You Were My Love

Scene 94 - Impatience

Doubts were keeping Jimin's mind busy when suddenly he was interrupted in the most violent way.

He was harshly and painfully smashed to the ground by a pair of rough hands and bulky arms.

He was stunned and knocked out of air from the shock.

It took him some time to get back to his full senses and realize what had just happened.

"See?" the voice started in an angry, drunken growl. " 'told you it was him, Mal Chin! He's the hoe that got us into trouble earlier! I could spot this fluffy hair and this bouncy butt in a million..."

Jimin scrambled backwards near the closest wall, pressing himself hard against it for protection.

Fear stroke at his heart as the two bullies stepped forward, forming a sturdy wall that blocked him from any escape.

Pure, intoxicated hatred glowered in their eyes...

"Grab him!" the lanky one ordered his hulky friend in a harsh tone.

His eyes were darting murderous glares at Jimin, who was starting to realize in horror how wrong things were turning.

He made a move to the side, trying to escape and make a run for it.

He ignored the scratches on his knees and palms, and the pain in his lower back and legs, while he scrambled on all fours to the tiny space along the wall, between a trash container and the smallest bully.

Then he tried to stand on his feet.

But before he was even able to take two steps, brutal hands were gripping at his collar and in one swift move, he was lifted off the ground onto his feet.

The massive bully pinned him and fettered his wrists with his large sadistic hands.

Any hope of freeing himself from their renewed harassing was annihilated.

Suddenly, all the sounds were muffled to a distant background as Jimin started to get dizzy.

Voices of passers-by in a near alley, music blaring from Mama Kim's place, his ringing phone in his pocket, honks from the cars while taxi drivers cursed at drunken pedestrians who crossed the streets on red lights.

One harsh slap on his face cruelly brought him back to his senses.

Mal Chin had retaliated from the earlier rumble.

Jimin gasped.

His eyes instantly stung and brimmed with tears.

The hit left him speechless.

"You slut! Aren't you bragging around now that your friends left you, huh?!?"

Before he could even think of anything to reply, another smack hit his other cheek so hard that it made his head whip to the side and he felt his whole skull resonate with the blow.

He choked with a sob – he was both despaired at the hopeless outcome of the situation, and frustrated at this utter helplessness.

Why was he so useless?

"Hope you had fun when you watched your friend humiliate us in the middle of that street, because now it's payback time, PUPPY!" he snarled in his ear before his disgusting hands groped at Jimin's flesh.

His nauseating wet mouth licked and nipped at his collar bone and neck under Jimin's whimpers of protest and his vain hampered struggles.

His attempts seemed like useless stutters of fight back.

Il Kwan's crushing force let the misfit freely enjoy the show of his buddy's assault.

A horrified Jimin watched him, in the stun of his despair as he leaned forward, towards the dancer's face.