You watched as Taemin walked .. no sashayed towards you. You watched the fluid grace of his walk, so sensual and so seductive... so---

You rose to your feet in anger realising what he was actually doing to you. You stood up so suddenly that you send the chair that you were sitting on, crashing to the tiles. "Get. The. Freak. Out. Of. My . Head! " you shouted glaring at him.

Taemin came to a stop. "Do you intend to use that knife?" his words were icy cold and his eyes begun flowing blue. A sign that he was pissed off, you realised after noticing it occuring whenever he got pissed off. Blood scented the air and you felt a pain on your hand, your palm.

Looking down you saw that your hand was clenching on the blade of the knife that you had drawn on instinct from the sheath on the ankle. You glared at Taemin immediately, you were not that careless to hurt yourself, you would never make such a mistake. The archangel was controlling you, forcing you to hurt yourself, showing that you were just a mere toy towards him. "I will not be freaking manipulated. I rather die. If you want me to do a job for you, fine but i will not be controlled by you." you glared at him as you pulled out the knife that was deep in your palm.

Immediately blood was trailing down from your hand and you saw that he was looking at the wound.

"You might be almighty and powerful, even able to control me but if that was enough, to be able to get the job done. You would no