The 7

Say it

Time had stopped in that very moment. You felt everything and nothing at the same. The air seemed to be sucked out of your lungs causing you to have smaller, shallow breaths, making you feel a little light headed. Seokjin's anxiety before made sense- if he really was your brother.

"Ahhshhd- I was just messing with you, can't young men these days take a joke" The bloody man slurred, staggering to his feet. He was obviously drunk. He always was. He inevitably failed to stand and instead crashed into the table, causing the glasses to fall over. Red wine falling off the side of the table- like a fountain of blood. 

"Come on now boys- crake a smile why don't you? You know I can-" The man walked towards Jimin but lost his footing, crashing into his chest and dropping drink all over his already bloodstained shirt. 

Jimin didn't say anything but instead throw him to the floor- spitting on his back.

"He's all yours" Yoongi snarled as the three of them made their way to there seats.

With an eerie silence, Joon got up from his seat. You weren't expecting it at all but Joon stopped and stretched out a hand to take yours. You know exactly what he was trying to do but there was no way you were going to do it. 

"No, Joon. I can't" You whispered to Joon, nervously glancing over to Seokjin- who was looking right back at you with teary eyes. Looking back at Joon, who was now crouched in front of you. He grabbed your face with his left hand- squeezing your cheeks so you looked like an absolute *u*. 

"Y/n it's okay. He is never gonna hurt you" Joons face going soft at the edges and mini waterfalls were waiting to fall from the edge of his eyes. "Never. Never. Never is he EvEr gonna hurt you again. Baby girl." with that he grabbed your hand, entwining your fingers and leading you round to the end of the table where he was still lying on the floor. 

Pulling himself to his feet- "oH! iT'S yOU! GeTt yoUr FucKinG hAnDS OfF hER!" Panic suddenly rose inside you-you grabbed Joons arm- pulling yourself closer to him. You knew you were safe with him. 

"'Her' has a name" Joon kept a calm tone but you didn't know how long he would be able to keep that up for. Looked up at him, not wanting to take your eyes off him, not wanting to blink just in case you found yourself back in your old home with your father's drunken rage.

"Don'T FuCKiNg tElL ME wHAt tO cAlL MY! DauGHTER" He paused- stumbling around for a bit. "She'S a FucKinG SlaG, aRen'T YoU! SLUT!" He shouted at you through his drunken fumbling. 

That was it, you were going back to your seat- pulling away from Joon- your father (not even wanting to give him that title) saw this as an opportunity.

He lunged at you. Pushing you away from Joon, and by grabbing your shoulders he pushed you against the wall. The reek of alcohol practically pouring from his skin, the smell assaulting you. It was a smell you hadn't smelt in a while, it instantly took you back to when you were 16 and you would come home to find him drunk- again- and your beloved mother in a state of utter distress. 

The tears started to fall quickly from your eyes. 

"Don't you dare make a sound you little sl-" He spat at you, but not being able to finish his sentence as Joon pulled him off you, flinging him across the room with such ease it was alarming. 

"HE-" Your father was going to protest but his obnoxious drunken slur was quickly knocked out of him as Joons fist smacked his delusion out of him. 

His uncoordinated body collided with the floor. He shook his head.

"Sir, I'm sorry! I'm drunk, you know what happens to a man once he's had a few too many" His words fell on deaf ears as Joon was not going to be sweet-talked by him. 

Joon crouched down next to him, grabbing his collar. Silence filling the gap as he thought of what to say. You were still paralyzed with fear. Glancing around you noticed that the others all had the same cold stare plastered onto their faces- watching the scene unfold.

"You. Disgust. me." Joon growled at him and bringing your attention back to what was happening. His face flushed red. You saw the rage growing inside him. 

"You will never see her again. You will never say he name again. You won't ever even think of her again." His voice started to waver a little as he spoke- You couldn't tell if it was due to anger or upset. 

 "Ahhhh" A gargled laugh erupting from his mouth. "I know who you are" An ugly smirk smeared its way over his face. 

Joon didn't say anything. His facial expression flashing a shade of panic. It scared you: he had never mad that face before. 

"You were the stupid rich Mafia boy that-" 

Joons teeth gripped. His jaw grinding the anger as if it was a piece of steel in a grinder. 

He reached into the inside pocket of his blazer and pulled out ~a gun~ . 

Your father stopped talking as Joon pressed the end of the gun to the skin under his chin.

"Say it." 

His voice was shaking- The waterfalls that wouldn't fall before had well and truly falling.  

"Say. It. I Dare you." he said pushing the gun further to his throat. 

"Say it"