The Spawn

Eight

My Oh My - Camila Cabello (ft. DaBaby)

Note: I didn't expect for this song to go so well with this story ._.

Yeosang is watching tv.

There's nothing much really to do besides that actually. He's done with all of his homework, now just waiting for Joshua to come back from his class so they can study for a test tomorrow, probably not catch on any sleep for the sake of studying and getting good grades.

Besides, Jimin isn't exactly a suitable form of company since he practically sprinted to his room after a while of unable to handle Yeosang's stare.

Good, Yeosang doesn't really want to deal with him either way.

After his little attempt at trying to seem like he has authority over him, Yeosang is fighting against his urges to beat someone to the death right now.

When he left the school, he ended up going to the gym near his apartment for a while to beat up a punching bag in hopes to ease his bubbling anger. He tried so hard to imagine the bag as a person but it wasn't working. It's not the same punching a bag of sand than punching a human body that reacts. Out of pure frustration he punched the bag right off the hinges, and that still didn't feel satisfying enough.

Maybe he can call Taehyung later to let him handle a traitor in their cells. Of course Jeongguk has many traitors and has them caged up like animals in their individual cell until their time comes to die.

Yeosang needs to see blood, hear the cracking of bones by a punch and the feel the pulses of another human pounding against his fingertips as he yanks their life away when he yanks their head off. He's no serial killer looking for trouble, no he isn't, so that's why it's preferable to do it this way where he can kill those who deserve it for pissing his family off.

Now he needs to find a way to control his anger without wanting to kill, even if that's all he truly knows.

After a while of just sitting there, Yeosang is growing pretty relentless to the silence and the television is not helping the slightest bit. So he gets up and goes to the window, creaking it open slightly to take out his cigarette and light it up.

The second he exhales the nicotine from his body through his parted lips, he feels himself relax down slightly. It's almost like a dirty habit weighing out another dirty habit. Both not exact going hand in hand or the safest for his health, but at least smoking calms down these thrill urges for now as he relaxes his annoyance.

He's not use to this. Yeosang has been trained and molded to demand for respect. If no one respects him, he kills them all. Almost like a killing machine, only activated when someone presses his buttons. Obviously Yeosang has to learn to control himself, just for the sake of enemies not finding him or the cops.

This is going to be so hard.

"The fuck are you doing?! Smoking in my own fucking dorm now?!"

And it's because of him that it's going to be so damn hard.

Yeosang practically inhales a mouth full of the cigarette to the way his boiling aggravation sky rocketed in seconds, exhaling it out the window with eyes closed. Jimin always manages to piss him off someway somehow. It's almost as though he knows he does and it fucks Yeosang over because no matter how hard he tries to control himself, he feels like he's seconds away from exploding his patience away.

Oh how badly Yeosang is trying to keep ahold of his sanity right now.

"Hey! I'm talking to you-"

Yeosang snarls his eyes to Jimin, almost like a fire blazing with gasoline. Jimin stands there by the hall where the bedrooms are, and he doesn't seem the least bit shaken by Yeosang's vicious glare.