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Jiseung drove at least twenty miles over the speed limit. We swerved with every turn, horns honking and tires screeching. Amount of near death experiences in the past ten minutes: 7.
"Um... Jiseung? I don't think this was a good idea. Why don't you just let me-" The car nearly flipped as we went through a green light, but was recovered through swerving.
"Bitna! I've got thisss..." Jiseung dozed off as we almost connected with the back of an SUV.
"Nope, that's enough! Pull the car over right now!" The tone of my voice made her flinch, bringing her slightly back to her senses.
"Yes sir." She looked for an open park, her voice full with sass.
Parked in-front of a conviene store, I got out, walked to her side and opened her door for her. She jumped out and fell into my arms, laughing.
"Ooo, you're very muscular..." she was limp in my arms.
"Hey! Pull yourself together. I'm gonna put you in the passenger side and lock the door. I'mma go see if this store has some meds for you or something to eat. I swear, if you get out of this car you'll never hear of the end of it." I plopped her on the passenger side with her hands under the seatbelt so she couldn't try to open the door. Locking it I head into the store.
The owner gave me some meds and some soup for her; I paid and headed back out. As I opened the store door, I don't know what I expected. To see Jiseung passed out, hair covering her swollen face, or maybe even sitting in the drivers seat, trying to hot-wire the car with a hair pin or something. But instead, I didn't see her at all.
"Why did I see this coming?" Shaking my head, I realized I should have locked the door from the inside so when she opened it the alarm would have went off... ugh oh well.
Putting the bag of food and meds in the passenger seat of the car, I lock it again, and walk down the street trying to find her. She's super drunk and looks like she never learned to walk; she shouldn't be far. I was only in there for like five minutes. Walking up the street, I looked in every passing alleyway and saw no sign of her. Getting to the end of the road, right when I was going to turn back and try the other way, I hear shouts from what sounds like a group of men, and the sound of crashing glass.
"Hey! This bitch just knocked over our table!"
"That's fifty bucks worth of soju on the ground!"
"I'm gonna fucking kill her!"
"Grab her!"

Fuck.
A shiver went down my spine as I bolted down the street. Looking into the restaurant tent, I see what Jiseung has done. And it's not pretty.
She knocked over two tables that must have been covered with shot glasses, beers, and soju bottles, because the ground was littered with glass shards. Her hands are covered in bloody cuts from landing on bottle pieces and she has a cut on her cheek. Seven guys were standing in disbelief, soaked and wreaking of alcohol. They're tall and built, and were cursing a mile a minute.
Grabbing Jiseung, I threw her arm over my shoulder and gripped my hand around her waist to hold her up. Her knees were buckling; she couldn't support her own weight.
"Hey bastard, is she yours? She just wasted all our alcohol, and you're gonna fucking pay for it." The shortest dude who seemed to be the leader pushed his face close to mine, spitting with every word. His goons were hooping and hollering their agreement with him around us, forming a circle so we couldn't walk away.
"Hey, fuck you guysss... I'm just a wittle drunk. Just a wittle bit." She hovered her pointer finger over her thumb trying to show how she was just a little "tipsy". She broke out into a giggly mess, almost falling out of my grasp.

"Hey look brat. Just pay for the bottles and you can take you're little girlfriend home. Bet you'll have fun with her tonight, am I right?" He smirked and laughed with his little bodyguards, punching their arms as if what he said was hilarious.

"Ha, I'm not an asshole with such a little dick and so little respect for women that I rape drunk girls. Sorry." I state, sarcastically laughing along. The tent goes silent.

Couples and groups of friends sitting at tables slowly got up and dashed out of the tent, assuming the worst was yet to come.
The leader looked at Jiseung, then leaned to the goon closest to him. "Take the girl." He nodded and stomped toward us.
I turn so she is far away from him, and feel forceful hands behind us grab and yank her away.
Twisting around to get her back, I see one of them dragging her up the road and lean her on a store front; she was sound asleep and her hair was covering her face.
Sighing, I run my hand through my hair and look up at the sky. Su and Boram hyung, I know I said I wouldn't, but I'm gonna rip their heads off, I realized.
This would have been the last resort, but they touched her.
Glaring at the leader, I pull a Beretta Nano out of my inside jacket pocket and aimed straight between his eyes. Before I was even adjusted, his men each had their own guns on me.
"I'll shoot." I don't have time for this. Maybe I'll just shoot him and see how many I can kill before I get tackled.
"So will they. If they see even your finger twitch on the trigger, they'll shoot you down without question."
"Then do it. Shoot me right now." I know I've been over-doing it, but volunteering my life seems to work in my favor lately. Dropping my pistol, I walk up to one of the goons and connect my forehead with the barrel of his gun.
He must not have expected me to be so voluntary, because he looked at the leader confused, not knowing what to do next.
Using that to my advantage, I pull a pocket knife off of my belt loop and stab him in the side of his neck. Whipping around, using his body as a shield, I shoot each guy in the chest, their bodies falling one by one.
The leader didn't seem to know what to do without his goons backing him, so he surrendered. What kind of leader only relies on his men and doesn't carry his own gun? Pathetic.
He stood with his hands in the air, his palms facing me. "Hehe. Hey big guy. How about you let me go, take your girl and we act like this never happened?" Sweat bullets ran down his face.
"So you can try and find us later? No thanks." And with that I shot him between the eyes, his body falling right on top of his goons.
Dropping the gun, I maneuver through the pile of bodies to find my Beretta. Finding it dripping in blood, I rub it on my jacket and place it back in my side pocket.
Consumed in figuring out where I was going to put these bodies, I didn't see the Ajuhmma who runs the tent pop her head up from behind the kitchen counter. She cleared her throat to get my attention.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Ajuhmma. I'll get this cleaned up right awa-"