Kpop One Shots

BAP: Daehyun

호랑이 /Horangi/ tiger

For hours I waited. The longer my brother was gone the more pessimistic I became. At one point I was sure that there was no hope. I was sure that he was dead. I was surprised and relived when the door swung open.

Standing in the entrance was my brother. His arms held by the awful goon's who had taken him from his bed in the first place. They released his arms and let him collapse onto the floor. Without any second thought they left.

I pushed the door shut then helped my brother up. Both eyes were swollen to the point I wasn't sure that they could open any longer. Blood was everywhere. It was fresh on his split lip and various cuts around his cheek and eye. Even more of the deep red substance was dried and caked on the back of his head where they had knocked him unconscious the day before.

As soon as I got him bandaged and in bed with an ice pack I knew what I had to do.

I stormed out not caring that the cold night air nipped at my bare arms. My street. My block. My entire neighborhood was quiet in fear of the recent events. They feared and they went desperately to collect what spare money they could find.

I walked quickly and uncaring about the long miles ahead of me. I needed to get to that place. The place I'd heard so many rumors of.

The streets of the city were bustling with people. The strong aroma of street food tempted my starving and worry twisted stomach. But once my mind was set not even the weight of hunger could deter me from my mission.

Finally the location of the local gossip came into view. A drug store with green neon lights and the fabled caricature style statue of a boy wielding a sword far too big for him. The eyes were sealed shut and the mouth was agape in delight. The tip of the sword was pinned against an old American wanted poster. I took these details I verifying what I'd been told.

I walked in at the ordinary looking drug store. No one would ever suspect what lies beyond it.

I found the back of a boy in an apron. He was currently loading spicy instant noodles onto one of the many metal shelves. I tapped his shoulder to gain his attention and he turned quickly. As a result of his movement his fluffy brown hair fell into his eyes. He fixed it then his blue apron before speaking to me.

"How may I help you?" He asked with a smile.

At the moment I felt almost too nervous to ask. I stared at his name tag which had the name Taehyung boldly printed on it. It was certainly a handsome name and his smile was sweet. Maybe I had gotten the wrong place?

"I," struggling to find my voice I bit my lip then looked up into his eyes, "I'm here to see Jung."

"Ah.." he paused looking at me with the same innocent smile on his face, "There are many Jung in Korea. Is there anyone specifically?"

"Don't play with me. I've heard the rumors. I need to see him!"

He looked behind me. His eyes squinted as he scanned the room. The bell of the door chimed signaling another customer. He smiled again tilting his head, "Of course I'll show you to the restroom."

I was confused but I let him guide me to the back. He opened the door to the restroom and signaled me inside. I stood unsure of what he was doing. He reopened the door that was too heavy to just remain open. He took my hand and gently pulled me inside. There he opened up another door that seemed just like a closet full of cleaning supplies. Before I knew it I was being led into the closet and down a short staircase. It was quite a surprise.

"He's behind those doors. Good luck." He said before disappearing the way we'd come.

The doors were a heavy wood stained burgundy. Thin intricate designs lined the frame of the door. I latched on to the dark colored handles and pushed open the door.