SOFT BUN || markhyuck

20.

The knock on the door forced silence in the house, and everyone that was busy, were now curious as to who managed to visit them at such a bad timing due to weather. It was like an uninvited guest, just like the thoughts that enveloped me whole right before all the silence.

I could hear voices downstairs but never moved from where I sat in the window. Not long after the attic door knocked and opened to my aunt.

'Someone's here for you,' she opened the door widely.

'Would you be so kind to leave us alone,' he didn't wait for the woman's reply and closed the door on her face. I turned my direction back to the window, watching the roads getting muddier by the second.

My fingers tightened on the book in my hands when he finally spoke about the matter he was here for. I didn't want to look at his face, it reminded me of the conversation we had when I went to the market for 'daily work' a few days ago. If only he hadn't caught me pick-pocketing I wouldn't have been in this situation. Apparently I owed him now since he never reported me, and the people I worked with to the villages police.

When I heard shifting of things, I looked back to finding that guy going through my books which I had recently kept safe. 'Did you think about what I told you?' he began. I had a feeling he didn't plan on leaving from here as long as I didn't agree with him.I never gave him  a reply, nor did I had anything to say.

'You better think fast, since you are about to get a visitor soon,' he emphasized on the 'are' while going through a book of poetry. 'What visitor?' I finally put pressure on my vocal cords and formed words from this mouth of mine which never took my side in times of need. In the end, I was still thankful that I managed to reply.

He looked up smiling from the book; closing it shut and pushing it back in its place on the shelf. When he walked to the direction I was in, I forced my legs down and sat straight.

'Katsu,' he whispered as he stood next to me now leaning against the wall, it was as if it was something that could ruin someones day if they heard. What the hell is a Katsu? That was the first thought that came to my mind. 'He's sending somebody to you,'

'I don't get it- who's Katsu?'

'You have to open your ears and listen carefully as to what I'm about to say to you,' I just nodded my head in return. It still get into my head as to what was happening. Who this guy even was? For some reason it felt like he was lying to me. 'Someone is going to visit you in a while, he's going to talk a load of crap about ' marriage' and 'daughter, love' shit, don't believe what he has to say, sure listen.. just don't actually believe.-'

'Why?'

'He works for that guy; Katsu. The person whose going to visit you soon is known as Mr Kim, no one knows his real name. They both kidnap kids, mostly guys especially if they're orphans in that case like you,' it hurt that word defining you 'they sell them, or mostly use them for illegal stuff, or they're cut to pieces and fed to the dogs that guard the walls of the property he stays in,'

'What exactly is the illegal stuff you're referring to?' I couldn't did my head around the fact that I was about to become part of this mentioned illegal stuff.

'Since you're mostly kidnapping kids, which 6 out of 10 are underage and used for sexual activities I'd definitely say its illegal. And the sad part is I know personally one of them, well you'll know him soon enough too, he's a charming kid' the corner of his lips turned up slightly. I felt as if he imagined whoever he was talking about. I got curious.