“Hey, what are you doing?”
"···seokjin kim?"
“What the hell are you doing? Taking our youngest with you.”
Wow. Seokjin oppa, I'm really pissed.
At Seokjin's appearance, all the punks froze in shock, and Seokjin clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth. Maybe it was because he always smiled, but when he got angry, Seokjin was the scariest brother.
That kind of guy got mad...
They say they're dead.
There are only 7 brothers!
I can't believe it
“Taehyung, take Yeoju to the hospital.“Go to.”
“I want to beat those kids up too.”
At Taehyung's words, his eyes, which had been fixed squarely on Woo Dohwan, turned back along with his head. Taehyung paused for a moment upon seeing Seokjin's expression.
“Hey. Go.”“Before I kill you too.”
"···huh."
Come here, my lady.
At Seokjin's harsh words, he immediately tucked his tail between his legs and walked towards me. He grabbed my waist tightly and helped me up. My ankle was still numb, as if I'd sprained it in the fall earlier, but Taehyung practically dragged me along.
Woo Do-hwan and Park Hwa-young were only looking at Seok-jin oppa, wary of him being led away by Tae-hyung oppa's hand, without even trying to stop him. It was a completely different scene from before, and they were getting angry.
“Jeon Jungkook, take Kim Yeoju to the hospital.”
“Hey, why are you like this?”
“Ask about that later. Now, take me to the hospital quickly. I need to see Park Jimin.”
Taehyung, who had called Jungkook on the way, handed me over to Jungkook, who had already come out of school with an early dismissal slip. Jungkook frowned at me, but Taehyung didn't even glance at him as he went back to class. Jungkook sighed and looked at me.
“…It hurts a lot. Let’s go to the hospital quickly.”
“Yeah, but... I can’t walk.”
“Okay, then.”
Jungkook crouched down, his back turned to me, at my words that he couldn't walk. When I was little, I was carried around a lot.As I got older, my weight also increased, so I couldn't just lift it up.
“…Not getting picked up?”
“I must be heavy.”
“You’re not heavy at all, so carry me. I exercise to protect you, so don’t worry and carry me.”
“…No matter what,”
“It would be better to pick it up before it gets dragged out like before.”
"-…huh."
Finally, I climbed onto Jeon Jungkook's wide backrest... It felt better than most passenger cars. When did I grow so much? I was quite surprised by the rocky backrest.
…
“Take it, Jeon Yeo-ju.”
“…Isn’t this a motorcycle?”
“That’s right.”
I hit Jeon Jungkook's head with my small hand as he shamelessly put the helmet on my head. How dare a minor ride a motorcycle!!
“What’s the big deal, you’re 17 and you’re bragging about riding a motorcycle?? I’ll tell your dad everything~~!”
“…My dad bought this for me.”
“..?”
“Dad told me to ride if I looked like I was going to be late. And are you really sick? You’re screaming so loudly.”
“…It hurts so bad, let’s go quickly.”
“Okay, okay. Let’s go quickly. Hold on tight to my waist.”
Jeon Jungkook gave me a small smile at my words and personally helped me onto his motorcycle, and I held onto Jeon Jungkook's waist as tightly as I could.
“Now, how should I treat you guys?”
“Just think about it. You’ll end up with your legs all torn apart.”