No furtherado.  Let's get it!

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"You must be kidding, right? Don't you have a model image to protect? What time did you get home?"

"Argg, Why are you screaming?" Taehyung asked, holding his head and wrapping himself in duvets. It's always like that, whenever the model doesn't pick up his phone, he shows up.

"I'm not screaming, Taehyung. How many times have I told you? You're underage, fuck! You can't come and go whenever you want drunk as hell because of some jackass party!"

"Well, It was sure a jackass" The boy chuckled, staring at the man, who was in his late forties. The detective wore his long-neck shirt under an open suit showing his golden badge and a pistol on his waist, against Taehyung, who couldn't handle dressing in pajamas before dropping his sore body on the mattress with his tight leather pants and a top that showed all his collar bones.

"I don't care who the hell was there. You have been out the whole week, coming back home at ungodly hours. It's illegal! I could arrest you!" Mr. Jeon came into the room feeling his insides burning.

Taehyung put his hands together and stood his arms up, as if testing Mr. Jeon.

"Aren't you arresting me?" He notice the police's serious countenance "No drama. Don't worry, I wasn't alone, Seunghyun-hyung was with me. And It's not like I can't deal with some drinks, I know my responsibilities." Taehyung burst out, lying. He could barely remember how he got home. A taxi, and stomping through his living room? He probably didn't lock the door as the detective was in without knocking and as far as he knows, the older doesn't have a spare key. "Moreover, I'm almost twenty. I don't need you to tell me what to do," Taehyung groaned.

Mr. Jeon frowned. "Of course I do. Get your hungovered ass up and shower, you have an appointment today,"

He groaned for the hundredth time that morning. There was only one thing that Taehyung hated more than spicy food: therapy and anything that felt like it. "I'm not coming! That woman is a bitch, and I'm not crazy to need a psychiatrist"

"Not this discussion again!" Mr.Jeon rubbed his forehead and poked his cheek with his tongue. "You accepted it last week and there is no way back." The detective sighed and rubbed his eyes, tired of the same discussion almost every week "I'll be downstairs. Be fast, I'll drop you there." he left a frustrated Taehyung behind.

The model groaned walking towards the shower. He felt the water on his slender and tall body, massaging some of the features that allowed him to work in the model industry. He was well paid due to easily getting in front of a camera, and Vogue immediately chose him to represent their brand in their teenage collection. He'd been working for the past 2 years. He smiled remembering Jinwoo-sh's reaction when he was picked by a big company on his first try. Mr. Jeon hugged him with watery eyes and made him promise he would take care of his health. The man's caring always made the model feel the way he never felt after his mother's passed away... cared. 

Yet it didn't mean the detective could order him around... Kim Taehyung was a free bird, and nobody would jail him again. He would make sure of that.

He dressed in his comfy sweatpants and a large t-shirt in a last attempt not to go to the appointment.

He walked into his bedroom with a soft smile. It was one of his recent achievements. He saved most of his money while living in a rented short flat to be able to buy his own home. He could say he felt happy back at the small flat, but having his own place was his best gift to himself. He could come and go whenever he wanted to, no one would bother him. Except, of course, when the detective would come out of nowhere.

Mr. Jeon was drinking from a mug. From the smell, he guessed it was coffee. Taehyung walked past the detective, dropping his aching body on a chair at his countertop while playing with an apple in his hands.

"I really don't wanna go, Jinwoo-sh." He said, frowning his eyebrows. He hated anything that smelled like a hospital. "I'm not crazy. I don't need a psychiatrist, or psychologist, or therapy, or those freaking medicines! I can sleep now, and I can understand the difference between a fucking nightmare and my reality... I don't think it's necessary anymore."

"Taehyung, you know it's not because you're crazy. It's important to talk to someone about your damn issues. We all need it."

"I do talk~~" He whined with some hope in his eyes looking at Mr. Jeon. "I'm talking right now. I talk a lot with Seung hyung or Baek In-ha Noona everyday at my job. They hear me perfectly, we-"

"Don't come with that one again." Said the detective sternly "You agreed two years ago when you got this job, you would go at least once a month to your therapy. You've already changed to a psychologist-"

"Don't bring that up, my worst mistake ever," Of course, he hated the idea of going to therapy, especially in a group one. But in the first sentence he told his psychologist, "I can't see the line of being awake or dreaming sometimes", he had said, and the professional sent him straight to a psychiatrist. Now he had to deal with that old lady that smelled like cigarettes and drinks. She probably had more mental problems than him. He laid his head on the balcony, smashing his cheekbones on the cold granite surface, uneasy and frustrated about the imminent future.

Mr. Jeon sighed and walked towards the boy. He put his hands on Taehyung's soft hair to massage his scalp. He knew the boy always needed some time after waking up, then he would be easier to convince - at least with Mr.Jeon. "Tae, can you do that for me? I'd sleep better if I knew you're going there and being properly taken care of."

Unfair. Mr. Jeon knew Tae's weakness. He almost purred at the feeling in his head. He sighed and nodded with a slight pout on his lips.

"Go change. I'll be right here. Dry your hair as well. I don't want you to get sick." Mr. Jeon softly smiled and Taehyung knew he couldn't ditch this time.

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His head was resting on the window while watching Mr. Jeon driving his nice car. He remembered some years ago being put in the backseat of the old police vehicle. The boy was caught running away from a failed robbery that almost took his life away, or dignity, whatever both felt the same for him as he has experienced a bit of each and all.

Officer Jeon Jinwoo had actually saved him, and he obviously couldn't regret any of his choices at that night, even being shameful, because all his steps led him straight to Jeon Jinwoo-sh. And he would never regret that.

6 years ago

A thirteen-year-old boy was hiding in an alley right behind the trash can. He knew the man would get out of the store at any moment. How?

He'd been stealing some food from the stores around. After carefully watching the routine activities of the place, he would come up with a plan to enter and leave the precinct unnoticeably. The fact that he had a good memory made everything easier until that night.

He thought the store seemed the easiest. The attendant left every night to get some coffee from the bakery right in front of it.

Although his mind was screaming 'Do not go, for God's sake', his body was in need of food. It'd been two weeks that he'd been wandering along the streets after running away from that stupid cave, leaving behind his mother... No.. 'it was a corpse'. He convinced himself of that.

The snacks he had in his bag were over long ago. He couldn't go back to school and face people. The fact that anyone in his city could be his enemy scared him to death. Of course, he could talk to his teacher, who was a nice man, but he wouldn't be a burden. So, for the last few days, he came along the streets crossing district barriers, watching the activities at stores to grab and hide something under his ripped jacket. Never the same spot though.

He wasn't proud to steal as his mother would hate him, but if he'd died right after her by starving, she would surely kill him again. So he survived, 'I had to.'

"Yes, there he goes" he whispered

The skinny boy watched the bald man crossing the street and supporting his elbow on the counter of the in-front store, flirting. The boy seized the moment and sneaked around entering the store, fast grabbing a drink and a snack running out the store and hiding behind the trash can again.

Yep, he should have just run away as fast as possible, but his legs were giving up so 'why not eat here? That bald man was so into the girl, he wouldn't come back that fast, would he? Yes, he would.

Taehyung wasn't thinking straight while starving. He eagerly opened the bottle an-

"AHHH" He screamed when he felt his body being lifted up from my the acute pain in his scalp! But what made him feel even sadder was the image of the soda dripping down the pavement.

"I caught you little rat!" The man from the store was holding him. "Did you really think I wouldn't see you? I was hoping you would give me the money, but I don't think it's happening by the way you look" He eyed each piece of Taehyung's dirty clothes, or that's what it seemed like.

Taehyung was jerking his arms around and trying to spank the man, "LET GO OF ME!" when his nails got deep in the man's arm he felt the grip loose a bit, but before he could react again "Aaah!" Taehyung's hoarse voice echoed through the alley. The man had thrown him on the ground, holding his face against the hard surface and his arm behind his back. Whenever he tried to move, he would feel a breaking pain."YAHH!! LEAVE ME ALONE! GET OFF ME!"

"You won't get away with this, you piece of shit," The man grabbed his phone and was typing when Taehyung interrupted him

"Wait-wait! Please, don't! They will find me! I - I can do anything. I was just hungry, I-I can clean to pay, and I pro-Promise I swear- I swear I won't do that again! Please!" The man analyzed the boy from behind, his eyes running through the boy's face.

"If you try to run away I swear you will die today, runt"

"O..Okay. I won't try anything" Taehyung was praying to work cause if it didn't, he would say bye to the world. Slowly, the man got out of Taehyung's back and watched the skinny boy trying to stand up.

"How old are you? Why aren't you at home?" The bald man asked, still watching the boy struggling to come to his feet.

"Sixteen. I don't want to be at home." 'the less he knew the better it was'

The man chuckled. "Of course, you are." He grabbed Taehyung by his neck, helped him to stand up, and dragged him into the store while the kid was tripping on his own shoes.

"After you clean here, the office, and the bathroom come to me. I'll think of what to give you. Everything you need to clean up is in the bathroom,"

Taehyung smiled at the man and bowed, murmuring an excited "thank you". He went to the back of the store to clean up. He felt the eyes of the man on his back 'Why is this freak staring at me? Damnt, it doesn't look good'.

Anyway, as soon as he finished the cleaning, his stomach was groaning loudly, and his face was flushed due to the tiredness and probably the weakness of being without food for such a long time.

"I cleaned up everything you asked." The starving boy said, nibbling his bottom lip. The man stood up and closed the store. "Follow me," he said, going into a room Tae had just cleaned up, the office.

It was a simple office table with an old computer on, some books on shelves, and an old sofa that seemed to work as a home for some insects. Nonetheless, the boy had to fight to not just lay down and sleep on it while he was cleaning the space. The sofa seemed much better than the alleys he had been sleeping in, using some cardboard as a mattress and his bag as a pillow.

"You seem a little hurt. Do you need any treatment?" The bald man stopped and stared at the boy from his feet to his head. Taehyung had a couple of bruises on his knees, visible through his ripped jeans from falling on his first night running, or skipping some walls. His arm was hurting and his face had some slight scratches due to the recent events. He had a few cuts, nothing to worry about in his conception.

Taehyung shook his head and smiled sadly. "Just food, I just need some food, please." He could feel his legs begging for some rest.

The man handed him some cookies and milk. Taehyung ate up as though there was no tomorrow. When Taehyung finished eating, he smiled at the man, "Thank you so much, and I'm sorry for doing what I did". He stood up from the sofa and bowed. "I'll be leaving for now. Thank you for your kin-"

"Come here, boy," The man demanded, and Taehyung's mind knew something bad was about to start. He was familiar with that aura of a demanding man. The younger's safe guts would scream and say 'get the hell out of there'. However, his mother taught him that you can't just bite the hand that feeds you. Hence the brunette was standing in front of the man, nibbling his bottom lip as a signal of mind working,

'How the hell will I get out of here if he tries something? He is stronger, taller... heavier... slower? Maybe... That's it. I'll take the risk and suppose he is slower"

The bald man touched Tae's hand and the boy could feel his guts flipping upside down in fear. "Where are you going after here? Do you have a place?" Taehyung widened his eyes, and the man didn't need to wait for an answer "That's what I thought" despite his smile, the boy didn't like to feel the circles the chubby thumb was doing on his hands.

'Why is he touching me? I don't remember him asking permission... This is my body.''

"Y'know... I'm alone like you, and maybe you can stay. I'll sure find some... services you can do"

There was a slight psycho feeling coming from that man. The word "service" was enlaced with a feeling Taehyung had seen over the faces of the men that were "protecting" him and his mother. Taehyung wished he had never entered that store, he wasn't stupid enough to not notice it. He felt the man's grip holding him tighter, he knew he wouldn't be able to run, except if...

"W-what services?" Taehyung asked, trying to earn some time while thinking about how to get the hell out of there.

'Running, the door? It's a glassdoor... It breaks,'

The man smirked, standing up and lifting Taehyung's chin "What can you do for me?" he whispered in the boy's ear

'Disgusting' he thought while a shiver ran through him 'How lucky I am, all these stores and I had to bump into a perv'.

The man sat on the chair still holding Tae's skinny wrist. He widely spread his legs and touched his belt adjusting it.

Taehyung gulped thickly "Well" he gave a bitter grin, "I said earlier anything you want but- I need a shower before, I'm not in my best shape, y'know" He faked a smile.

"Well, after seeing what you're capable of, I can give you a warming bed, and as many showers as you want to." There was a sick smile on the man's face.

'This freak, you got the wrong boy, bald man.'Taehyung smiled and no one would say it was a fake one.

He slowly retracted his hand and winked at the perv. He had no idea of what he was doing, but that freak movie he watched when he was younger while his mother was out, was never so useful. Taehyung turned around and his eyes fell on the radio he'd seen while cleaning. He went to the shelf and turned it on looking for the right song. The song was calm and sexy 'perfect'.

"C-Close your eyes- daddy," He said, still staring at the radio. The man groaned, closed his eyes, and waited to receive his craved touch. He smirked... but it took too long to come, and he opened his eyes to see only an empty spot

"YOU RAT!" The perv screamed. Taehyung was glad to be right. The man was slow and it gave him time. He took his bag, throwing it on his back. He grabbed the chair and threw it through the store glass door that shattered immediately. He passed through feeling a sting pain on his arm, and ran like his life depended on it.

well, once again, it did.

Less than ten minutes running at full speed turning alleys and streets his breath was getting stuck in his throat and his head was spinning. Why was he feeling so dizzy? His legs were like jelly and couldn't stand him up. He crawled to a wall, sweating. Cold shivers up and down his spine.

Through the last thread of consciousness he had, he could see some blue and red flashing lights, not really able to understand why and how he was thrown on the backseat of a car.

"I found him." that low pitch voice said "Man, it's just a kid". It was no one other than the police officer Jeon Jinwoo.

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