Kwangmin drove the small, dark car down a road which led into the woods. Soon there was a thick line of trees on either side of them. He glanced into the rearview mirror and that was when he noticed a large, black SUV tailing them. "Youngmin," he said, not taking his eyes off the road. "Keep an eye on that car behind us."

Youngmin nodded and looked back at the SUV. "They're getting closer," he told his brother. He noticed something being held out of the side of the car. What's that? he thought. As the car came closer he could make out some of the object's features. Is that a... He gasped when he realised what it was. "They've got a gun!" he exclaimed.

Kwangmin's hands tightened on the steering wheel. He tried to remain calm and strong for his brother who was now panicking. "Keep your head down," he told him.

Gunshots were fired as the car grew closer.

Kwangmin stepped on the accelerator but the SUV was quicker. It bumped into them from behind before driving alongside them.

Youngmin looked over at Kwangmin. "We're going to die aren't we?" he asked, his tone was quiet and full of fear.

Kwangmin shook his head. "No, we're not," he said firmly.

The SUV crashed into their side in a bid to drive them off the road.

It worked. The small car containing the twins was pushed off the road and was heading straight towards a tree.

"Brace yourself," Kwangmin yelled to his brother.

In the next few seconds, the car slammed into the trunk of a large tree. Glass shattered everywhere and smoke blew out from the hood of the car.

Kwangmin groaned and sat up slowly. There was a sharp pain in the side of his head and he could feel warm liquid dripping down the side of his face. He instinctively reached out a hand and touched it. When he drew his hand back he grimaced at the sight of his blood stained fingers. He felt his brother stir and turned to him.

Youngmin sat up carefully, there was glass scattered everywhere. His lower lip was bleeding as well as his hands and he also had a couple of cuts on his face. He whimpered when he saw the blood, paling slightly. He paled even more when he saw Kwangmin's face. "You're bleeding," he said, looking quite worried.

"So are you," Kwangmin told him. "You're more hurt than me." He was immediately alert when he heard a man shout, "Over here!" He unfastened his seatbelt quickly, "Let's try and make a run for it." He opened the car door and got out.

Youngmin did the same and got out of the car. His feet made contact with the ground and he stood shakily. He looked up and came face to face with the barrel of a gun. He gulped and stared at the man behind it.

Kwangmin turned and saw the situation his brother was in. His heart constricted in worry and fear. His mind started racing, trying to think of ideas to save himself and Youngmin.

The man with the gun had dark hair and his body was heavily muscled. There was also a large, hideous scar on his left cheek. "Caught you," he said, sneering down at Youngmin. His voice was deep and husky and he had a strange accent.

Kwangmin stared down at the ground, his eyes landed on a decent sized, jagged rock. He tactfully picked it up without the man noticing. He didn't waste any time and threw the rock, aiming for the man's wrist.

Luckily, he'd aimed right and rock hit the man just above the wrist. The gun was knocked out of his hand and it fell to the floor.

Kwangmin let out a sigh of relief. At least now the beefy giant didn't have a weapon.

The man didn't show any sign of pain even though there was blood flowing from the freshly made cut on his wrist. He walked over to where Kwangmin was standing. He raised a large fist and punched the boy in the face.

"Kwangmin!" Youngmin cried out. He was about to step forward to try and save his brother when he felt a firm hand grip his right shoulder. Something was pressed against his back, something hard and cold. He knew instantly it was a gun so he didn't attempt to struggle.

Kwangmin was on his knees due to the blow he'd recieved. His nose was bleeding, the blood dripped down his lips to his chin. He stood quickly and his hope of escape was crushed immediately when he saw the second guy.

It was bad enough trying to escape from one huge, apish man but now there was two.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, a third man emerged from the trees. His hair which reached his shoulders was pure white and his eyes were just as icy as his hair. He appeared to be in his early to mid 30's. Although he wasn't as built as the other two men, he seemed to draw more fear from the twins. "Now, now, boys," he said as he walked over. "Don't damage the goods so soon. I think Boss'll probably want them in one piece."

The man with the scar rolled his eyes, "Come off it Baekho. You know you don't give a damn about what Boss thinks. After all, you are the White Tiger."

Kwangmin's interest sparked after hearing what the man said. He'd hear the name 'White Tiger' before. White Tiger, he thought. I've heard that before...but where? He remembered an article he'd once read online. It had been about an assassin; the infamous White Tiger.

Before he could stop himself, the words flowed from his mouth, "You're the White Tiger?"

Baekho glanced over at him. He looked the boy up and down before asking with a smirk, "You've heard of me?"

Kwangmin scoffed, "Only because I happened to pass by an article about you by accident."

Baekho's eyes narrowed slightly, "Did you just scoff at me?" He then added with disbelief, "Do you not know how feared and notorious I am? Or are you just stupid enough to not care and disrespect me?"

"Now do you see why I hit him?" JE, the man with the scar asked. "The cocky little tried to attack me because I had a gun pointed at his brother."

Baekho stared at him for a moment, "I see." He turned to Youngmin with interest. He walked over and ran a hand through the young boy's blonde hair. "You're really pretty...pretty enough to be a girl."

Yougmin looked a little creeped out but he didn't say anything.

Baekho tilted Youngmin's head up slightly and leaned in close, "Maybe I should have a little fun with you before handing you over to my boss..." He pulled back and watched the boy with icy eyes, a look of desire on his face.

Youngmin's blood ran cold and he paled.

Baekho smirked at the blonde's obvious fear. He looked over at the man who was holding the boy in one place. "Zed, keep a look out. Just in case their daddy's sent someone."

Zed nodded and let go of Youngmin before walking to the middle of the clearing.

Baekho turned his attention back to Youngmin who had taken a step back. "Come on," he sneered and took a step towards him. "I just want to play.

"Get the hell away from him!" Kwangmin yelled and tried to free himself from the grip of JE.

Baekho didn't pay him any attention. He was focused on the pretty boy in front of him.

Youngmin took a few more steps back, his heart racing with fear.

Baekho quickly closed the gap between them and grabbed him by the arm.

Youngmin tried pulling away which only caused the older man's grip to tighten.

The young boy was pushed down to the ground roughly. He sat up but was immediately pinned down by Baekho. He squirmed beneath the white haired man, trying to escape.

Baekho smirked, "You can't escape from me, my pretty, little flower. I'm going to have some fun with you." He the terrified boy's cheek. "Whether you like it or not."

"Please don't do this," Youngmin begged him. However, his desperate plea fell on deaf ears. His eyes filled with tears as he realised what was going to happen to him.

The older male grinned when he saw the young boy's tears. "That's such a beautiful expression, it makes me want to hurt you even more." He ran a hand underneath Youngmin's pajama top and rubbed his s. "Do you like it when I touch you here?" he whispered in his ear.

Youngmin whimpered, "Of course not...I hate it."

Baekho ignored his answer and moved a hand to his crotch. "I'm guessing you've never been touched like this before, have you? You've never had anything in your ?" Judging from Youngmin's blushing face, he knew he had his answer. "Great," he grinned. "I love ."

"If I was you, I'd let him go," came a male voice from somewhere.

Baekho glanced up quickly and looked around. He knew it wasn't his men or the twins who had spoken. "And just who is 'I'?" he asked, not seeming scared or worried at all.

The SUV's are like the ones from Criminal Minds. ^_^