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Today was my fourth day here, and right now, I am in a restaurant with Suga. The place, which somehow resembled a pub, was in some deserted part of the town, so that, no one will recognize him, and honestly speaking, this place reeked of alcohol. It was kind of creepy, too.

Yoongi was sneaking glances at me, while sipping his alcoholic drinks, every now and then. I know what he is trying to play at. If he thinks I'll be scared from this much, then, he is dead wrong. Because I'll not be. I have done a lot to come this far, and I will not back out until I get all the answers.

"So, is this where you come often?" I asked, trying to make a conversation.

He ignored me as he was sipping his drink.

"When are we leaving? Isn't it getting late?" I attempted to make a conversation again.

And again, he ignored me.

"Are these drinks strong? Can I try them?"

Once again, he didn't reply.

I was getting annoyed of this. Like, who does he thinks he is? I know it's me that approached him, but he should know to behave better than that. And no, I am not going to give up.

I 'accidently' attempted to throw his glass of drink on his cloth, so that, he will at least shout at me. But unfortunately, he moved away the glass before I could do that. I glared at him, as he kept on a blank, yet amusement was seeping through it, kind of face.

Having enough of all these, I slammed my hand on the table. He looked at me with an emotionless face and then, was back to ignoring me.

I decided to walk away from him and have a walk around. Everywhere I went, it smelled of alcohol. Guys off all age were there- gambling, drinking, smoking, kissing girls, and all other impure stuffs going on there.

I averted my eyes from all these, gave up, and was about to go back to sit with Yoongi. But from the corner of my eyes, I saw middle-aged guy, crouching down, holding his stomach, and there was no one to help him.

Poor guy!

I walked over to him, in order to help him. The guy, fortunately, didn't reek of alcohol and looked pretty much normal compared to others here.

"Are you okay, mister?" I asked him.

He shifted his eyes towards me and replied, "I am not. My stomach is hurting terribly, and I can't even get up."

"Oh, dear!"

I looked around for anyone from whom I could ask for help. But my eyes didn't fall upon anyone who was sober enough to help me. Looks like I have no choice, but to carry him by myself.

"Let me help you."

I held his hand, helping him get up, and he held my hand back, trying to get up. The way he gripped my hand made chills run down my spine. But for that moment, I decided to ignore it.

I helped him stand up, and this time, I felt his hand touch my waist. This was getting completely uncomfortable. I need to get this done first.

"So, where should I help you to?"

"It would be really nice of you to make me to my room. It's just around the corner."

"Sure."

With that, I decided to take him to his room. But in the middle of it, he tightened his grip around my waist and hand. He moved his head closer to my neck, and it felt as if he was sniffing me.

Finally, we reached his room. Taking the keys from his hand, I unlocked the lock and opened the door. I loosened my grip around his hand and forwarded him to go in.

"There, mister," I said, faking a smile.

Just then, he stood straight. My eyes widened as he did that. I mean, didn't he have a stomach ache? What does this mean, then? Was he lying?

"Come on. What's the rush? The night is young. We could have some fun," he suggested, pinning me to the corridor's wall.

"What are you doing?" I asked, struggling under his grip. But it was to no avail; he was too strong.

Shifting his face closer to my neck, he voiced out, "Having fun. Now, you like fun too, right?"

"I don't like this type of fun."

After that, I screamed for help and tried my best to loosen his grip. But none of it worked. No one came for help, and his grip didn't loosen. His leg blocked mine, so that I couldn't kick at his penis.

He simply chuckled at that, saying, "There is no one here to save you."

Tears began to form in my eyes for how much pathetic and helpless I looked now. This moment made me regret everything. I wanted to go back, back home, before anything worse happens.

"You're wrong about that," a voice spoke.

You saw that someone was there, holding the pervert's hand back, and that someone happened to be Yoongi. The pervert looked at Yoongi's face, and judging from his reaction, I could say he recognized him.

The pervert began shivering with fear, and began crying for his life. Yoongi just glared at him and then, snapped his hand, breaking it, probably.

You just looked at how terrifying Yoongi was. Those eyes of him beared no remorse, no pity, no hint of sadness as he broke cracked his hand.

Then, Yoongi loosened his grip and said, "Be happy that I let you go with mere break."

The pervert simply ran away after tripping on the flat ground. And I, paying to attention to any other thing, hugged Yoongi tightly. What shocked me was the fact that Yoongi hugged me back!

Maybe it was around then that I started falling for him. Back then, I wasn't aware that fill fall will hurt way more than expected, and maybe kill some.