possessive. + ksj.

monday

k s j .

i walked you to the photography club.
i forced a nice greeting to your fellow
members, and walked off.

i headed to the back of the school to find anything useful, when suddenly, the door of the storage room barged open.

my eyes met with your brother,

min yoongi.

he was startled when he saw me,
but looked expressionless.

"oh, seokjin."

"yoongi.."

my eyes traced to the envelope
he was holding, and–

why are there pictures of
me killing ji–

i looked back up at yoongi, who
was starting to back off.

"what do you think you're doing,
yoongi-ah?"

"...f.uck you,
and stay away
from my sister."

in rage and anger, i pulled
out my pocket knife and
lunged myself at him.

but, he was smart. he dodged
me, and in turn i felt an intense
compact in my back causing me
to fall.

i felt my knife attempted to be
pulled away from my hand, but
i retaliated, in now complete rage.
i sliced yoongi's hand, causing him
to wince out.

"f.uck!"

he kicked me again and ran
off.

mark my f.ucking words,
min yoongi,

you can run,

but

you

can't

H I D E.

no one EVER

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aye this story is ending
in the next chapter !!