In the hands of a devil

3

He'd take off his apron and slowly place his puffy jacket on, shutting off the café lights as took his first step outside into the darkness. The cold air stung his nose as he fumbled with the key his small hand shaking to lock the café doors.

As Yoongi began his walk home he felt it again.

The eyes.

Everywhere Yoongi went he could feel eyes on him.

Though they were never visible he could feel the shadows staring deeply into his soul. He could feel the eyes watching each steady movement his body took.

He could feel the hands gripping onto his throat, pulling him back into the darkness of alleyways

Yoongi could feel it all though also feel nothing at the same time.

He'd feel invisible at times, unnoticed and forgotten in the crowd. Though Yoongi could only dream about that being reality. As hard as he tried to distance himself from his family his past kept chasing after him. After the sun set in Seoul, the people in the streets knew him as the weak Min.

It was something about the darkness that made Yoongi paranoid.  He feared what lurked in the shadows of Seoul, as any reasonable person should.  It was the dusk that held all the dangers of Seoul, the sunset would bring out the worst of everybody. It would hold his haunting memories and broken past. Each cruel word his father spat at him, it held each bruise and wound his father gave him. The darkness would hold each drop of blood that fell from his broken body. It held each tear that fell from his pained exhausted eyes onto his bruised cheeks. Even the wind was beginning to sound like his fathers dark chuckles.

Yoongi retracted himself from his own cruel thoughts as a cold wind blew through him. He'd focus his attention on zipping his jacket as the crosswalks flash of light would blind him.

"Fuck, why don't you make it brighter." Yoongi would mumble to himself.

He'd begin walking towards the other side of the road paying no attention to his surroundings.

The strong headlights of a car followed by the screeching of its tires from swerving around the fragile boy would snap him back into reality.

Yoongi stood there.

Completely frozen in the middle of the road, his breathes jagged and confused, his face flushed pale from the sudden shock of the situation.

A man much taller than Yoongi stepped out the car, his blond hair pressed against his sleek black sunglasses, his strong demeanor matching his dark suit. His jaw clenching as he examined Yoongi up and down staring coldly into his eyes before exclaiming.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing kid?"

Yoongi cowered and gently bowed tears already forming in his eyes.

"I- I apologize sir." He'd stutter out.

"You apologize? Is your apology going to fix my goddamn car?"

Yoongi felt baffled, the car wasn't even damaged. This man just wanted a fight, it wasn't hard to realize as only people like him would have enough balls to drive around Seoul at this time in the night.

The man would slowly step away from his car, slamming the door as he'd begin lurking towards Yoongi.

"If you can't fix my car theirs definitely a way a pretty boy like you could repay me." He'd smirk.

Yoongi felt disgusted, he could smell the alcohol still fresh on the man's breath as he physically gagged at his words.

The man's arrogant dimpled grin was quickly replaced with anger as his face drooped down to a frown, returning to his previous dark demeanor his eyes darkening as they met Yoongi' s.

"You think you're funny, don't you pretty boy?" the man would spit as he'd slowly walk closer to Yoongi attempting to close the gap between them.

"I don't try to be funny." Yoongi would mutter avoiding the man's strong gaze as he'd cautiously take steps back.