Our Glamorous Time( A Vsoo adaptation novel by Ding Mo)

Chapter 17(A Lonely Winter Night)

Turning swiftly, she sprinted away; within the blink of an eye she had left the parking lot, leaving the few men who were chasing her behind. But when she jumped down the stairs, a few people from the crowd were suddenly there blocking her way.

Jisoo immediately turned around and tried to escape, but one of them had fast reflexes. He caught her by the shoulder and dragged her back. The sky was completely dark now, the trees cast dark shadows, and the streetlights had not turned on yet. Jisoo could only make out a few tall and big shadows surrounding her. Then one of them suddenly raised his hand. Whack! She had been smacked in the face.

The slap made Jisoo see stars, a burning sensation spread across her cheek, the taste of blood filled her mouth. Then the men let her go; they quickly walked towards the front gate of the complex, and disappeared among the crowd.

Jisoo was rooted to the spot, her hand on her cheek, tears gushing forth. She felt weak in her knees too. She stared in the direction of the men who ran, then she turned towards the office building. Beneath the dusky night, more and more people were gathering there, chaos ensuing.

She fought back tears, took out her phone and continued dialing 1-1-0. She had not even finished dialing yet when suddenly she heard footsteps hurrying towards her. She felt her heart in her throat again. She immediately turned around.

She met his pair of familiar dark eyes.

Taehyung was standing in front of her. His figure stood tall, his breathing a little fast, his gaze locked on her.

Jisoo’s heart was still fluttering, but her voice had calmed down. She stared at him, speaking slowly and clearly, “I’m fine. Quick—go and handle it. I will call the police. Be careful.”

Before she could finish talking, her hand, still covering her face, was held tightly by his. Jisoo stared at him blankly. He moved her hand away, his gaze pausing on her swollen face. His eyes turned cold. “Who did this?”

For some unknown reason, upon hearing his words, her eyes turned watery again. She quickly sniffed, answering, “I didn’t see clearly. They ran away.”

Taehyung did not say another word.

Their eyes met. He stared at her intently; his hand still holding her wrist, his fingers warm and powerful.

Being stared at by him like this, Jisoo felt her brain stop functioning all of a sudden. She felt even more uneasy.

From behind him, two soldier security guards ran towards them, standing behind Taehyung.

Taehyung was still staring at her, but he ordered the security guard behind him, “Take her away. Don’t let anyone touch her.”

“Yes sir!”

Jisoo hadn’t made a sound, but he had let go of her, turned around, and strode away.

Jisoo walked away under the escort of a security guard.

Turning around after a few steps, she saw Taehyung already making his way into the parking lot, walking without hesitation towards the group of troublemakers.

Jisoo was brought to the security department. She stood on the balcony applying an ice pack that had been provided by the security guard to her swollen cheek.

The sky was pitch black now. The hullabaloo in the parking lot was still unresolved. It seemed like another group of security guards and workers in blue was rushing towards the crowd.

In this night full of terror, Jisoo was very anxious. Are Mr Kim, Yeonjun, and the rest hurt? How’s the situation now? Why are the police not here yet?

Face still swollen, her brain flashed back to the moment she had been surrounded by those men. She had been terrified and was now enraged. She was eager to call Her brother, but as she put her fingers on the keypad, she let the idea fall away.

The security guard who had accompanied her came out of the house and joined her. Looking into the distance, he wore a long face as well. He peered at her, speaking hesitantly. “Miss Kim, is Layover... really going down? Are we losing our jobs soon?”

Jisoo stared back at his dejected look; his hopeful eyes stared at her. For a moment, she was unable to answer.

Her phone, which she was holding tightly, suddenly rang.

It was an unknown number.

She absentmindedly picked up the call. “Hello.”

The other end of the call was noisy, with loud music, chatter, and laughter.

Jisoo had a bad feeling about this.

Then she heard the familiar and disdainful voice of Sehun, slowly uttering, “Kim Jisoo. Does it hurt fighting with me?”