Guardian Angel

17. Unconscious

Your POV 

You stared, frozen in horror, as Jimin punched Mark on his jaw. Your best friend collapsed to the ground, clutching his face. You shifted your gaze to Jimin who was standing and looking down at Mark. What infuriated you even more than the fact that he had punched your childhood friend, was how cocky and proud of himself he looked as he smirked down at Mark. 

"Jimin!" You screamed, your voice tinged with anger and horror at the same time. What was he even doing here, in Y/C?!  You snapped out of your frozen state as Jimin stalked towards Mark, who was painstakingly gathering the strength to stand up. You quickly removed your metal water bottle from your bag and gripped it in two hands, ready to take action. As Jimin neared your friend, who was still slightly disoriented, you swung the bottle with all your strength straight at his purple head. You winced at the sound that came from your bottle hitting his skull. 

He collapsed to the ground and immediately panic and regret rushed through your heart. Why did he always misunderstand scenarios so badly that you'd have to take extreme measure? It was almost like he was forcing your hand to drive you away from him. You knelt to the ground and lightly ran your hand through his hair to see if he had a concussion. You let out a sigh of relief when your fingers did not come across any bumps on his scalp.

"I'm sorry, Jimin. I really am." You whispered and you looked down at him with sad eyes as he passed out in your arms.

"Y/n," Called out Mark and you glanced up to find him looking down at you and Jimin with wide eyes.

"You know this guy?" He asked as he knelt down beside you. You nodded your head and glanced at the slowly growing crowd. People were whispering and pointing at the three of you. This would get really messy if anyone who recognised Jimin came along. How would you explain the fact that Jimin was miles away from where he was supposed to be and the fact that you had attacked him with a metal bottle.

"Shit! We need to take him to my place." You said in a hushed tone and Mark glanced at the crowd before nodding. He gently moved Jimin from your lap and quickly threw him over his shoulder so that Jimin's legs were dangling down his front and his head was dangerously close to his butt.

The two of you got up and Mark shouted some excuse about Jimin being a drunk friend of the two of you. People soon dispersed when they realised that the drama was over. You walked beside Mark, grateful for the first time in your life that they were no other ARMYs in your neighborhood. The two of you fast-walked all the way to your house and due to his longer strides, Mark easily overtook you. You winced at the sight of Jimin's head knocking against Mark's back every time the latter took a step. You weren't sure who was more uncomfortable, the guy who's head was so close to someone else's butt or the guy who had someone's head so close to his butt.

You jogged to catch up to Mark, who had already reached your house and was waiting for you in the front porch, and he quickly asked you for the keys. Wordlessly, you handed over your house keys to him and he opened the door. The thing was you were horrible at using keys. You'd always have to remove and put the key in again and again because you couldn't figure out which way to turn it. So as your best friend, and also the guy who had given up on you years ago, Mark opened all the doors for you. 

He returned the keys and walked in. You followed, shutting and locking the door behind you. You switched on the living room lights and Mark quickly dropped Jimin onto one of the couches. Before you could even remove your coat Mark started asking questions.

"Who exactly is he? I've never seen him and I know all your friends. When and how did the two of you meet?"

"Geez, calm down mom." You teased as you left your bag on the floor. You'd probably trip on it later but right now you didn't care.