○Pretty Boy○

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Jimin worked at the local cafe. He tries his best to be friendly to everyone that walked in but not everyone was the same. He ran a hand through his black hair. He had had to redye it to get this stupid job anyway. He was the last one to leave so he shut off all of the lights and locked the main door.

x-flashback-x

Jin was typically walking around a dark alley as he saw some rather extravagant looking person. He smirked softly as he made his way to the person. He was always very sly and used his innocent-looking face to fool people. "Excuse me sir.. are you lost?" He said with a rather blank face. "I'd be happy to help you out" he said smiling softly, more smirk like.

"Oh yeah.. could you help me find xxx-xxx street?" The rich man asked looking at Jin. He slightly gasped when Jin wasn't at his original place. The man felt something on his neck, he looked down to notice a knife. "I'll let you live if you don't make a sound" he said smirking, it obviously being a lie.

x-Flashback ends-x

After Jin wiped the foreign liquid off his hands. He noticed a rather small guy looking his way. "Ah.. you're in for a mess shortie.." he whispered quickly making his way to the short guy, putting his arm over him, choking him from the back, holding on tight to his neck.

Jimin had been walking how since his car had been sent in for maintenance.  His paranoia always got the best of him when it can to the alleyways . He would glance down them only thing different about this one though is that there were two men well a dead man now. He covered his mouth and before he knew it the stranger was up next to him. Jimin choked and tugged at his arms and hand trying to do anything to get out of his grip. He could feel his head start to grow heavy and he passed out his body falling limp.

"shhhhh" he whispered into his ear and his finger lingered on his lips. "Don't you wanna stay alive pretty boy?" He mumbled in a deep, serious tone. He had to admit, the boy in front of him had a rather pretty face. Maybe he'd keep him for a while? Maybe recommend him to his human trafficking friend?

He heard police sirens. Maybe just casual on-looking. It had increased since the time he got into this business. He clicked his tongue and grabbed the boy, putting him over his shoulder as he gave his bum a lil pat. "Don't speak or you'll face consequences. Get it?" He smirked softly, putting the pretty boy in his mini van, typing his up and putting tape over his mouth, squeezing his cheeks and pulling him up and putting a blindfold over his eyes "You'll be a nice toy to play with.." he said smirking darkly and locking the door as he went outside. He drove back to his hideout.

Jimin rolled around the floor of the van. He hit his head against the side of the van. His eye started to wake up. Hearing the sirens he called out and screamed through the tape. Tears rolled down his soft face as he was tossed around.

He struggled and felt his hands start to hurt. He cried out again this time in pain. He panted feeling something run down his palms and he scooted over to the grate and looked up at the rearview mirror. He sobbed and sniffed softly when he leaned against the grate.