Oath

Chapter 14

"What makes you think it would work on me then?"

"Because you love him. And you wouldn't like seeing him suffer." He smirked. "You like bad guys, you love the way he makes your heart hurt then race, you like when he fights with you and then treats you like his queen." He brushed a finger on your cheek, making you shiver. "I don't care about that as long as you don't fuck him up. Who knows what he'll do if you hurt him."

You were out of words. He left your side and went to look through his wardrobe for something. Your mouth was hanging open as your eyes were getting teary. You looked into his direction with your brows furrowed.

"That's not your fucking problem." You growled.

He looked back at you. His eyes were shooting arrows that pierced your whole body. In the few seconds of silence a small black velvet box on one of his drawers caught your attention. It was like there was something inside that needed you to notice it.

"What did you just say?"

He smashed the door closed and rushed towards you as he drew his gun from the waistband of his jeans. You froze, heart stopping as he pointed it towards your forehead.

"Say it again."

You gulped. What did you do so wrong to make him act like this? Was he really going to shoot it? By the looks of it, he was. You could see the anger in his eyes. He was boiling inside.

"Why? Did the cat eat your tongue or something? Who the fuck do you think you are to act so high and mighty? Sweetie, let me remind you, you are not in charge here nor are you allowed to speak like that to me. Don't fucking tell me what is and isn't my problem. Don't fuck with me just because I gave you a hand. There's a line you shouldn't cross and you just stepped on it. Know your place, you fucking bitch."

You saw his finger moving over the trigger and, just like a reflex, you shot your eyes tightly closed. Your heart sunk. There was a loud bang and a strong hit made your body fall to the floor, pushing all the air out of your lungs.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" A low, masculine voice filled the room.

You cracked your eyes open just enough to see the feet of the man that was pointing his gun at you just a moment ago. You pushed yourself up on your elbows and looked behind only to see Taehyung standing on the hallway, right in front of the room. He glanced down at you, surprised to see you laying there. His eyes darkened as they moved back to Jimin.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he growled.

"T-Taehyung-ah..." Jimin's voice was shaky.

"I ASKED WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" His screams could shake the whole building. "Why are you holding that gun? Huh, Jiminie? Are you going to shoot me?" He was taking big steps inside as he spoke.

"Taehyung-ah, listen, it's not that." He let his arm fall to his side.

"Then..." Taehyung tilted his head, quirking an eyebrow. "were you going to shoot Y/N?"

"I was just trying to teach her a lesson."

You brought your body into a sitting position, face contorting in pain. It was still hard to breathe. You felt as if your back got smashed into pieces. Did he really have to kick the door open? You looked at them, fearing what Taehyung could do.

"Is that so?" Taehyung looked at you and then out of nowhere, flanged his fist right into Jimin's face.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Jimin spat as blood started rushing down from his lip.

"Teaching you a lesson. She's not someone you can touch as you please, got that? Don't fuck around, Jiminie."

"And why is that, huh? You became her bitch."