You're in Danger

Chapter 8: Stigma

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*Taehyung POV*

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We walked back our dorm after checking on the girls. I really feel bad that we put them in danger. I really wanted college to be normal, but instead gang violence is the worst I've ever seen it and we put three innocent girls in danger.

I opened the door first, only Jin was in the living room. He looked up and smiled.

"I take it the girls are Ok?" He asked, putting down his text book.

"Yeah, have you heard from Yoongi yet?" I asked.

"No, he's still not home. I guess what ever it was is serious." He answered, shrugging his broad shoulders. We nodded and went to our rooms.

I hope Grace isn't scared of me. Her presence makes me forget how messed up my life really is.
I feel normal around her. She's probably better off with that guy she's always with, at least he can help make her life normal.
Unlike me.

I hear the front door swing open and I rushed out of my room to see what was happening. I guess the others did to because they were all standing there, wide eyed. I turned to the direction they were staring, and almost fell backwards.

Yoongi had entered the dorm. Covered in blood. It didn't look like he had any new cuts on him, so I assumed it wasn't his.

"Kim Janghyun." He muttered.
"Kim Janghyun. It's him."

"What do you mean? What's him?" Jimin asked.

"Our next target." Yoongi answered.
"He's the boss of the filth that has been hurting the girls." He disappeared into the bathroom, slamming the door.

I've always looked up to Yoongi. He saved me. After my abusive father was 'mysteriously' killed, I ran away from home. I ended up on the streets, fighting for my life. Until he found me.

I smiled as I recalled that day.

*flashback*

I had been in a fight. Needless to say I lost, big time. I was bleeding out in a back alley and I couldn't get up. I knew I wouldn't live.

"Hey kid. Are you still alive?" A deep voice asked. I nodded slowly, keeping my eyes closed.

"Don't worry, my friend will be able to help you." He spoke quietly. That's was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.

I woke up and didn't know where I was. I looked around and didn't recognize the room. I slowly sat up on the bed I was on. A sharp pain spread through out my body. I grimaced and laid back down, to tired to try again.

The door opened and a tall boy with broad shoulders walked into the room.

"Hey, you're awake! How do you feel?" He asked.

"I feel better than I did in that alley. I thought that was the end." I confessed.
"Thank you."

"No problem. If Yoongi hadn't of found you when he did..." He trailed off.
"I'm Seokjin, by the way. But just call me Jin." He smiled and extended his hand for me to shake.