Him & I (Jjk°Kth)

Chapter 8

Is Ramadan still going on?

Eyes wavering as they searched for an escape, breathing uneven as his adrenaline came down from its high but fire burnt in his spirits as those brown orbs were ablaze with fury. They were challenging anyone to take a step forward and fall victim to his dagger which was surely efficient enough to knock out a big bulky man. Oh the unconscious man laying on the ground was a proof of it all.

The teen boy had a leen figure but wasn't bone pokingly skinny. Locks dark and nitid were covering half of his forehead like a parted curtain. And his height, even for a boy standing at the ladder of puberty, stood almost as tall as the Mafia duo. With the confidence and rage that the boy oozed out, Taehyung saw himself in him. A striking resemblance to his own younger self. Desperate to get his life on track but never ready to bow down in front of anyone.

"Oops. Guess you messed up the floor. What is a little lamb like you doing in the Lion's Den anyway?" Taehyung said, taking two steps forward, but the action he thought would be intimidating to the boy, was only his cue to make his next move, which was to lock his hand behind his back and holding him a hostage to his knife.

"Take one more step forward and this man will have the same fate as the one lying on the floor." Taehyung was amused with the sudden change of events. He did not expect to experience so much spice in one single day. This got him excited. Excited to play with his new toy. The boy had a firm hold on his hand, trying his best to twist it in a way that would hurt him, the knife on his throat was already touching his skin, an indication that a single step from the onlookers would indeed result with a gash on his beautiful neck. This all was enough to give Taehyung a rush of adrenaline in his body. Oh how he loved this feeling.

"I'll tell you once kid, release him. You make me repeat myself, then there won't be no more talking." It was Jungkook who spoke his order. No sign of panic visible on his face, just anger towards the younger who had the audacity to hold his Taehyung at knife's point. A courage big enough to challenge them in their own territory. Admirable, yes, but extremely stupid.

"That I will, but not untill I escape this fucked up place. So now you foll-" Rest of his words were caught in his throat as he felt Taehyung breaking free and bringing his hand above his shoulder.

"That was lovely honey, but you DO NOT!" With a force that knocked out oxygen from his lungs, he was thrown on the ground with little to no time to register what just happened.

"Make him repeat." He felt the sole of a shoe pressing his head down, and like a fish flailing its fins in search of water, he was left thrashing around to pull himself up. He could smell the metallic scent of his own blood, as his skull had cracked itself enough for the blood to flow out. Yes it hurt, but this won't make him loose consciousness. Not if he gets treated soon.

"Well, that's a lot of blood. Now kid, tell me who you are and what are you doing here?" Even in a state where the boy might gain a concussion, where too much loss of blood might make him loose consciousness, he still did not surrender. His pride was the only thing no one could strip away from him, and he was going to make sure, that stays the case.

"Like hell I'm going to tell you who I am. And why don't you ask your own men as to why I'm here?" Taehyung rose an amused eyebrow at the boy's still unwavering attitude as he now turned at his men for answers. From his men he meant the ones who took care of this disguised brothel.

"We brought him here for the new business sir." Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows at that. If the boy willingly came here to sell his body then why the sudden woke? Taehyung was about to voice out his thoughts but Jungkook beat him to it.

"You came here on your own free will, so why the fuck you acting up now? You know the price you'll have to pay for killing my man?" Taehyung was curious about the first part and in disaccord with the other. He didn't want to make this boy pay. He had other plans for him.