you think you're so tough || Min Yoongi FF ✔️

Min Yoongi

The last thing you expected on your walk home from work was to see two boys fighting on the street. You usually would ignore things like this of course, living in New York it wasn't uncommon for people to fight when the sun had already set.

You only lived a few blocks from work, so usually you'd just walk.

You worked at a strip club, and while you weren't really the one stripping because that wasn't for you, you were a house mom. You made sure the girls were safe, bought clothes and helped keep them clean and kept an eye on them.

Everyone there always told you that you could be a stripper but still, you weren't really into it just yet.

However, you were planning on ignoring the fight of the two boys when suddenly a few more boys started walking out after one of them was clearly winning to help defend the loser. You stopped, you were only across the street.

You watched as the man was pulled off of the other boy he was beating, he looked like he was about to scream but they quickly covered his mouth with their hands while one held him and the others started to kick him and punch him.

You couldn't watch anymore.

You reached into your bag and put your hand on the grip, not pulling it out as you ran across the street, "Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" you yelled out at them.

The men laughed at that as they turned to face you, "The fuck do you want, Princess? Looking for a good time? Like watching us beat up this little boy? Turning you on, isn't it?"

"He seemed to be kicking that one's ass pretty good until you jumped him," you continued, watching as the boy squirmed in the grip, he was weak after being attacked by all the men. He now clearly had a black eye and bruises all over his body.

The man's smile dropped as he looked at you, "You should get along sweetheart, unless you want us to hold you down too, hm?"

Suddenly, the man pushed the weak boy to the ground, he gasped when he weakly landed on the ground, curling up into a ball to try and comfort the pain in his stomach and they all started surrounding you, with a loose chuckle, "You think you're so fucking tough," you pulled the hand gun out of your bag, aiming it directly up at them, "Put your fucking hands up."

They all gasped as they quickly did your order, taking a few steps away from you not to anger you anymore.

There were 3 of them, the only that was losing in the fight that had to have help by his friends was pretty large too, and he was getting his ass kicked by someone probably half his size.

Pathetic, you thought.

"Get the fuck out of here," you said, aiming your gun at them, watching as they slowly nodded.

"Yes ma'am, we're sorry to upset you," the man quickly said formally before the three of them quickly retreated back into the alley, leaving you alone on the sidewalk with the boy on the ground.

You're surprised he's not crying or anything, he just looks totally done. He looks to be in a lot of pain as his face cringed slightly.

You crouched down in front of him, "Let me take you to the hospital."

He shook his head, "You don't need to do shit for me, I can defend myself," he responded weakly, but a bit of a snap to his voice.

You smirked at that, this boy was clearly struggling a lot, "Come on," you said, reaching your hand out and pushing your gun into your belt behind you just in case the men tried to run back up, you could quickly pull it out.