Angry 2min
Author: dubuluvshinee
Pairing: 2min
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 511
Disclaimer: Don't own "I'm Yours", Dami-ah does
This is a short drabble, based on the latest chapter of "I'm Yours" by Dami-ah
she edited it for me ^^ I'm grateful she let me post it XD
Hope you like it!
“I fucking hate you!”
Minho was having a hard time comprehending the words that the other had so blatantly hissed at him. He listened to the sound of Taemin’s stomping as he ascended the steps to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Minho listened to the telltale sound of the lock clicking before everything seemed to hit him at once and he couldn’t control his arm as it suddenly pulled back, sending his fist straight into the cupboards in front of him. The battered cupboard door fell off its hinges and onto the floor, spraying the room with tiny splinters of wood.
Minho swore under his breath, running a trembling hand through his hair. It would be an understatement to say that Minho was “angry.” He was way more than angry. He was absolutely livid.
Taemin had no right to hate Minho. Sure, Minho would admit that he could be somewhat of a jerk, maybe sometimes a douche, but he was doing this for Taemin, that ungrateful little twig…
And really, if Minho wanted to take blood from the boy, he sure as hell should be allowed to. It wasn’t like Taemin hadn’t dealt with it a thousand times before.
But that look on the twig’s face right after Minho had taken blood… Minho couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret.
He didn’t want to put Taemin’s life at risk, so he refused to go back and save this “Jinki.” He had brought Taemin with him in the first place to save him, because somehow he figured he at least owed the kid that much. Taemin had been through a lot and somehow Minho felt he was doing right by Taemin by trying to keep him safe like this. Plus, he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was kind of starting to like the guy, maybe a little.
No, definitely a lot. Even he, Minho, master of the poker face, had a hard time controlling himself around Taemin. His emotions were almost always haywire, unable to be tamed around the kid. It took every ounce of his being to keep himself from attacking Taemin, and not in the way he would usually think of attacking someone.
Minho swore once again, sighing as he leaned back against the countertop. He didn’t want to fight with the kid, mostly because it was annoying and took too much of an effort.
So instead of brooding and coming off as a jerk, like Minho wanted to, he headed for the stairway, berating himself silently for what he was about to do.
He hated apologizing, and Minho was almost sure that he was the one who should be apologized to, but he knew that wouldn’t happen and he just wanted the kid to stop acting stupid so he would do it. Minho would apologize.
He stopped in front of the bedroom door and knocked quietly, teeth gritting with the words he was about to utter. “Twig?”
He didn’t answer, and Minho sighed loudly, running a hand through his hair angrily. “I’m… sorry.”