The young brunette huffs as he punches the life out of the pleading man under him.
And it is like everything around him is muffled. His only intention is to put this man in his place. His knuckles hurt every time it collides with a bone.
The man begins to cough blood, his face no longer recognizable as this teenager beats the life out of him.
The young boy smirks as he curls his hands around the man's throat. The man thrashes, helplessly trying to pry away those deadly skinny arms.
"How dare you! You knew we had a deal. Almost got fucking tracked while dealing with your drugs, and now you wanna sell me out?!"
The boy's eyes glisten with tears. He is just trying to survive, seeking shelter in the hands of backstabbing bastards like this one...
And he is sick of it!
The boy applies more pressure, as the poor man gags, silently pleading for this ordeal to end.
The boy watches as the man's face turns blue...his eyes white as his irises roll back... He is about to break his neck when...
" Hey! What are you doing, boy?!"
The brunette immediately jolts up and looks back. His expression sells him out as the police man approaches him.
There is no need for explanation. The officer takes out his handcuffs.
" Let's not make things hard young man. Put your hands behind your-"
Before the officer can complete his lousy line...the brunette swings a kick at him...aiming straight for his eyes, and without wasting time, he bolts off at a fast pace.
He runs...
And runs...
He dodges people...crosses roads. Once he is sure he is in a safe street, he takes deep hasty breaths. Trying to calm his hard pumping heart. He leans against a wall when he sees more officers on their motorbikes.
" There he is!"
There is no way his feet could outrun those machines. But he runs anyway. He diverts his route to a narrow alley, packed with people and he smiles when the officers slow down.
He promises to get himself a car.
But he is human... And his feet give up. His chest hurts so much and he cannot breathe well.
Might as well rot in Juvenile.
The boy tries to run as the officers get closer and closer...but his sprints are short and wobbly. Just as he is about to kneel and put his hands behind his head... Someone holds his hand.
" You gotta run." The other handsome boy calmly says as he pulls him from the main street.
"Who...are you?" The younger asks, forcing himself to try...this last time.
" Stop or we'll shoot!" They hear a loud officer giving them a warning. The older boy laughs.
"They can't shoot, this place is packed with civilians." Both of them giggle as they head for the bridge.
" What's your name?" The older one asks.
" Jeon... Jungkook."
"'Jungkook, do you trust me?" The older boy asks as they huff. The officers behind them quickly closing the distance between.
"I got nothing to loose." The younger one smirks and with one unhesitating jump...the two boys disappear into the waters below.
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