Time ➳ BTS

08 | Red cross

"What do you want, drama queen?"

Carla ignored Chansook's remark and directed her attention to you. You remained seated, patiently waiting for her to speak, while she stood with her arms folded across her chest, clearly seething with annoyance.

"The hell are you doing here?!" she growled, her eyes flashing with anger.

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back in your chair. "Am I not allowed to be eating here?" you asked innocently, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. Carla's eyes practically turned red with fury, and she flared her nostrils like an angry bull. You and Chansook couldn't help but laugh at her reaction.

Infuriated, Carla stomped over to you and forcefully grabbed your shirt. Chansook immediately stopped laughing and stood up, cracking her knuckles in a threatening manner. You cringed at the sound and quickly raised a hand, signaling for her to stand down. Despite her glare, Chansook obediently sat back down with a huff.

Carla, still gripping your shirt tightly, leaned in close, her voice low and venomous. "You think you're so funny, don't you? Coming in here and acting like you belong."

You met her gaze evenly, refusing to show any sign of fear or intimidation. "I don't recall needing your permission to eat in the cafeteria," you replied calmly, trying to diffuse the tension.

Her grip on your shirt tightened, and you could feel the fabric strain under her grasp. "You're just a nobody," she spat, her words laced with contempt.

You stared at Carla with a bored expression. "Was grabbing my shirt and then lifting me up to make you seem superior really necessary?" At the corner of your eye, you could see Chansook silently snickering.

Carla scoffed. Pulling you closer, you thought she was going to whisper something in your ear, but that was not her intention at all. With a loud voice, she spoke right into your face.

"Hör jetzt genau zu," your eyes widened, "wenn dies weiterhin wie zuvor im Raum passiert, direkt vor Jimin oder vor den anderen, dann wirst du den nächsten Tag nie wieder sehen. Merk dir meine Worte, bitch."

You sent her a hard glare and wiggled out of her grip. Seeing her smirk in victory made you even angrier. This time, you grabbed her shirt and yanked her towards you. She looked at you shocked and so was Chansook. A few people near you looked at the commotion in curiosity.

"Jetzt hör mir mal zu," you hissed with venom in your tone, "soweit ich weiß bin ich hier älter und nicht du. Wenn ich sehe, dass Du das noch einmal machst, garantiere ich dir, du wirst nicht mal in der Lage sein, jemals wieder in der Nähe von ihnen zu sein."

You pushed her away with force. She stumbled and took a few steps back. You ignored her frightening look and stepped forward, murderous vibes radiating off of you. "Das ist keine Bedrohung, es ist ein Versprechen."

She mouthed 'bitch' before stomping away like an angry child.

Calming yourself down, you turned around and sat back in your seat, with a shocked Chansook sitting across from you. She blinked and snapped out of her trance when you waved your hand in front of her face. "I didn't understand anything, but I'm sure you must have roasted her good," she said with a chuckle.

You lazily waved your hand in the air. "I kind of did. She was threatening me first, so I just turned the tables."

Chansook nodded and tapped her fingers against the table. "But what language was that? I couldn't understand a word, besides when she called you a bitch at the end, of course."

You let out a light laugh. "We spoke in German. I learned it a few years ago, and she's from Germany, so yeah. No idea why she suddenly switched to German, though."