The Fairytale Of a Sinner

Chapter-3 : The criminal

The dark alleys of downtown, were never scary to walk alone, Despite the rates of crimes, anonymous kidnappings, rapes and even horrifying tales of murders.

The street lights were a disaster, they were always glitching, never repaired. No one paid any attention to it. Even Cops were afraid to enter this hell hole. And here I was, without a hint of fear.

Y Bar. One of the famous and affordable place of downtown to have fun. No matter how much crowded it was, he was always here. Drunk, even passed out sometimes.

Parking wasn't a thing here. Every vehicle was lined up in front of the walls of this bar at their own risk. I recognised his bike. He is here, I knew it, already.

"Where is he?" I slammed two hundred dollars on the desk of their spooky receptionist. The middle aged man was a tall, ugly and a fat bastard. Always flirting with me.

He had never helped me without his commission. "H-012, 2nd floor." He slid the dollars in his pocket, winking at me.

"His bills aren't paid yet. He's not leaving anywhere." He shouted when I scurried towards the staircase. Downtown was the only place that had me being grateful for the staircase, that I didn't have to climb a wall.

They lacked basic necessities.

Avoiding the red, blue and even Neon lighting of this place, I was finally at the first floor. The halls were messy. Men's clinging onto womens. Women's clinging onto men. And hell, they had full support for gay community.

The noises off the rooms were clear, and some of them had kept their ears on the wooden door, to hear the moans clearly. Not a single one of them in their right minds.

A man raised his eyebrows at me, licking his lips. I rolled my eyes walking towards the second staircase, this bastard had me set my foot in places i wouldn't have spared a glance at.

H-012.

I banged at the door mad, only to retrieve my hand back instantly, with a painful sound.

My palm.

"Open the fucking door!" I shouted, and it swung open.

He held the door, smelling like a sweet vanilla extract mixed with intoxicating alcohal. His eyes glistening with a tint of redness, his jaw tightened looking me up and down.

"Mind explaining what are you doing here at this hour?" His teeths pressed against each other, and voice was controlled, he sounds mad for some reason.

"What are you doing here at this hour?" I repeated his question, to ask him the same.

He grabbed my arm shoving me inside the room and slamming it behind his back. I never understood this ruthlessness with me.

"Do you even have slightest idea where you are?" I took a step back, he looks intimidating with the cold expressions he had. Nothing behind those eyes. I shook my head, No.

He use to visit this place often. This was a red light area, but cops were afraid to set foot here. What else could be dangerous about this place?

"Taehyung listen-"

He didn't. He never did. He treated me as a mere acquaintance in front of the crowd, as if we barely know each other. And here is he not being able to control himself.

"I'm not your girlfriend." Nervousness travelled through my veins, when he held my wrist. He shushed me, scooping me in his arms to lay me down on the bed. I was trying to think of something, anything that could stop him.

I clutched onto his shirt, when he kissed my lips. His hands were trembling as if he was doing something wrong, unbuttoning my shirt. Leaving wet kisses down my jawline to the collar bones.