possessive

4

Changbin walked around in the empty hall. He was bored, very bored. He tried to find one of his friends, Lee Minho. He went almost everywhere and stupid him didn't even check the kitchen.

While he strolled his way to the kitchen he passed an angry-looking Jisung. He sent him a little smile but the younger completely ignored him. Changbin wasn't even surprised, the younger hated him for no reason.

He smirked when he saw Minho standing in front of the fridge, deciding he should scare him. He sneaked behind Minho, he patted his back and quickly hid behind the open fridge door. Minho looked behind him and that's when Changbin decided to jump in front of the older.

¨What. How?¨ Changbin pouted as he didn't even see Minho flinch. Changbin suddenly thought of how rude the younger was to him earlier, ¨Hyung, why does Jisung hate me?¨ I question the older.

¨Hate you? How could the Han Jisung hate anyone?¨ Minho smiled, ¨But I didn't know you guys weren't getting along.¨ He slightly looked down with a pout.

It was really quiet between us before Changbin finally broke it, ¨I don't think he is good for you, he is really rude and seems to be too careless to be in a relationship.¨ He quickly let out what was on his mind.

Minho furrowed his eyebrows, he looked pretty angry. ¨You don't have a say in that, Seo.¨ He snapped and went out of the kitchen, probably to find Jisung and tell him all about it.

¨But you don't know the things that I do.¨ The small male whispered and went to the living room.

Jisung was pissed the least to say. He was seeing red, blood. He tried to calm himself by training. He put all of his anger into the punching bag. He never realized someone being shoved into the room.

¨Woah, calm down there.¨ The tiny man backed away, afraid of being hit by the angry male.

¨What are you doing here?¨ Jisung snapped.

¨Minho forced me to do this, he said 'cause we needed 'bonding' time¨ Changbin rolled his eyes and went to the bench press. He wanted to impress the younger so he went a bit heavier than usual.

He heard the aggravated grunts from Jisung as he slowly laid onto the bench. Changbin tightly gripped the cold metal pole and slowly took it off the hooks.

He huffs as he lifts it higher in the air and sharply breathes in as he brings it closer to his body. Changbin did that five more times before his arms really gave up, too heavy. As he tried to put the metal rod back in its spot, a force starts to push back.

Changbin couldn't even react before his airway was blocked b something heavy on his throat. He fastly opened his eyes and looked straight at the younger male, who had a psychotic grin on his face.

Jisung leaned closer to Changbin's face, ¨No one will ever get between me and my Minnie.¨ He whispered.

Jisung loved the sight of the older frantically trying to get some air back in his lungs, he loved how red his face became, he loved how he was trying to scream for help, he loved how he tried to escape from his grip.

¨No one will, you hear me?¨ He said as he put more pressure on the heavy weight. Changbin tried to kick Jisung off of him, of course not succeeding. His little legs were just a tad too short.

His thrashing and struggling slowly went down as his face became paler and paler. Jisung marveled at the sight.

Doing this sent a small spark of euphoria through his body yet again, he felt good. He hesitantly stepped off of the lifeless body, thinking that he might be acting. He smirked as the small body laid still on the bench.

He put the heavy weight back onto its hooks and carried the body to who knows where.

But someone was watching.