loverboy . | lo • ver • boy |
-human traffickers who usually operate by trying to make young girls or boys fall in love with them.
The bells of the school made you flinch from your daydream, sighing once the teacher dismissed all of you.
"Hey, crackhead."
You heard a slobbish voice behind. Assuming it was one of the bullies, you pretended like you didn't hear.
"Great. She's blind and deaf." A couple of giggles at the back of the classroom made you roll your eyes.
You picked up your bag, eyes widening when it was empty and light-weighted. You glanced at the girls behind you as they shrugged their shoulders.
You hurriedly went to the window and saw all of your things out in the open, 12 feet below you.
"You should pay attention to class more often, loser." A smack at the back of your head made you hissed in pain, assuming that your father threw his soju bottle on that particular area last night.
"Leave her alone."
"Ah yes, the romeo who always saves cinderella." The girls sauntered away, completely disinterested at your friend's presence.
"You alright?" Jisung's low timbre soothed you, but your eyes never casted away from your things on the front entrance where students walk past the textbooks like some kind of rug.
"Yeah, I'm fine." You avoided Jisung's gaze and picked up your bag. You knew he only befriended you because he pitied you. That alone sickened you to the bone.
As you picked your things on the ground, an egg was thrown over your head making you gasp.
"Hey!" You cringed at yourself, knowing too well your voice broke.
"Pretty little kitten roared." The boys scattered around behind you snickered. You touched your hair covered in egg yolk and winced.
"What are you gonna do? Tell your abusive parents?"
"Hey, children." A strong tone obviously wasn't from you and it shushed them.
Your eyes creased, the wound on your head completely bleeding.
From the fresh wound of the bottle, the smack on the head, the egg shells— all of it piled up and led you to a blurry state.
"Act like a man and leave the girl alone before I call the police." The same voice taunted, earning a scoff from the boys.
"Let's just go." They all left and you finally lose it. You fell to the cool ground and the man who helped you earlier asked if you were okay.
You lifted your head, seeing how his face morphed into a blurry picture.
Arms hoisted you up in the air, your nose settling on his neck that scented of expensive perfume.
"Where's your address?"
"No!" You protested, tears gliding down from your eyes at the thought of coming home to your parents.
"I don't want to."
The man sighed, adjusting you in his arms.
"You should eat something or else your body will grow limp."
Why does he care?
Your eyes shot open, sitting up instantly at the foreign setting. It was a bedroom, a pleasant one, but you didn't care. Anywhere was fine with you, except the thought of sharing the same roof with your parents.
Your head hit you like a bat, hands covering your forehead.
"Don't push yourself! Your head is bleeding." The calming voice sang in your ear. You lifted your eyes up and saw the most beautiful sculpture of a person staring right at you.
His skin shone in honey and eyes spoke a thousands of words. He lent you a glass of water in which you downed in one go.
"Woah, slow down." He chuckled, grabbing the glass from you and laying it down the bedside table.
You were unbelievable to be crying right now. You couldn't hold it in, but everything that has accumulated just poured out.
His eyes widened at your action, hands quickly delving inside his pockets. He picked out a handkerchief to wipe your tears as he hummed soothingly.
"Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?"
You shook your head as your breath hitched in every sob.
Something about him made you feel safe and you thanked the heavens for lending you this man's presence.
"It's just— I don't know w-what to do a-and just...everywhere I g-go, it seems-"
"Angel," The nickname sent you into overdrive, looking at his eyes that made you feel all sorts of butterflies.
"Your rambling." He said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
"I get it. You don't need to say more." He stuck both of your foreheads against each other. Your eyes fluttered close as he stared right into your soul.
You opened your eyes and you were met with home. His eyes taught you how much love it held, hands caressing the back of your head.
"Call me Hyuck." He whispered, eyes glancing down on your lips.
Your heart stuttered at his gesture, breathing growing erratic as he held you closer to him.
"My name is (Y/n)." You uttered making him smile.
"I think angel sounds better."
And with that, a sharp needle was insinuated in your arm. You gasped at the contact, blown eyes glancing down at Hyuck's now cold eyes.
He picked out the needle from you after he had draw the drug inside your blood.
"Thank you for donating your body, (y/n)."
Voice was slurry before you blacked out, a tear sliding down your cheek.
"You've hit the jackpot, Haechan."
A crude voice sent you to shiver, eyes leisurely opening. You found yourself enclosed in a run down room, causing your eyes to widen.
The wailing of other girls triggered your ears as your breath held back after registering the men in front of you.
You tried to scream, but it came out as a muffle. A cloth wrapped in between your lips made you tear up. The cries of the other girls in different rooms resonating the empty building.
"I did good right, Taeyong hyung?"
"You did well, Haechan. Drug them up and send them to Hongdae tomorrow morning."
Your teary eyes darted at Hyuck who was nowhere near what you saw last time. His tamed face was now wild and cold like ice.
The door closed and you were alone with the man who you thought was a savior.
His gaze locked with yours making you scream. You pushed your feet backwards, flailing your tied up hands around.
"Stop moving, will you?" He scoffed, picking up the injection from his pocket.
You didn't listen, only growing louder, your voice syncing with the others.
Hyuck crouched down and grazed his sharp, piercing gaze on your face. He cocked a brow and yanked your handkerchief down to your chin.
You gasped for air, tears welling at the side of your eyes.
"Wh-Why are you doing this?" You sobbed, the solitary room reeked with the smell of metallic blood.
Hyuck only stared at your eyes, watching as a tear fell down from you. He held the sides of your face with his bare hands, rendering you to flinch.
A deep, sinister chuckle came from him as he wiped your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.
"Because I'm a loverboy, angel."