Illusion || VMin

33- Feelings

Tae's POV

I closed the door behind me to see Kookie right in front of me. He looked straight into my eyes, sending shivers through my spine. How to speak to him?

"Hope Hoseok was a good servant," Kookie spoke out.

I blinked at his remark but chose to ignore and said, "Not good as you, so I am taking you back."

He smirked, "I ain't your dog. It will take more than this."

The man walked away, leaving me dumbfounded next to Hoseok, who darted his eyes between me and him and said, "He must've hit his head or something. I'll speak to him."

He ran after Kookie while I just got fixed in my place. It reminded me of the time when we first met. He was wild and taming him seemed impossible. I ran my fingers through my hair. 

"A thief! Catch the kid!" a man shouted in the market as mum and I were sightseeing.

She reached for my hand, but I was slow to hold hers. Suddenly, I was grabbed from my neck. His arm was wrapped around my neck and his other hand pointing a knife at me.

"If you make a fucking move, I'll kill the kid," the boy shouted at the seller who just wanted his stuff back.

I glanced at him to see a dirty being. It was cruel to call him one, but well he was threatening to kill me. That should be fair enough.

"You are a kid yourself," I whispered enough for him to hear to only find myself being dragged as the seller backed away and everyone else.

My mum? She was shouting my name, not knowing that her son was the hostage. It happened so fast for her to process. The guards? Well! Father never cared about us then.

When we reached a dark alley, he loosened his grip and peeked. Once he felt safe enough, he pushed me to the ground and retracted the knife as I kept following his actions with my eyes. 

He sat and started to munch the food, leaving me unrestrained. I looked around me. There were stray dogs and dirt everywhere. I noticed a piece of cloth on the ground which he most probably uses to sleep on. I was in his hideout which was a rather stupid decision of him.

Now, I could guide the police to his place. 

"You're still here?" he said, catching me of guard as he stood and checked me from head to toe, adding, "Spoiled brat."

I eyerolled, watching him walk in circles around me.

"How much will your daddy pay to get you back?" he licked his lips and approached me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

I smirked, "Enough to live in luxury all your life, but that if you survived long enough to return me."

I placed my hand on his and twisted it, earning a scream from him. I pushed him with my leg for him to land on the ground and groan. 

"You little shit!" he roared and ran towards me, but I easily took a step to the left and stumbled him.

I laughed, saying, "As I thought, you're a weakling."

My eyes landed on the knife, so I moved towards it and held it my hands and glanced at him, saying, "I'll be keeping this."

His eyes were full of fear and terror as I smiled at him and walked away to search for my mother to tell her about everything and to arrest him. She cried on seeing me and held me in her arms, but her reaction of what happened was unexpected.