You Were My Love

Scene 92 - Red Light

Hello everyone!

I'm soooo glad that I can be back at publishing! (leaps in joy)

Hard times are not over yet, but hopefully, they will soon be...

Also yesterday I spent hours trying to fix my WP acc that I just could not log in to!!!

T-T

That's why I'm only uploading now...

Please enjoy this chapter, vote and comment!

Take care!

Sending love,

Laety_KC

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WARNING !

Mentions of "slight" physical abuse

(if such a thing as "slight" abuse exists)

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"Lost, aren't we, puppy?"

The slurred words that were whispered in a near growl just behind his ear startled him and he whipped around.

A tall, bulky, black-haired male was eyeing him up and down with greedy dark eyes that immediately made Jimin feel uncomfortable.

The latter was also quite disgusted at the smell of his alcohol breath.

Another drunk party-goer...

Booze obviously made him blind to – or uncaring for – all human signals other than those he wanted to see.

And he was way, way too close for Jimin's comfort...

"I'm fine," he firmly replied, but when he tried to step back from the hulky carouser, he felt his nasty hand grab at his waist while his other arm trapped his left shoulder.

Jimin yelped out of displeased surprise and unwillingly dropped his phone.

He could tell that, fortunately enough, it was not broken, since it started to ring at that very moment.

"Oh, did I scare you, cutie?" the massive male said in a half pleased, half mock-sorry tone.

The ringing tone faded, only to resume a few seconds later.

"Let go of me!!" Jimin ordered while pushing the other on his chest and arms, trying to get out of the large-limbed man's disgusting hold – to no avail.

The bulky bully even seemed happy about Jimin's failing attempts.

"Il Kwan, what are you do- oh, here you are!"

Another mumbling voice rose and some other man appeared.

Dark hair, dark eyes too, but smaller in stature and height.

The lanky yet muscular new-comer checked Jimin out under his friend's drunken chuckles.

"Hey, Mal Chin, looks like I found us a pretty pup to play with..." he rejoiced.

"Ss- seems so indeed," he half slurred while staring at the dancer's toned legs and chest.

He staggered forward, his hand held up in front of him.

He was about to grab Jimin's cheek when the dancer's ringing phone distracted him.

The bully grabbed the cell from the ground and looked down at the screen.