Yoongi
I was gonna kill him.
He dared touch my friend, to hurt him? He would pay. He would pay for this.
The ride to the apartment was too long, the traffic too slow, the speed limit too small. I was tempted to jump out and run.
I did jump out and run, but only once we'd gotten to the building.
Flying up three flights of stairs, my feet barely touching the ground, that was my only thought: he would pay.
I slammed into the door, bursting into the building. "Jeoneo!" I practically roared, forgetting that other people lived in the building.
I heard a deep laugh from inside the building, followed by a barely muffled yell.
Sprinting down the short hall, I turned sharply, tackling Jeoneo. He smelled strongly of alcohol.
"You messed with the wrong people," I hissed, drawing a fist back. He laughed.
"You wouldn't actually-" he started, before I cut him off.
I rained blow after blow on him, screaming profanities. He screamed right back, landing a few hits of his own, but I felt nothing - just rage.
He'd locked Ji up.
He'd threatened Hoseok.
He'd beaten Taehyung.
He deserved nothing.
I only stopped once Ji and Hoseok caught up, pulling me off of him and pulling Taehyung from the scene.
People were yelling at me to stop, why should I stop? He'd hurt my friends, the things most precious to me...
"He's not worth it, Yoongi!" Someone yelled as they held my arms back. "Stop it! Don't be like him!"
That stopped me. I looked into Ji's face. Her eyes were wide, staring at me. "He's not worth it." She whispered, holding my face in her hands.
"But you are."
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