Min Yoongi grabbed me by my polo's collar and slammed me against the row of lockers. The clashing sound of my back hitting the metal caught everyone's attention. The searing pain on my back started to spread on my shoulders. Now that I was up close, face to face, with Yoongi, I can see what people were telling me. His glare really could kill.
"Here's the deal newbie: stay out of my way and life if you don't want me to make your life a living hell." he drew his forearm against my neck to pin me harder, choking me.
"What are you so scared of? Is it that people will know you're under rehab?" I whispered, a smirk creeping up my lips. His pupils shrunk and his lips fell apart. I made sure my 'whisper' was enough for some students to hear. He was silent for a long moment before Hoseok came to him and pats his back.
"Hyung, let it go. You're making a fuss. We don't want your mom sniffing our butts again. " Hoseok shot me a meaningful look. It was vividly a what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-you-why-won't-you-leave-him-alone-look. My smirk just stretched even more as Yoongi shrugged his hand off.
"Why are you under rehab, Min Yoongi? Hm?" I choked my words out as his arm came tighter on my neck. I was practically gasping for air, my hands trying to pry off his arms. The veins on his neck were protruding.
"One more word out of that fucking mouth I'll make sure you wake up in the hospital. Do you understand me?" I could see he wanted to stab me. So instead of being obedient and nodding, I spoke despite his threat.
"Maybe."
