ESCAPE ❇A Yoonmin Fan Fiction ❇

3. Ninja rolled across the elevator floor(unedited)

Chapter 3: Ninja rolled across the elevator floor.

Epanalepsis is repetition at the end of a clause of the word that occurred at the beginning of the clause. It gives language the appearance of emotional spontaneity. For example:

Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answered blows:
Strength match' with strength, and power confronted power.
(Shakespeare, king John, II, i, 329-30)
Personally, I view life as a whole like an Epanalepsis.
A baby, for instance, wears diapers, has trouble speaking, and is not able to function on its own for the first portion of life. Whereas in the middle of a human's life, one is able to take all the steps necessary to survive on their own. At this point, you have complete control and assistance from an outside source is rarely needed, but as humans near the end of life due to old age, we often return to the helplessness of a small child.
On a smaller scale, I have found that this same principle can often be applied to a variety of situations that will occur during the span of a lifetime.
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As I dragged Jimin to the elevator, I noticed his right hand had been carefully wrapped in an ace bandage.

I wonder what the idiot did to get that. I let a small smirk appear on my face.

Jimin caught me looking at his hand and lifted it up slightly to draw attention to it before saying. "Got into a fight. You should see the other guy though. " he smirked.

Maybe I underestimated this kid? He seems too friendly to fight anyone but his hand certainly said otherwise. I decided to take the bait and asked Jimin what happened.

"bully took Taehyungs lunch money. Couldn't just stand idly by, so I challenged it to a duel." He scowled

"We are in college. Are we not?" I asked. After Jimin gave a small curious nod, I went on. "Then why in the world would he be carrying around lunch money like he was in kindergarten?"
"Well..." Jimin said with a slight smile on his face, "The place only took cash." His smile grew with every word as if he was sharing an inside joke with himself.

I wasn't sure what place around campus only took cash. As far as I was aware, there wasn't one.
"What did you say this place was called?" I asked.

"Uhhhh. The vending machine?" Jimin said bashfully.

"Was this bully perhaps the vending machine as well?" I asked tentatively, scared I would hear an affirmative answer.

"Dude how did you know? That's so cool! Are you like psychic or something ?" he answered, seemingly in awe.

I grimaced. Suddenly finding myself getting angry. I felt like punching something. I was sure that I could manage a hulk smash right now. Only problem was, I didn't want to accidentally hulk smash my hand instead. So I balled my fists and picked up my pace to the housing office. Jimin eventually realised I was going to leave him behind and jogged over to me.
As we neared the main office, ready to give the lady from before a piece of my mind, I charged forward. Straight into the locked door. My arms buckled as they hit the unmoving door while my body remained in motion. My nose was the first to hit the glass, quickly followed by the rest of my head. Jimin, who had been distracted by a piece of tar on the ground that he later claimed "looked like the state of new York" proceeded to run straight into my back, once again slamming me into the door of the empty housing office.

Jimin backed up and looked at me curiously as if I had chosen an extremely questionable path in life. He then proceeded to point to a sign directly above my head that read
"OFFICE HOURS:
8AM - 8PM WEEKDAYS
10 AM - 6PM WEEKENDS "
I glanced down at my watch where the time read 8:30.
"You've got to be kidding me." I muttered. "That bitch intentionally roomed me with one of the idiots I had gestured to earlier. And what's worse? I can't even do anything about it."