hostage || jaeyong

one,

Taeyong had never been the type to fear anything for too long. It was either that way or his way.

It was how he had been taught to think from an early age.

His brother was in charge now, and that meant more responsibilities for the 21-year-old who was supposed to find a way in life, outside the lulling security of his family.

They were not just punks.

They were The MonstX.

A name many feared. A name Taeyong and his brother took pride in.

But Taeyong knew he could not stay, no matter how much he wanted to. The last thing he needed was to let anyone know about his... peculiarity.

He snorted, mostly in self-deprecation.

He was a strange one alright. He had never been like the others.

This was a little something he only knew.

When his brother and the others talked about some girl's boobs and ass, he could only think of strong arms pinning him down, sinewy legs forcing his own wide open and—he shook his head.

Now it wasn't a good time to play with the fantasies in his mind.

He feared what the others would think.

Hell, he could picture them yelling at him, "Fag!" and most probably many other names that he did not want to conjure in his mind at the moment.

And the yelling would not be the worst thing.

Probably he was going to get a real beating on top of everything else.

So, since it could not be his way, it had to be that way, which meant he had to go away and find something to do on his own, without his brother's protection.

He had to think of a reason, though.

He could not flee, just like that.

His brother would not understand. He was bound to say something, at least.

Kicking a rock with his foot, he watched it roll on the humid sidewalk, glowing faintly in the dim street lights.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A mutt straying too far away from home?" he heard a mocking voice, and he froze for a moment.

"What? Ain't anyone allowed to take a piss on no man's land now?"

He shrugged, watching the owner of that voice coming out of the dark.

If it was just one guy, it wasn't going to be a problem. Even two or three. After that, he didn't really know.

He felt his stomach clenching as five guys all dressed in white jumpsuits appeared in his line of sight.

Maybe he could throw a punch and run away.

He was known to be a good sprinter.

"No longer no man's land."

Oe of them spoke, with an ugly smile on his face.

"It's ours."

"Alright," he raised his hands in defeat. There was no point in playing the hero. "Sorry, didn't get the memo," he joked.

"The what?" another asked, earning a slap upside the head from the one who seemed to be their leader.

"Nothing, stupid mutt here thinks he owns the place and he's smart about it, too."