Fantastic (yoonjin fem)
Yoongi knew, that as a one hundred and fifteen pound high school girl she really shouldn't start half the fights that she does. Maybe it would be better for her if it was with other similar people in her weight class, but it's not her fault that the only ones she wants to fight are bigger and stronger. It's a challenge. And she wouldn't be in high school for much longer, then she could fight in night clubs and make money off of it. It was a pretty solid five year plan that she'd already worked out with Kim Namjoon, a dorky tall girl two years below her.
So when you fight as much as Yoongi does, you learn to find fights. And walking home after school she found one.
Yoongi was walking, minding her own business and thinking about what to eat for supper when she was pushed roughly from behind. She stumbled, almost tripping over her own feet but catching herself on a trash can before she could. "Hey!" She shouted, righting her feet only to be pushed a second time, but not as roughly. "Sorry!" A feminine voice rang, and Yoongi shouted again. A woman was chasing after a guy, shouting about her purse. The sidewalk was almost empty, and Yoongi was interested, to say the least. She could beat someone up and save the day.
So she joined the chase. Yoongi quickly caught up, her sneakers giving her a lot more traction than the high heels the woman was wearing, and she bolted right passed her.
"Be careful!" The woman shouted, but Yoongi was already two steps behind the thief, heart pounding with the rhythm of her shoes on the pavement. Adrenaline coursed through her system as she reached out, grabbing a handful of the guy's sweater and yanking on him. She skidded on the pavement, barely avoiding a wild swing aimed somewhere behind him as she dragged him down. His legs tangled beneath him as he tumbled to the sidewalk, landing on his side and Yoongi tripping over him. She didn't fall though, she hopped in time, momentum making her run a little bit past where he fell. She panted, out of breath from the short burst of sprinting and kicked him in the chest.
"Just gonna knock into me and keep running? Nah." Yoongi said, kicking him again in the shoulder. But he caught her foot, pulling hard enough to make her fall over--
And that was it.
She was waking up and staring at the ceiling. It was a hospital, a semi private room with the curtains drawn around her. Her head throbbed somewhere above her right ear, and she had a massive headache. It took her a little while to get completely coherent, her brain filled with cotton as her consciousness completely returned. She was aware of someone sitting in the visitor's chair, and she groaned when her head gave a particularly angry throb. Her mouth was dry, and her feet were cold.
"... Mmrgh." She groaned, closing her eyes to the rough florescent lighting.
"Are you awake?" Someone asked, and Yoongi shook her head. She heard a sigh, and wrinkled her forehead in response. After a few seconds, when the pain faded enough, she opened one of her eyes slightly and looked at the stranger. It was the woman, and she was looking at Yoongi with a mix of concern and pity.
"We got 'em, right?" Yoongi asked, her voice raspy. The woman raised one delicate, perfect eyebrow.
"No. He also took your wallet." She said, mirth lifting the corner of her perfect mouth.
"... Fuck."
Yoongi closed her eyes again, rolling on her side to face away from her. She didn't have much in her wallet, a school ID maybe, a few dollars, but the embarrassment of the whole thing was a little too much.
"You tried."
Despite herself and her destitution Yoongi laughed, short and brief at the sarcasm bite in the woman's voice.
"Sorry." Yoongi said, lifting her hand to touch the bump that swelled above her right ear. Yoongi could hear the woman stand, the click of heels on the polished hospital floor as she walked around the bed, and she closed her eyes again as she felt gentle fingers thread through her long, probably messy, hair. The woman's hand gently stopped Yoongi from poking at her lumpy head, her hair moved aside as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Yoongi could smell her perfume, a gentle floral scent that got a bit stronger as the woman pulled the sheets up to tuck them around Yoongi's shoulders again.
"I'll get over it. As a starving university student I didn't have anything profoundly valuable in my purse." She said softly, a small relief nudging Yoongi's eyes open. She met the woman's gaze, and she smiled down at her, amused and lovely. "The nurse called your mother, she should be here shortly. I'm Kim Seokjin, by the way. And you're Min Yoongi."
Yoongi nodded mutely, her hand bunching on the hospital sheet.
"Your phone was blowing up after the paramedics put you in here, you should check it." Seokjin said, pushing herself up to stand. Yoongi watched her closely, and it seemed that once she did look at her, she couldn't look away. Seokjin set a piece of paper on the metal bedside stand, before turning to open the curtain slightly. "My phone number, in case your mother was curious."
One last smile, and Seokjin was gone.