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White was the sheets from the soft bed. The pale skin was covered with a thin white fabric. A touch of rose was on the soft lips from the brown-haired boy.

Dark was it outside and the boy laid on the bed and looked through the light room. Colorful light were placed and the warm light from the streets could Jeon see from far away.

A sigh escaped his lips as closed his eyes. He laid on the bed and in some minutes would Park come. There was no escape for the young boy.

Jeon tried to get some sleep but he couldn't sleep. Angst took over his body. Park could do everything with him while he was asleep. Loud noises could the Korean boy hear when he sat up in the bed.

Park was here now.

"Oh look. You're still awake. I told you to sleep Jeon.". Cold was the tone from Park and his body was coated from a white bathrobe.

His neck and a part of his muscular chest was free. "You're such a bad boy. Tsk! You're parents would be very sad." spoke the gang member.

Jeon shook shortly his brown head. "No. My parents are proud of me. You can't tell me how there are thinking about me!" hissed the tattooist and the anger came up in his body.

Park was the first person he really hated so much. He would be happy when their appointment was over.

He didn't want to see him after this again. But Park had different plans.

"That's true Jeon but I can tell you when your parents will be dead when you still playing to be the cool guy." A big grin was placed on the lips from Park as he spoke his words out. Jeon gulped softly and looked away. "Okay. I'll stop."

He didn't tried to speak against Park because he knew that I wouldn't make any sense to do this. The life from his family was on list and Jeon didn't wanted to see any part of his family dead.

-Killed from Park

"Tomorrow you'll be by my side and after all this I want my tattoo finally. I don't really have much time as a good gang member."grinned Park evil and took of the robe. A pair of black boxers covered his lower part and Jeon looked from the muscular body away.

The bed gave a loud sound from it and Jeon felt that Park laid next to him. With a soft gulped, he closed his eyes and tried to blend Park out.

Warm fingers touched his chin and traveled higher. They softly stroke some strands of the brown hair away. "Your skin is so soft and you smell like cherry blossom trees when they bloom in the spring time."