Personal Guard | m.yoongi

you suck real good ?

Y/N's POV

"Oh, come on! That would never work!" I cried out as coach crossed his arms.

"Don't give up before even trying, I thought I trained you better," he huffed out.

"You know that they'll never let a girl in to be a part of the security team. They've got a policy against female bodyguards s-"

"Then break that policy," he scoffed in response.

"You're being diff-"

"Life's difficult. If you want something, fight for it. I thought you'd know that more than anyone considering your past," he stated as my eyes widened.

"You wouldn't dare," I seethed as he only raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I see your temper is still as fresh as ever," he sighed as he turned the other way. "You didn't get out of that hellhole of a home years ago for nothing, Y/N."

As he walked away, I clenched my fists before turning to slam my fist forward into a wall. The impact caused bits to crumble off and fall to my feet as I raged, blood slowly dripping out from a small wound that had formed.

He wants me to take the job?

Fine, I'll take it.

Flaring my nostrils, I brought my fist down, letting the dust powder into the air from the cracks in the wall. Brushing off the pieces that stuck into my hand, I gazed at the oozing blood.

I let out a silent scoff, stepping out of the room to make my way out of the building. I walked past the familiar shops and cafes among the streets as I went to a pizza place.

Giving my order, I sat down as I waited for the pizza to come, staring out at the window. The stars would shine brightly tonight, it seemed like it would be a starry might.

The pizza came and I started to eat, choking in the middle when my phone buzzed against my ass. Taking it out from my back pocket, I answered it as I gulped down the bites I was chewing.

"Hey, Y/-"

"Ahh, coach!" I grumbled out as I shoved more pizza down my throat.

"What are you doi- never mind. Don't answer that, I'd rather not know. You've got some spare time before we meet back together again. We've got you scheduled for the stylists an-"

"Stylists?" I choked out again as I breathed in cheese and bread.

"Yes, this isn't like the normal duty you give. This is an event for the tryouts and auditions. Extremely fancy so you can't wear whatever. You'll be dressed-"

"Like a slut," I cut him off as I drank water to clear my throat.

"Stop interrupting m-"

"Sorry."

"Ugh, alrig-"

"Not sorry," I added on as he grunted out profanities.

"You're such a bitch," he retaliated.

"I was born one, get over it," I wiped my hands over my pants because who even uses napkins?

"You were also born by one," he commented as I blew out a breath.

"Don't go there," I sighed as I left a 78 dollar tip over the table, getting up from my seat.

"Your paren-"

"I said don't, coach."

"Look, it's your famil-"

Ending the call, I walked out of the mini restaurant as I went through the streets, heading back to where I lived.