The MC became uneasy. “Round of applause for both these troopers!” The crowd applauded. He added, “I hope you two will come to the competition tomorrow.”
You tossed the mic and stormed off the stage
. Zico went after you. He grabbed your wrist and spun you around, “What the hell was that back there?”
You yanked away and glared at him, “I should be asking you the same thing.”
“Hey, I was all fun and games until you turned all cat woman on me.” Zico snapped. Before you could argue, he asked, “Are you always this y or did you act that way because you grew insecure of my rap?”
You blinked at him, stunned. *Hold up. I know he didn’t just call me a and insecure.* You stepped up to him, “Mind saying that to my face again?”
Zico leaned in so close that you felt his breath on your lips. “.” He hissed.
*THAT’S IT!* You punched him.
“HOLY !” His friends surrounded him, “You all right, man?”
Zico stared at the blood on his nose. * really punched me?!* You started to walk away but he grabbed your arm ,”Yah-“
“Let go of me.” You sneered as you tried to yank away.
His friends surrounded you. “We can’t let you leave without an apology.”
At that moment, Seungri was searching for you. *Where did she disappear to?* He finally saw you getting pushed around by 7 guys. His eyes widened *What did she do now?! Crap!*
Seungri took out his phone.
Jiyong pulled the car over and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
Daesung opened the door, “Oh! Jiyong hyung! What about Taeyang hyung?”
“Seunghyun hyung is gonna pick him up.” Jiyong started the engine again, “Put your seatbelt on.”
“Okay!” Daesung cheerfully clipped it on. “I wonder what our princess is up to.”
Jiyong smirked at the thought of you. *As long as she’s not in any sort of trouble.* As soon as he started driving, his phone rang. “Daesung, get my phone. It’s in my pocket.”
Daesung pulled it out and answered, “Hello~ Jiyong hyung’s cell phone imnida!”
Jiyong rolled his eyes.
“Oh, Seungri!” Daesung said.
“Hang up.” Jiyong said.
But Daesung’s eyes rounded, “What?!”
“What’s wrong?” Jiyong asked.
Daesung held the phone out, “~~~~~~~~~~~~…”
“Wae?” Jiyong pulled over right away and answered, “What happened?”
Seungri told him.
“MUH?! DIDN’T I TELL YOU TO STAY HOME?! GODDAMIT, KIM SEUNGRI! IF EVEN ONE HAIR IS HURT ON HER, I’LL HOLD YOU PERSONALY RESPONSIBLE!” Jiyong hung up and yanked on the stick shift.
“~~~~~~~~~~ is in trouble, huh?” Daesung gulped.
“.” Jiyong muttered under his breath before doing a swift u-turn that made the tires screech. He sped over 80 mph towards the bridge.