"Get off me freak!"

Minho shouted at the top of his lungs - he was struggling to break free from a hard piggyback Taemin was giving him.

"Not until you say sorry for dumping my bag in the trash, mister!" replied Taemin, clutching Minho's neck even tighter.

"What?!" Minho said exasperatedly, determined to thrash the boy in his back. "I'm warning you Taemin, if you don't get your off my back this instant, hell will break loose!" He shook the boy harder than ever, but Taemin still wont budge.

"Oh yeah?" Taemin said rather teasingly. "Let's see what at big man's got for a poor little cute boy," Taemin continued, with the air of pure evil in his voice. However, he regretted saying this words the second Minho gave his reply: Minho plunged his teeth deep in Taemin's flesh, causing the latter to remove his clutch around Minho's neck and drop to the ground, -first.

"AWWW!" Taemin shrieked while finding a way to massage his throbbing arm and at the same time.

"Look here, freak," Minho started, pure loathing visible in his face. "You know why I dumped your filthy things in the trash? Well," Minho continued, squatting in front of the sitting Taemin so that their faces are only inches away.

"I - " he said, pointing to himself  "- hate -" he inched his face closer to Taemin's "- you." Minho tapped Taemin's temple with his index finger. "Simple, isn't it?" Minho concluded, an annoying smile plastered on his fac