SOFT BUN || markhyuck

19.

I had never felt pain like this before. I mean sure aunt would hit me, also the fact that I often had fights with the kids in the neighbourhood that I lived in; we never got along or I always felt like they never liked me from the start. The left side of my face became numb the first few seconds when I stumbled on the ground hard. The weird sign pitch in my left ear didn't help the situation either. I felt dizzy. It was suppose to be just a slap but for some reason it ached more 'cause I wasn't expecting it I guess.

'Get up-' he muttered '-now!'

His voice was stern and loud all of a sudden. I couldn't understand what this was about, the wound? I got up from the floor turning back to the man as he slapped me too hard that I fell backwards. I could feel the area start to burn as he spoke.

'I never got to ask, what was your reason for coming here?'

I gulped. I could feel my stomach drop. Does he know? Did Kim say something to him already or not? 'cause if he did and I say something else he'll definitely kill me best here and now. In the end, who would care for a petty orphan of a servant.

My face moved to the floor by my feet. I realized I wasn't wearing my shoes. I parted my lips that got dry when the question was asked. I bit my lower lip and gulped again, the lump in my throat made it seem like I would end up crying at any second, well to me at least no one else was here to notice that and him, I doubt that it would even have an affect on him like at all.

He cleared his throat trying to get my attention but I never looked up. I knew what was in front of me.

'He brought me here,'

'Who?' I don't know what he was expecting to get out of this conversation. He never waited for my reply either.

'Hm... interesting man-' What did he mean by that? He stepped towards me one at a time as he spoke his nonsense further. But as he continued he had all my attention by now. I was surprised that it happened in the first place. '- do you know who he is?'

'Mr Kim?'

'Is there someone else then?'

'No,' that no took more effort to pass through my throat then it should have. He laughed. Fuck, I hated him.

'Do you, then?'

'I don't understand what you're asking,' I did but I didn't wanted to spill more information then asked so I pretended to be dumb. That smile on his face disappeared.

'What he does; his work line? Do you know what he does?'

'Of course--' I spoke with confidence in my voice for once '-- he's a conman,'

'And is that all?'

And it went away as soon as it came. 'There's more?' I was honestly very surprised. He moved his face closer to mine, leaning to my ear to whisper something.

'He sells children,' It was a lot to process. The whole plan.. was it fake? Did he actually planned to sell him? For money? He looked fine in accordance to wealth. It didn't made much sense though. Or was it this guy, who was just trying to get into my head. Even if he does what he does, how did he know? 'I don't know if you are pretending to be dumb about everything and anything or maybe you just are but just to let you know; you must've have met Jaemin I believe?'

I moved back from him.

'Where do you think all these kids came from? Human trafficing, kid. He sells them or sometimes just their organs if the rest is not in good condition. The meat in the food you eat here, what do you think it is?' He fucking laughed like a maniac.

I covered my mouth as I felt like vomiting. I shuddered and ran. I did not wanted to hear another word coming out of that things mouth.

I did not knew where I was going. Turning to the first corner I bumped into someone. The kid fell on the ground.

'Minhyung!' it was the brat. Fuck not now. I had sweat on my forehead by now. I tried my best not to meet his eyes. He got up and took out a paper from his shorts pocket. It was a folded paper which he took much longer to unfolded then it needed. I got irritated.

'Just fucking open it already!' He flinched and looked at me with a hint of fear and surprise in his eyes. I'm sorry...

I snatched it out of his hands and forced it open, ripping a good part of it from the side on doing so.

'It's Minhyung... and.. this is Haechan with Mr Bunny on a walk! Let's go on a walk Minhyung!' He grabbed my hand and pulled me but I never moved.

Fuck.

I wanted to scream and shout. Just someone please get me the hell out of here.

I tried to pull my hand back but he held on to it, so when I forced it away he slammed in the wall beside and slid down. The paper fell down where he stood before. When I moved to walk away he hugged my right leg. Please... please... he muttered more to himself. I need to leave before it gets worse.

I pushed him away and walked forward. I could still feel him trying to grab a hold of the material of the pant I was wearing. He screamed and cried loud. Slamming the palm of his hand on the wooden floor. I moved faster to my room. He got me in the hall way from the back trying his best to stop me. His face buried to my back. When it didn't work either he came running in front of me. By now I was a few feet away from my door. He cried loud trying his best to get my attention. I didn't look at him, I couldn't. He started hitting me with punches with no strength in them on my chest.

I forced him aside and ran to my door, opening it. Took out my suitcase that I brought I started putting clothes back into it. He grabbed my arm, hugging it tight. I stopped moving. Leaning to the front he grabbed the nicely folded pair of clothes  and threw it out. I put it in again folding the whole thing yet he did the same again.

'I have too..' my voice was barely audible.

'Haechan hates it!' he whined. 'Haechan hates it so much,' he took a second to breathe after every few words. He got up picking the empty suitcase and moved out the door with the intention of hiding it I believed.

I'll admit I didn't know why I did what I did but still it felt right at the moment. A part  of me, just a little bit also regretted it but I had to focus on what was in front of me right now.

I grabbed his right upper arm and the door handle with the other slamming it shut, grabbing both his hands and pressed him to the wall. His hand held tight over his head on both sides and my thigh between his legs, my lips between his. I was fucking drunk on this kid.

I didn't let him breathe. Sliding my hands all the way down to his hips and picked him up. Spreading his legs to hold around my waist. My one hand slipped  inside his short from the back and slid it off  slowly. The other unzipped my own pants.

We were both going to ruin each others lives.

I wanted to make the most out of it.

I forced myself in him but he never stopped him. Clinging my body to him as if my life depended upon him. I turned us around to where I slept and got on my knees laying us down, and moved my hips instantly. Guiding my hands in his and holding them tight I fastened my moves.

I wanted him to know what it meant to be with me if he wanted me to stay with so much eagerness.