LOST BOY ; TAEDO

I'm just a lost boy, not ready to be found.

Doyoung ran away from home.

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LOST BOY

Doyoung ran away from home.

The rain was pouring down like every night it used to. In this kind of weather, I wouldn't want to leave the house if it weren't for him. The young boy walked through the waterlogged pavement, a large backpack on his back. He had packed less than necessary because he didn't have much time, but if he had to go back and get it, he probably wouldn't. He chose to leave everything there.

I told myself that no matter how bad or bad it was, there was no way to go home. He wants to choose his own life.

The weather is getting colder, just a hoodie alone won't help. Long legs crossed the road towards an old building with a neon sign on it.

The bell rang as the door opened. The man sitting behind the counter looked up from the small television set to face him. The eyes didn't look very friendly.

“Is there a room available for me to stay for the night?”

The man behind the counter turned his head to the room key cabinet behind him. Keys are still hanging in almost every room. There are only 3-4 rooms where nothing is hanging on the hook. It's appropriate for old hotels and employees who don't want to welcome anyone.

“Please give me your ID card.”

“Ah, that is.”

The young man who was reaching into his pocket to take out money stopped. If I told you that my wallet was stolen, would you believe me? If this man knew his age, he would definitely not let me stay.

“I was robbed along the way, but I still have some money with me.”

The young man said as he took out the money he had hidden in his shoulder bag to show.

“That thief must be really stupid. I think your watch is more expensive than this hotel. If you're under 18, I can't let you stay."

The man behind the counter's words made the young man stop daring. What will he say next? Why is it so difficult for me to just stay for one night?

“Uncle, it is very late and I only need a place to stay for one night. Just one night, Uncle, and tomorrow I'll go." When lying doesn't work, you have to use a soft stick to fight.

The old man smiled, he had been here for a long time, knew all kinds of customers, and he knew how to deal with them. And the young man opposite the counter knew that just by looking at him he had run away from home. Every item you carry is expensive. Her appearance is clearly that of a child's. And he looked flustered, like he was running away from something.

“Then I'll let you stay in the room behind the counter for free.”

His hand points to the glass door behind him. Looking from here, the boy could only see a broken sofa. At least it was enough to lie down.

“Until the police come to pick us up. Running away from home isn't good, kid."

He didn't speak, but picked up the phone and dialed an emergency number. The young man hurriedly hung up the phone.

“I think we can agree, Uncle. Taking my watch in exchange for a night's lodging and for not calling the police.”

A young boy takes off a million-dollar wristwatch and puts it in the hand of the man behind the counter.

“I won't call the police, but I can't let you stay here. Here, go back to your house. I will call someone to send you away.”

He took it and handed it back to the young man in front of him.

Damn it, this uncle is so persistent and he's going to send him back again. People who run away from home, who will want to go back?

The young boy slammed into a nearby chair in a huff.

Jingle-Jingle-

The young man ignored the sound of the bell. He heard his grandfather say that he should take him home. It must have been the driver that Uncle called just now.

“Let's go.”

A shiny black helmet was held in front of him. He thought he was going to call a taxi driver, but when he looked up he saw that it was a man around the same age who was probably a little older than him. It was true that there was a cloth covering his mouth, but he thought that this man was probably good-looking and probably quite a bitch, judging by the white hair.

In front of the hotel there is a big bike parked. A young boy straddles the pillion after putting on his helmet.

“Hold tight, I like to race.”

Move your hand to hang on to the waist of the man in front of you as instructed. He had never ridden a motorcycle before, so it felt a bit strange for the first time to be riding behind someone he didn't know. The motorcycle owner's large hand grabbed the young man's hand, hugging him tighter than before.

"And... don't get so carried away that you forget to give directions."

LOST BOY

Doyoung ran away from home.

“After this.”

The black big bike stopped in front of a medium-sized house after driving almost around the city. I'm not sure if this kid doesn't remember directions well or just wants to annoy him. To have been told the wrong way back and forth Then parked in the alley that I had just driven past last time.

“Are you sure this is your house? It's not like I'm remembering it wrong again.”

The young man used his eyes to scan the young man's house in front of him. The whole house turned off the lights and it was dark as if no one was there. The grass in the garden was tall as if it hadn't been cut in months.

"Sure. And thank you very much for sending me."

Small hand removed the helmet and handed it back to the white-haired owner. The young man walked into the house for a while, then turned to look at the front of the house and saw that the man who had sent him had already started the car and walked past the door to the wall behind the house. Step on an old wooden chair covered in ivy and climb over the wall.

Behind the wall of that house was a small alley. It's wide enough for just two people to walk. Beyond this alley ahead is a public park. Actually, that's not his house. It's just an abandoned house with no one living in it. Today it's only useful as a shortcut to the park for many people, including him. The young man walked until he reached his usual bench and sat down.

Hug your beloved bag loosely. Look up at the moon and stars in the dark sky.

Where he used to live, the stars couldn't be seen this clearly and this beautifully. There are only nights where the stars and lights from the surrounding tall buildings are not beautiful to the eye. He never liked it there. A life that is only forced, unable to choose or decide anything, even your own future. There are only fake relationships that are created for one's own benefit. When they get what they want, they throw them away.

It's like your parents forced you to marry into a wealthy family in order to preserve the family's financial status from bankruptcy. Is it because of this that I raised him? When the company regained its footing, they threw him to someone he didn't know?

“If you want to look at the stars, just tell me nicely.”

"you!"

The young man spun around in the direction of the voice, startled by the sudden shock. The motorcycle owner who just dropped him into a fake house After that, he appeared at his side.

“How did you get here?”

"Strange question. I have a motorcycle."

He didn't say anything, but held up the key as evidence.

“No, you mean how did you know I was here? Are you secretly following me?”

“Do you think you know the shortcut to this park alone?”

He turned around and smiled mischievously, raising his arms to rest on the backrest. “And don't use that road often. As soon as the owner of the house returns, he will think that a thief broke into the house.”

“Then why did you follow me again? Leave me here, it's already late.”

“It was because it was very late that I followed you. You can go home now.”

“I don't want to go back. I want to stay here.”

The young man buried his face in his bag and spoke in a muffled voice. With such a cute expression, the young man couldn't help but reach out and ruffle his hair until the orange locks were disheveled.

"What are you arguing about at home?"

The person being asked didn't answer anything, but looked down at the grass. He didn't ask any further questions and there was silence between the two people who shared the bench. The warm hand that used to play with my hair changed to a soft comforting caress.

"Are you sleepy? Let's go home and sleep."

When he noticed that the child next to him Starting to feel drowsy, he spoke up. The person asked didn't answer as usual but shook his head as soon as he heard the word home.

“Naughty boy!”

Without waiting for any protest, the young man was dragged onto a motorcycle. A helmet was placed on the head. The bag was brought to carry. If he could carry him into the car, this man would have already done it. After stepping into the car in a daze Because of sleepiness, his small hand moved to hug the waist of the person in front of him without having to be told twice. With the helmet attached to the back as well.

"You don't know where my house is."

The young boy spoke softly. Falling asleep and waking up all the way.

LOST BOY

The sunlight hit his eyes so hard that the owner of the orange hair had to turn and run away. But found it strangely difficult to move He finally opened his eyes and saw what was holding him back. What you see is a muscular chest that moves slowly with the rhythm of your breathing. Looking up again, he saw a slender chin, beautifully colored lips, a prominent nose with sharp edges, and the upper half of his face concealed by white hair. The light hitting his face made him look like an angel.

The person being stared at must have started to feel annoyed by the sunlight like a young boy and began to move. He hid his face away from the light until their foreheads were pressed together.

The young man remembered that he had ridden on a man's motorcycle last night. Even though he was sleepy, he was afraid that he would fall asleep and fall out of the car. Until the motorcycle completely shut down, he couldn't help himself and fell asleep in earnest. The last sensation was only that he was floating like someone was holding him. And now the person who had taken him to bed last night woke up and stared back at him with a faint smile.

"Sorry, I saw it was soft so I thought it was a bolster."

He got out of bed, grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom. Leaving the young man sitting confused on the bed, looking around the small square room. Where all the furniture is separated without walls. There was only a bathroom with a wall separating it into rooms. I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say. Should I thank you first for not letting him sleep homeless in the park and for being kind enough to let him sleep with me for the night? Will I be able to stay with you with such kindness?

After a while, the man walked out. Throwing another towel over his head, he forced him into the shower. The young man took his bag and went to the bathroom because all his personal items were in there. After taking care of himself, the young man handed back the hoodie he had worn yesterday to protect from the rain.

“It's not dry yet. And this is just this bag, right?”

He took it and nodded in response.

“Do you want something to eat? There's only fresh milk, I've run out of food in the refrigerator.”

The young man didn't answer. He was worried about asking a young man to stay in this room.

“Aren't you going to eat? Then I'll go give you a ride.” The hand that was about to grab the helmet was stopped. He turned to look at the young man in front of him.

“...Thank you.”

The young man gave a smile instead of answering that it was okay. The boy who held his hand still didn't let go. He debated for a while and then asked.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“What, are you fascinated by me?”

Laughed softly at that question.

“Is there one?”

"do not have"

“I- can I stay with you?”

“Is this really true? Do you trust a person you just met for one night?”

Even though he said that, he was the one who trusted a strange person who he had just met for one night. Letting him sleep with him wasn't enough, he even brought them to buy things to bring into the house together. At first, the orange-haired boy was a bit hesitant and refused to get on the motorcycle together, but he forced him to come along. And when he parked at the supermarket, his frown immediately changed to a wide smile.

"You can dye your hair, right?"

After disappearing for a while, the young man returned with a box of dark brown hair dye in his hand. He asked like a little child asking his parents to buy him a toy.

"Give me another box."

The answer is not accurate to the question, but let's just say that we understand each other.

The young man went back and picked up another box as told and returned to the fresh produce department, but the other person was no longer there. I leaned forward and soon found a person with white hair choosing a package of instant noodles.

"What flavor do you like to eat?"

he asked. The young man stood with his mouth pursed and carefully read the contents of every plastic packet until he finally picked up one.

"You act like someone who has never eaten ramen before."

He said it was funny but the answer was yes. Okay, this kid is a lot younger than he thought. It's starting to feel difficult being together. I hope he doesn't break the child's heart.

When they came back from the supermarket, another thing they did after dinner (of course ramyeon) was dyed their hair. An orange-headed child that was about to turn dark brown sat and lay in the bathtub. It was quite uncomfortable to be without conversation for tens of minutes like this.

"Why do you want to change your hair color?"

The young man was the first to break the silence.

"The orange color is eye-catching."

He could understand the word "cat-catching" of a child. Probably because I don't want people at home to find it easily.

"And you"

"Me? I'm bored."

"Then..." There was a long pause until the people behind him cried out. "What is your name"

He chuckled at the question. It was a normal question for people who had only just met each other, but here they had been together for a full day and they just came to ask their names.

"My name is Taeyong. What about you?"

"Doyoung, Kim Doyoung."

“The Kim family? I think the people at home will be able to find you tomorrow.”

NOT COMPLETE , PLEASE WAIT

Doyoung ran away from home.

I've been gone for several months, so I apologize. Just uploading a short fic.