Dangerously in Love

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BEFORE THE PERSON on his hands up to defend, Jimin drove his shoulder into the man's chest and into the wall. When your back is against the wall, it means you have been cornered by an unfavorable situation. Jimin started landing solid punches, blood stain coming onto his knuckles. A look of cruel satisfaction spread across his face with his artwork.

The injured man have tried to move Jimin's holds off of him. With little effort, he failed miserably. "What do you want from me?"

Jimin showed him a smile that betrays all innocence. "Did I beat you up badly that you cannot recognize me? Come on Jiwon, you are making me sad."

A mixture of realization and fear came to Jiwon. Jiwon tried to make a run but failed miserably. Jimin edged forward with forearm pressing against his neck and hissed, "Where do you think you are going?"

"Please," Jiwon pleaded, "let me go."

"I do not think that is possible," a voice joined in. Jimin looked over his shoulder to find two people walking towards him. He released his grip on the man.

Jiwon could not see the person clearly since they are in an alley late at night. Just then, the same person walked closer into the light. Right next to him is his right-hand man, Taehyung. Taehyung tossed a small white towel at Jimin for him to wipe the dried blood off his hands.

"Jungkook?" Jiwon's lips started to tremble with fear. The three guys watched how weak Jiwon has become time after time.

"I knew you were up to something from the moment I took you in. How stupid you are to think I will give you that much information that easily?"

"I do not know what you are talking about?" Jiwon stated, avoiding any eye contact with anyone.

There was a pause until Jungkook let out a low chuckle. In a swift move, Jungkook's long fingers grasped around his neck and pushed him right into the wall roughly, blocking Jiwon's airway.

"How gullible could you be to believe I do not know the intentions behind your behaviors?" Jungkook's whole body was shaking out of anger.

Jiwon was struggling to breathe. His nails dug into Jungkook's skin. Jungkook finally released his grasp. Jiwon's face was red as he held his neck, trying to breathe again.

"Tell me who do you work for and I might let you off," Jungkook said, reaching for his black leather gloves from his pocket.

Jiwon spat a bloody spit on Jungkook's pair of black shoes. "Go to hell," Jiwon said in a low, breathy voice.

Jungkook clicked his tongue in disapproval, proceeding to put his gloves on. "You are risking your own life to protect someone. No one has ever stay loyal when it comes to death. Not sure if the person you are working for will do the same for you."

Jungkook wasted no time and started landing powerful kicks into his guts. Woochul could not bring his hands up to defend himself. Jungkook grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up. He landed a solid punch right to his jaw.

Jiwon fell to the floor, touching his bruised jaw. Jungkook looked down at him, "get up and fight."

Jiwon just laid on the ground, helpless. Jimin walked closer and crouched down. He grabbed Jiwon by the back of his hair and lifted his head up.

Blood cascade down his skins. Jiwon could not open his left eye. Jimin had a satisfying grin on his face, "Your leader always have you do his dirty work or are you too stupid for anything else?"

Jiwon spat blood at his direction, laughing with his mouth full of blood. "At least my parents did not abandon me because of a fucked up teenager boy." That insult costed him a punch to the ribs. Woochul screamed, loud and violent, in his attempt to absorb the pain.

"What in the world is going on here?" A female voice shouted.

The woman walked towards the scene. There are reported crimes that involve teenagers with armed robberies and assaults on older adults growing around the area. Her friends had often warned her of this before and told her not to get involved with it. However, she thought she should discipline these teenagers. They are just teenagers. How bad could they be? However, the ones in front of her are definitely not teenagers. And they definitely do not look like they need to steal at all.

The woman discovered a person who is lying on the ground. Shunned, shocked, and horrified. Her eyes took in the horrifying sight in front her; bruises and blood all over his body. She immediately crouched down and shook his body. "Mister, are you okay?" She heard him struggle to get his breathing under control. She peeled her eyes away and returned her gaze to the man who is most likely to commit this gruesome crime.

She stood up and glared, "I do not know what is your problems with him, but it is wrong for you to beat him nearly to death."

The man, who she assumes is the leader, scoffed, "You do not know what he has done. This is not your business so don't interfere with my business. Do as I say or you may find yourself in a whole load of trouble."

"Just because you have the power and wealth does not mean you can behave like that. Do you think you can do whatever you want to do and get away from it?" She asked him angrily. "His injuries in his rib could potentially cause his lungs to leak blood, putting him in a critical condition."

"You clearly do not know what you are pulling yourself into." He said calmly, but with a warning tone in his voice.

She ignored him and crouched back down again. Fear overtook her as she gazed into the barrel of the gun that pointed at her just now. She stood up slowly, "What do you think you are do—"

She stopped right after she heard a click from the gun. Once he pulls the trigger, she will be dead.

"What do you think I am doing? Keeping your mouth shut obviously." He stared at her intensely, his face sharp and menacing.