You turned to the girls still sitting at the table and gave them a tentative wave. The both of them instantly gave you a smile and they got up to walk over to you.
"Hi I'm Kim Soomi," one of the girls with long black hair introduced. "Are you prepa...
"Come with me. Now," Jimin demanded as he stalked over to you, anger clear in his eyes. He gripped onto your wrist and began dragging you out of the room. Just before you two could get any further you used strength, unknown to neither you nor Jimin, to plant your heels in the ground, preventing you from going anywhere. Jimin whipped his head around with a glare, most-likely due to his fury and not actually directed at you.
"What about Soomi? She needs care," you gasped out. Though you were trying not to show it, now that you were aware of the wound in your back, you were in severe pain. You had a feeling glass was in your back and it was killing you. But you could see large red marks already appearing on Soomi's neck from the tight grip Allyson had had on her. You wanted to make sure someone saw to them.
"Clarisse take care of her," Jimin ordered without giving her a glance, pulling you away from the room with him. You gave a final look over at Clarisse and saw her standing in shock still. She eventually shook her head and quickly rushed to Soomi and Miori, seeing to the poor black-haired girl.
Jimin dragged you down the hall, up the stairs, and down the East wing. You felt your anxiety levels rise, not knowing where he would take you and what he would do to you. In the East wing there weren't any of the other girls that could help you; for all you knew, there could be no one at all. What if Jimin was going to get mad at you? Maybe he thought you caused Allyson to get mad, and was going to punish you?
"Um, am I al—," you began worriedly.
"You're with me, so you won't get in trouble," Jimin cut in, knowing exactly what you were wondering. You pursed your lips and decided not to make another peep. Just from his answer you could tell he was trying to keep himself calm and under control. You wouldn't want to infuriate him any further. Though you were quite tempted to tell him to release the wrist he was gripping. He happened to grab the wrist Allyson had held in a death grip, and he was probably unaware of how tightly he was holding it, causing you more pain.
Jimin made an abrupt turn to a room and shoved the doors open, making them hit the walls with a ear-deafening bang. You wouldn't be surprised if there were dents or possibly cracks in the walls. Jimin grabbed the doors and slammed them shut before dragging you through the room to another door, pushing you through it into a bathroom.
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He dragged you to the corner of the room and stood you near a little vanity-like set.
"Wait here," he said a little more calmly. Then he walked over to the sink counter and began looking through the cabinets. It didn't take long before he came back over to you with a small kit-like box. He put it down on the surface and opened it, showing the first-aid treatment supplies inside.
"I'm gonna need the dress to be out of the way, can I rip it?" Jimin asked, and you could've sworn you saw a flash of shyness in his eyes but it was gone before you realized it. You stared at the dress through the mirror and couldn't help the disappointed feeling that grew; this dress was really nice and you would've liked to have kept it. But it was already ruined by the blood, so you didn't see the problem with ruining it further.
