I Don't Need To Be Saved

You heard it.

Someone was getting cornered. There must be thugs trying to take advantage of an innocent woman.

This back alley behind the office district is always empty this late in the evening, which is why the lowlifes who don’t want witnesses use it.

You slowed your pace.

Another sound. Sobs. A muttered curse.

You were supposed to be on your way to the convenience store down the block. Not to get in their way and bring yourself more trouble.

“I guess the instant noodles can wait,” you sighed.

You heard a voice. Soft, shaky.

“Please… stop…”

Sounds like a woman. Hehehe 😏😏😏

“Is it my time to shine?” 😙

You followed the sound around the corner into a very narrow corridor between buildings. There’s a slight hint of sweat and dust in the air.

And there she was. Yoon Seeun. A woman you’d seen a few times around the neighborhood. She always dressed in an office attires. It looked like she’d just come from a long day at the office.

Her fists are clenched at her sides and her body is stiff as she is pushed against the concrete wall. She was surrounded by four male thugs. They’re all larger than her.

One of them, tall and skinny with bleached hair, had one hand on the wall right by her head. He leaned in close with a disgusting smirk.

“Come on, babygirl. You pretend to act all innocent in your slutty office outfit. You think you’re too good for us? I bet you wanted four of us to gangbang you. Isn’t that right?”

Another one shoved her shoulder roughly. Her head knocked back against the cold concrete.

“Stop pretending,” he laughed. “We’re just trying to be friendly with you.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as if she was waiting for another hit.

You dropped your backpack to the floor.

“HEY! LET HER GO, YOU FUCKIN IDIOT!!!” You shouted.

You looked straight at them, then at Seeun. Her eyes flickered to you, wide and shocked. She looked relieved to see you.

“Excuse me?” One of them laughed, stepping forward. He is broader than the others, the type who loves to do some heavy workouts. “Who the hell are you?”

“My name is Kim Taehyung,” you answered. “Got a fucking problem with that?”

He snorted. “Boy, does it look like I could care? I couldn't even care less. Mind your fucking business and leave.”

You're confused.

“What the fuck? Isn't that a line from H2H song?”

You took a couple of steps closer, closing the distance. “This is my fucking business. Last warning. Stay away from her.”

They exchanged looks. The one with bleached hair shakes his head and chuckles. “Warning? What are you? A superman? HAHAHAHAHA!”

You sighed. You had really hoped to make it to the convenience store.

The bigger guy shoved your shoulder. Hard. “Just leave, fucker.”

Your hand moved before your brain finished swearing. You grabbed his wrist, twisted, and yanked him past you. His balance went out from under him. In the same motion, your elbow drove back into his ribs. You heard the breath punched out of him in a raw grunt as you let go and he stumbled forward into the wall.

“Motherfucker!” another guy roars, charging you. He swung wide. You ducked, then came up inside his guard. Your fist sank into his stomach. All the air in his lungs rushed out as he doubled over. You brought your knee up into his face. He dropped like a dead weight.

Two down. Two more to go.

“Get him!” Bleach-hair howled, rushing you with the last guy.

You moved on instinct. The last guy grabbed your collar and tried to slam you into the wall. You jerked sideways, smashing your forearm into the side of his neck. He gagged, grip loosening, just long enough for you to hook your foot behind his ankle and sweep him. He hits the ground hard.

Bleach-hair came in wild. You caught his wrist, drove your other fist into his jaw. His head snapped to the side. You grabbed the front of his shirt, pivoted, and threw him into the stack of plastic crates against the wall. They exploded in a clatter as he crashed down.

Silence dropped over the alley.

Three of them were on the ground groaning and cursing. One was still on his knees swallowing bile.

You breathed out through your nose, steadying yourself. Then you remembered why you’re here.

You turned and found Seeun. She has not moved from the wall. Her hands were still clenched, shoulders trembling. Her eyes fixed on you, wide and glossy, lips parted.

You walked over, brushing dust off your palms on the side of your jeans. “Hey. Are you okay?”

She startled. “I… I am… I…” she stammered, voice soft and shaky. You noticed her lower lip has a faint red line where she must have bitten it too hard.

No obvious injuries beyond a red mark on her arm and the bruise you know is going to appear on the back of her head.

Your jaw tightened. “Did they hit you anywhere else? Did they touch you?”

Her cheeks flushed a high, frantic pink. “No. I mean… they shoved me, but they did not… they did not do anything else yet.”

You sighed. “Fuhh….Thank God, you're okay.”

She looked at the crumpled bodies on the floor, then back at you as if she cannot quite understand how the situation flipped so fast. “You… you’re strong…You fought all of them by yourself…”

You shrugged it off, even though your knuckles are starting to throb. “They’re idiots who don’t know how to throw a punch but talk big. You shouldn’t be walking alone in this area this late. It’s a bad spot. Most thugs gather here.”

“I… I didn’t think anyone would be here,” she whispered, gaze dropping to the floor.

“Well, of course you wouldn’t. Long day at work, right?” You exhaled and dragged a hand through your hair. You could still hear the weak groans behind you. “Listen, Seeun. I have to go. But if they bother you again, call the cops or someone. Or…” You paused, feeling strangely exposed. “You can come find me. I’m usually at the café on the corner most evenings, or the gym two blocks over.”

Her lips twitched like she wanted to smile but was still too shaken. “Okay,” she said quietly. “Thank you… so much, Taehyung-ssi.”

You shook your head. “Just Taehyung is fine.”

You picked up your backpack and slung it over your shoulder. “You should head home now and try to avoid this alley for a while. Too bad that I can’t assist you. This is all I can help for now.”

She nodded obediently. You took a few steps toward the exit, then glanced back one last time. She’s still watching you, eyes tracking your every move.

“Take care, Seeun,” you said. Then you turned the corner and left the alley behind.

The sounds faded with your footsteps.

Seeun didn’t move for several seconds. She stood there, back still to the wall, letting the silence settle. Letting her breathing slow. The trembling in her shoulders stopped. Her fingers uncurled one by one. Her expression emptied.

Her frightened eyes sharpened into something calm and unreadable. All the tension went away from her posture. It was replaced by a relaxed and easy attitude. The office lady mode was turned off. The scared part was gone.

Bleach-hair stirred, trying to push himself up on one elbow. “Fuck… that bastard… I’m gonna fucking kill him…”

His words dissolved into a wheeze when a heel pressed lightly on his chest, pinning him back down. He blinked up.

Seeun stood over him now, head tilted slightly, her hair falling like a dark curtain around her face. Her earlier panic was nowhere to be found. Her eyes were flat and cold.

“You talked too much, bitch,” she says softly. Her voice is different now. There’s a lazy confidence in it, something that says she is used to controlling the situation.

She took her foot off his chest, stepped back, and pulled her phone out of her blazer pocket. Her fingers moved quickly over the screen.

She lifted the phone to her ear. It rang once. Twice.

“Yeah?” a low female voice answers, casual and dangerous.

“Unnie,” Seeun said, back to soft-spoken, but this time it sounds like silk over a blade. “Back alley behind the office buildings. A few trash bags need to be taken out.”

There was a faint chuckle. “How many?”

“Four,” Seeun replied, glancing around at the bodies. One was trying to crawl away, so she casually nudged his side with the toe of her shoe, sending him sprawling. “They tried to rape me.”

Silence. Then the tone on the other end turns icy. “…Got it. Five minutes. No, 30 seconds.”

“Bring a car. And our usual toys. I want them ruined.”

The boys froze completely at that.

She ended the call without waiting for a reply. She stood there, phone still in her hand, looking down at them with a thoughtful expression.

“Hehehe…” she murmured. “Trying to rape me in a place like this, huh?

Her eyes moved to where you had stood. You had looked at her with concern. You had even bled for her without knowing anything about her. A small smile played on her lips.

“Kim Taehyung…” she said your name slowly, tasting it. One of the boys whimpered.

“Hehehe…. What a good boy to save me…I will never forget you.”

There was a softness in her voice, but it was not kindness. It was hunger. Possessive and curious and a little amused.

She slipped her phone back into her pocket and fixed her hair with a practiced flip, transforming herself once more into the harmless, timid office worker everyone thought she was.

But her eyes stayed different. Dark. Focused on the empty space where you vanished around the corner.

“You didn't have to do that. You shouldn’t have saved me,” she murmured.

“I don’t need to be saved.”

Her gaze sharpened, a faint blush touching her cheeks. It was not embarrassment. It was something much more dangerous.

“But now that you stepped in… I’m gonna make you mine.”

She said it softly, like a promise, or a sentence. “You just don’t know it yet, Taehyung.”

The sound of approaching footsteps echoed faintly at the far end of the alley. More than one pair. Calm. Unhurried.

Seeun looked toward the sound, expression smooth, then down once more at the boys. Her fingers flexed at her sides.

“Try to be useful bitch. Well, I mean, at least,” she said quietly, voice stripped of any pretense of sweetness.

The footsteps got louder and louder. Then they emerged from the shadows. Five women from her gang, dressed in black, eyes gleaming with the same vicious hunger. One of them casually swung a thick, black strap-on dildo in her hand like a weapon. A massive, veined silicone cock, easily ten inches long and brutally thick, the fat head already glistening.

Another one held a bottle of lube, smirking. The rest of them carried their own dildo, ready to ruin the boys.

Seeun’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk as she looked down at the boys.

“You thought you were going to rape me? Hold me down and stuff your worthless tiny cocks into my tight pussy like you owned it?”

She crouched slightly, eyes burning with cruel delight.

“Nonono… You don't deserve that. You messed with the wrong girl. Now, your tight little virgin asses are going to get destroyed instead. Deep. Rough. Merciless. Until you’re sobbing, drooling, and leaking cum like broken, pathetic bitches in heat.”

Her voice dropped even lower, laced with raw, sadistic lust.

“I hope you’re ready to get your holes fucked open by our cocks. We’re going to ram every inch of these fat strapons balls-deep into your shitholes, pounding your prostates until you’re screaming and shooting useless loads all over the dirty ground without even touching your pathetic little pricks. Beg. Cry. Moan like desperate whores while we stretch you wide and breed your guts. Nobody can save you now, boys. HAHAHAHAHA!!!”

The gang closed in with hungry grins. The metallic clicks of harness buckles filled the alley, followed by the obscene, wet sounds of lube being slathered thickly over the massive silicone shafts. They were stroking them slowly, deliberately, making them shine and drip.

One of the women laughed darkly as she pressed the blunt head of her enormous cock against the first thug’s clenched asshole, teasing the tight ring while he whimpered and tried to crawl away.

Seeun straightened, brushing her hands together as if the matter was already settled. Her lips curved in a satisfied smirk.

“Kim Taehyung,” she repeated in a near whisper, her voice thick with dark hunger. “I’m coming to find you. I’ll make sure you will only have me. No other girls will ever touch you. You’re my property now. You’re mine.”

The alley light flickered again as the shadows split and the dark figures stepped fully into view, the first wet, brutal thrusts already beginning to echo alongside the thugs’ broken cries.

And you were already walking away down the street, with no idea that by saving a frightened office worker in a quiet alley, you had just become a target.

Her target.