Physical Reasons || P.JM ✔

48 | Confront Her

You realized it was Micha who was standing on the other side of the room, and your brain exploded with emotion. 

Anger. Your blood was fucking boiling at the sight of her.

Fear. This was obviously what Namjoon had warned you about. Her revenge.

Confusion. What was she trying to pull off? No grand entrance? No monologue? The whole thing was so un-Micha.

"What is it?" Jin asked. You thought about saying something then, but you didn't want to alarm him if it was nothing. 

"Uh," you bit your lip, "I just.. uh.. I need to talk to Taehyung for a second."

Jin nodded, letting you slip away to where Jimin and Tae was standing. He grinned as you approached him.

"That was a short dance," he said. It only took him a second to recognize the look on your face, "What's wrong?" he immediately whispered, but you shook your head quickly. Micha was the last thing he needed to deal with right now.

"We've just got a little wedding problem," you forced a smile, "Can I borrow the best man really quick?"

Jimin nodded, looking relieved once he realized it wasn't something serious. Tae stepped away from Jimin and let you lead him away.

"It's Micha," you whispered urgently once you got out of earshot, "She's here."

"What the hell," he raised his eyes, searching, "Where?"

You nodded in her direction, and saw that she had moved closer to the action. 

"What the hell do we do?" you asked, chewing your lip anxiously.

He huffed, "You go fucking confront her," he told you, and you could see the anger flaring up in his face.

"Are you sure that's smart?" you asked.

"Look," he said, "I don't wanna pull a Jihyun and be the guy who hits the girl, but I could fucking take her down if I really need to."

You managed a small laugh despite the serious situation, and nodded at Taehyung's words. Before you could change your mind and do something logical, you let the anger you were feeling take control, and you stormed across the party towards her.

"What the fuck are you doing here," you hissed.

She looked up at you, giving a little giggle, "I'm just here to celebrate the happy couple."

"There's a reason you were invited," you said, jabbing your finger at her, "It's because you sure as hell aren't welcome here."

Her face turned from fake amusement to bitter, sour resentment in half a second. She took a few steps towards you, forcing you to move backwards.

"Do I look like I give a fuck that you don't want me here?" she hissed back at you, "I didn't want you to break up my relationship and ruin my life, but you still did that."

"I didn't ruin anything," you told her fiercely, "You ruined your own goddamn life when you acted like a toxic, poisonous bitch."

Taehyung came to your side, followed by Jin. Jin opened his mouth to say something, probably to ask if there was a problem or to ask Micha to leave, but Taehyung touched his arm, effectively silencing him. 

"I'm the bitch?" she let out a humorless laugh, "I'm not the bitch here. Why don't you try looking in a fucking mirror, on the off chance your face doesn't shatter it."

You realized the two of you had been moving, driving each other back until you were standing on the edge of the dance floor. Your voices were starting to raise, and people were starting to notice. Guests started moving off the dance floor, and Yoongi and Hobi moved over in your direction.

"I swear to fucking god, Micha," you growled at her, "You ruin everything you fucking touch. You broke Jimin. You broke Namjoon. You damn near almost fucking broke me," you were in her face now, close enough to spit on her, "You're a toxic bitch and no one wants you here."

You were barely aware of Jimin, standing at your shoulder. You were barely aware of the fact that the guests had cleared off the dance floor, and were standing around the room, watching warily.

Micha howled with laughter, and fell back away from you until the two of you were standing almost two feet apart. She didn't stop laughing, crazy, manic laughter.

"YOU RUINED MY FUCKING LIFE," she was screaming now, screaming at the top of her lungs, "AND IF YOU THINK I'M GONNA LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THAT, YOU'RE WRONG," you saw a blood vessel in her eye pop with the force of how hard she was screaming, "YOU DON'T GET TO LIVE HAPPILY WITH MY BOYFRIEND WHILE I SIT OFF IN THE CORNER, BITCH."

You matched your tone to hers, despite how scared you were, "THIS NIGHT ISN'T ABOUT YOU, AND IT ISN'T ABOUT ME, AND IT ISN'T ABOUT MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND," you shouted, "THIS IS A WEDDING, SO WHY DON'T YOU GET IT THROUGH YOUR SKULL THAT NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE?"

She was shaking, trembling, and you immediately realized you had made a mistake. You had made a huge mistake. You lost control and let your anger get the best of you, but you had forgotten one thing. You had forgotten what Namjoon had told you.

She wasn't just an average bitch, or a normal mean girl you would deal with in high school or at a job.

Something was wrong with her. Something had broken inside of her after everything that had happened. She wasn't right in the head, and that made her dangerous.

Micha lunged at you, and you ducked out of the way. Jungkook jumped in front of you, holding his hands up like he was trying to calm a spooked horse.

"Hey, hey," he said. Despite the alcohol, he seemed perfectly sober and clear now that something serious had happened. "Let's just calm down."

"Get the fuck out of my way, douchebag," she snarled at him.

"Please leave, Micha," he said, "Can't we all be mature with this? We can talk about this later, right?" he tried to sound confident, but he never was good with dealing with angry girls. He wasn't usually so calm when people were hostile or mean to you, but you could tell he was only trying to avoid conflict for the sake of the wedding.

Micha made a sound in her throat, like a rumbling growl. She lunged at Jungkook, and he didn't move, completely frozen in surprise.

You were the only one that saw the knife. And by the time you opened your mouth to scream, to warn him, it was too late.