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Chapter Three: You Fucked the Wrong Girl

"Trouble on my left, trouble on my right. I've been facing trouble almost all my life."

"What the fuck did you do to piss off the Park brothers?" Seulgi scoffed.

"You're dead, Jung!" a voice yelled from the other side of the door.

"I slept with Jimin," he breathed out.

"Welp," Johnny collapsed back onto the couch. "You're dead."

"What's happening?" you whispered into Seulgi's ear.

She leaned towards you. "Your roommate slept with the little sister of two of the most violent men in the neighborhood."

"Oh," you breathed out. "I see."

Johnny scoffed at your under-reaction to the current situation.

"I don't understand," Minghao sighed. "If anyone is capable of handling themselves, it's Park Jimin. She would never ask those two to fight her battles."

"It's not her battle," Johnny explained. "It's theirs. And it's not her that can't handle herself. It's them. They hold her on a fucking pedestal. They refuse to believe that she can protect herself and make her own decisions."

You'd seen situations like this before. Your older brother did this when you told him about people who slept with you. And you certainly had some sit-downs with girls who fooled around with your little brother.

Overprotective older siblings were nothing new to you, this was just the first time you were on the side of the person being attacked.

"I don't get it," Jisoo spoke jokingly. "Why would Jimin sleep with you of all people?"

Hoseok rolled his eyes and pushed harder against the door that was this close to being pounded in.

"We were drunk," he exhaled, throwing the mattress and air pump onto the floor. "Music was playing, there was flirting. You know the usual way hookups occur."

"You fucked the wrong girl, Hoseok!" another voice boomed.

"Alright, that's enough," you stood up, annoyed with the banging.

"What are you doing," Minghao asked.

You walked into the hall, into your room, and right into your closet, picking up your long metal bat that you somehow fit into your luggage.

Thankfully it fit into your luggage.

You walked back into the living room greeted by five pairs of staring eyes.

"What are you doing," Hoseok repeated Minghao's question.

"Get in the hall," you told him and he listened.

You leaned the bat against the wall next to the door and took a deep breath.

Then opened the door, barely enough to fit your body through.

"Yes?" you looked at the men in your doorway.

That looked down at you in confusion. "Who are you?"

You scoffed at them. "How rude. You're the ones knocking at my door so loudly in the middle of the day, shouldn't I ask who you are?"

They looked dumbfounded. "You don't live here."

You raised an eyebrow. "Tell that to my lease."

"Look we saw Hoseok run in here," one spoke aggressively.

"And we know he lives here," the other spoke in the same tone.

You felt something hovering near you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Johnny, standing just out of view from the Parks, holding the knife you had left on the shelf.

"What do you want?" you asked, overplaying your confidence.

"Look," one sighed. "He did something, that deeply offended us."

"So we need to teach his ass a lesson. So, uh, do us a favor and let us in," the other practically demanded.

"No," you stated.

"No?"

"No," you repeated slowly and proceed to slam the door in their faces, picking up your bat.

"You didn't lock it," Johnny looked at you with a concerned look.

"I know," you smirked before throwing the bat over your shoulder and turning around to the door opening.

"Didn't I say you couldn't come in?" you asked the two men while you were in a basic swinging position.

"What the fuck," one of them sighed.

"Look, little girl, don't play where you can get hurt," the other snapped.

'Little girl?'

You had been underestimated because you were a girl so many times in your life it was almost a tradition whenever you got into a fight.

You hated it.

But you loved it when you proved them wrong.

You scoffed and swung at his knee. "Get bent."

And there it was. The thrill. The thrill that you had been desperately trying to avoid for the safety of the general public. The thrill that carried your life on ever since you were ten. The thrill that drove you to become the most feared woman in Daegu.

"Fuck," he scratched out as he fell to the floor.

"Y/N!" Seulgi yelled in shock and gasps were heard around the room.

"Hyung!" his brother shouted.

The older glared up at me from the floor. "Who the fuck do you think you are."

"Na Y/N," you smiled crazily. "Nice to meet you."

The brothers continued their deadly glares.

"I like this girl," Minghao said enthusiastically.

You raised a challenging eyebrow once again. "And you are?" you smirked.

The one standing pulled out a knife and smiled. "Park Chanyeol, the pleasures all mine."

You smiled at the sight of the knife.

'Dude really brought a knife to a bat fight,' you thought.

And then Johnny stepped closer to you, holding up his knife.

'I guess I brought a bat to a knife fight'

"The fuck are you guys doing here?" the man on the floor asked the four people in your apartment.

"Same as you, Jinyoung," Jisoo responded calmly. "Looking for Hoseok."

"And he's not here," Johnny continued. "So you can leave now."

"No one asked you, Suh," Chanyeol snapped.

"Hey!" you yelled at the men. "You heard him. Hoseok's not here. Get out."

Chanyeol looked back down at you and smirked, stepping closer with his knife.

"I wouldn't talk like that if I were you Na Y/N," he threatened.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed before swinging your bat down on his arm, sending the knife to the ground and him onto his knees.

He grabbed his arm in pain and grunted in pain.

You set yourself up to hit him again.

But before you could know the guy out, something stopped you.

"Wait!" a feminine voice rang from the front doorway.