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Ten wore a big red hoodie, his hands barley coming out of the sleeves as he hummed along to his music, Magazine by Suicideboys. All his ear piercings were in and his hair was neatly brushed, just coming home from college.
The small and innocent Thai boy was clueless as of what goes on in the inner Seoul, dirty drug deals and gangs littering the street. Yet he was clueless, still he was afraid. He was so clueless it made him terrified. The dimly lit streets made him want to cry, god did he miss Thailand.
He felt like he was being watched, he could feel his skin start to crawl and a pattern of goose bumps slowly start to engulf his skin.
Ten wished badly he took the subway, but he had no clue on how to read the Korean writing. Slowly he watched a news paper toss by, his eyes never leaving it as he neared an alley. Ten came here to pursue the life of an art student, his book bag was full of art supplies and small snacks he kept for the day.
Yet it was supposed to feel light weight, each step made it feel heavier as he wanted to cry.
The boy's first mistake was going down that alley, silently he tried to walk by two men who's eyes burned into him. They were dirty looking, un combed hair with several tattoos and several facial piercings. One had a tattoo between his eyes, the other had disgusting blonde hair that seems it had never been washed. Yet Ten didn't want to judge, he himself had several ear piercings. He didn't mean to look, the disgusting eyes and grungy teeth looked back at him as lewd comments were spewed.
"Where you headed, slut?"
"You like what you see, pretty boy?"
"Look at that little ass."
"Pretty mouth, want to take a detour?"
Ten felt like crying, violently shaking his head as he sunk deeper into his big hoodie.
"N-No thank you." He smiled politely, pausing his music to make sure he could hear if they tried to come near him. Ten was small, yes of course he hated his height and he hated how the men suddenly stood.
"I said n-" the one with a tattoo between his eyes grabbed Ten's small, soft face in one hand. His thumb was pressed into his cheek and his hand clutched his jaw as the four other finger pressed into his opposite cheek, tears starting to spill already.
"Did I ask for your permission?" His stomach sank, the other man's hand ripping away Ten's book bag as cried out.
"Yah! Please! Please don't!" His voice wasn't that deep, rather cute and pretty but now broken and scared. He saw something behind the man holding his jaw, yet to no avail it was only rat.
Ten felt the man holding his jaw start to feel his way down Ten's petite chest, slowly letting his nails dig into his skin as the younger kicked.
"boy, shut up or I'll fuck you dead"
Death? The panick has surely risen as a hand was shoved down his pants, jaw shut by a strong hand and arms pinned behind his back. The dark night was by far when the dirtiest come to play, Ten only was caught in a game. Life no longer a card.
The man behind him roughly grabbed his cock, whispering dirty things to the Thai who was in full fledged tears. Ten was too small, kicking but only getting hit back and falling to the ground.
The blonde hair started to undo his belt as Ten tried to squirm, a foot slamming down on his chest. All the air was sucked out of him, his back arching as he tried to breathe in.
The other one screamed, but the blonde started to lower himself onto Ten and pull off his pants.
Ten was turned and slammed face first into the ground, his ass not yet exposed as he tried to struggle from the grip.
"Who are you, b-"
There was a horrid sound, choking as the man ontop of him quickly got up. Ten squirmed but blondie slammed his foot onto Ten's back, making him once again hit his face.
There was noises, a loud thud and finally loud yelling from the man who finally pulled away his foot. Ten scurried to his knees, fixing himself as he heard stabbing noises. A body fell and his eyes widened, blood and guts hanging out of the blonde as Ten screamed and backed into the wall.
That day he would never forget, the bleach white hair.
The eyes stared into him, full of nothing as his own eyes wandered his body. A large knife dripping with blood was held in the right, the white hair boy had a smudge of it on his cheek. He wore all black attire except for a silver chain around his neck, his head cocking at Ten with a sick idea. Suddenly the younger felt the world closing in, the other man raising the knife with a blank face and coming near him.
Ten screamed again, backing into the wall as he felt his chest collapse.
