playing by the rules || j.jk

IV

Ji-Young's POV:

I started to place my things on the till after seeing that Mr.Jang got all his shopping sorted. A warm feeling filled me. It feels nice to help other people. I greeted the cashier and started to pack my shopping.

"Fancy seeing you here, stranger." A familiar voice chuckled. The warm, happy feeling evaporated. My body tensed and a bitter taste worked its way through my mouth. Quickly, I turned to pack the rest of my things and paid the cashier. Heat started to be felt around my cheeks. My guess that they were as red as tomatoes.

I started to walk away when I got pulled back by the wrist only about a minutes walk down the street. His bags were messily packed and his breath was slightly heavier from running. "Ji-Young chill, it's just me."

"Exactly, it's you!" I snapped. I continued walking yet he caught up and took hold of my bag.

"It's getting dark. Let me walk you home. No strings attached." Snatching back my bag, I shook my head and walked ahead. I heard his steps behind me. After about 6 minutes I was sick of his following.

"Look Jungkook, it's a nice thing you are doing but I will leave now. My house is out of your way so go home." I bowed to him and walked down the alley that connected to my neighborhood. Smoke filled my nose making me feel odd. The scent of weed was potent and all I wanted to do was spray some perfume around. I brought my scarf to my nose and carried on through the alley.

"Aye baby, whats a nice thing like you doing here" A man approached me. He was covered in tattoos and the smell of soju riddled his breathe.

"I'm sorry I just want to get home, sir." I hastened my steps to try and get away.

"Sir? Call me Oppa." He grabbed my wrist and laughed. Another hand was on my other wrist. I lost my grip and dropped my bag. Suddenly, the rough feeling of brick was on my back. My head was violently pushed back. Pain seared through my scalp and I felt a warm liquid in a small area on my head. 

"HELP ME, SOMEBODY PLEASE!" I screamed and squirmed. "HELP SOMEBODY" No more sound left my mouth. An awful taste entered my mouth, like mud and dirt and perhaps urine. The bastard covered my mouth. I bit his hand as hard as I could and the metallic taste of blood spread over my tongue. "HELP!" He punched me hard in the stomach to shut me up. He then did it again for the pure pleasure.

"She likes to play rough does she. Well let us see. Oppa just wants to play" he chuckled. His hand caressed my leg. My vision was blurring and dizziness overcame me. I braced myself for what I thought was going to happen, when instead I felt the mans body go limp and slip to the floor. I heard a clatter of a metal pipe and felt someone putting me on their back.

"You're not her oppa you bastard." A familiar voice said. He kicked him and started running out of the alley. A blackness covered my vision and I heard nor felt anything but my heart pounding in my chest.

Jungkook's POV:

As soon as I shut the door and placed Ji-Young down, I went in search of our medical kit. Within seconds I found it, along with a flannel that I soaked in warm water. I cleaned her wounds and bandaged them up. Before I hadn't noticed a cut on her lip, so I cleaned the flannel again and started to wipe away the blood. I slightly lifted her shirt to clear where he had left bruises. She stirred around and her eyes opened groggily. She seemed to adjust for a second before her eyes went wide and she kicked me away from her, pulling down her shirt.

"YAH. What was that for!" I yelled.

"Where am I? Why are you here? What?" Her eyes were filled with fear and my heart sank. This was a horrible feeling. Slowly, I made my way to the sofa and took a seat by her. She shuffled away from me looking like a little child.