“Fuck off.” Yoongi turned back at the sharp voice behind him. He was met with golden skin, onyx hair, and brown eyes glaring knives at him. He gave a low chuckle, and turned back to walk towards the other. “Excuse you?” Jimin smirked, and crossed his arms. He took a step closer to him, running a hand through the hair that had fallen into his face. “You heard me, you little bastard.” Yoongi laughed harshly at that, and shook his head. “Aren’t you shorter than me, asshole?”
