My Stupid Love Story

Part 5: Phone call

I was frozen again, unknown to me what I should do in this situation. "Do you even realize what kind of danger you're in now?"

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. He rubbed his eyes in his right hand and trailed it down to his chin. "Now I have to be responsible for you. You have to follow me you understand?"

I shook my head in argument. "No! Why should I?" He grumbled "you don't have a choice. We fight for territory here. They'll kill you to get to me."

I crossed my arms and looked away. "Then why didn't you just let him kill me?" I asked softly. He scoffed and laughed sarcastically.

"Honestly, right now I wish I did." I roll my eyes and start walking away. "Hey! Where the hell are you going punk?!" He yelled.

"Home. Like you told me to?" I said turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow. His eyebrow rose to, giving me a dirty look.

I sigh, knowing that arguing and fighting won't fix anything and wait for him to catch up. It was the most awkward walk home I had ever had.

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It's been a couple weeks now since that day. It's been kind of rough with Yoongi following me everywhere and insisting that I do what he says.

It getting ridiculous and I only feel like I have privacy when I find a way to hide or go into a bathroom stall.

I guess it's my own fault though. I did listen to a conversation that I wasn't supposed to hear. I learned new things about all of the gangs here.

Their job is to rule over and protect the towns and areas they have territory over. It's no wonder police don't stop them, they listen to their rule.

All of us are led by gangs and they're not rebel's against society. They are society. Their job is to protect their territory and get more territory from other gangs.

The other rule is that you can't kill anybody in their own territory who's apart of the gang but they can kill you.

Basically, Yoongi was serious. The law didn't go against that guy doing whatever he wanted to me. All of the stuff he was doing to protect me and I new that but.. I still found it annoying anyways.

I huffed in annoyance when I saw him leaning on the wall when I walked out of the classroom. I was so annoyed I decided to make a run for it.

My feet stomped through the hallways as I ran, ignoring all the screaming and yelling that came from him.

I ran as fast as I could out of the building and into the forest but I could still hear him following.

When his clunky boots came closer I turned around to him. Not having enough time to stop, he rammed into me and caused us both to fall with him on top of me.

My eyes where dazed and I couldn't focus on what happened from what just happened. He quickly pinned my wrists next to my head and caught his breath.

"Caught you.." my eyebrows furrowed in anger and annoyance. "Let go." He shook his head.

"You'll Just run off again." I turn my eyes to look at a tree to my right. "Then let me go." His grip on my wrists tightened.

"I can't do that. Don't forget that you stupidly put yourself in danger and now it's my job to protect you." I swallowed hard, as if swallowing my pride as I looked back at him.

"Listen, do you think I wanna do this? I don't want to follow you everywhere but I have to protect you. It's my responsibility." My heart thumped at his words.. I didn't understand why. Did that really make me care about him? No that's crazy. Even if it was only a slight bit I could never care about him.

"Let go of me." I repeated. He shook his head. "Only when you promise not to run from me like that again." His husky voice spat back.

I sigh in defeat. "Fine..I promise. Now let go." He slowly let go and I sat up, looking away from him.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger in distress as he called someone. "Got any leads?" He paused, waiting for the person on the other side to answer.

"Come on, hurry the hell up! I'm not paying you to fuck around." I turned back to him.

I didn't think there was ever a time he didn't look angry except when he was drunk. They say that you become your true and unfiltered self when you're drunk.

Does that mean he really does have complex feelings and emotions? Of course every person does but it just seemed so out of ordinary for his character.

I stared at his features some more and imagined him smile. He's known as a good looking guy and I'm sure he'd have a nice smile. I'd like to see it.. I thought.

"Alright... mhm... okay... wait what?!" I flinched from the sudden aggression in his voice. He turned to me and covered the speaker on his phone.

"Jimin do you live with anyone..?" I froze and stared at the dirt below me "n..no.. I live alone.." I heard him curse under his breath as he turned the speaker back to himself.

"Did they find out?... god dammit... yeah I'll watch him... just keep that bastard away, got it?! Okay.. see ya" he shoved his phone in his pocket and stood up, grabbing my arm and dragging me away.

"Yoongi what the hell was that?!" He sighed gently and spoke in a calm voice. "They're coming after you.. I'm staying at your house with you until they give up."

I pull my arm back and stopped walking "what?! No way?!" He raised an eyebrow "you planning on dying any time soon?" I sighed and thought for a minute.

"Come on.. please don't make this any more difficult than it is. Let me protect you."

I pause for a second more and nod. "Okay.. fine."