The Spawn

Twenty Three

"No.shut.up."

"What's the matter, Minnie?" Yeosang continues to taunt, his grin twitching by how feverish Jimin is becoming, "You can't deny that perhaps a tiny little part of you grows feral when I call you Minnie. Isn't that right, pretty boy?"

Jimin snapped.

He grabs Yeosang's arm and easily jumps up, wrapping his legs around it and forces his body back, slamming both of them to the ground.

Yeosang screeches but Jimin holds a death grip to his hand while his legs held his body down in an arm lock, with just one move Jimin can snap it easily without a problem.

But he doesn't. He prefers not to.

"Listen to me you fucking smug asshole," Jimin heaves through his teeth, eyes murderously dark in absolute rage, "I know we may have to pull a fucking Bonnie and Clyde to save our asses but let me fucking remind you, I don't do clingy shit. Piss me off again and I will snap your whole fucking body without a problem! Do you understand or do I have to slowly drag each syllable out for you?"'

Yeosang mewls through his lips to find a way to escape but he couldn't, releasing a frustrated grunt before slamming his hand against the mat, "I get it! Fuck! My arm you tiny shit!"

And just like that Jimin let's him go, maybe a bit too roughly but not like he cares. He gets to his feet and storms to his bag and hauls it over his shoulder, marching out of this stupid gym.

"Where are you going?"

Jimin only flips him off and slams the door to the gym shut behind him. His body is running in adrenaline as he shoved past people, not giving a shit to the dirty glares as he goes to the elevator and uses the key to go to the stupid floor.

All he needs is a shower and to sleep because this frustration is going completely drive him insane.

Perhaps he could sleep on the couch since Yeosang is pissing him off this much.

Just as the doors to the elevator were about to close, a hand sticks in the middle and much to Jimin's complete annoyance it was Yeosang. He presses on the button for the door to close before anyone else could come in, and since they have a long way up to go, Yeosang angrily throws his bag on the floor and pins Jimin against the wall by the neck.

Hard.

It happened all so sudden that Jimin couldn't even manage to block it, and even if he couldn't he wouldn't try to hurt Yeosang like that.

He's not the enemy after all.

His parents would actually torture Jimin to death if they found out he was the cause to their son's broken arm, so another reason as to why Jimin only grips Yeosang's wrist with a strong glare to match his eyes.

Yeosang looks absolutely livid.

"Your attitude pisses me the fuck off," Yeosang growls every word out lowly and distastefully, his grip tightening on Jimin's neck that the had the other slightly gasping for air, "Just because we are here in this place doesn't mean you're safe, or I am safe alone. You are not just going to leave my side and expect me to not follow you like a pathetic bitch! WE ARE CHAINED TOGETHER JIMIN! WHEREVER YOU GO, I GO AND WHEREVER I GO, YOU GO. UNDERSTAND!"

Oh he's so pissed.

The veins are popping out of his neck, a raging red fills his skin and eyes as dark as a forest underneath the night sky. His patience is gone, and Jimin can clearly see just how all this is driving him crazy; From the hiding, the running, people after him, his parents, and now Jimin.