twenty three

"Yes? Oh Bee, hey." his tone was quite sad.

"Yeah, it's time to go home Seok-Min." I said observing his expression.

"Y-Yeah." He replied, voice cracking. Oh no, he wasn't okay at all.

"Tell me who hurt you, I'll kung-fu him out of this dimension," I joked punching the air. He laughed softly but his laughter turned into a sob. Then, he broke down. For the whole time I had known him, he had been so composed but not today, maybe it was the alcohol. He sobbed louder and I felt my eyes water too.

"Come here, Tell me what's up," I opened my arms hugging him tight and he broke down completely. My heart was too weak for that.

"I-I just miss her, Bee. I miss her so much that It's hurting," He hiccupped against my shoulder and I hummed urging him to continue.

It was good to let it all out once in a while.

"You were doing so good bub, so brave, what happened now?" I asked him rubbing his back.

"You."

Huh?

"You came along and It collapsed, the walls I built collapsed as soon as you came around."

"What? What did I do?" I asked shocked but still with Seok-Min in my embrace.

"I, I never let anybody except the boys come so close to me. Then you came and all of ours' barriers and guards were down. In an instant, you were a part of our lives, like you've always been there. You, Bee, you made me open up to you and I started trusting you like I trusted her." he accused and pulled away. Wasn't that supposed to be good? To have someone you can open up to?

"I see her in you. She was just as brave and witty and now that we're close it seems like you're her. I miss her more every time I see you. And you fucking had to be so damn 'selfless' . I, I can't take it. This is tough. It's torture. I don't want you around me." He whispered, his head in his hands and eyes shut close. Oh, so that's how it is. Doesn't want me around him? Every word he said came like needles slowly pricking at my skin.

"If you find it so tough, I'm sorry. I'll leave you guys alone." I said as softly as possible. He looked at me like I took something away from him and shrugged with quirking eyebrows. Why did everybody either end up leaving or telling me to leave? I gathered up all my courage and moved my hand forward to caress his back so the tears stop.

"Your hands are shaking." He commented, glass in hand and brows raised in surprise.

"Yeah, I know", I said. I got so much stronger in the past few months why couldn't I get emotionally stronger too. He said something which should have made me leave immediately but I couldn't, not when he was crying like that. I couldn't see my brother like that. It felt like somebody was pulling my heart out of my chest and squeezing it.

"For the first time in the whole month I've known you, your hands are shaking while initiating affection." He abandoned his glass and stood up in front of me, towering over me, I felt intimidated, not because he was stronger but because I hurt him and I didn't even how.

"Why is that? Are you scared of me now that I told you something that hurt me? Huh? Why are you trembling?" He asked, authority dripping in every syllable and I unconsciously stepped back.

"I'm not afraid of you. I'm afraid of hurting you," I said closing my eyes. My words were still clear even through the loud music and cheers in the club.

"Oh, and why is that may I know? Like you haven't done that already staying around me. You're afraid of hurting me like I'd break with one touch. You're just plain stupid," He whispered harshly. His tone was cold, so much colder than before.

"Seok-Min, baby, you're just drunk, let's get you home, hm?" I said touching his cheek, still eyes closed. He released a breath and shook his head 'no'. I sighed and mumbled a barely audible 'okay'.

"I'll come when I want to, I not going anywhere for now." He spat and I looked at him with soft eyes. Why was he doing this to me? All I wanted was a family.

I sat down beside him and asked for a glass of water. We both sat there quietly for at least ten minutes when my eyes followed the terrified gaze of the bartender.

Everything was happening so fast that it became too much for my brain to comprehend.

A man was rushing through the crowd with a gun and knife in hand and I was weaponless. I didn't see his face at first but as soon as he turned around I recognized him, he was the man that beat up Trevor and Jake. He was obviously here for them again because he was searching every corner for known faces. He spotted the bar and steered in our direction, it happened so fast that I had no time to warn Seok-Min.

Seok-Min casually stood up and turned around after emptying his glass. The man's ears perked up as soon as he spotted the only known face here and he ran up to us. I turned Seok-Min around standing in front of him and he tried pushing me away but not this time, I tried to run with him but he shoves me aside. The man grinned wide and aimed a knife at Seok-Min.

I got in front of him again and before he was able to shove me away, the knife came flying in my direction. I braced myself and caught it in my left hand. The knife pierced my skin like it was nothing and anger bubbled up in me. I threw my bag to the side also pushing Seok-Min behind me more. The man's brows furrowed for a second and an expression of recognition passed his face.

"Oh Hi backup-princess!" He grinned sadistically. What did he just call me?

He was a dead man now.

"You fucking asshole, how dare you attack them for the second time?!" I yelled throwing the knife back at him with my right hand and it hit his shoulder making him stumble back in pain and giving me enough time to grab the gun fron his holster. I grabbed onto Seok-Min's shoulder, who was still shocked by the way, and used them as a push to jump up and kick the man in his shin.

I pushed my heel onto his groin and bent down to snatch his gun. I cocked the gun and pulled the trigger in a milisecond. His body grew Limp and I shot another set of his men I had noticed with him easily tossing the gun after. How dumb of him to bring two people along to take out seven.

I turned around taking Seok-Min's hand, locking our fingers together leaving the some still dancing and some shocked locals. He followed me without complaining and we both headed out the club with my bag on his shoulder. I called a Taxi and got in leaving his hand finally. He stumbled along into the Taxi and I told the driver the boys' address. I could feel him looking at me sideways but I ignored it. He wanted me to leave, so I will.