Y/N's POV
I ran down the stairs, ignoring Jin, tripping over my dress. "Shit..." I mumbled, sitting up, looking at my now bludgeoned ankle.
"You okay?" Jin asked.
I looked up at him. "Of course I am."
I tried standing up, then almost fell again, clinging onto Jin's arm so I wouldn't. Yoongi came to the stairs. "I heard a thud, everything oka- LET MY SISTER GO KIM SEOKJIN OR ELSE I'LL BEAT YOUR SORRY ASS!" He spoke, screeching the second part.
"She fell. Look at her ankle. She can't even walk, bastard." Jin told him.
I felt as if I was being lifted up, but I had my eyes tightly closed from the pain in my left ankle.
Yoongi's POV
"Put her down!" I hissed, following Jin as he carried Y/N bridal style to the table. He put Y/N into her seat, and she finally opened her eyes, looking at a red-faced, pissed off me giving Seokjin death glares. She tapped me.
"Yoongi, if I... Liked... One of your bandmates... Would you mind...?" She whispered into my ear.
