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Got this new idea for a GTOP fanfic a few days ago, quickly scribbled it down and well here it is!
Inspired by ”Fantastic Baby”
King TOP – Leader of the regim, the bluehaired man with the piercing eyes and deep voice that makes ladies swoon.
Above- Close-Up on TOP, in front of the Capitol.
Below- King TOP.
Commander GD – G-Dragon got hurt in battle and was taken to the Regim’s castle. Noone knows his real name or his reason for starting the revolution four years ago. The leader of the rebels but officially only a commander.
Above- GD when hurt from the battle, as he looks in the story. Looks like this when prisoner.
Below- GD as leader for the rebels, or as ”Commander GD” for those who doesn’t know who he really is.
Daesung is TOP’s personal assistant. Blonde and always wears a blue suit.
Taeyang is a (sexy) bodyguard of TOP and sometimes others when needed. He can also fight on the feild.
Seungri is responsible for economy and money. Kind of a whore though
”You’re a different specie to me”
”Just because I’m a rebel? Would it be different if I was one of your regim puppets?”
”First, before you’re sent back to the dungeons, I would like to speak to you about other things”
”And why is that?”
”You’re a rebel. You’re like a different specie to me”
I don’t own any of the gifs or pictures used in my posts. (Except for my selcas)
New fanfic yayy!
Will post more of YASBTM later on keke just being lazy right now 😛
Basic info about G H O S T
[Shall be updated (maybe xD) later]
Type of fandom: SHINee/Shawol
Pairing: JongKey [Key/Kim Kibum x Kim Jonghyun]
Rating: Idk… PG-13 for a guess~
Chapter count: This far, one, working on pt 2
Summary/Plot: Key is a ghost, and has been so for 80 years. He doesn’t remember his human name, now he’s only called that – Key. All ghost’s has got purposes, but Key just can’t seem to figure out (or find) his purpose. Until he one day sees this one peculiar human, who immediately catches his eyes. This human, called Jonghyun (but that’s yet unknown to Key) is lonely, on the edge to depressed, and he had no family or friends whatsoever. As Key discovers this, he wants to help the young man. There’s only one problem – Jonghyun doesn’t know Key exists.
Man it’s been a while since I blogged… Sorry for that guys. Been busy with mariamorbidia (fyi kpop blog and everyday-blog)
But I’m here again, this time with a new JONGKEY in store for ya’! Gosh, I swear they’re just to awesome to NOT write about XD
And before I ramble away and post the NEW FANFIC (insert victory dance here) I’ll give you the links to some importante places!
Hope to see you there!
Bye my lovelies xoxo
I sighed and puffed my cheeks as I sat on the swing, or at least tried to. It wouldn’t move as I tried to swing it – of course. A soft breeze messed up my hair as I thought about my past.
I didn’t really remember how it happened. Maybe it was a car accident? Or one of those bloody deaths, where the victim screams and the murderer stabs and stabs and laughs? Or just a peaceful passing, a beautiful quiet one – you know, dying while sleeping.
What did it matter really. I didn’t really think much of my previous life. It was over so there was no need to dwell on it. Right?
The creepy thing is that I was still there. Alive in some sort of form. I never really believed in ghosts, so it really was a surprise for me when I realized I actually was one myself. With see-through body, ice-blue lips and eyes and hair that looked like it was frosty with small, pretty, sparkling diamonds attached in it. The same hair color as the one I had in my living life though – golden blonde.
I admit, as a ghost you looked good, but it was extremely boring. Nothing to do, just floating around and watch when the living people went through their lives, eating, drinking, talking, feeling, and just living. Until they also died of course. Not everyone became ghosts though, no, there were just a few – the ones who had ‘unfinished business’ or something they had to do in the world of the living. Or at least Jinki told me so.
I didn’t have unfinished business, no, I was selected for some reason to stay in the world of the living and watch over the humans. Not so unlike an angel, but not exactly like one either. Angels – or more precisely, Guardian Angels – were chosen to watch over humans, but they were assigned one special human to watch until the said human dies, one that has special problems or are going to suffer. When the person dies, or no longer need his or hers angel, the angel in question is assigned another human. And so on.
Ghosts were different, as already said. They just wander around the humans, watch them, and report to the angels if they see something or notice something. They’re some sort of spies, I guess you could say. It’s like in the army, or anything. When you’ve served your time and filled your purpose you get to leave the earth and either become an angel or die fully.
I’d already been a ghost for about eighty years. I didn’t really have much to do, which means I was just hanging around being lazy while watching random people live and die.
I think I was about twenty years old when I died, but I really don’t remember that well. All my memories that I had left of my living life were all blurry and vague, but that wasn’t that strange after all – I mean, it had almost been one hundred years ago that I was born! I didn’t even remember my human name. Now I was only known as Key.
I sighed once more and gracefully stood up, the swing remaining as still as ever. I walked out of the small playground, me feet ‘floating’ about one inch above the ground as I did. I headed for the centrum of the city, walk-floating as fast as I could as I didn’t have much more to do. As I checked the watch on my wrist I discovered that the time was already 8PM, which meant there should be many people heading home from work right now. I smiled a bit to myself – watching people were actually one of my favorite hobbies, as well as my work. I loved watching the different faces of each and every person, imaging the life behind those eyes, or that smile, or those delicate pink-flushed cheeks.
I stopped in the middle of traffic, sometimes having a car going through me, but that was okay, it didn’t hurt, it was more like fun to watch the drivers’ reaction to the sensation.
Some ignored it. Some furrowed their brows and shuffled in their seat before returning to normal. Some shivered a bit. Some slowed down to look around. And yeah, countless of more reactions.
There, in the middle of everything, I had a pretty nice view over all the people passing by. I saw all of their faces – also something good about being a ghost; your eyesight improved. I smiled as I made up stories for all of the people who were busy being wrapped up in their own bubble of life.
The woman with the long braid, medium-dark skin and black coat, she’s heading home from her highly official work which she’s considering to quit because of her boyfriend, an amateur artist who wants to go to Paris to get inspiration. It’s their one year anniversary today, thus she’s got that small smile tugging her lips as she walks, and her eyes are shining with love for her boyfriend.
The family over there, with the man holding a map, they are tourists from Europe. It’s their first time in Korea, and the oldest daughter – the one with short blonde hair and purple shades – is the only one who knows a bit of Korean. She helps them around and asks for directions.
Right now they’re trying to find somewhere to eat dinner where all of them including the six year old boy can eat. They’ve been looking for an hour now, and everyone are getting impatient and grumpy. In about a quarter they’re going to give up and go back to the hotel.
And over there, workers are going out of the door to the company. They’re heading for buses and undergrounds and cars and trains to go home to their familie-
I interrupted myself in my thoughts as one of the workers caught my attention. He looked young, too young to be a business man, but still he had a look of mature on his face. His lips were curved in a smile as he said goodbye to his coworkers, but his eyes seemed dead. As soon as he turned away from the others, the smile disappeared and his face turned into a completely emotionless mask. Without thinking, I left my position in the middle of the road to follow the man. Something about him made me want to figure out more about him, it kind of… pulled me to him.
What was it about this man?
Was he the one I was supposed to find?
Was he… my purpose?
“Yah hyung! Wake up! Wakie wakie!”
Someone was poking my arm, hard. I groaned and shut my eyes tighter, clutching on to whatever was in my arms – I figured that it was my banana plushie. The person poked me again.
I finally opened my eyes and blinked a few times quickly in succession. I was met by the pitch darkness of the inside of our car. It was late at night, but the constant shining lights of Seoul made it almost as bright outside as at day.
I looked at my left, and saw the face of the maknae. Oh. I guess it was him who had been waking me up. And I then looked at what I had thought was my plushie.
The leader was pressed at me, just as before, but now with the difference that he was even closer, fully awake and with my arms around him. But he smiled. I, though, felt really embarrassed. Why hadn’t he waked me up when I started to hug him like this?
I immediately let him go, and stammered an excuse. He laughed.
“It’s nothing hyung, it was quite comfy… But I didn’t knew you were such a hugger” Jiyong smiled at me. I felt even more embarrassed.
“S-stop teasing me, Jiyong-ah! I didn’t mean too!”
“Oh come on, I was just joking Tabi”
I kept mumbling mumble my breath, not realizing that I pouted slightly, and crossed my arms. Jiyong burst out into childish giggle.
“Aigoo, you’re so cute hyung” I stopped pouting directly and looked at the laughing younger boy.
“Yes, yes it was!” Jiyong started to poke my cheeks, smiling widely. I saw Taeyang’s and Daesung’s laughing quietly in the background, while Seungri was just smirking oddly. I didn’t think more of this though.
“Don’t do that, Ji” I whined and half-heartily tried to pull away. The leader just continued, before Daesung finally spoke up.
“Nice you two are so cute and so but we need to get out of the car now… I need to sleep, hyungs” He said with a sigh and a small smile. I blushed the slightest bit, grabbed the door handle and stumbled out from the car. My legs were half asleep due to sitting in the same position for many hours. Taeyang luckily caught me by the arm before I fell, holding me upright. My body was stiff, and I was really tired even though I apparently had slept for about two hours. Whoa, only two hours? It felt like a lot more…
We went into our dorm and allowed ourselves to relax in the couches for a moment. The time was about midnight, but none really wanted to be the first one going to sleep again. But, the tiredness took over and the whole band went to their respective rooms to sleep.
I opened the door to my room as quietly as I could, and changed into my pajamas. Snuggling to my pillow, I yawned and drifted off to sleep once more.
“Good morning…” I stretched, yawning, and smiled to the other members of Bigbang already sitting around the kitchen table.
It was a beautiful day – the sun was shining, no clouds to be seen, and the lovely sound of chirping birds everywhere. Someone had opened up the window to the balcony, to let in some air, and the usual sound of cars was already to be heard – not that I actually minded.
I had been slightly woken up by the sunshine in my eyes, and then definitely when I hit the cold floor as I rolled out from my bed. Accidentally of course. The, the scent of pancakes had reached my nose and I had gotten up to follow the tempting odor.
I sat down on the chair closest to me, and reached out for the plate of pancakes that stood around three decimeters away from me. Daesung handed them to me – not that it was necessary but I guess he was in a good mood just as me – and smiled brightly.
“I made the pancakes hyung, I hope you’ll like them” He said cheerily, and I smiled back as I took a bite of the syrup-drenched American pancakes. They tasted heavenly.
“It’s great, Daesung-ah” I managed to say before taking another, bigger, bite of the pancake. Daesung seemed to possibly get even happier.
“Really, you think so? Thank you Seunghyun-hyung!” Smiling his trademark smile, Daesung started to chat a bit with Taeyang who was sitting next to him, and already had eaten his first portion, starting on his second one.
The blonde leader turned to me – he had been so quiet I hadn’t quite noticed him yet, as he was sitting close to the wall half hidden by an open door.
“So, hyung, slept well?” Jiyong asked, stabbing his pancake.
I answered with a smile. “Yes, how about you?”
“Fine I guess… I woke up around three after having an awesome dream, and I had like inspiration to the greatest song ever!” He smiled and chewed on his pancake, swallowed, then took another bite. I took two more as I had eaten up the two first ones, and put on a lot of syrup now as well. Seungri stood up from the table and went out to his room to dress, but Taeyang and Daesung were still at the table.
I smiled at the leader.
“Really? How does it sound? And is it a solo for you or a song for the whole band?”
Jiyong looked down on his food, and mumbled the answer.
“I thought of it as another GD and TOP song really… If you don’t mind of course!” He looked up at me with worried eyes, and I looked back with a huge grin on my face.
“That’s awesome, Ji! I hoped we would do another song but I didn’t know if you wanted to…” Saying this, I patted his shoulder gently, and he smiled back obviously a bit relived.
“Okay, well, I left your parts of the song for you to write but I have a few suggestions and ideas that I hope you’ll like…”
“Sure, sure… Can you show me the song?”
Jiyong bounced up from his seat grinning, earning a few looks from Daesung and Taeyang but they dropped it soon.
“Of course! It’s in my room, come here!” Ji took my hand and dragged me toward his room, still smiling. I did too. It was very nice to hold his hand like this again, being all normal around each other.
We reached his part of the dorm, and I sat down on the messy bed. Jiyong went over to his desk and picked up his lyrics notebook, handing it to me. I flipped through the pages with finished and unfinished songs, some familiar, some not, until I reached the newest one.
The handwriting was a bit messy – he had obviously been tired writing it – but the words were still fully readable. I looked up at my best friend, questioning.
“What is it about?”
“Oh, uhm… It’s about… Love… Loving someone who you don’t know loving you back… Is it too cheesy?” Ji seemed nervous, looking away. “And it’s also about confusion and such… I dunno if you like it though…”
I smiled reassuring at him. “I bet it’s awesome” Then I started reading it.
It was indeed about love and confusion, but there was also a feeling of passion and anger in it, as well as sadness. Yeah, it might have sounded cheesy, but the small pieces of angst, sorrow and anger made the song perfect. It just fit together like a puzzle. I was once more amazed over Jiyong’s song writing skills, and looked up at him. He still looked nervous over my reaction.
“I was right” I just stated simply. “It’s awesome”
Jiyong lightened up in a wide smile. “You think so?”
I chuckled lightly. “Yeah, I do… It’s really good, Ji” I patted the bed, showing him to sit down beside me. And so he did.
“Only some things… Here for an example…”
I started to point some things out, only small things, like synonyms to words and such. He just nodded and agreed, and edited some things by himself too.
“And… I thought your part would be a little bit like this maybe” Ji said and started humming and scribbled some words down, then showed it to me. I hummed and agreed to that too, and then wrote the rest. Jiyong smiled.
We continued like this for a while, until we realized that we were still in our pajamas and the clock was around noon. I got up from the bed.
“I’ll just go change and then we can continue”
“Wait! It’s a beautiful day… Can’t we go out shopping or something, hyung?” Jiyong smiled at me. I stopped at the doorway, turning around to look at blonde boy.
Smiling a bit, I answered. “Sure, why not? Can we go shop some Bearbricks then?”
Ji chuckled. “Of course we can, Hyunnie”
So after a short while, we were both dressed and ready. Jiyong wore a pair of skinny, white jeans, a loose yellow t-shirt with colorful patterns on it, and black boots. I wore some normal blue jeans, not to skinny, nor to big, a black shirt and a jacket over that, which was in a slightly darker blue then the jeans. We told Taeyang, Daesung and the maknae where we were going and then went off.
Though we both wore sunglasses and hats we sent nervous glances around us as we walked down the street. It was crowded as always, but we the chance to be recognized still existed. And actually, Jiyong kind of… Stood out a bit in his clothing, so if a fangirl – or a fanboy – saw us, they’d recognize us.
After a while, we reached our first destination – a fashion store. Jiyong dragged me inside and started to look for clothes.
Then, after another two hours, we went out from the shop carrying shopping bags. We walked for a while until we reached the Bearbricks shop. I hurried inside and started looking at the cute toys.
“Aigoo, Jiyong-ah! This one is so cute, right?”
Jiyong chuckled. “Sure hyung…”
“I’ll buy it! And this! And that one over there!”
“Fine, but you’ll have you carry the bags by yourself”
We paid – or well, I paid – for the toys, and then we continued our walk. On our way toward the river we bought some ice-cream, and as we sat down on a bench by the banks of the river we took turns feeding each other with small bites – making my heart flutter of course. No one had recognized us so far, and Ji got risky – he took off his glasses.
“You shouldn’t do that, Ji…” I said as he put them away. He just smiled.
“But I want to be able to see the world today” was his simple answer. We got to be alone for a few minutes, before we saw a girl obviously knowing who we were. She stood five or six meters away from us, covering her hand with her mouth, then she seemed to calm herself down and shyly went over to us.
“C-can I get your autographs, please?” She almost whispered, clearly nervous but very happy. I smiled at her and signed the piece of paper she gave to me, writing a kind of cheesy message for her too. Jiyong smiled more widely before also signing. The girl bowed and then rushed off blushing. I turned to the blonde boy beside me.
“Shouldn’t we head back now?”
He looked back at me, still smiling. “Okay… I’m pretty tired anyway”
We stood up and started walking to our apartment. Ji put his glasses back on but it was too late – more and more fans started to follow us, taking pictures with their phones and dialing their friends.
We went into our house after waving to the fans.
As we stood taking off our shoes in the hallway of our dorm, Jiyong suddenly looked up at me, smiling cutely, before embracing me unexpectedly.
“Thank you for today, hyung. I think I kind of… Needed to get out for a bit”
I blushed, but as he had his face buried in my chest, he didn’t notice. I hugged him back.
“No problem Ji… I’ll always be there for you”
“Thank you all so much!”
I bowed to the fans, smiling and waving. At my left side I briefly saw Jiyong jump around also smiling and waving to the excited crowd.
We had just finished our performance and we were all sweaty and tired, but we all grinned happily when we walked in the corridors backstage, heading for our changing room. I glanced at the other members. Daesung – smiling his trademark smile at no one special. Taeyang – shirtless, as he had thrown his shirt to the audience. Seungri – grinning like a maniac. And lastly… Jiyong – telling everyone how we had rocked the stage, and sighing continuously. I guess that he felt relived. So did I.
After a couple of stressful weeks full of planning and practicing, the concert was done and over and we had time to relax again. Not that we didn’t like singing, but it got hectic after a while, and we were only human after all. I already felt how I started to relax, knowing that we had at least two weeks of holiday until it was time for work again. Loads of time to whatever we felt like, and it felt great. Smiling, I turned to Taeyang for a high five.
“We did great, right hyung?” He said, grinning back at me and wiping his face with a towel.
“We sure did… But why did you have to take your shirt off?”
Hi shrugged. “Felt like it. And the fans likes such things” I chuckled a bit.
“They really do”
We reached our destination – the small room where we were going to change from stage clothes to some more normal ones, get our appearance fixed, stuff like that. I sat down with a sigh in the couch stretching my arms.
Suddenly, Jiyong sat down beside me. I looked at him, surprised. He yawned and looked at me with a smile.
“Nice work hyung” He gently patted my arm, causing my heart to skip a beat and my face to flush the slightest bit – which was very unusual. I quickly looked away, noticing the leader’s weird look at me.
“Y-you too, Jiyong” I said hastily, giving a small smile in the leaders direction. He returned it and leaned against my shoulder. Of course, that made my heart ship another beat, and then speed up slightly.
“Aish, I’m so tired…” Jiyong sighed out and closed his eyes. His breathing slowed down and his tense body relaxed against mine. For a moment, I didn’t know what to do. I just let him lay there for a few second, just listening to him inhale and exhale. Then, I gently poked him.
“Yah, Jiyongie… Wake up” I whispered. He pouted and shifted himself into a more comfortable position, his body more pressed against mine.
“Just five more minutes, please…”
I sighed. He looked adorable.
“No, we have to go… Don’t fall asleep now, Kwon Leader”
Jiyong finally opened his eyes again, smiling the slightest bit, then muttering under his breath. “Fine then…” he rose from the couch and yawned loudly, then turned around to face me. Suddenly, he dragged me onto my feet.
“Whoa, Jiyong, what are you..?”
He just chuckled.
“If I’m going, you are too” Smiling, he continued to drag me by my hand, out to the car waiting for us outside the arena.
Some fans passing by started to scream and furiously calling people, or taking tons of photos – I guess they went crazy about Jiyong holding my hand, or just that they got to see us in person. In any case, I waved to them with my free hand, and guess what? They screamed and squealed even more. I smiled at this – they were so cute. In my eyecorner I saw Taeyang waving to the fans too.
Jiyong dragged me into the big, black car and shut the door behind us as the other embers already were sitting inside. Daesung looked like he was asleep already, resting against the window. Seungri and Taeyang were chatting quietly but stopped when the car started to move. Jiyong yawned and stretched his arms, accidentally hitting the back of my head as I was leaning forward.
“Ouch! Jiyong-ah, that hurt!”
He immediately apologized.
“I’m sorry hyung, I didn’t mean to” Pouting, he looked at me with those adorable puppy eyes, which he knew I couldn’t resist.
“Yeah, yeah… Whatever”
He smiled again, then he rested his head against my shoulder, earning a blush from me which hopefully no one noticed.
“Hyung… We’re in the car now so can I sleep now, please?”
“Of course you can Jiyongie” I answered, “just don’t drool too much in your sleep, okay?”
Jiyong hit me playfully with a fake expression of hurt on his face.
“Yah! I don’t drool!”
I chuckled at his pouty look.
“How do you know that? Anyway, go to sleep now before I change my mind” Not that I ever would, but…
Jiyong mumbled a thank you and then shut his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.
I looked over his head, at the other members. They seemed to be asleep too – Seungri in a similar position as Jiyong, with his head resting on Taeyang’s shoulder. Daesung were still leaning against the window, and Taeyang simply slept where he sat. No witnesses, good.
I slowly leaned down and placed a light peck on the sleeping leader’s forehead.
“Sleep tight, Jiyongie” I whispered before closing my eyes, relaxing, and going to sleep too.
I cracked my eyes open the slightest bit as I heard Jiyong-hyung and Seunghyun-hyung talking. Jiyong had laid his head on Seunghyun’s shoulder, and seemed to slowly going off to sleep. Seunghyun seemed wide awake though. First, I was irritated at them disturbing my sleep, then I started to listen to their conversation instead.
“Yah! I don’t drool!” I heard the leader mutter. Seunghyun chuckled.
“How do you know that?” he answered with his deep voice, “Anyway, go to sleep now before I change my mind”
Jiyong mumbled something that sounded like a “Thank you” and then closed his eyes, relaxing against Seunghyun’s shoulder.
Suddenly, Seunghyun-hyung looked up, and I quickly closed my eyes again, pretending to sleep. I knew hyung wouldn’t have liked if he knew I had overheard them – not that they had talked about something private but anyway. I opened my eyes a millimeter just to check everything was okay. And what I saw totally surprised me.
Seunghyun slowly leaned down to kiss Jiyong’s forehead. The leader just continued sleeping, snuggling a bit closer maybe, smiling in his peaceful rest. Seunghyun also smiled, before leaning back and shutting his eyes. Soon after that, he fell asleep too.
I thought about this for a while – I knew they were close friends and had known each other for a long time, but I had never seen hyung do that before.
I smirked. I would totally tell the other about this tomorrow.
Friday night. Finally, some rest.
I sat down in the leather couch, closing my eyes and relaxed my tense body. The week had been stressful, but now we at least got some time to relax on before starting our schedule again.
I and the rest of Bigbang were spending the evening at our apartment. G-Dragon were sitting at his desk, obviously trying to make the impression of that he was writing a new song, but his head was resting against the papers in front of him, and he was staring blankly out in nowhere. Taeyang and Daesung was staring at some random show on the television, the sound low, and they didn’t even seemed to know what was going on in the show. And lastly, Seungri wa-
“IT’S FRIDAY FRIDAY GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY EVERYBODY IS LOOKING FORWARD TO THE WEEKEND, WEEKEND”
“Oh for the love of God, Seungri, TURN THAT SHIT OFF!”
“Sorry, hyung… it wasn’t my fault, I just incidentally clicked the link” the youngest of our group muttered when Daesung burst out at him. I chuckled a bit. Rebecca Black had apparently woken up Jiyong, because he suddenly jerked his head up, looking confused.
“Hey, hey… What did I miss?” he asked sleepily. He looked adorable, even like this, with eyes hazy from sleep and messy hair and everything. I would always think he looked stunning.
Jiyong turned his attention toward me, was no one else was answering.
“Hyung, did I miss anything?”
“Nothing important really… Shouldn’t you go to sleep?” I answered with a small smile. He just yawned.
“Nah, not yet… I wanna stay awake a bit longer… It’s so nice… Having free time…” Jiyong yawned once more and his head dropped onto the desk, and in a second he was asleep again. Daesung jumped a bit at the thud, and Seungri looked up from his computer, looking for the source of the sound. Both of them smiled at the sight of the leader sleeping on the desk. Taeyang yawned too.
“Well, I’m going to sleep now… This show is boring, and I need to look good tomorrow” He said, smiling a bit before walking out from the room with a “Good night!”. Daesung turned off the TV and then rose from his seat.
“I guess I’m going too…”
“Yeah, me too… Can you take Jiyong-hyung to his room, please Seunghyun-hyung?” Both the maknae and Daesung looked at me, pleading with their eyes, and I sighed. Then, I rose from the couch too.
“Okay, I’ll do it… Go to sleep you two” I said, smiling at them. They thanked me and then walked to their rooms, yawning. I sighed softly and went over to Jiyong.
“Jiyong-ah, time to go to bed…” I whispered while shaking him gently. Jiyong just turned away.
“Just five more minutes, hyung…” he mumbled, shutting his eyes tightly in his sleep and clutching his hand around the pen tightly. He was just adorable with that pouty face. Or well, he was always adorable. But oh, those puffy cheeks! I just wanted to touch them, and so I had done when he was awake and he made them. Jiyong didn’t appreciate it though.
“No, now… You’ll get to sleep when you’re in your bed, okay?” I tried again. The younger sighed heavily before groaning and lifting his head up, nudging his eyes to rub out the sleep from them. When I looked at him though, those orbs were still hazed. So cute.
“Come on, I’ll help you”
I reached out for and took Jiyong’s hand, dragging him onto his feet. He swayed though, so I put my arm around his shoulder to help him. We made our way into his room, and Jiyong almost fell into his bed, still fully clothed.
“Thank you, hyung” He yawned again, covering his mouth with his hand.
“No thank you needed, Jiyongie… Go to sleep now” I whispered while ruffling his blonde hair. Just before I was going to leave the room, I heard a muffled voice from the bed.
“Don’t go…” Jiyong mumbled behind me. I turned around slowly, looking at my half asleep best friend. According to his face, he wasn’t asleep, but not fully awake, so I didn’t know what to do. Jiyong seemed to wait for something though, so I carefully sat down on his bed. Because I knew I’d be too tired to change, I had already changed into my pajamas before sitting down on the couch. Jiyong hadn’t though, but it didn’t matter.
The blonde boy looked at me though hazy eyes, before shutting them and going off to sleep. I realized how tired I was, when I watched his peaceful sleeping face.
I sighed and lay down beside the most beautiful person in the world.
I gently ruffled Taemin’s soft, brown hair. He breathed softly and relaxed, and seemed to be far away in his dream land. I figured he dreamt something nice and happy, because he smiled in his sleep. It was soothing to see, calming me down as well. But not so much that I could sleep, no, not that much by far. I was still shaken up.
“Hey, Minho-ah! You’re back!”
I waved to the rest of the guys of the gang as I came closer. They waved back, big smiles on their faces. They seemed a bit tired, all of them, and actually a bit more dirty than usual. Strange, but I decided not to worry about it. They were always dirty after all – always tired – maybe it was just because I was so unusually clean myself that I thought they looked more unclean than I was used to… Well, never mind that.
“Hi guys! Missed me that much, eh?”
Jonghyun walked up to me, brohugging me before letting go and looking into my eyes with a smile.
“Sure we did, hell, why did you just disappear like that, bro?” I laughed.
“Well, you know the storm? I was like caught in it, and I had to find a shelter. I actually got to have a roof over my head that night – a nice kiddo took me into his house”
The gang whistles and I smirked. Jonghyun smiled widely.
“Great! Got any money from him?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t took it – he gave it to me” Another whistle, this time from Jiyong.
“Awesome!” Jonghyun said, patting my shoulder. “How much?”
I silently took up the won Taemin hade gave me, and noticed the others hungry glares at them. I wasn’t really in need for them, so I gave it to them – everyone got alike of course. Their smiles widened.
“No problem, guys, damn… It’s nothing” I laughed at their eager. “Now, let’s go and buy something good, eh?”
A while after that – around lunchtime, I figured, because I didn’t have a clock – we all sat down near the basketball court, stuffed with all kinds of food. Or, rather, the food we had the money enough to buy. Because when we had money, we didn’t steal. But when we didn’t we stole what we needed to have for surviving. I always felt guilty afterwards, but that feeling became more dulled over the years. It was the same for the other guys – Jonghyun, Jiyong and Seunghyun – they were always a bit quieter than usual after stealing. We would just sit there, eating stolen food, not talking at all. Then, someone – often Jiyong – came up with something to brighten up the mood in our small group. Sometimes, we played basketball. We had found an old ball at the court, and hidden it fell. It was our treasure. When people passed by while we were playing, they often started for a while – the old people smiling at our laughs and eagerness – before they started to walk again. When we played, we didn’t show anything of our misery.
Or, we danced and singed, as I’d told Taemin. And that was what we did now.
“Hey, can’t we do anything? I’m dying from boredom over here” Jiyong groaned. I turned toward him.
“I dunno… Sing? Dance?”
“Come on, we always dance without music, pabo!”
I laughed at the silly boy.
“Sure, Jiyong-ah… Seunghyun-ah, can you do the beat?” The eldest one of our group – though he didn’t always act like that – smirked at me.
And then, like at a commando, we all stood up. Seunghyun moved to the leftmost side, I stood at the back, Jiyong at the rightmost side and Jonghyun in the front. Some other kids playing at the court stopped their game and looked at us with curious faces. I smiled at them, and they got a little closer. Jiyong took off his hat and placed it on the ground – just in case someone wanted to give.
Seunghyun started his beatbox, and Jonghyun took the first steps. We decided to do a dance battle, so Jiyong was next, then me, and then Jonghyun again. Seunghyun – not so confident about his dancing moves, and making the beat – didn’t participate in the competition.
Jonghyun made a quick turnaround, slamming his hands against his thighs, danced backwards and hen smirked at Jiyong to tell him it was his turn. Jiyong smirked back and made a breakdance move. When it was my turn, I did the same thing as I had showed Taemin.
More and more people came to watch us, some giving us money. We continued until we felt how we started to get tired, and then Jiyong won the competition with his breakdance. The people gathering around us clapped and we smiled at them, bowing and thanked them for their attention. The kids we had seen earlier watched us with admiring eyes. We waved to them before they left. They were probably heading home, to a caring family who loved them… Oh stop it, no such thoughts Minho!
We sat down to rest a while after the dancing. We had all enjoyed it, and felt refreshed and happy afterwards – we usually did. For a while we just sat there, kind of exhausted, and ate the rest of the snack. We agreed about saving the money for later, and we put it on another safe place.
After about half an hour, three quarters, I looked at the sun checking the time. Because of many years going after the sun, I knew that the time was about four, and I figured that Taemin had quitted school by that time. I rose from the ground, and the three others looked at me. I smiled at them.
“I’m just going to take a walk! I’ll be back in a minute!”
They smiled back, waved and then continued to talk. I turned away from them and started walking in the direction of Taemin’s school. I took a shortcut through one of the many small alleys that lead from the court. I knew the way very well – we had used it as a runaway from cops many times when we had stolen food or other stuff, mostly clothes. I was about to turn right – I knew the left path went to a dead end – when I heard a slight yelp. It seemed to come from the left path, and I turned my head towards there. For some reason, I felt uneasy… And worried. I thought about shaking it off, but then I heard a loud thud and couldn’t ignore the feeling longer. To my very own surprise, I found myself dashing toward the sound. And then, I stopped dead in my tracks.
What I saw totally terrified me.
Taemin was lying on the ground, whimpering and gasping for air, while a huge man stood leaned over him, ready to hit Taemin’s pretty face with a heavy punch. The man had a really scary – almost perverted – grin on his face, and seemed to enjoy the sound of Taemin’s pain.
Without further thinking, I rushed forward again, and dragged the man away from my friend. I took a grip of his shoulders and practically threw him on the ground. His eyes widened in surprise, but I couldn’t even see which color they were – I only saw red. I bent over him, hitting first his stomach with my knee and then punched his face as hard as I could. And that was pretty hard. Years of surviving at the street, playing basketball and dancing, had made me strong. The man just blacked out, bleeding from his mouth. I didn’t pay more attention to him after that. I hurried over to Taemin again, placing my hand gently on his shoulder. He was shaking.
“Taemin-ah! Are you okay?” I asked him, the worry I felt heard in my voice. Then, I noticed now my hand was getting red.
“Oh god… Are you bleeding?” I said shakily. Then, he realized he seemed to relax in some weird way – he fell. “Taemin? Taemin!”
He had passed out. And I stood there, with his body in my arms, scared to death.
I breathed in deeply to calm myself. I looked at the boy sleeping in my lap. Oh Taemin. If you knew how much I care about you.
“Taemin? Taemin-ah, can you hear me?”
The familiar voice reached me in my floating darkness. I groaned. The pain was everywhere, but my back seemed to be worst. I didn’t want to answer – I was too afraid that it would hurt to open my mouth.
“Taemin, please answer me!”
Oh screw that. When he was pleading like this, I couldn’t resist.
I tried to open my eyes, but the simple action shot a lightning of fire though my head. I groaned in pain. Smooth fingers touched my face, stroking my chin to calm me down. I didn’t realize I was crying until Minho wiped away my tears.
“Hush, Minnie, it’s okay now… You’re safe” He mumbled, and I felt his breath on my skin. I tried to relax, but it was hard. My back hurt like hell, and my ankle seemed to be twisted. It felt like that, anyway.
“M-Minho-hyung…” I finally managed to say, but it came out as a gasp. I coughed, my lungs hurt for some weird reason.
“Oh god Taemin! I was so worried over you! Here, take this and don’t talk too much, okay?”
I felt how something warm was laid over me, and I sighed in relief. Was I freezing? I hadn’t noticed that.
“O-okay…” I whispered, and again I felt how something stroked my cheek.
“How to get you home now…?” I heard Minho mumble. Then suddenly, I felt his strong, warm arms underneath me. I almost opened my eyes in shock.
“M-Minho-ah… What are you…?”
“I’m carrying you home, it’s not that far”
I was pressed against his scarred chest, and I slowly started to relax a bit in his arms.
And then realized he didn’t have a shirt on.
My face was pressed against his bare skin, and I felt how it heated up at this. Oh god… I realized too, that it was his shirt that he had laid over me before and it was that piece of cloth that I now clutched in my arms. I was even more embarrassed at this. First, he was carrying me. Then, he was carrying me SHIRTLESS. But, I guess that it was only me being a perv after all. We were both boys, right? So it shouldn’t be such a big deal… But it was, for me atleast. Why was I thinking these strange thoughts anyway? Well… He was hot indeed… But I shouldn’t b-
“How are you feeling, Taemin?”
When Minho suddenly spoke, I was woken up from my dirty thoughts. I tried to open my eyes again, this time it went a bit better. I looked at him with half-closed eyes.
“A bit… Better” I croaked out, my voice sounding terribly. I pouted at this – usually my voice was smooth, and now… Sigh.
Minho chuckled at this it seemed, and I guess I must’ve looked kind of hilarious.
“Good… You’re really cute when you do that” he replied. I could hear the smile in his voice.
“You think so?” Another croak, another chuckle.
After that, he walked in silence, and I guessed he became a bit tired after all. Was I really that heavy? Sigh again.
“Well, we’re at your place now” Minho said a short while after that. I opened my eyes again – now I realized I had got a hit in my head, and that was why it hurt, but I was also very tired. I could see my door, and I reached out for the key I had in my pocket. I gave it to Minho, who unlocked the door with one hand – I was amazed at this – and we went in. Minho gently put me down in the sofa, and I thankfully leaned back against the pillows. I peeked at him through my eyelashes. He was on his way to the kitchen, and I got to lock at his back. I could only describe it with one word – sexy. Muscular, well-build, the perfect proportions… I caught myself thinking these thoughts, and closed my eyes again before I could continue watching his movements.
I heard steps as he came out from the kitchen again.
“Here, Minnie, I made some tea for you…” he said, his voice gentle and caring. I smiled at him, looking at him again with half closed eyes, taking the cup from him.
“This… it’s almost like… two days ago” I croaked out, taking a sip from the tea. Minho nodded, smiling.
“Yeah… But now I’m the one taking care of you”
“That is… nice” I sighed happily. The hot tea felt good for my throat, and I took another sip. I started to warm up too.
“Taemin… What happened? I found you lying on the ground, with that man going to hit you… Who was he?” Minho asked suddenly, in a very serious tone. I sighed – now I could, I already felt better except for my back and my ankle.
“He followed me on my way home from school and tried to rob me” I answered, looking at the hot tea cup in my hands. I hadn’t noticed they were trembling. I felt Minhos eyes on me, and I looked back on him, trying to smile.
“Thank you for saving me, Minho-ah”
He seemed to blush a bit. Then, he carefully hugged me, wrapping his arms around my think frame, holding me closely but was careful not to hurt me.
“No problem… I owed you one”
Monday came, and suddenly it was time for school again.
As I got up in the morning, I smiled at the thought of Minho still asleep in the house. I once again walked out to the kitchen to make breakfast – for today, it’d be sandwiches. I didn’t have time to do something more complicated. I stood there, making my sandwich, as I thought of Minho once again. First, I had thought I would wake him up before breakfast, but then decided to let him sleep until the breakfast was ready and on the table. But… I did trust him enough to let him “borrow” the house during the day, didn’t I? So maybe I should just let him sleep an-
“Good morning, Taemin”
I turned around, smiling at my new friend. He stood in the doorway, rubbing the sleep out from his eyes, with only training trousers on. He didn’t have a shirt on, and I quickly looked at his scarred chest before turning away again. His thin body was sure nice build, and his chest was actually really hot, not to speak of his ar- Oh god, what was I thinking?
“Good morning, Minho. Slept well?”
“Not really” He yawned. “I woke up around three o’ clock, being really thirsty. After that, I didn’t really sleep well – I had the most confusing dreams including noodles, PlayStation and rain” We both smiled at this – his dreams was the scenarios from the past days. I made a gesture toward the sandwiches.
“Sorry, there’s no cool food today, but take how many sandwiches you want… or no, not as many as you want” I corrected myself, “I still don’t have a lot of money” Minho just smiled.
“This will be fine” he answered simply, making his way to the sliced bread and started to make his own. I sat down at the table with some tea and a sandwich, eating quickly because I didn’t want to get late. Minho sat down beside me, also eating. We didn’t talk much, as we both were busy with our meal, but when I was almost done Minho opened his mouth again.
“Where’s your school?”
I chewed quickly.
“It’s, uhm, near the basketball court” I remembered that he used to sleep there, so I used it for the description. Minho smiled – now he knew.
“Can I follow you there? I kind of want to see my friends”
I froze a bit. Had he just given me a nickname?
“Uhm, Minho-ah, what did you just call me?”
“Minnie… Don’t you like nicknames? I could stop calling you that if you want to” Minho said, nervous look on his face. I smiled reassuring.
“No, it’s okay, just… Don’t call me that in public? Minnie sounds so… Non-manly”
“Well, maybe, but it’s cute. So I can call you that when we’re hom- here?”
I smiled, knowing that he had almost said “home” instead of “here”. It felt good to know that he liked this place, and felt like home here.
“Sure, why not?”
Finishing the last bites of our breakfast, we got up, washed the dishes and then parted ways into our rooms. I changed into my school uniform, checked my hair and brushed my teeth white. Then, I was ready to go.
“Are you done, Minho-ah?” I shouted from the hall, where he just two days ago had stood dripping wet. At that time, I had just thought he was a usual guy who happened to stay for too long in the rain, now I knew he was so much more. I wanted to show him my appreciation for his company somehow, though I didn’t quite know how to do that.
“Yep! I’ll be there in a minute!” he shouted back from the bathroom. As he came out form there, he had put on his baseball-cap and messed up his hair, so he looked more like the homeless boy again. I thought I understood why – he didn’t want to stand out among his friends, coming back after a few days like a snob. Well, that made sense.
“Only forty-five second to be exact” I smiled at him and he rolled his eyes.
“Oh, shut up”
We went outside, and enjoyed the relaxing sunshine. It seemed to melt into our bodies like the warmth from the fire had done at that rainy day. It was perfect, and for the first time I felt like it was going to be a good day in school.
We walked together toward the basketball court, but as we got closer, Minho suddenly stopped.
“Taemin, don’t be mad now okay? But I’ll go the rest of the way to them by myself” he said, looking at me with the “please-don’t-kill-me-for-leaving-you”-expression. I laughed a bit, though I’d wanted to walk with him. It was nice.
“Of course I won’t be mad, just go! I’ll be fine” I smiled reassuring. He seemed thankful, and went over in the direction to the court. I pouted at his back; actually I didn’t want to be alone. But I had been speaking the truth too, though – I understood his feelings. I continued my walk toward the school.
The day went, and then school ended. I almost ran out from the school – I was so excited about coming home again, relax, maybe have some tea, and hopefully – chat with Minho. I had missed him during the day, didn’t have a clue why, but I guessed that it was because he was one of my only good friends. Sure, Kibum and Jinki were nice and so, but I couldn’t quite talk to them like I could talk to Minho. Strange, I had only known him for like, three days? Whatever… I had missed him, and that was the point. Oh god, I’m rambling so much.
I continued thinking about these strange things, wondered how you could become so good friends in such a short time, when I suddenly had a creepy feeling that someone was watching me. I turned around, looking. No one was to be seen, except for me. I just shrugged it off as and illusion, caused by the long school day. Then, I started to walk again.
But as I felt it again, I started to get nervous. This time, I was positive I had heard steps behind me too. I turned around once more, started to walk faster, hurry, hurry, hurry!
And then I stopped. A dead end. Fuck.
Suddenly, I felt someone press something cold against my neck. I started to shake, trembling as an animal close to dying. The person behind me breathed in my ear, and the touch made me shiver even more. I felt like I was close to tearing up, and I started to breathe in hiccups. The cold steel against the back of my neck made me see stars already – I was so damn afraid. I felt that I should’ve done something to escape, as I’m eighteen and a man after all, but I was paralyzed. I just stood there, breathing shakily and trembling.
“Got cash?” I heard the person mumble behind me. I nodded – anything to please him – but the truth was that I didn’t have any money. I had bought lunch for my last won. Now, what?
He smirked against my skin; I could feel his teeth against it.
I started to furiously look in my pockets, checking two times, three times, if I by any chance had any extra money on me, but no. Negative result. I swallowed deeply. The robber smiled once more.
“Seems like you’re lying, kiddo… You’ll regret that” he said, and started to laugh evilly. Before I could react, I felt something hard hit my back and I fell to the ground. As soon as I made contact with the cold ground, I felt like something snapped in my foot. It hurt, but not as much as if I had broken it. I gasped for air – the hit hade made me lose my breath.
Then the robber pressed the knife against my neck again, this time harder, and scratched my skin the slightest bit.
“Regret lying yet, huh, kid?”
I was sure I was going to die now. This man would kill me. No one would ever know what had happened to the eighteen year old boy Lee Taemin. My parents would have to live in sorrow for the rest of their lives when they came back from the stated and got the message that their son had disappeared. And when my grandma visited, she would find an empty house. Finally, the tears started to run down my cheeks.
While thinking this, I didn’t notice that the man suddenly was jerked away from my body. I didn’t even hear the loud thump when something fell to the ground, or the smash that’s heard when a person hits another. Then suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder again, but this time gentler, more caring and friendly.
“Taemin-ah! Are you okay?” I heard this person say with a low voice, before removing the hand again.
“Oh god… Are you bleeding? Taemin? Taemin!”
And I passed out.
The sound of exploding bombs and gunfire filled the whole house. Smattering, shooting, crashes and screeches – all of it boomed into every dark corner of every room, even the bathroom. We didn’t care if we had the volume on max; after all we were just two teenage boys playing PlayStation, while drinking cola and eating chips. At the moment, we didn’t have a thought about the neighbors or passerby’s, all we wanted was to have fun.
I won the first battle, but when Minho had gotten used to the big screen and the console, he started to beat me up. It was fun getting a real challenge for once – all of my friends sucked at PlayStation. I had to give the game my all to beat Minho, but in the end he won three matches out of five.
“Okay, I admit it. You won” I mumbled. I’m a terrible loser, and a terrible winner too – I’m fully aware of that. But luckily, it doesn’t last long. Minho smiles widely in triumph.
“I knew it! I’m the best! Wo-hoo!” He got up and started to dance and rap something improvised. I followed his movements with now great excitement. My bad mood was long gone already.
Minho was actually a really good rapper. His voice fitted perfectly with the fast rap, and as he danced a bit too, it made the whole thing complete. It was wonderful to watch his transformation from the shy, homeless boy to the excited, loud teenager, completely carefree and jolly. I couldn’t help but smile at him, and got up too. He smiled back and stopped dancing and rapping.
“Taemin, why don’t you dance too?”
I felt my cheeks heat up a bit. How did he know that I loved dancing? Oh, maybe he didn’t but…
“D-dance? Do you usually dance like this, without warning?”
“Yeah, it’s a good way to keep the mood up when the weather is bad, you’re freezing and you’re hungry…“ he answered, with his smile still on, “I actually don’t dance that often though, I make the beat and the music for the others to dance to” I felt impressed. So, even in darkest misery, they dance to cheer up and keep themselves up? What strength those guys must have.
“Well… I guess I could dance a bit… Could you, you know, as you expressed it, make the beat?” I said, a bit shyly. I’d never shown my dance moves to anybody before, not even my parents had seen me dance. I just danced when I was alone at home, and thus I had planned to practice a lot these weeks. So why not practice a bit now? I straightened my back and got ready, then glanced at Minho.
He smiled and started to beatbox. He was good at that too, I thought briefly, before I started to dance.
I moved across the floor, wanting to make an impression. First, I did some simple moves. Like sliding across the whole room, before dancing back to the beat, moving together with it. Then I did some harder steps, and finished off with a swirl and a twist of my feet. I stopped, panting the slightest bit – dancing can be tiring – and noticed Minho’s impressed look on me.
“Wow, Taemin… You’re really good at dancing” he said, the impression hearing in his voice. I smiled.
“Thank you… You’re really good at rapping and beatboxing” I replied, and noticed the small embarrassed blush on his cheeks. I noticed I was sweating. Oh god, how many times did I need to wash today? I don’t like to feel unclean in any way, and thus I wash for even the smallest things. But now, with Minho here, who maybe didn’t wash for weeks and was grateful when he got to, it didn’t seem right. So I just glanced at him with a questioning look in my eyes.
“Uhm, Minho-ah? Is it okay that I, uhm, switch to something less warm? This shirt is kind of sweaty” I laughed nervously. He nodded.
“Of course, why should it not be? It’s your house and your rules, after all”
I hurried into my room – which was now temporary his room – and took out a clean, white t-shirt. I switched to that one, reviled at getting rid of the thick, dark blue and green shirt. I went outside the living room again, and was met by the sight of Minho curling up in the sofa with a magazine in his hands. This one was also in English. I peeked over his shoulder just like before.
“Some interesting gossip?”
“No, not really”
“How boring. Why read magazines when you don’t get gossip about famous people?”
“It might be fun for us to read about famous people, but for those famous people it’s not quite that nice. They’re only human just like us, remember?” Minho looked up at my startled face. I hadn’t thought of that.
“I didn’t think of that…” I smiled, feeling guilty.
“No, it’s okay, I just said what I thought” He smiled a reassuring smile, telling me I hadn’t offended him. I was relived once more. I checked the clock – it was about 12 o’ clock, time to eat lunch.
“Hey, I’ll go make us some lunch, okay?” I smiled back at him, and then I went out to the kitchen. I found some noodles and fried chicken, and I guess that had to do it. Mental note – go out for grocery shopping.
When the noodle water was boiling and the chicken legs were heated up in the oven for a short while, I heard Minho enter the kitchen.
“What’s for lunch?”
I turned around to look at him, with my pink apron with bunnies still on – I’d gotten it many years ago, and I didn’t want to let it go.
“Noodles and chicken – which means I’ll have to go grocery shopping after lunch” I smiled at him, while putting the noodles in the water. Minho looked at me and seemed to inhale the scent of food as deep as he could. I guessed he was still not used to have food being served.
“Okay, sound great. Can I join you?”
“Sure, why not. I haven’t got anything to do anyway so…”
The oven signaled that the chicken was ready, and a minute or so after that the noodles were done to. We served ourselves and sat down at the table, talking about random things that popped up in our minds. I told him a little about my friends, family and grandma, and Minho told me stories of the life on the street together with the other boys around his age. It was just like the day before – when we didn’t have anything to say, we stayed quiet – and we both enjoyed the stillness. Some might say I’m a kind of hyper guy, but I can enjoy silence too.
After the lunch, we washed the dishes – I washed, Minho dried – and then got ready for the shopping. That was one more thing I wasn’t used to – it was usually my parents who were doing all the shopping, but now I needed to get used to fixing food and keeping my small budget. Before leaving, Minho put on one of my father’s coats which actually looked quite good on him, I put on my own, and then I turned off all the lights in the house. And then, we left for the store.
After getting what we needed – mostly ramen, chicken, eggs and milk – we went home again. I had bought a big chocolate bar too – something I almost never ate because my parents didn’t want me to eat unhealthy things. Minho and I shared it on our way to my house.
I unlocked the door and turned on the lights again. We unpacked the food inside the kitchen, putting almost everything in the refrigerator before making two cups of tea to ourselves.
We sat together in the same comfortable silence for a while, sipping our tea and just listening to the birds chirping outside the window. It was completely different from yesterday, when the rain had practically washed over the ground. I glanced at the boy before me. He was nice, funny, polite and, yeah, kind. I felt the sudden urge to say something about it, but the words that came out from my mouth were some completely different ones.
“Yah, Minho-ah, are we friends?”
He looked at me, surprised, for a moment. Then he smiled widely.
“I guess we are”
The morning light which struck my face woke me up from my peaceful sleep. I groaned and turned over hiding my face in my pillow – as my morning mood is terrible – only to be surprised at the wall that met me. It wasn’t supposed to be there. I opened my eyes an inch, trying to focus my mind. It was hard though, I was still stuck in my dream. It’d been strange but… Suddenly, I couldn’t remember it anymore. Or, I remembered one thing… Minho had been in it. That was strange too.
At the thought of Minho, the strange boy who’d dropped in yesterday, I was wide awake. What if he had left? Maybe he had left with money? But he hadn’t seemed like the thief type.
I rose from my bed, nudging my eyes to get more awake and yawned. I stretched my back while walking out from the guest room, moving my steps to my own room where Minho hopefully still was. I carefully opened the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. If he were still asleep I didn’t want to wake him up.
The room was shaded in grey, because the light from the sun didn’t quite reach every corner in the room. And because it was still so early – according to the clock it was 6.oo pm in the morning – the sun didn’t stood so high yet and didn’t lend much light anyway. Although the dust which whirled in the air was fully visible, and so was the tall dark haired boy lying on the bed, still fast asleep. I went closer to him, studying his face just as I’d done yesterday. He looked… Peaceful. And now, with the dark circles and pale cheeks gone, I really got to see his looks. He was handsome, indeed. His skin was perfect, no acne or anything, his eyebrows where thick and symmetrical, and he had high cheekbones and a beautiful facial form. His hair cowered his eyes a bit, and with each breathe he took the hair shuddered a bit. I smiled at his face. He looked so innocent. But I still didn’t know who he was.
I went outside again, and just as before I was as quiet as possible so I didn’t disturb his rest. I thought of making breakfast for both of us, and luckily the power was back. I started on making omelets, which was easy and fast but still good food. When the scent of the omelets reached my nostrils I realized how hungry I was, and my stomach started to rumble a bit. I felt my mouth watering – I could hardly wait until they were done.
Finally, they were. I put them on two plates and placed them one the table, then I got some sandwiches and milk out and put it on the table too. I added some glasses and it was done. Then, I walked out to wake Minho up.
I entered the room again. Now, almost half an hour later, he was still asleep in the same position though the light now was right in his face. I gently shake his body to wake him up, and just earned a groan in return. I shake him again.
“Minho, time to wake up” I whispered in his ear, and he slowly opened his eyes a bit.
“Mhm… Just… Five more minutes, please” he answered with a sleepy, muffled voice, which I smiled at. He sounded cute somehow, but I’d never tell him that. I repeated the action over and over again, until he finally rolled out of the bed with a big yawn.
“Okay, okay, I’ll get up” I smiled again.
“Good. Oh, and there’s breakfast in the kitchen if you want to have some. Its omelets, do you like that?” He seemed surprised.
“Uhm, yeah… But that really wasn’t necessary”
“Stop it – you’re my guest, of course you should have breakfast!”
“Oh, okay then” He still seemed surprised and also a bit nervous, but he smiled back at me. And when I left the room, he followed me.
As we sat down on the table, I saw him inhale the scent of food deeply before actually starting to eat it, and he seemed to appreciate the taste a lot. It made me happy to see that – I’m not a good cook and people doesn’t always like the food I make. That was also one of the reasons my grandma was making me dinner when she visited, because she thought I needed some real, healthy food sometimes. I also started to eat the omelets before they got cold, and I thought they tasted good too. I looked at Minho again. He still wore the big shirt which was my father’s, still unbuttoned. Now, I saw that he wasn’t actually that muscular, it was more the fact that he didn’t have any fat at all to cover his muscles that they showed – he was very thin. In contrast to his face, his chest had small scars and markings all over it, the most visible one across his stomach. It was white, around five inches long and maybe half an inch wide. Minho noticed my look, and I saw him smile a bit. I quickly looked away from his scarred body.
“I-I’m sorry for staring, Minho-ah” I excused myself in a haste. He just continued smiling that small smile of his.
“It’s okay, I guess it’s kind of eye-catching” he replied, and I breathed out. Then I shyly looked at him again.
“If I may ask… How did you get those scars? They’re all over your chest and your stomach” I hoped he wouldn’t get mad at me for asking.
Minho just sighed.
“Well, that’s a… Long story” he answered, “and I don’t feel like telling you right now, sorry. It’s not your fault”
I felt confused – suddenly Minho’s expression was very sad, almost alike with his face when he first stood outside my door yesterday. I felt a sudden urge to touch him, to comfort him from whatever it was bothering him. But I resisted – it still didn’t feel right to touch him. I met him just yesterday, so I didn’t know him that well yet. And I didn’t know how he would react if I suddenly took his hand. Maybe he pushed me away? I didn’t want to risk that, because he seemed like such a good, nice person, and I really wanted him as my friend.
“Oh, that’s okay… Don’t worry about it” I smiled instead, trying to put in my comfort in my smile and words instead of touch. Maybe it worked, maybe not, but his expression became softer and his eyes seemed to lose some of their sadness. I was pleased with the change.
After the breakfast was over, both Minho and I put our plates, cutlery and glasses in the sink and then went to our rooms without another word to each other. It was a comfortable silence though, and it didn’t feel awkward at all. We just didn’t have anything to talk about, so why waste time with words?
I undressed, took a quick cold shower to wake me up a bit more, then got my clothes on and dried my hair. After that, I checked my phone for messages. One from my mom – even though it cost a lot to send messages from the states, she still did it to ask if I was alright, if I was lonely and so on. That was exactly what this new message was about. She also said that everything was good with her and dad. I smiles and wrote a long message back, so that she didn’t waste more money on mailing me – I wouldn’t reply anyway. I answered that everything was fine with me too, that grandma had visited two days ago, and that I wasn’t lonely. Not at all, actually. I hesitated, and then wrote that a friend slept over and I didn’t know how long he would stay. I hoped she didn’t find that detail to interesting to reply to my message. I then went out from my room to look how Minho was doing.
I carefully knocked on his – or mine – door, and when I heard a faint “Come in” I opened the door just as carefully.
Minho sat on my – or his – bed, flipping through a paper, looking relaxed. He had found some other clothes then my father’s old ones; now he was dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of moss-green jeans. I recognized them as mine, and was surprised that he could wear them. But they were actually a little bit too big for me, so maybe they could fit somewhat well. He looked up as I entered the room, his gaze soft and welcoming. He made a gesture to his outfit.
“I found these… Is it okay if I borrow them for a while?” he asked with a small smile curving his lips. I guess he liked them more than the shirt and the jogging trousers. I nodded and sat down beside him, looking at what he was reading. It was an English paper, one of my parents I guessed, and he seemed to understand everything perfectly.
“Why are you reading the English papers? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that, but… I find it confusing” I laughed a bit at the end of the sentence. Minho just smiled again.
“I think it’s interesting to read papers and books on other languages – you understand the culture a lot better afterwards” I felt my eyes widen. His words… They were simple, but they seemed so deep somehow. This was the longest sentence I had heard him say, and just as they day before, I suddenly thought I liked his voice.
“Oh… Well, I guess that makes sense” I answered, feeling a bit shy. Minho smiled again, and flipped a page. His eyes read so quickly, I could never have followed in his tempo.
Suddenly, I thought of something.
“Oh! Minho, I know almost nothing about you, you know nothing about me… How about we tell each other something about ourselves?” I asked excitedly. I really wanted to know more about him, and as it was a free day I had hours and hours to spend as I wanted to. Maybe Minho too, but maybe he had something planned this weekend?
I saw that he was going to answer my question, but just as he opened his mouth I cut him off.
“But, maybe you have planned something today?”
Minho smiled at me, I guessed because of my impatience.
“The second question – no, I haven’t got anything planned for today, and the first question – sure, why not?”
He seemed to speak more freely to me now, and I was glad for that. I was afraid I’d been to free in my talking, but apparently he hadn’t minded that.
“Awesome! So, should we like… Do “Truth or Dare” or just ask questions?”
“Okay” I took a deep breathe, before asking, “What’s your full name?”
“Choi Minho. Okay, what’s yours?”
“Lee Taemin. Have you got a girlfriend?”
“No. What about you?”
“Me neither… Oh, what to ask? … Oh! Where do you live?”
I saw Minho shudder a bit at the question, and he seemed to hesitate before answering.
“Well I… have no home really” He laughed nervously and I looked at him, surprised. Had I heard right? Was this boy homeless? Well, that explained some things. Like his skinniness, his hunger, his lack of good clothes and shoes, his dirty appearance and his need of somewhere to sleep in the rain. And the sadness in his eyes…
“Really? You have no home? Where… Where do you sleep then?” I asked nervously. Maybe it was a touchy subject, I didn’t know. Minho bit his lip.
“I often sleep at the basketball court, together with some other homeless boys in my age… Or just on the street” he answered with a strangely nervous voice too. I got shocked. At the streets? In the basketball court?!
“But… How did you get homeless?”
“My parents died in a car accident when I was nine – so ten years ago – and I got to live with my uncle, who wasn’t very nice. When I was fourteen he kicked me out from his house, and since then I’ve been homeless” he answered simply. I was still a bit shocked, so I didn’t came up with anything to say, before Minho sighed heavily.
“Maybe… that’s enough questions for today”
“Yeah… Now, let’s do something fun! What do you want to do?”