But Cam's warning was too late, Baby had already hit Saint's face with his clenched fist, the force causing Saint to fall unceremoniously onto the sofa.
Saint muttered a curse and hissed as his hand touched his bleeding lip, "Are you fucking crazy?!" He growled, sitting up on the sofa to glare up at Baby.
"I'll fucking kill you!" Baby lunged on Saint, throwing his knees on each side of Saint's thighs and wrapping his hands around Saint's neck, choking the daylight out of him.
Saint coughed, his hands reaching to hold onto Baby's arms, "Stop." He managed to say, his face reddening.
But Baby didn't, he gritted his teeth and choked harder.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Baby is about to commit murder!" Cam rushed forward and pulled on Baby's shoulder.
"No... don't... worse..." Saint choked out as Cam's effort to pull Baby out only caused Baby's hands to tug harder around his neck.
"Oh... shit, sorry," Cam gasped and stepped back, watching Baby as he smirked in satisfaction as he watched the dying man in front of him.
"Thus won't do, I'm calling your mama!" Cam suddenly ran into Baby's room to search for his phone.
Once alone, Saint locked his eyes with Baby as he lowered his hand to Baby's waist, his fingers digging through the shirt to grip Baby's waist.
"Baby," he called quietly despite the hand around his neck, "Stop, please." He whispered and suddenly pulled Baby close by the waist, causing his grip to loosen as he fell against his chest.
Baby gasped as Saint suddenly took advantage of his lapse to tear his hand away from his neck, and in the next second, he groaned as his arms were twisted behind him, his wrists locked in Saint's tight grip.
"Had your fill yet?" Saint asked, his voice rough and hoarse.
He was breathing hard as he stared down at Baby's flushed face, one hand still gripping Baby's waist, grounding him in place.
Baby was panting, and slowly, he realised how incriminating their position might appear to someone else(Cam).
"Let go," He muttered, frowning.
Saint didn't move. His tongue darted out as he licked the blood on his lip—slow, deliberate.
Baby's eyes followed it.
Every millimetre.
He chuckled low and dark, "Let you go? When you punched and nearly sent me to the underworld?" He asked huskily, leaning his face close to Baby's, "That's not happening, Baby. If everyone lets you walk away unscathed, then I'll be your first." He murmured and tugged on Baby's wrist, straining his arm.
"Ugh!" Baby grunted, his eyes moving from Saint's eyes to his lips, "I'll destroy you, Saint, it's a promise-fuck!" Baby screamed in pain and shock as Saint suddenly leaned in and bit down on his lip.
Not a kiss.
A punishment.
It was meant to hurt Baby, to teach him a lesson, but as Saint pulled away from Baby, his eyes darkened and dilated as he saw the blood dripping down Baby's chin, the flush on his cheeks and the intense anger and something else in those striking blue eyes, he felt trapped.
His hand tightened on Baby's hip and he found himself leaning in.
"Are you crazy?!" Baby jumped out of Saint's thighs the moment he felt his grip loosen on him, his eye burning with anger.
"You fucking BIT me! Bit me! What are you? A snake?!" Baby barked, sucking his lip into his mouth.
Saint was frozen for a second as he realised something.
'A few seconds ago, I wanted to –' He slammed down the thought of an antique forbidden book.
He had avenged, that was it.
He slowly stood from the sofa and took a step toward Baby, "I let you off easily this time, next time, I'm fighting back –"
"Yeah, fighting back is awesome, but biting my lip? Are you a psycho?" Baby snapped, staring at Saint with confusion written all over his face.
"Get a hold of your emotions, Baby. Don't mess this up for me," Saint said and walked away, heading over to the kitchen.
Baby followed, "You had no darned right to report me to the coach, you're not my father!" He spat, anger obviously still driving him.
Behind them, Cam rushed out of Baby's room and saw the fighting captains heading into the kitchen.
"No, not the kitchen, there are knives there!" He gasped and ran after them.
However, he paused at the door as he saw that Baby was standing a good distance away from Saint, who was taking the first aid out from a cabinet.
"Is the fight over?" Cam asked cautiously but no one answered him.
"Right, I'm invisible," He cleared his throat and walked toward Baby.
"Hey, man, I think we should just let this slide," Cam wanted to hold Baby's arm but Baby dodged his touch.
"I asked a question, Saint, why did you report me to the coach?" He asked, his voice tight.
"To keep you in order. You're too... loose," Saint slammed the first aid shut and faced Baby.
"You're too lousy, Baby, if I let you have your way, you'll end up ruining not just your future, but mine, too. I'm not standing and allowing you to throw my life away," Saint clenched his fists, his gaze burning hard on Baby.
"If you let me have my way? You were never in a position to let or not let me do what I want," Baby took a step, but Cam held him back.
"Enough, Baby –"
"I'm chill," Baby said, nodding at his friend.
Cam reluctantly let go of Baby's hand, hoping he made the right choice.
Baby stood in front of Saint and lifted his head, "If you really want us to get through this without killing each other before the year even starts to count, I suggest you take your nose out of my business. I'm asking nicely, or else..." He stopped talking, turned, and strode out of the kitchen.
Cam cleared his throat and smiled at Saint, "I don't like you, either. But, if you really want to make it to THC, you should really stay out of Baby's business." He said and walked out of the kitchen.
Saint shut his eyes and gritted his teeth, his fingers gripping tightly on the counter beside him.
Saint exhaled shakily, gripping the counter until his knuckles whitened.
Stay out of Baby's business?
Easy words.
Impossible task.
'Fuck. I almost kissed him. With blood in his mouth.'