❛ My Perfect Hyung ❜ - JinKook ✔️

26

Pulling the boy by the collar, Yoongi dragged him down the staircase and slammed him against the wall in the landing.

The boy breathed rapidly, his mouth quivered and his hands held unto Yoongi's outstretched arm.

"Please..."

Yoongi's breathing was heavy, hot, angry. His eyes bore holes through the boy's head.

"You're not scared?" Yoongi questioned, his teeth gritted. His blood boiled with anger. He had silently watched the idiot in class slowly display his stupidity.

"Yoongi, I-"

"Shut!" Yoongi snapped loudly, then looked up the stairs to be sure his loud voice hadn't attracted any attention. In a low, yet thick voice he continued, "Shut your shithole up. And don't make me shout or I will snatch your oesophagus out, you hear me?"

The boy nodded. He was in Jungkook's class. The one that had grinded his hips into Jungkook's butt.

He had messed with Jungkook; touched Jungkook inappropriately and on top of that, made fun of him.

"You think you're hilarious, huh?" He sent an unamusing laugh. He so wanted to shove the boy off the railings. "You think you're the shit because Miss Sulli let's you grease her tool."

His eyes doubled. "H-h-how..."

"H-h-how," Yoongi mimicked irritably. "Shut the fuck up, I know everything." His hand gripped the boy's hair, yanking his head backwards and making him wince in pain. "All your little fuck sessions after school in the janitor's closet."

"Yoongi, please.."

"I'm not blackmailing you." Yoongi shook his head. He ran his tongue over his lips. "I'm threatening you."

The boy gulped. His chest pounded against Yoongi's arm. Yoongi's grip around his neck tightened.

He inched closer, drawing his face close to the boy, staring intently into his eyes so he could match the demon within him with the little clown inside the boy. So the boy could see what he was up against.

In a way, he wanted to portray the biblical saying that; He that is in me is greater than he that is in you; in the bastard in front of him.

Everyone knew he had am asylum in him, but they still went ahead to push his damn buttons!

"Listen clearly."

The boy nodded frantically, shaking.

"If you ever smile, speak, laugh, or as much as breath next to Jungkook again, I swear to God, I will jab my pen through your forehead and make sure it prods through the back of your head. And then I will drag your scrawny body to the roof and toss you off this building."

Tears spilled from the boy's eyes as he shuts them in fear.

"I w-w-won't I promise. Please forgive me," He cried, mucus and tears dripping like a tap.

"I know," Yoongi said, forcing a smug smile. "You won't do it. I'll kill you if you as much as think of it."

Pulling him forward, Yoongi slammed him against the wall again and let go of his collar, then he stepped back.

"Now, scram," He commanded.

The boy stood fearfully, knees buckled. He looked up at Yoongi with shaky hands.

"Are you deaf? Get the fuck out of my face before I strangle you to death." Yoongi charged towards him with his legs going for a kick as the boy jumped and ran off.

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"Are you okay?" Taehyung asked when they had stepped outside the classroom.

"I'm fine. What did you want to talk about?"