Raw Marks | KOOKV✓

chapter 35

"Don't you dare, Aoi! You just got out of jail. Just look at him, he's a minor!" The old man's voice rang out, quivering with a mix of fear and desperation. His eyes, wide with horror, darted between the tattooed man and the boy, hoping his plea would reach the hardened heart of his former friend. Aoi, a shorter man covered in tattoos, turned his head slowly, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. His eyes, filled with a dangerous glint, locked onto the old man, who was now visibly trembling

"What if I don't?" Aoi's voice was low, almost a growl, dripping with malice. The old man could feel his heart race, the panic rising in his chest like a tidal wave. He stepped forward, his hand shaking as he grabbed Jungkook's trembling shoulder with a tight grip, as if holding on for dear life

"Nothing's going to happen! Kid, just leave from here!" he urged, his voice laced with sheer anxiety. He began to pull Jungkook away, but before he could make any headway, one of the four men with dark almond eyes stepped forward. His yellow teeth were bared in a predatory grin, his tall, muscular frame blocking the door. The challenge in his stance was unmistakable, and it sent a chill down the old man's spine

"Please let him go! He was just trying to help!" The old man’s voice cracked with desperation, his eyes scanning the faces of the men, searching for any sign of mercy "You're not into boys, come on! You were always into girls, right?" He tried to reason with them, his voice breaking under the weight of his fear. But his words fell on deaf ears. The bulky male simply shoved him away with a single, powerful push, sending him sprawling to the ground

"Prison messed me up, Johann. All I can feel is the urge to bury myself into this kid" Aoi said, his voice dark and twisted with a sick desire. He stepped closer to Jungkook, who stood frozen in place, his wide eyes filled with terror. His mind raced, but his body refused to move, every muscle locked in fear

Jungkook had always boasted about knowing self-defense, but now, in the face of real danger, his mind was blank. His body shook, sweat pouring down his forehead, his legs feeling like they were made of lead. He was too frightened to move, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps "Please let me go" he finally whispered, his voice barely audible, a faint plea for mercy. The men surrounding him frowned, their expressions darkening as they closed in tighter, their shadows swallowing him whole

"What did you say, baby boy?" One of them muttered close to Jungkook’s ear, his breath hot and foul, sending a shiver down the teen’s spine. Jungkook stiffened, feeling the hot breaths on his neck, on both sides, and in front of him, the yellow-teeth guy leaned in, his eyes filled with cruel amusement as he peered into Jungkook's frightened eyes. The height difference was stark; Jungkook’s semi-muscular frame was dwarfed by the man towering over him, his broad shoulders blocking out the light

"L-Listen, if you want money, then take it, but let me go!" Jungkook shouted, mustering all his courage. He tried to push the taller man away, but his efforts were futile. The man laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed in the dim room, filling Jungkook with a sense of dread

"Don't be so cocky" the man hissed, grabbing Jungkook's wrists with a vice-like grip. The teen whimpered in pain, tears stinging his eyes "You're not in a place to talk, kid! I loathe such brattiness" he spat before delivering a hard slap to Jungkook's cheek, the force of the blow sending him sprawling backward. Another man caught him by the waist, laughing cruelly, his grip bruising and unyielding

"STOP IT!! Leave the boy! I'll get you a new one for such a thing!" The old man begged, his voice breaking. He tried to intervene, but the criminals turned on him, their fists flying. They beat him brutally, their blows landing with sickening thuds, until he lay on the ground, too injured to move, his body a broken mess

"DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME! BE GRATEFUL THAT I DIDN'T KILL YOU YET" one of the men snarled, his eyes blazing with anger as he glared at the old man, who lay sobbing softly, his blood pooling on the floor