You were on your way from the convenience store to home until..

"Ahh!"

You let out a high-pitched yelp out loud as you were dragged into a black van at 10pm in the dim night, the stars light illuminating the man's deep black eyes just very slightly, yet you couldn't make out who it was since your eyes were being covered half-way by his large hand. As the mysterious man with an intoxicating scent enveloped you in his muscular arms, he tied a black silk rope over your eyes tightly with shaky hands as he grunted and splattered tape over your mouth. You began to lose consciousness and felt your eyelids heavy. Your lashes fluttered for a second before you fell into a slumber. The man stared blankly at your unconscious form before muttering under his black mask with a muffled low tone. His breathing was ragged, and it fanned your cheeks that escaped from under his mask,

"... Little kid. I'm taking you with me now. And i'm not letting you go so easily."

The man, his name is Lee Minho, the leader of a successful leading mafia gang in Hongdae, Korea. A handsome young man, cold natured, quiet, mysterious, but carries an extraordinary aura. He has a soft spot deep inside him for younger people. Very empathetic yet keeps his nonchalant facade. Lately, he's been feeling very lonely and exhausted. Feeling the need he needed someone by his side, and his side only, specifically someone younger. He had no choice and decided to make a risky option...

Despite his deep tone, his voice carried a hint of pity? A deep, long sigh escaping from his lips. He had just witnessed your terrible condition. Bruises, scars, and marks throughout your arms, neck, legs, and a small scar right on your nose. Thoughts and concern and began to flood over his mind. His heart softened, feeling a bit guilty for what he's done. What could have happened to the young kid? The way they flinched and gasped when he had abruptly pulled them in the vehicle. It was unusual to the man, and he thought, 'What the fuck... This kid's going through shit.' But he shrugged it off as if it was nothing and placed the younger down on the floor of the van, his gesture appearing gentle than he had imagined. He scoffed, trying to shake off the thought as he stood up, calling out to his men hurriedly,

"Start the car. We're taking this one tonight."

His men, Jae-woo, Kyung-min, Min-seo, and Hu-min nodded in unison as Hu-min started the engine of the van, beginning to drive smoothly. The noise of the impact noise the only thing they can hear while silence filled the air, other than the sound of the 4 breathing. Meanwhile in the back, the man... couldn't quite take his eyes off the vulnerable one in front of him, unconscious and breathing steadily. They looked so calm... yet disturbed as their eyebrows furrowed every once in a while. They made a small hum of discomfort and the man, deliberately was a bit uneasy. However, he cleared his throat, his cold facade returning as he attempted to compose himself. Why is he being worried about a young kid? A kid he kidnapped?

The next morning, your body felt sore and your head throbbed painfully. You sat up, waking up in an strange, empty room and looked around, tears filling your eyes as they spilled over. Minho, in the other room, heard the quiet sobs since he had sharp ears. He hurried into the room to see you awake, sobbing in your bruised arms. You looked so small and sensitive. He took a step forward, his motion steady and calm and he put his big, veiny hand on your head. His movement surprisingly.. gentle as he ruffled your hair. You looked up immediately, your eyes filled with shock and unfamiliarity with him and his presence.

"Don't freak out. I wont hurt you.."