Fight for Us

Chapter 94 (TW)

Ning stopped on her tracks, her eyes widening in realization at what she had said. She looked at her sister's left hand; noticing her knuckles were white; her right hand clutching on her jeans.

"...Mijoon is Jeongwoo-" She looked at Minjeong, shocked, "...Unnie, did you know-"

"-It had crossed my mind but-," She took in a shaky breath, "I've known my son for months and I couldn't even recognize him-"

"-It's okay," She muttered, pausing her hand on her thigh and patting it, "You know...Now that I come to think about it...He really takes after you," She pursed her lips, "Quiet, doesn't talk much. But when he starts trusting you, he'll smile and tell you what he likes and does...Studies as if he wouldn't graduate first grade if he doesn't have an A in every exam," She stared at Minjeong, "He takes that after you. And your good looks, too."

"...Ning-"

"...When he was born," Ning muttered, fighting back a smile, "I was the fourth person to hold him. First was Jimin unnie. Second was Giselle unnie. Then eomma. Then me," She smiled, "His skin was so pink and it was full of blood. He was wrapped in this white towel," She stopped, "...I thought he really looked like you," She bit her lip, "And I told him, 'Mama can't protect you anymore, but auntie will'," She took in a shaky breath, breathing out a smile as tears pooled in her eyes, "I couldn't-"

"-Ning ah," Minjeong breathed out deeply, "...Thank for taking care of Jimin and my son for me," She muttered, briefly looking at her, "...You're so selfless that you didn't even want to tell me...but Jimin and eomma did," She put her hand over Ning's, "Thank you for taking care of them," She leaned her hand up briefly, kissing it, "Thank you, Ning. I love you."

Ning smiled back at her.

"...Let's kick his ass."
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"You have a really good ass for someone who's had babies twice...But goddamn your pussy...Still as tight as I remember...I'm guessing that idiot of your girlfriend loves to fuck you hard."

Jimin gulped down silently, rolling around on the bed, her eyes red from crying so much. A tear fell down her left cheek and she just stared into emptiness, trying to forget everything that had been done to her for the past couple of hours. She bit her lip as she felt his fingers rub against the red marks in her back, his nail scratching it.

"...Aw...such a bother that those red marks are staining your white skin. If I were your girlfriend I'd be upset that someone had blatantly marked you like this," He sighed, "But as I am the person who marked you...I don't feel bad. At all."

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him, "Ah, Jimin...Why do you want to sleep that far from me, honey? You know I really like to sleep naked with someone right next to me, baby..."

It disgusted her. How he could just touch and hit her the ways he had, yet feel no absolute regret for what he had done. He had whipped and raped her; yet he acted as if it was okay to do so. It disgusted her so much that she couldn't even move and go away from that place due to all the beating he had given her and the pain it caused on her body.

"...Alright, so..."

Jimin closed her eyes, trying to sleep as he apparently just went into his business. But her eyes widened as she heard the sound of the camera's shutter, and she turned to her side, seeing his smirk.

"...Let me see...Kim Minjeong, here-"

"-N-No-"

"-Shh, I bet she misses seeing your ass...I think she'll complain about those marks on your back, though-"

"-N-No-!"

"-Sent!"

Jimin brought her hand up to her mouth, covering her voice as she began sobbing hard, her eyes watering up.

She had left Minjeong behind without a word so that she wouldn't suffer. She had purposely left her cellphone so that she could show those text messages to the police and denounce Jeno.

But she couldn't stop Minjeong from seeing the picture Jeno had just sent her. Her eyes closed tightly, imagining her reaction when she saw that picture, that would surely be accompanied by a mocking text from Jeno.

"...Oh Jimin, don't cry," He cooed, putting his cellphone on the bedside table, and bringing Jimin to his arms, "What makes my Karina cry, huh?"

Jimin sobbed, trying to push him away; but he forcefully pulled her against him. She breathed in and out shakingly, feeling him pinning her down on the bed.

"...Let's fuck again, shall we?"
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"Minjeong, STOP!"

Ning had to grab her sister's arm tightly to prevent her from breaking anything in the streets. She breathed heavily as she was able to pin her against the wall of a building, breathing heavily as she grabbed the hem of her coat, her hot breath making small puffs of smoke.

"...Minjeong unnie-"

Ning gulped down as she heard her sister's sobs. She knew she loved Jimin and Minji more than anything in the world, even more than her own life. She had seen that before, when Jimin had nearly been on the verge of dying and Minji was a newborn baby striving to be healthy. But it had been a long time since she had last seen her break down in front of her. She would never cry in front of her so that she wouldn't feel even worse.

When Mark went missing, she hadn't cried in front of her. When Jimin was in the hospital, she hadn't shed a single tear in front of her.

But she was now crying in front of her, not even trying to cover up her tears that were flowing down both of her cheeks. Minjeong took in a shaky breath and looked down, trying to divert her gaze from her sister's.

"H-he r-raped R-Rina-," She muttered, before she looked up at her sister, "He fucking hit and raped her, Ning!"

Ning looked at Minjeong in silence, her hands now holding her shoulders. Her eyes slowly went down, looking at the floor, noticing her sister's hands as they fumbled with something inside of her pocket. Ning looked at her shaky left hand, seeing as she browsed through something.

Good pussy

With those words, a picture of a naked Jimin appeared in front of her eyes. She was laying above messy sheets, her back covered in red marks and bruises. By the shape of those marks, Ning could tell Jimin had been whipped.

And then, she reminded herself again why Jimin was with Jeno.

She was with Jeno because of her son. Because of her and Minjeong's son. She was being tortured, whipped, hit and raped for the sake of her son's safety. She was putting her own life on the line so that Jeno wouldn't hurt her son.

Ning exited the app and locked the cellphone's screen, hugging her sister tightly. She buried her face in her shoulders, feeling her trembling body holding tightly to hers. Her eyes caught the faint blurriness of the neon lights of the closed and open businesses around them in the heart of Busan. She could hear the faint sound of drunk men breaking glass bottles in the background.

But she just kept hugging her sister tighter.

"...I swear I'll rip his dick off with my teeth," She muttered angrily through gritted teeth, tears brimming up on her eyes, "Or my name isn't Kim fucking Ning."