwardly, "But I am Lee Seojun's twin brother."

I was a bit suspicious on why his brother would be looking for me. I started to walk away when I felt his grip on my wrist gone.

"I came out to find you because of Seojun."
"What do you mean?"
"Seojun was in a car accident today," he said putting his head down, "He is apparently in a coma. He may never wake up."
"H-How did you get here from Daegu so fast?!" I said trembling from the horrific news.
"I was in Busan when the accident happened."

I stood there dumbfounded at all of this. Knowing that my childhood best friend may pass away makes me sick. He was like an older brother.

Next think I know, I'm bawling my eyes out with all of the negative thoughts going through my head. I felt like dying. Again. I wished this wasn't real, but it was reality.

I ran away quickly from the scene, with many people turning heads towards me. My vision became blurry from my tears filling up my vision. So many people were bumping into me as I ran towards the direction of the dorm.

After about 10 minutes of straight out running, I was close enough to the dorm to start walking slow enough to catch my breath. As I was walking I felt like someone was watching me.

No you're over exaggerating no ones there. I said to myself trying to calm down. I started calming down until I felt a strong grip on my wrist. Not the same one as before, but stronger.

I stood there frozen from fear. I tried to pull my wrist away from the person who was gripping my wrist. They gripped it tighter, I winced in pain from the terrible feeling. Until a man's voice spoke out to me.

"Don't worry sweetie, this won't hurt." He spoke as he brought his face closer to mine. I got a better look at his face, it was my father. Trembling I kicked his leg. He winced in pain, but only stepped on my feet hard. His breath reeked of alcohol.

If only someone was here to help me.

He grabbed my throat and gripped it tightly, attempting to choke me. He was so strong that he lifted my off the ground, by my neck. I saw a woman behind him, it was my mother on the ground, with it looked like crimson red blood seeping out of her head.

I finally grew light headed and passed out slightly. Until my final gasp of air grew into stuttered breathing. But being able to breathe more.

*Bang!* I heard as the grip was gone. I heard another man speaking.

"Don't you mess with her," he spoke with pants between his words. The voice was familiar.
"Get the hell out of here kid,"
"You go first, I'm on campus." There was a long pause between their words.

I felt my body being lifted up harshly. And this time the cold feeling against my neck, it was a knife. My father threatened to kill me.

"PUT HER THE FUCK DOWN NOW.!" the man screamed.

"Not until you leave us to our business," I was trembling in fear, and at the same moment I was wanting to die.

I felt the cold blade go across my neck

I screamed in pain.

The man fighting with my dad was Jimin. I blacked out after the pain. I could hear slight yelling. And then a gunshot.

Hello, sorry for not updating sooner. I was grounded and had a slight writers block. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

(Will be updating soon)