Part 75

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Levian's POV
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I was so close. So - fucking - close

Running away from Mexico and leaving my brother behind was hard but going to the library nearby our house, I was able to buy a plane ticket online, so I can fly to South Korea. And that's what I did. With my destination of Thailand on my mind, I was almost there until Hoseok's men found me. I forgot the asshole mainly stays in his hometown.

And it looks like this is where I'm going to be staying as well. For how long? I don't know

And I shouldn't complain too much because my room is so damn nice. With a bathroom attached, a walk-in closet and a little mini kitchen, it makes it easier for me to stay in my room. Which is probably why he gave me this room compared to his other guestrooms that don't have some or all of these attachments. He has many homes with this one being his biggest since he stays in South Korea more than any other city, state, or country, but this is not what I wanted. All I really wanted was to be alone. Away from everyone

Even Hoseok

But he will never let that happen

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Hearing noises coming from downstairs, I place my book down, sitting up in my bed and listen for a while. With my door wide open, I debated if I wanted to get up and close my door or if I should just leave it be. And now listening as a few men start getting louder when more make it inside the house, I stand to my feet and walk over to it. But quickly stopping in my tracks, Hoseok pops up out the middle of nowhere standing there in the middle of my doorway with both his hands resting inside his slacks pockets. Staring down at my small frame, his stare turns into a glare, making me grow uncomfortable. He looks like he just killed somebody, and I was about to be next. He's changed so much since the night he kissed me and I told him I wanted to stay with him. I never saw the sweet side of him again. His laugh, his smile. It was - gone

"Hoseok" I whisper his name not being able to look up at him

"Are you hungry?" he asks with a calm tone that doesn't match his evil facial expression which makes me look up at him

"Hungry?" I look away and then back at him "I - I had some - noodles - earlier" I speak within a whisper. Sometimes I get scared on what to say to him in fear that he would get mad on what words would spill out from my mouth. The man is very unpredictable. The day I raised my voice at him when I got here, was my last. Let's just say, he let it slide for too long and was hating the disrespect which was why his big hand made it to my throat. He didn't squeeze it but just left his hand there while telling me...

"Don't let the next time be you regretting the way you talk to me"

I already knew what he meant by that. He was going to choke the hell out of me, and I never seen Hoseok in action, but people are scared of him so, I know it's best that I should be too. Plus, he is so big compared to me. I'm like a house cat in a lion's cage. Me being the cat and him being the lion. Of course

He breaks eye contact with me, looking around my room. With his eyes furrowing, he walks pass me, towards my bed. Looking down, he takes one of his hands out his pocket, reaching out grabbing the book I was reading. He looks at me which makes me look away, keeping my head down

"Runaway child" he reads the title

"It's - only about a - a lonely girl - in need - of - of help. So - she um - runs away - to go and - find it" I horribly stutter out

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