My Soulmate

Chapter 16

(Word Count: 2775)

It was the creep that Chan and Changbin kicked out. And he had a knife.

"Hey cutie, remember me?" The man smiled nicely.

Jisung gulped, looking around trying to find an exit. That's when he remembered. Minho. He should be arriving soon. All he had to do was run past the man who was slowly inching closer, limiting where he could run.

"You don't wanna talk right now baby? I'll make you scream," The man said, more intimidating. He brought the knife up into the air and lunged at Jisung. He moved to the side to dodge as the man ran into the brick wall. He fell onto the pavement next to the kitten.

"Fuck," Jisung winced, looking at his arm to see a slash, crimson red already starting to rush out. The man recovered, coming at Jisung again. 

He quickly ran out of the alleyway and into the parking lot, but he tripped over his feet and fell on his side. As he turned to his stomach to push himself up, he could feel a new abrasion from his elbow up.

He tried getting up but was met with a foot to his stomach, right where his scar was. The boy coughed, the air being kicked right out of his lungs.

His eyes started watering, the painful memories coming back all at once all while the foot came back and turned him over.

The man crouched down to get close to his victim, putting his knife to Jisung's throat.

"Let's go to my car cutie. We'll have some fun and I'll make you regret rejecting me," He said, pulling the boy up to his feet by his shirt. He moved the knife to be right at Jisung's stomach, threatening to plunge into his side at any moment.

Then a car pulled into the parking lot. A gray Mercedes AMG. Jisung smiled.

He could feel the knife poking at his side making him feel like he can't run away. But then he remembered something Chan had taught him. It was a self-defense move. A hip throw. All he had to do was grab the man's arm, move his hips under the other man's, and twist. Just as he was about to act, a voice he recognized said something.

"What's happening here," Minho said, standing like a bodyguard.

"None of your business kid," The man with the knife said, turning him and Jisung around and hiding the knife behind Jisung's back.

Jisung looked at Minho. Trying his best to hint that the man was dangerous with his facial expressions.

"None of my business?" Minho said in a questioning way. "But our friend here is bleeding."

The man panicked, looking at Jisung's arm which was now dripping blood.

"Yeah, I'm taking him to the hospital to get that patched up," the man said, the knife now poking Jisung's back like a threat to go along.

"Yeah, he's just helping," He said, looking down and closing his eyes.

"That's unfortunate, sir, because I'm here to take him. So, put down the knife and drop the act." Minho replied, his eyes darkening.

The other man instantly looked scared, but he acted as if Minho's stare wasn't intimidating. He stabbed Jisung in the back, pulling it out and bringing it to the boy's throat. The sharp knife just barely pierces the skin there.

"I said put the knife down," Minho stared, now raging but an idea popped into his head.

"You think I'm intimidated," The man laughed. "Go away."

Minho took out his phone and started recording.

"Okay so here we have clear evidence of threatening a life," Minho said.