[2] The Second Love || PJ&RP

CHAPTER 202: Peace of cake

From amongst the crowd, as swiftly as a ninja a white fluff ball jumps out into action.

His speed quickens. Opening his mouth, he bites the man's hand holding the metal pipe. Swinging his body as he weigh his weight down, he quickly takes down the man.

"Arg—!"

The man who had got up did not know how, but all he knew was that he had fallen back to the ground. Only a squeal of pain escaped his mouth before the pain was too much. His action were like a newborn baby crying with no sound.

*claaaaaank*

The metal pipe that was in his hand was tossed high into the air before it drops to the ground near his head.

Hank stance his posture. His expression as if saying, 'peace of cake'. Raising his head high, he walks to his mother. Of course, he didn't forget to walk over the three men.

"Yay! My baby is the best!!"

Rosè Han applause her baby and squat down to hug him. She caress his soft fur and smiled happily. Hank looks at Park Jimin and his expression full of taunting.

'Hmmf. You're not the only one with moves. Plus, I just saved your life.'

"..."

Park Jimin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Shaking his head, he pats Hank's head.

"Thanks little guy."

Even if the Jack Russell had not 'saved' him, he would have taken down the man. The only reason why he didn't was because he saw his wife's lip part in saying a word.

If he had heard correctly, his wife had spoken in Czech. He stare at the beautiful woman and the Jack Russell. Hank's attack was timely trained. Especially how it moved right when Rosè Han spoke. No, she didn't speak, it was more like a faint whisper. Suddenly, he thought back to the time when Hank's attitude changed into a guard dog... He looks at his wife.

"Rosè—"

"Boss!!"

Before Park Jimin could finish, a man's voice shouts out from behind the crowd. Everyone's attention turn to the owner.

A bulky man waved his hands as he squeezes through the crowd to his boss. Behind him were five other men. Stopping in front of Park Jimin, he catches his breath.

"Boss, where are they? How dare they cause a disaster in Seoul?!! Let me teach them a lesson."

Park Jimin: "....."

Hank: "woof!" ; 'Too late, slow poke.'

"Kim Namjoon."

Hearing his name, Kim Namjoon straighten his posture and his demeanor quickly changes.

"Captain!"

Park Jimin looked at his men then down at Hank. Seeing how Hank was quicker than them, he sighed inside. If his men were half as quick as Hank, how good would his Wolf Team be.

Sighing again, he decides that once morning rises, he will send out an order to have all the members train again. Maybe then, they can cross paths with Old man Mo's mysterious fighter.

"Take those three men to the police station. Find out which gang they are from."

Kim Namjoon turn his head and when he saw the three men still groaning in pain, he pout his lips. He was out drinking with some of the Wolf Team members. Out of no where, his boss had suddenly sent a code message on his location. Everyone in Wolf Team knows that code meant danger. However.....

These three men looked like they had ran into hell, just what kind of danger was here?

Of course, Kim Namjoon did not know that Park Jimin had sent that code message because he was worried about his wife. She was pregnant and anything that can happen is dangerous.

Before he took action, he had secretly sent his location to his team. It wasn't for back up, but to protect his wife. However, who would have thought that things took a different route.

Park Jimin didn't say another word, he turn to the side and looked at his wife. But she was no where in sight. Scanning the area, his eyes dimmed and moved like eagles.

From just a few feet away from him, was the woman he loves. He didn't know when, but she had already left his side to help the old lady and girl up. Knowing she wasn't in harm, he sighed in relief.

"Diao Chan... Diao Chan saved us!"

The old lady cries in joy as she held both Rosè Han's hands. Her expression did not look like one who was scared, it was more of one like a child meeting their superhero.

"Are you two alright?"

Rosè Han smiles and asked as she wrap her arm around the old lady. She looks at the young girl and she felt a tinge of sorrow dawn on her. How can people be treated like this?

"Thank you for helping us."

The girl smiles faintly at Rosè Han. She held her grandmother's hand tightly and wipe her tears. If Rosè Han didn't step in, who knows what would have happened to them.

"It's okay. Bring your grandmother home, these men won't be able to hurt your family anymore."

Rosè Han assures the girl. She will have Jeon Jungkook and Byun Baekhyun search for this disgusting gang and end their lives for hurting innocent people. Especially for hurting this Halmoni and her family.

"Let's go. My men will take care of this."

From behind, Park Jimin's voice suddenly speaks out. His only thoughts now is to get his wife home. Never will he let them go on another 'walk' again. This one 'walk' led to something else and he doesn't want his innocent and pure wife to be put in danger.

Rosè Han pursed her lip at the man. She wanted to make sure that the old lady and girl were safe before going home. How can she...

"We'll be fine."

The young girl taps Rosè Han's hand and she smiles a smile of someone who had been saved. Leaning forward, she whispers to Rosè Han.

"I know who you are, I won't tell anyone."

Rosè Han's brows arch upwards in surprise. Looking at the girl, she smiles and nod her head. Turning to look at the situation, Rosè Han sighed in relief. Park Jimin's men were here and the three men were already cuffed.

Her eyes landed on the broken food stall and she looks at Park Jimin. Just when she wanted to speak, the man had already read her mind.

"I'll have my assistant get a new one."

He finished his words and held his wife's hand. Guiding her in the direction of their home, Hank follows in pursuit. Unlike the time when they arrived, this time, he walked beside his mommy with his leash half in in his mouth and the other half dragging on the ground.

As the small family disappears in the direction they came from, the crowd also left.

Across the the street, a group of men had saw everything take place. A man around the age of 35 stood from his chair. Tossing the cigarette in his hand to the ground he crushed it with his feet. Glaring in a certain direction, he leaves the place he sat.

"Follow them and contact me later."

"Yes, boss."

The man's subordinates nod their head. Half leaves with the man and the other half follow in pursuit of their boss's order.