“I said let go of me you jerk.” You snapped.
Zico smirked, “You got some temper, don’t you?”
Seungri ran over, “Hey, let’s calm down. Let go of her, man.” He tried to pull you away.
Jaehyo grabbed his collar, “And who the hell are you?”
“Her brother.” Seungri tried hard not to quiver.
“Hey, douchebag, let my brother go before I sock you, too.” You glared at him.
“Damn, this girl puts the capital F in Feisty!” U-Kwon laughed.
*More like the capital B in .* Zico thought.
Before anything could happen, bright headlights blinded them all.
“What the hell!” They hissed.
The doors opened and two people stepped out. You blinked through the light and gasped with wide eyes, “J-jiyong oppa!” *Oh crap. Now they’re really dead.* You started to feel sympathetic for the boys.
Jiyong strode over and easily yanked you out of his grasp. He shoved Zico with a dangerous snarl, “Hands off my sister, .”
“How many brothers does she have?” The boys murmured.
“You okay?” Daesung asked.
You nodded and rubbed your raw, red wrist. You had to admit. Zico had an iron grip.
“What is your big deal, huh? Picking on little girls half your height, huh?” Jiyong snapped as he shoved Zico again.
“Hey, she was the one that acted like a first. See this?” Zico pointed to his nose. “She punched me!”
“You better take your words back before I punch you!” Jiyong snapped.
Zico blinked at him in disbelief, “Now I know where she got her temper from.”
“Muh?” You could tell things were going to get nasty.
You grabbed his arm, “Come on, oppa. Let’s go home.” He wouldn’t budge. “Come on! Seunghyun oppa will be home soon.” You pulled on his arm.
Jiyong snorted. “You better watch yourself. I catch you twice and that’s your death day. Araso?” He spun around, grabbed your wrist, and dragged you away. “IN THE CAR!” Jiyong barked.
Daesung and Seungri quickly hopped inside. Jiyong pushed you into the back and got in the driver seat. He glared at Zico and stepped on the gas. The car zipped backwards. With a swerve, the car sped off.
“Damn. Feisty family.” U-Kwon swiped his thumb across his bottom lip.
Zico shook his head and walked away. *I better not see her again. I don’t hit girls but I will throw a down.*
No one said a word in the car. You warily peeked at Jiyong. You were about to say something but Daesung shook his head and put his finger to his lips. You got it and sank back in your seat. Jiyong pulled into the garage.
Seunghyun’s car was nowhere in sight. You sighed in relief.
You, Daesung, and Seungri scurried into the house. Jiyong came in and put the keys down. You were tip-toeing towards the stairs when he suddenly called, “~~~~~~~.”
You flinched *Uh-oh.* “Y-yes?” You looked up. Jiyong turned around and looked straight into your eyes. “W-what oppa?” You asked.
Daesung was getting ready to defend you.
But to everyone’s surprise, Jiyong said, “Good job.”
“W-what?” You blinked, shocked. “Hyung.” Seungri said, stunned.
“You remembered the self-defense I taught you.” Jiyong said, almost pleased.
You started to smile but quickly tried to hide it, “Yeah…”
“Next time he tries something with you, I want you to kick him in the balls, araso?” He asked.
You just had to smile this time, “Araso!” He smirked back.
The door opened and the oldest brothers came in. “Did you all just get home?” Seunghyun blinked.
Your eyes widened *Seugnhyun oppa won’t let me down this easily!*
But fortunately, Jiyong covered up for you, “Yeah, Daesung and I just came home. The maknaes haven’t eaten yet so I think we should all call for pizza.”
“Where’s the money I gave you?” Seunghyun asked.
“They gave it to me.” Jiyong smoothly lied.
You sighed in relief *Thank God for Jiyong oppa!*