His Buried Past| Taekook

Chapter 19

The tall man steps from the loud club into the dark street, the noise fading away as the door shuts. Lighting a cigarette, his eyes catch on a slender figure stumbling over his feet a little ahead of him. At first, he thinks the person is a girl, but as he stops to lean against a lamppost, he tilts his face up. He has silver, tousled hair, full pink lips, and long lashes around wide eyes. He's wearing a pink t-shirt that's too big, falling off one shoulder and showcasing his collarbones. His honey-toned skin is glistening, his body swaying slightly. The taller man grins, feeling himself getting hard already as he watches the obviously drunk boy. 'Damn, he's fvcking pretty,' he thinks to himself. Approaching the boy, he clears his throat, "You alright baby?"

Wide, chocolate eyes blink at him, "Ohhh, hi Mister," his voice is surprisingly deep as he slurs, "I'm all good."

The taller smirks, "Why don't I help you get home gorgeous?"

The smaller giggles, looking like he's going to fall over any minute. "Aww, you're really nice!"

The man restrains a laugh as he pulls the smaller boy along, wrapping an arm around his slim waist. The boy hums to himself as he weaves, leaning against the taller. As they move further and further from any witnesses, the man looks furtively around, making sure no one is around to see them. Seeing no one, he drags the stumbling smaller boy into a dark alley, pulling him behind a dumpster to hide them further from the street. The boy slurs, "Yah, what are we back here for?"

The man shoves him roughly against a the brick wall, using his hips to pin the slender boy against the wall, his arms forming a cage. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to trust strangers?" He begins pressing wet kisses against the skin of the boy's fragile throat, his jeans tight on his erection as the taller begins grinding against him.

The boy weakly struggles, a whine slipping from his petal lips,"Stop it! I don't want to!"

The man laughs, running one hand down to rub harshly against the boy's crotch. "Did I ask? I don't give a sh!t what you want. You're gonna help me out with my problem, whether you want it or not."

"I don't think so Mister." This time, the boy's voice is clear, no sign of his previous slurring. The man frowns and lifts his head to see the younger now looks totally sober, a grin forming on his lips. Something about the look in the boy's eyes causes chills to race up his spine. This wasn't the same vulnerable boy he'd been facing a minute ago.

Before he can process the change, he feels a blinding pain in his side, and the boy's hand slaps over his mouth, muffling the cry before it can escape. They're now flipped, shock filling the taller because despite looking slender, the boy is amazingly strong. Leaning in, the silver haired boy whispers, "Ah-ah-ah, can't have you making too much noise and having our fun be interrupted, can we?"

The taller groans, realizing that the pain shooting through him was coming from the dagger the boy has buried in his side. More muffled shouts slip from him as he feels the boy twist the blade, making him feel like he's going to throw up. The boy tilts his head, his eyes wide and innocent looking, "What's wrong? Didn't you want to play?" He then grins as he leans in and whispers against his victim's ear, "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to trust strangers?" Hearing his own words echoed back at him, the man feels his insides knot in fear, sweat beading on his forehead.

V shakes his head, still smiling, "Looks like you don't get to be the predator tonight. I'm looking forward to playing with you though. I really needed something fun to take my mind off stuff."

With that, the man feels something heavy slam into his skull, and darkness swamps his vision, the boy's manic smile the last thing he sees before he slips into unconsciousness.