Attention ||BOOK 2|| Park Jimin

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Warning-
May be a triggering chapter.
Read at risk.

Grace Xiu

"What are you doing here?!" I raised my voice, grabbing onto the door.

He glared at me. "What do you think?"

"I don't know?" I scoffed. "Why would I ask if I knew?"

"You and your attitude. You know what that could do to you!?" He screamed, his veins popping out from his forehead. "You think you're so strong and sh*t."

I backed up slowly. I was getting freaked from how red and angry he was.

He may be drunk still.

"Just leave, ok? Go and leave me the hell alone." I sighed.

Minho pushed me back with a strong force that sent me to the floor.

I was about to curse him out, but once he shut the door, I knew I was in a bad pickle.

"Calm down, Minho." I moved away from him, still on the floor. "Let's be adults here. Let's be mature."

"Too late for the same ass speech. I'm done waiting, Grace."

In a blink of an eye, I was picked up by Minho and thrown on the bed. My robe, thankfully, kept me sealed.

Minho jumps on the bed too and I finally connected everything.

"There's no way you're going to do this!" I yelled, getting onto my feet as fast as I could. "I'm not letting you do this! You are stupid if you think you could do this!"

"I'm stupid?" He hissed and grabbed my leg.

He pulled me down and trapped me under him.

GREAT TIME FOR THOSE DEFENSE VIDEOS ON YOUTUBE!

I kneed his crotch and he yelped in pain. I kick him off me and I roll off the bed.

"You better not try anything!"

Minho stood up on the bed.

He was sweating. His veins were popping. His breathing was heavy and his eyes looked demonic almost.

I'm officially f**ked.

No amount of YouTube videos will help me get out of this one.

I couldn't think. He already charged at me from the bed.

I dodge him at the last second and dove towards the floor. I stood up and found myself cornered.

"This could've been easy for both you and me." Minho growled and inched towards me with a limp. "But you decided to be complicated and tough, didn't you?"

It looked like he came straight out of a horror movie you watch on Halloween.

I pressed myself against the wall and braced myself for whatever was going to happen.

Can I kick him in the crotch again?

Should I-

I couldn't process. He was already on me.

His lips moved against mine and I was screaming as hard as I could. Hopefully I could burst his eardrums.

His hand traveled up my robe and I was trying so hard to push him away.

His whole body was a wall and I couldn't break through. His leg was in between mine, keeping me from sprinting away.

I screeched when I felt his cold hands on my bare skin and I couldn't believe this was really happening to me.