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by angrychim

by angrychim

[ chapter thirty-eight ]

I dried my hands and came out of the washroom, heading back to where I left Jasmine. Surprisingly, she was nowhere to be found. My eyebrows furrowed in concern as I scanned the area, looking for a petite girl in a black dress. Where did she go?

Maybe she went back to the bar, I thought, but was dumbfounded when I didn't see her there either. I dialled her phone number, but it went straight to voicemail. Sweat dripping down my forehead, I sprinted towards the bartender. "Hey, have you seen a girl, probably around 5'6 and was wearing a black dress?" I asked. The man shook his head, and I frustrated ran my hand through my hair.

Wait. That guy, the other bartender, he isn't here either. I saw the way he was eyeing Jasmine, what if he did something to her? "Hey, uh, where did the other bartender go, the one with the blonde hair?"

The man pointed to the other side of the room, where 2 security guards were standing. I quickly ran there, shoving my card into their sight so they would let me in. "Where did the man with blonde hair go?!" I exclaimed furiously. They pointed towards the room at the very end of the hallway.

I ran up to the door, and lunged at the doorknob, trying to open the locked room. As I tried to hit the door as much as I could, I could hear Jasmine's sobs and yells from the otherwise of the room. "STOP! DON'T TOUCH ME!"

No, God no, please. If that motherfucker lays a finger on her, I swear to God-

I slammed the door open, and anger boiled up inside of me as I saw Jasmine's terrified, desperate expression, crushed under that man.

The door slammed open, revealing Jungkook. Tears escaped my eyes as I sighed in relief and happiness. He's here, thank God. Without a second thought, Jungkook lunged at the man above me.

He punched Taemin in the stomach, while the other boy hit him straight in the face. I got up and quickly pulled on my heels, running to Jungkook. I pulled on his arm with all my might, trying to stop him. "That's enough, stop! Please, Jungkook!" I cried, this situation vaguely familiar.

Jungkook had knocked the man unconscious and pulled me out of the room as fast as he could. I shivered as his arms clutched around my scared figure.

We drove home, an empty silence lurking between us as we entered my home. I jumped as Jungkook slammed the door behind me, collapsing into the sofa, his head between his hands. I could tell he was mad at me. "Jungkook I'm so sorr-"

"JASMINE WHAT THE FUCK." he yelled. "IF I WAS EVEN A MINUTE LATE, WHO WOULD'VE KNOWN WHAT COULDVE HAPPENED TO YOU?!"

I winced as his words pierced through my skin. He walked up to me, frustration visible in his gaze. "I'm sorry, I should've taken care of mys- " I stopped when he suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace.

"God, Jasmine. Please.. Never scare me like that again," he said against my shoulder as his grip on my waist got tighter. My eyes softened as I slowly hugged him back.

I came back into the living room with the first-aid kit, seating myself beside Jungkook. I dabbed the bruise on his swollen cheekbone with ice before applying ointment. Jungkook's eyes were stuck on me as I applied the cream and moved my finger against the smooth curve of his perfect cheek.

"There you go," I finished and put away the stuff. I sighed as I leaned into Jungkook's lap, staring at the ceiling. "Why do I always get dragged into trouble," I ask. "And why are you always the one to save me?"

He smirks, removing a hair strand from my face. "It's because your my incredibly beautiful princess, and I'm your sexy knight in shining in armour."

I grin, before he suddenly leans down, face inches away from mine, placing his soft lips onto mine.

to be continued