You Were My Love

Scene 122 - Void

Brutishly choke him with his bare two hands.

Or – ruthlessly poison him.

No, no, even though it would certainly be as painful as he wished it to be, it would also be too slow and would take preparation, organization – and he needed immediate release.

A vicious shoot in his feet?

Hmm... Fast, for sure...

Nah... Too noisy...

And he could already picture him hopping around squealing and spilling blood everywhere.

It would be a total mess.

No, really, feral vivisection WAS the best option.

As Jimin stood in line for the casting between two taller, pretty females, his face was going through a whole set of (actually cute) expressions.

Pouts, frowns and scowls flickered in and out on his beautiful features as he thought about Tae Hyung's defection and the various ways to mercilessly slay, slaughter and then butcher the life out of him.

For the very first few seconds, he really had believed in his (now ex-) best friend's fit of coughing and croaky voice.

He was even so dumb as to sympathize and offer bringing some medicine.

That was until he heard Min Yoon Gi's deep, velvety voice in the back.

"Tae Hyungie, hurry!! Do you really want to be late on our first date?" and the line went dead.

Even though he could totally understand how eager the art student was to meet his crush, he didn't understand at all why he had asked him to come along if he didn't intend on coming in the first pl – and then it hit him.

Jimin realized he had been set up and Tae had used him to avoid dealing with the casting!

Fuming anger rose in him.

A whole new series of moves danced on his face.

Eyes narrowing and squinting, plump lips gaping and pursing, eyebrows knitting and frowning as he mulled over new ways of flaying, immolating and cutting the bubbly student into wee pieces.

Jimin was so immersed in it that he never noticed the way the nearest models were contemptuously rolling their eyes at his funny faces, and / or smirking down at him.

It was a male voice that interrupted his thoughts.

"What's with the schizo pout? Are you preparing those pink cushions to audition for the next F4?"

Jimin lifted his eyes from the polished floor where they had remained so far, to drag them before him along the toned legs and muscles that showed through the torn holes of ripped black jeans.

He tried not to let his mind wander too wildly and hardly managed to stay in focus while he beheld a pair of bulgy pecs under a white Tshirt.

He rose his head higher to trail on the veiny, virile neck, to a finely designed jaw on which a highly annoying, cocky smirk was displayed, just under amused, round eyes.

"What a poor pick up line!" Jimin deplored.

What did that model want from him?

Was he trying to skip the line?

Jimin's irritation grew a notch higher.

"Well..." he retorted with a somewhat shy but bitter smile, while eyeing the newcomer up and down "... I doubt they'd cast you as Gu Jun Pyo in this outfit..."