Jimin's pov
I went blank. It was too much to take in. I couldn't breathe. I needed to get out of here. My feet turned towards the exit. I started running with heavy steps until...
"What's the rush kid?". The stranger held my wrist tight and pulled me closer to him. He had an evil smirk plastered over his face. He groped my ass with his filthy hands.
"Wtf!! Let go of my hand", I struggled to get off of his hands. He was too strong, but that doesn't make me weak. I bit his forearm, he groaned in pain as he let go of my hand.
I stumbled back, only to be caught by a pair of warm hands.
This familiar scent.