"I don't want to", Jimin replies.
"You don't get to choose.
Now get to it.", Jungkook hisses.
"Make me.", he says adamantly.
Jungkook reaches his limit, tongue instinctively poking the inside of his cheek.
Nobody gets to challenge Jeon Jungkook.
F...
"There's nothing more macho than a matador who knows both his skills and his bull but I was still an amateur in training."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(Yuri On Ice fans gimme a cheer)
_____________________ _________ 🥡🥡🥡
Jimin let's out a frustrated sigh as for the umpteenth time, he withdraws his finger tip from ringing the door bell.
He's been standing outside Matilda's apartment for long enough to appear comical or even creepy to the passers by.
Shaking his head, "Okay Jimin, you got this", he breathes out and without a second thought rammed his finger onto the door bell.
A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead, now uncomfortably resting on the tip of his nose almost as if symbolizing his last ray of hope.
If it rolled off the tip, his hopes will come crashing down too.
That's when a furious Matilda appeared before him like a raging bull.
Head lowered and horns positioned in a defensive stance, challenging the opponent, hooves digging into the sand and steam gushing out through the nostrils.
And just like that Jimin found himself being caught in a match of corrida de toros.
Him being the matador holding a striking red cape further inviting death.
One wrong move and he could well accept that he would never live to see another day's light.
Spanish tunes have begun to emerge , reverberating within the walls of his cranium.
A whistle goes off in his head .
The match has begun.
"Hi", Jimin says with as much confidence he could muster up.
The matador has put a foot forward, in acceptance of the challenge.
"What brings you here?", Matilda replies with a clenched jaw.
The bull is as flamboyant as the matador and prepares to charge at even the slightest twitch of the red cape.
"Thank you for the Chinese takeout, you didn't have to. But since you brought it for celebration, I thought that we must eat it together.", Jimin replied with a smile.
The matador, with a strong movement of his arms bravely waves the death cape.
"Celebrate?", Matilda let out a scornful laugh. "What for? A complete failure?", she bitterly states.
This bull is not just all muscle, it's cunning in its approach as it knows the matador too well and knows just how to successfully send the first blow.
Jimin is taken aback. "W-what. Matilda, stop kidding.", he stutters.
The matador is off to a bad start, the first blow has him limping by a foot.Yet he's not one to give up and continues to wave the red velvet capote.
"You still think everything's a joke? Jimin, I'm tired of babysitting you. You have to learn to man up and face your responsibilities.", she says.
The bull has run up to the farthest corner of the field in order to gain maximum momentum for the last blow. It's stations itself calculating its next move based on the positioning of its opponent.
Jimin has a bad feeling about this. Something's not right. He constantly tries to get Matilda to forgive him but she doesn't budge.
"Matilda..... please.", Jimin breathes out in a weak whisper
The matador is flustered as he knows just what the bull is about to do. He can only brace himself for the impact of the inevitable as he waves the capote one last time in a desperate attempt to mask his evident failure.
Matilda sighs, nodding her head.
The bull has charged at a frantic pace and delivers the final blow.
"Jimin, I'm resigning." "I no longer wish to be the manger of an incompetent nincompoop."
A loud gasp.
As Jimin's jaw drops, the door in front of him slams shut.
It's over for the matador as everything around him turns black.
