Little Kitten (jikook)

For a Tooth

Jimin was still shocked. They were standing there for quite some time, well, at least Jimin thinks so. But to be honest, he doesn't know. It could have been one minute, or one hour, he wouldn't be able to tell. Jimin might not know where he was and why T.O.P was holding him in his arms, but he knew one thing for sure. The factory was eerily quiet.

"Quiet, isn't it?" T.O.P says, as if the elder had been able to read Jimin's mind, and suddenly the atmosphere shifts. T.O.P's voice drops lower and gone his friendly tone, instead it is replaced by something as cold as the air surrounding them. The elder pulls Jimin closer, fingernails digging into his shoulder, even through the fabric of his jacket. "You resemble her so much, you always did. But…at the same time," his grip tightens even more and Jimin tries to free himself, "you have so much from him." The man starts laughing, a deep, hearty laugh. "I fell in love with your mother, the first time I laid my eyes on her, but she fell in love with Yesang. And, although he had been like an older brother to me, for so long, I began to hate him. And when your mother was pregnant with you, I didn't know if I should feel happy for her, or not. But then, you were born, I was fourteen then, and I loved you from the start. I couldn't help myself, you were her child. But the more I began to love you, the more hate I felt, because you were his son and not mine…"

Jimin stopped and he tried to process, tried to understand. So he had always wished that he was his son instead? "And that's why you want to kill me, because I am his son…?" Jimin looked up and was met with a pair of dark, cold, unwavering eyes staring down on him.  T.O.P began grinning, and Jimin felt a shudder running through his body.

The next thing happened in the blink of an eye. Jimin wasn't pressed against the man's chest anymore but he collided with the wall he had expected to meet earlier. "Since it is so quiet, I suppose that the other fights are over. And who do you think is dead? Maybe your leader, or even Baek? I mean, Taemin had been really eager to fight him…" A fist came flying, directed towards Jimin's cheek, but the younger was agile enough and ditched the attack last second, landing a blow to the other's stomach. "Don't underestimate us." Jimin glares at T.O.P, he dashes forward hitting his jaw. The man takes a step back and laughs as he gets a hold of Jimin wrist. "Honestly? Don't you think you shouldn't hope too much? We're not that deep into the factory, but nonetheless we are both surrounded by silence. Don't you think that your friends would have come searching for you, if they were still alive…?" T.O.P cocks his head, grinning down on the orange-haired boy. The latter shook his head, grabbing the man's hand to try and free his hand. "No!"

T.O.P was strong, way stronger than Jimin and the younger's attempts at freeing his hand were of no avail. And then, there was this little thought, way far in the back of his mind(but still there way too prominent), nagging at him, trying to tell him that all of his friends were dead, his parents as well. Without Jimin realizing, tear drops were sneaking their way down the younger's full cheeks. "Hit a nerve, huh? My, my, you're way too soft. Just look at you, crying like a little kid." Jimin lets go of T.O.P's hand and places it on the man's shoulder instead. He pulls him to himself, making him lose balance. Taken by surprise the elder let's go of Jimin. The latter takes advantage of the fact that both his hands are free and grabs the taller man by his collar and swings his leg against the man's.

T.O.P's legs are giving in and Jimin pushes.