Promise: BTS Jimin smut

Part 13

I've been mad since I left, my steps quick as I walk all of my frustration off.

I hate him, I really do. I hate the way that he talks to me. I hate that he acts as if we are dating when all he does is treat me like shit. I work for him and nothing else, and he needs to get it through his head that he can't control me.

I spent the whole day just walking. That's what I find helps me the most when I'm angry. Walking lets me think about all that has happened, it also allowing me time to cool off. I would have gone over to Jimin's but he probably went to that pool party that he was so excited about. I wouldn't want to bother him.

It got dark faster than I thought it would. It doesn't feel like I have been walking around all day, but the proof is in the way the streets have dimmed and the street lights have turned on. I find myself in the alley that Namjoon usually meets me at, the backpack at my feet as I lean against the wall.

"Yo. CJ."

I turn at the sound of my name, apprehension filling me when it's not Namjoon that called my name. I recognize the guy standing there as one of the guys Justin had introduced me to, a cold chill making my spine crawl.

"What are you doing here Nate?" I call out to him, not moving from my spot. I do straighten up though, turning and seeing two other guys appear behind me. I don't feel good about this situation at all, my guard going up as Nate walks closer to me.

"I was in the area and wanted to see how my favorite girl was doing" he says with a sickening grin, his statement making me scoff. I know that he hates me after I turned him down a couple of months ago, him still not over the fact that I won't leave Justin and work for him instead. It hurt his ego and I guess now it's time for him to hurt me, judging from the sinister looking crowbar he has in his hands. I won't go down without a fight though.

He reaches towards me once he gets into arm's length and I swing, my fist connecting with the side of his head. He yells out in pain as I knee him, his body bending over as I push him away from me. I can hear the footsteps of the guys from behind me as I quickly grab the backpack and sprint as fast as I can away from them, suddenly glad that I changed into Converse before leaving today.

I can immediately tell that I'm screwed. I know that I won't be able to outrun these guys with a heavy backpack over my shoulders, but I can try. My breath comes out in pants as I desperately try and make it to at least the entrance of the alley, desperation making me run faster.

I wasn't fast enough. I yell out as someone tackles me from behind, quickly turning my head to the side. The gravel scrapes up the side of my face and I hiss in pain, my whole body aching. I struggle in their grasp as I get pulled up and held, my left knee throbbing painfully. I struggle in the man's grasp, a loud cry exiting his lips when I elbow him with my free arm. That one is soon held behind me as the other one runs to his aid, my eyes defiant as a smirking Nate comes my way.

I am expecting it when Nate pulls his arm back and socks me in the face, but the pain that follows after it makes me speechless.

"You fucking bitch!" He yells, his fist hitting my stomach next. It knocks the breath out of me, the coppery taste of blood hitting my tongue as I cough. I can tell that my lip is split, sharp stabs of pain striking me as my eyes begin to water.

He comes at me again and I lash out with my foot, kicking him in the face as the blow forces him to bend over as he holds onto his nose. Blood trickles down from where I hit him, his teeth bared as he raises the hand with the crowbar up, my eyes closing as I wait for the pain that awaits me.

A gasp makes him stop, our heads turning towards the sound. I can just barely make out Namjoon's form as he stops walking towards us, his eyes wide as he takes everything in. Something about his presence makes Nate stop, him motioning to the two guys holding me. I sink to the ground as soon as they let me go, Namjoon running up to me as the guys run away.

"Holy shit CJ" he mumbles as he helps me up, his eyes holding a surprising amount of concern as we walk towards his car.

I try and wave him off, looking anywhere but at him. I hate looking weak in front of others, but I admit that I probably wouldn't be able to walk without his help right now.

"I'm ok Namjoon. I've definitely dealt with worse."

He doesn't budge, helping me into the passenger seat of his car as he takes the backpack off of my back for me and puts it in the back. The ride is silent, my eyes closed as the pain washes over me. I don't know where he is taking me, my head spinning too much for me to even care. For some reason I trust him though, not worrying at all about where we will end up.

I don't open my eyes until we have stopped and he has turned the engine off, that an indication that we have arrived. He has opened the door before I have even gotten the chance to take my seatbelt off, a quiet "thank you" leaving my mouth as I try and keep my busted lip as still as possible.

Confusion hits me like a truck though. My eyes are still watery from the pain I am feeling as he helps me walk towards the house he parked in front of, but for some reason it looks very familiar.