"I am so much tempted to kill you right now, Kim Y/N..."
Seokjin rasped as his breath was brushing your cheek...The knife in his hand was grazing your neck
"Same here Kim Seokjin..." You clenched your Jaw as you poked your pistol in his stomach
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Hiccupping and crying uncontrollably, the little boy found himself trapped in the iron grip of the man's hand, his tiny wrist squeezed tightly. Tears blurred his vision as he pleaded, "P... Please let me go..."
But the man's anger seethed, and he dragged the boy even more ruthlessly, his feet hurting badly as they hurried through the dark and eerie corridors.
"P... Please, Uncle, my mom will be waiting for me," the boy wailed in anguish, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. The man showed no mercy, his heart seemingly ruthless to the child's pain.
The boy's fear escalated, feeling the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him. His thoughts raced to his mother, waiting anxiously for him to return. He yearned to be back in her loving embrace, safe and secure.
Each step was agonizing for that little boy, but he dared not resist, fearing the man's wrath.
That tall man didn't even look in that little boy's way just continued dragging him to his desired place.
"Uncle-" That little boy tried to speak but that man suddenly halted and glared dangerously at that boy...
"SHUT UP!"
That boy trembled in his grasp, he tried to free his hand from his grip but failed when his captor crouched his height and clutched his little shoulder .... painfully
"Consider your mother dead, YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" That man barked at his face making that little boy cry even more.
Hearing his cries, that man's eyes went dark with rage
Not able to control his anger anymore, he slapped that little boy ruthlessly
That little boy's 8-year-old body was thrashed to the concrete floor with the impact of the slap...
That man picked him up with his arms and started drag him again, after, what it seems 5 minutes of 'walking' ...That boy was pushed in a dim-lighted room
He cried feeling a stinging pain in his lips and cheeks, he sat in the corner of that room and observed his surroundings
He was not the only one in the room, the room was stuffed with five-six more children around his age, they were not making any sound, they just sat in that room ......like some dolls
More tears emerged in his little doe eyes, he was playing outside until late evening when his captor came to him and said His mom told him to bring him to her.
Being an innocent 8-year-old boy, he held that man's hand and that's when all his life went down.
He just wanted to return to his mother's safe embrace, his tears and hiccups were not stopping.
He winced soundly when he accidentally touched his bruised lip, silent tears were flowing through his eyes...
Looking down his lap, he was trying endure that stinging pain in his lips when he felt someone standing prior him
