“I’m telling you it was just some kids being kids. Don’t read too much into it man.” Yoongi patted Jin on his arm, trying to calm down the angry man,
“It wasn’t kids. I know it was that bitch upstairs.” Jin spat coldly,
“That bitch upstairs is right here you know. It wasn’t me, look at the glass,” you walked between the two men, both of them towering over you, “The glass is on the inside of the house, right? So it must’ve been smashed from the outside. I can’t leave the house, so how could it have been me?”
Jin shoved your body down on to the ground, not caring if you landed in the dozens of glass shards, he loomed over your figure, “Don’t try and outsmart me little girl, I know you had something to do with this.” He grabbed his khaki coloured jacket from the sofa and headed out the door.
“Where are you going?” Yoongi shouted,
“Melissa’s. Why, did you want to watch how a real man pleases his woman?”
How did a guy like him even find a mate?
The door slammed angrily, earning a disapproving groan from Yoongi’s lips before he left the room and a small shake from the entire building. As much as you hated Jin and his temperament, he was right, you did have something to do with the abundance of smashed glass that decorated the living room floor. Memories of the mans face flashed through your mind, you were almost certain you’d never seen him before. Rolling up the jeans Nancy had given you to wear you observed the bite mark again, could the man who came to the house be your bleeder?
Suddenly an excruciating pain hammered inside your head as you tried to stand up, the loudest ringing noise hung heavy on your ears, weighing you down to the floor once more. The intensity of the sound caused you to cover your ears with your hands, your body convulsing in agony on top of the smashed glass.