We Run Around With Monsters Under Our Feet [m.y+j.h]

15. FIGHT

It's funny how his anger began to rise. Hoseok remembers just sitting, complaining about Yoongi and his ways when he suddenly felt distaste towards the beast. It grew rapidly on his tongue, he began cursing the name of the monster, feeling it take over each weakened limb. It was a forest fire spreading through his body and he couldn't explain where it started but he knew it ended with him feeling empowered enough to stand and take shaky steps towards wherever Yoongi was.

He felt weak, the bloating in his stomach making him feel uncomfortable and he had this unexplainable loathing towards his captor. He should've felt like this all along, Hoseok mused. His feet dragging him closer and closer to the monster.

What would he say? Inwardly praying that he wouldn't jump Yoongi's bones the minute he saw him but he was certain that he wouldn't have minded the consequences. Would he try and outpower Yoongi, tell him he won't stand for whatever game he was playing and would much rather be killed off quickly? Or would he take one look at those soft kitten eyes and the complaints fuse short on his tongue? He wanted the former. To be able to stare Yoongi in the eyes, his brash anger more terrifying than the glint that always had Hoseok trembling.

He wanted Yoongi to know that he wasn't here to suffer. That he knew his lines as a sacrifice and this whole thing was Yoongi's fault and if he wouldn't let him free anytime soon he would escape. His plan for freedom wasn't sorted but he was more than certain he could muster something up.

The dark scaly walls were dull, pulsating rage into his veins and he could feel its takeover, turning his brisk walk into a knowing march with feet slamming against the concrete floor, the sound resonating across the corridor. His march became a run, the need to get his point across became unbearable. Seething with rage, if he was a cartoon he would definitely have steam billowing out of his ears. It was thought consuming, taking over every fibre of his brain until it finally hit a wall and that was when he saw Yoongi sat right in front of him.

Dark brooding eyes, snapped up. Pupils dilating as if intoxicated by some drug. The frown that adorned his face tugged into a grimace and he was so obviously in pain but all that Hoseok could think, see, hear was his anger and the words soon tumbled out his mouth.

"Yoongi, how could you."

The monster was wrong. Everything he did was wrong but so fitting to his killer attitudes. He could've done more and he knew that Yoongi failed to accept what was happening just as Hoseok did before he went down the well, which seemed so many moons ago.

Regretting his rash actions, Hoseok trembled, watching how Yoongi's mouth seemed to water acknowledging his presence.

"Hoseok, please don't come any closer" and you could hear the self-restraint Yoongi was holding in every word he uttered. And Hoseok always liked to play fire with fire and took two obviously large steps into the room, Yoongi reacting by cringing into his milky arms.

"Don't you think it's been too long since we last saw each other hmm?" He mocked childishly, "you've left me all alone for so so long."

Yoongi stuttered harshly, "Hoseok... I beg you-"

"Beg me to what? Huh? Leave? Because I can't quite do that, you know. I'm stuck down this lousy well whether I like it or not."

It carried on, Hoseok shot down anything Yoongi had to say. Watched his knuckles whiten with the pressure they forced on the cool stone in his palms. Laughed at his incomprehensible sentences. Seethed at his bottom lip bitten blood raw with his teeth.

"C'mon Yoongi. My killer. If you're so strong and powerful why won't you end me right now? What's stopping you, huh?" He shook his head when he didn't receive an answer. "Unless that's all a lie. You're just a weak, powerless slob who's no longer got the guts to kill people. Maybe you finally realised how much misery you've brought to so many innocent people's lives and are just sat wallowing in self-pity-"