If You Love Me

Chapter 20: A family Reunion

(This chapter contains suicidal themes and violence. My dear readers, if any of you are sensitive to the aforementioned, please read with caution. Or skip this chapter and wait for the next one if it is too uncomfortable. :)

"Get. The. Fuck. Out."

You swear you can nearly see a vein surface on Bora's flushed neck. As she continues yelling and staring down the man to a pulp, you catch a wink of his genuine confusion. By now the man has endured enough of a lashing to mimic the look of a damp puppy in a back alley; scared to pieces!

"YOU FUCKING LITTLE PRICK! JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I-"

The both of you watch as the man exits the premise - well, you watch as he leaves. Bora is currently being restrained by the bouncer-like grip of your aunt.

"Bora! You cannot just go around cursing out customers like that!" Your aunt frees Bora from her grasp and heaves a heavy sigh. Thanks to your sister, it looks like she just lost another valuable customer.

"Seriously though, props for kicking the slimeball's ass." She breaks the ice and high fives your sister, the two chuckling as if what had happened moments prior reaps zero effect on the two. Your aunt breaks into a brilliant British accent, "Impeccable performance my dear! Holding the Lee name with a dash of badass as usual. My, you are certainly one of my nieces."

With your aunt's arm slung around her shoulder, Bora plays along. "Yes, couldn't have said it better myself!"

"Say, you fancy a beer?" Your aunt bursts into an adorable chuckle.

"Was the word yes invented for any other reason?"

This has you dumbfounded.

The two continue to jabber in other nonsense that you've just tuned out.

What the hell is happening?

Is nobody really going to acknowledge the fact a shady man in a suit managed to duck the security and go completely unnoticed?

"Umm... Guys?"

They stop mid-skip and turn back with confused expressions. Suddenly Bora gasps apologetically. She dashes over to you and takes your hand in hers. "Oh yeah! Sis, wanna come?"

You roll your eyes. "To get shitfaced drunk? Ha, yeah right."

Bora smirks.

"Exactly."

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The corners of Yoongi's lips crack with the urge to fight back as the grinding of heavy metals slamming into his wrists. He attempts to twist out of the puzzle knotted behind his back, only to earn a threatening snarl from the man clutching his right.

"Don't make me hit you sir."

Yoongi thrashes his head back in a dryly sardonic chuckle. "Why? Afraid to miss your next paycheck?"

Yoongi wishes he retracted those words as the bodyguard lodges his fist fresh into Yoongi's side. He grunts in a roughed up wince as the man retracts his balled hand. "Probably deserved that one."

Returning a crooked grin, the bodyguard shakes his head.

The rest of the journey through the twisted halls of Yoongi's youth passes in a blur. A heavy must have familiarity has him all choked up as he passes by various turns and smiling maids - they had always been there for him when The Madame was not.