Day6 || Hunt

Part II

"So, what will it be?" he asks, his gaze falling on you lazily.

For one moment you hesitate. The slight glint of light reflecting off the flash drive has you considering your options. It's so close, you're tempted to make another grab for it and run, but, taking in the stranger's height, his broad shoulders, and the outline of strong arms beneath his leather jacket, you know you probably wouldn't get far.

Resigning yourself to fate, you swallow and nod your head briefly.

"Okay, flip it," you say, your voice quiet but resolute.

Grinning wickedly, the man straightens up in front of you, balancing the coin on his thumb. You watch with breath hitched as he flips it high in the air in one long, smooth arch, before grasping it firmly in his palm. Heart hammering, you crane your neck forward as he opens his fingers slowly to reveal a large, golden "K".

Tails.

You feel your stomach drop and a chill of dread makes you shiver as you close your eyes. You should have known things would turn out this way.

The man chuckles.

"Looks like you're coming with me Princess," he says, his voice satisfied.

Without looking to see if you're following, he turns abruptly and strides away in the direction you came. For a split second you wonder what you've gotten yourself into, but right now you don't seem to have any other options. If this is what you have to do to find Jae, so be it. Gritting your teeth with determination you jog to catch up to him.

The two of you walk in silence. The stranger is keeping up a brisk pace, and after several minutes you're breathing heavy. Glowering at his broad back, you curse his long legs.

Just when you think you really need a break, he stops abruptly. Turning to face you, he grabs your arm and tugs you into a small, abandoned side street.

Hand still encircling your wrist firmly, he steps closer to you and gazes into your eyes.

"The place we're going is no playground," he says seriously.

"When we go in there, you follow my lead, no questions asked. Keep your head down and don't draw attention from anybody."

He's standing so close you can see the streetlight reflected in his eyes. You can feel his breath on your cheek and the warmth of his fingers on your skin. Realizing that he's waiting for an answer, you nod your head slowly.

He lets go of your wrist abruptly, and moves back slightly, taking your outfit in.

"You wearing anything under that sweatshirt," he asks bluntly.

Cheeks coloring slightly, you nod again.

"Yeah, a tank top-"

"Good," he cuts you off. "Take it off."

Feeling self-conscious, you play with the hem of your shirt, not sure you want to comply. It's true you're wearing a shirt underneath, but not one you were planning on wearing publicly. The black, lightweight crop top barely covers your rib cage.

"We don't have all day," he sighs impatiently, stepping closer again.

"Either you can take it off or I can do it for you," he says roughly, placing his hands over yours.

"I'll do it," you choke out hastily, pushing his hands away.

Your cheeks color again as you lift the sweatshirt over your head. His eyes slide over your low cut shirt, naked shoulders, and bare abdomen.