Dangerous Woman | Jeon Jungkook

Part 6

I'm taking back everything I said about the night I went out with Jaeho. I could consider that day the best day of my life compared to tonight. I'm about to lose my mind. The drive home was filled with paranoia that I didn't even notice how often the driver had called for me, saying that we had already arrived. I couldn't stop myself from constantly looking out of the back window in fear of being followed by one of the men. You can never be too careful.

The anxiety, the racing heart, and the feeling of helplessness. A moment of horror. 

Sometimes, when you are watching an action movie and you see how stupid women are just standing by doing absolutely nothing, you might think, 'Oh, I can do that with my bare hands, just a kick in the balls is enough'. But it all turns out completely different from what you think. Most men are physically stronger than women, that's just the way things go in nature and they do not hesitate at all to use this power for their own benefit, especially when they know that you can't defend yourself. I am not the most fragile woman, I claim to be capable of a lot, but I was scared. I was alone. I was outnumbered. I had no experience with such a situation. How was I supposed to do anything against two grown men? I pray to God that I will never have to go through something like this again.

Self-defense class has to be taken anyway, that's the number one rule for me now.

Now under the safe roof of my apartment, I kick away the fucking high heels after running from the cab to my front door like a paranoid person. Well, if you can even call that running. Who the hell is responsible for creating these stupid shoes? This is torture.

The fear is still palpable in my body, my muscles still tense, the blood is withdrawn, my face pale like a piece of paper. I definitely need a long, warm bubble bath.

I don't know what would have happened to me if that guy with the dark hair hadn't been there, but in spite of everything, he fucked up in the end. What was that last sentence of his? Like it wasn't enough that I almost got raped, he had the audacity to come up with some cheap pick-up line. He ruined his whole image, his whole act. But I'm still grateful for his help, at least he didn't try to touch me in any way. 

Screw it, I'm never going to see him again.

My dress is already long forgotten on the floor, the hard-worked make-up wiped off and the hair in a pinned-up hairdo. I throw two bath bombs in my hot bath, one in blue, the other one in pink, maybe they will help me to relax a little. 

Before I step into the bathtub, I take a look at myself in the mirror. My face looks tired, the shadows under my eye seem darker than the night itself and I notice a bruise on my arm. I walk up to the mirror to get a better look at it and realize that the man's fucking fingers are visible, he must have gripped that brutally.

"That dickhead," I mumble to myself and step into my long-desired bath. 

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Please, only another five minutes.

This early in the morning the annoying house phone shrills up and pulls me out of my dream, forcing me to drag myself out of bed groaning. Before I make my way downstairs, I glance at the clock on the wall in my bedroom with one eye closed, still not used to the brightness, and realize that it is almost noon. Last night must have really left me so worn out that my inner alarm clock did not wake me up and made me sleep for over ten hours.

"Hello?"

"Thank God you're safe, El! Do you know how worried I was about you? You haven't responded to my texts or calls since last night." Her voice pierces through the phone. She talks so fast and loud, I have to strain my brain to make out what she is saying. She must have been really worried because I have never heard Nora so worked up. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't check my phone." I decide not to tell her about yesterday's incident, I know she wouldn't forgive herself, even though it's not her fault. I was the one who sent her and Alex off, regretting it afterward, of course. 

Holding the phone pressed against my ear with my shoulder, I search through the purse I was using yesterday. I empty out its entire contents but frown when I realize that it is nowhere to be found. 

"This can't be true. I think I lost my cell phone."

"Are you sure? Check all over your apartment again."

"No, I'm sure. The last time I held it in my hand was in the bar and I never touched it again. It must have fallen during the... um... never mind," nervously chuckling I throw myself on my sofa, "Anyway, how did your little date with Alex turn out?"

After Nora shared everything in detail about her time with Alex, which I listened to with a big smile, we hang up the phone with a goodbye. The conversation must have taken so long that I completely forgot to prepare myself something to eat. Time always flies by so fast with Nora, whether it is in person or on the phone. Her company is one that I enjoy. Since I don't feel like eating anyway, I decide to wait until dinner and watch some series I'm left behind because of my work. 

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Apparently, I was still very exhausted, because when I open my eyes, the movie I had chosen is already finished and the credits are now all that is left of it. 

My stomach growls, giving me the signal that I should be eating something now, so I turn the TV off and move into the kitchen to cook some dinner. My fridge doesn't have the same opinion, because it doesn't offer any vegetables or meat that I want to eat. I should go for groceries more often. 

Puffing out a breath with the house phone in one hand, since I have eventually lost my cell phone, which I am sure of, because I already checked everywhere while I was talking to Nora on the phone, I call the next best restaurant to get myself some take-out.

Since my apartment is kind of a mess, I wash the dishes in the sink and take the glasses off the table while I wait for the deliveryman.

Right on time, the doorbell rings as I dry off my damp hands with a cloth and make my way to the door. I had already put the money on the dinner table, so I grab it on the way to the door and check again if it is enough. 

I'm so hungry, I could devour an entire chicken by myself.

But when I open the door, someone else catches me by surprise, someone I never would have expected in my life. So I slam the door shut out of panic right before this someone even has the chance to say anything. 

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A/N: *dramatic drums playing in the background*