Fear | K.th [Editing]

Sticky Business [20°]

His large, calloused palm lands on her clavicle, burning finger tips teasingly run up her neck and to the white cloth stained in slobber and blood in her mouth. Her teeth clench down on the material to keep her disheveled mind from slipping. He gently tugs the cloth down to allow her to speak, to give her a sense of him stopping and allowing her some time to gather herself; saliva connects the thick cloth to her bruised bottom lip.

Her hazy gaze meets his somber eyes as heavy pants choke out of her throat, the dryness restricting more access to air. Kim stays quiet as he observes her, waiting, wanting her to say something to make sure she was still with him. 

Her voice comes out frail and weak, mixing in with her appearance. "P-Please, please stop..." She struggles out, feeling lightheaded from the fight.

That doesn't stop Taehyung from his banter though. His plump lips form into an 'o' shape, breathing out a small noise of acknowledgment.

His thick brow lifts up as he taunts her with his alluring smile. He takes a deep breath and places the cloth back into her mouth, signaling that he wasn't going to stop despite her words. With the energy she has left, she makes a pathetic attempt to wail and scream.

He hushes her shaking form as he runs his slender fingers through her hair. "Let me tell you something, princess..." His hands come down to the sides of her face before lifting up her head. "There are bad people out there that like to take what's mine..."

He huffs, his index finger tracing down her cheek to emphasize that she was his, that he was talking about her. "And if there's ever a time where I look away from you for just once...They could take you away from me."

His hand begins to rake through her sweaty hair again, lulling her mind into a state of safety and protection, but his words say otherwise. "Me electrocuting you is nothing compared to what they could possibly do to you."

"I really don't wanna do this..." He continues, no sincerity in his tone. His eyes slowly shift away from hers. A sly smirk slithers onto his lips, her eyes widening. "I'm only preparing you in case something happens, do understand."

And as his hands slipped away from her face, her sanity went along with it.

Evangeline watches as two men lock her in a chair she was forced into. She glances down at one of the men locking her legs in place, then another a few feet away upon noticing his figure emerging from the shadows. She assumes he was the one running this operation based on his demeanor.

His raspy voice echoes in the abandoned building she finds herself in, bouncing off the walls. He steps closer, throwing a small green ball in the air before catching it. She takes note of six large figures scattered around her as she sits in the middle of the room, ready to pounce on her like predators.

A gold chain adorns his neck; shiny rings perched fittingly around his thick fingers. A black leather jacket draped over broad shoulders, tight denim pants hugging his hips and designer shoes wrap his feet. His icy glare hidden behind bangs of dark hair.

His thumbs slide into the front of his jean pockets as he stares down at the woman, as if she meant nothing to him; another low life not worthy of living.

"I didn't expect you to be so tough, your looks fooled me." He says, taking out a cigarette and placing it between his teeth. He turns to the side for one of his men to light the cig.

He juts his head upward as he takes a drag, eyes closing before opening back onto her. He looks over her another time, chuckling dryly.

"I'll let you go when V gives me what he took."