I threw on a pair of red skinny jeans that I knew would hug my legs and show off my plump . I hoped that it would be one of the attention drawing attributes to my outfit tonight. Next I quickly walked over to my bed and picked up the black wife beater that I had laid out there previous to my shower. I pulled the thin fabric over my head and went to stand in front of my body length mirror. I smirked, enjoying the sight of my wonderful outfit skills and how delicious I would look in such tight and restricting clothes. Now if only I had some leather...maybe I should get some leather jeans? I wondered to myself, thinking that it would quite exciting to wear such clothing. How it could make certain areas bulge more than others.

   I ran a hand down my abdomen, feeling my well built abs and adoring the toned muscles that were shown through my revealing shirt. A smile crept up to my face as I imagined all of the people, boys and girls, who would be eyeing me as a desert in a sea of vegetables. However, there was only one person in my mind whose attention I wanted so desperately.

   So desperately that I would be willing to dress up daringly and go out into the dangerous world. To a very dangerous – and yet exciting – place. I wanted this person so badly that I would dive in front of a seven foot tall gorilla and offer myself up if it meant one night with this special person. I want you so bad! I nearly screamed in out loud but stopped myself when I remembered my mother who would be fast asleep downstairs.

   Yes. I, Lee Donghae, am about to sneak out of my own house – way past my bedtime if I might add. The lovely student who is a complete mama's boy and would never dare to do anything to deserve getting a detention, grounded, or any kind of trouble. I may not be good with my grades, but I'm good enough to not fail so badly. Except in math. I ing hate math. I just don't see where you're supposed to suddenly have to use any of that stuff. Other than the addition, subtraction, division, and multiplication part. Because that can come in handy when you want to count money. Or days. Or the times you've wanted to kiss the lips of the one person you desire so much, just to pull on their plump lips and shove your tongue into their hot cavern. Swapping spit with one another and hopefully leaving a spit trail that can be up soon after.

   However, I can't be thinking of all those kinds of things. I already think about it enough as is. I just can't bear to hurt my pure and innocent mind anymore than what damage has already been done. I mean, there are still things that I don't know about adult stuff. Even if I am a perfectly healthy eighteen year old. It's not my fault that my mother never had the talk with me and I never had a chance to have it with my old man.

   But don't start asking about that guy because I couldn't tell you in the slightest where to start with him. Mother said that he abandoned us when I was ten and there was a really big fight which ended up with him apparently owing money to some really bad loan shark. Thus bringing the burden down on us to pay off that old bastard's bills. Earning us a ty life in a ty apartment in a ty neighbourhood. Well at least I have access to a window with a handy dandy ladder that leads all the way to the bottom. I mean, I've never used it before tonight. For all I know it could fall and I'll die before I get to lay my greedy hands on my special person.

   I stand in the small cramped bathroom that slightly stinks of crap and piss and possibly other odd things, granted my mother has a lot of strange people who visit. I don't know who they are, what they do, why they're here, and I don't exactly care all that much. All I want to do is style my hair without having to smell other people's body odour.

   I run a hand through my now dry hair, after all it can take a while to admire yourself in the mirror and make sure you picked the right outfit. I just want to look dazzling and outshine every other er who decides to get in my way.

   “Okay. Listen Donghae, you can do this. I don't want you to back down and get shy again like you usually do. You are going to do what I need you to do and don't let me see all of our hard work fail.” I said to myself, shooting the handsome image in the mirror a warning glance.

   I then looked down and started to rummage through my mother's make up bag, looking for eye liner. I wanted to make sure I didn't forget anything tonight. It was a special evening for me. Even if we were going to some old, small house that probably sells crack to every willing buyer who has cash. I've never been but I heard from Sungmin, my closest friend, that it's really small and nothing special. Apparently, they have these big , crazy parties every now and then. Loud and awful music, alcohol, lots of people, dancing, and drama. Not really my kind of place. But as I may have said earlier, I would do anything for this one person.

   But we'll get to him later.

   I slowly raise my hand and run a smooth line of black under my eye and then one above it. Repeating this motion on the opposite eye, making sure that it is perfectly even. Well, not perfectly, just enough that it doesn't look noticeable from afar.

   I look in the mirror and gasp as I see my reflection.

   “Oh my, you are one handsome devil.” I say, complimenting myself.

   Look, don't get me wrong. I'm not some air headed blonde moron who doesn't care about anyone else and is full of themselves. I just don't really get out much and there isn't many different people or bodies to admire other than my own. And talking to myself does not make me crazy. It just keeps it not so quiet and it keeps me sane, somehow. I think I would have gone crazy for real in this hell hole if I hadn't done something to stop it.

   What with mother never being quite right ever since the old man left us. Along with an incident with the loan sharks that didn't end well for either of us. I don't really know what happened to her, but she's never been the same ever since that day that they took her and brought her back after hours of my worrying. I tried confronting her about it, but she would only tell me that everything is alright and I should just go and do my homework like the good little boy I am.

   I sigh, and run a hand through my brown hair. The action was out of frustration, but then I decided that the messy hair look was cool and kept it like that. Confirming that I couldn't do anything more, I stepped out of the small bathroom and went back to my room. Sneaking quietly so that I wouldn't wake mother.

   When I got into the small and messy room, I searched for my phone. Having to throw clothes into distant corners in order to find it. When I did locate the device, I unlocked it and quickly checked for any messages. I smiled silently when I saw that there were indeed several missed calls and different texts. I read through a few of them, smiling at the thoughtfulness of my friends.

 

   From: Minnie

   Are you ready yet? I'll be waiting at the bus stop across the school ^^

 

   From: Wonnie

   Do you really have to go? You can just stay home and meet somewhere else...

 

   From: Wonnie

   I can take you to get ice cream. I'll get you all the Nemo toys you want. And we can watch the movie however many times you want! Don't go there...

 

   From: Chullie

   Remember to bring condoms lots of condoms. And don't do anything naughty with other people. Focus on the target and don't zone out again when you see the target.

 

   From: Chullie

   Oh and don't be so shy because you remember what happened last time. IF YOU HAVE TO, FLIRT WITH OTHER PEOPLE...even if it's the cute friend of yours!

 

   I chuckled as I read a few of them from my friend, Heechul. He's like a really terrible older brother who loves to tease and pull pranks. I sometimes don't believe he can be so mean when he pretends to do some things.

   When I re read some of the ones that, Siwon sent me, I frown. Siwonnie is more of an overprotective parent who wants to control my life and coddles me constantly. Sometimes it can get a little annoying, but I know he means well. And I heard he has a crush on me. Not awkward at all. Gotta love sarcasm.

   My phone slowly makes its way into my pocket, hopefully not to bother me again. And I reach for my wallet where I pick out a few bills of cash that I had managed to scrounge up. I didn't plan on spending it, it was just in case I needed it. I couldn't always survive off of aegyo like I used to when I was little.

   I start towards my window and push the frame upwards, sliding to an abrupt stop which jolted the glass within. I stepped out onto the small metal platform and started to climb down the ladder. Careful and not wanting to slip, it was a slow decent and I was slightly annoyed when I reached the bottom that it had taken so long. Glancing back up to my window that seemed so far away, I could feel me heart beat increase as I realized that I was really about to do this.

   Sneak out without my mother knowing, going to a party – a dangerous party – and possibly losing something I've had for a long time. Omigosh, I cannot believe this is actually happening. I thought and started to walk down the dark alley and onto the lighted streets.

   It was rather dark, and it wasn't very surprising for late October. Halloween to be exact. I already went trick or treating though. It was really fun and I got lots of candy...what? Is there something wrong with an eighteen year old boy going out for Halloween and getting candy? I was a pirate and I went with my friends as a crew of pirates. It was really fun and there was only one mutiny. But our captain was a major douche anyways.

   The streets were dark and I couldn't help but to look around at the various men who stumbled drunkenly around the road. A few teenage girls chatted and squealed every now and then in one area of the street. But they didn't pay any real attention to me when I passed them. I was really uncomfortable with the situation I was in currently. I was anxious and my palms felt sweaty as I sped up at the sudden sounds of bottles breaking. I panted heavily and tried to imagine that I was somewhere else. Not there.

   It wasn't easy and I was on the verge of having an anxiety attack when I caught sight of the bus stop by my school. I slowed down and looked around, desperately trying to find my friend.

    “Minnie?” I called out, trying to locate the older boy. “Sungmin?” I asked again when there was no response and no sight of the bunny like man.

   I opened my mouth and was about to speak again when a short figure appeared in front of me. Well not too short, about the same size as me.

   “Hae, finally you're here. I got tired of waiting.” The figure said and I immediately relaxed upon hearing the familiar voice.

   I lunged at the boy and pulled him into a death strangling hug.

   “Minnie!” I almost screamed in his ear. “I was so scared! There's so many people around and they all look scary and there were girls who were pointing and laughing at me!” I complained to him, holding onto his arm and whining as he could only chuckle.

   “It's okay Hae, they aren't going to do anything to you.” Sungmin told me, wrapping an arm over my shoulder and motioning me to walk with him. “I'll be right here to protect you.”

   I gulped and looked at him, uncertain. “Really?” I asked.

   “Of course.” He confirmed. “I mean really, this is the first time in too long that you've been out and it's even nighttime.” Sungmin said, looking seriously to me this time.

   “I can't help it if everything wants to kill me and there are loan sharks everywhere. And don't forget all the things that could go wrong.” I said, darting my eyes back and forth.

   “Then you don't forget about all the things that could go right.” Min said and sped up the pace, silently muttering an 'oh , we're late'.

   It took us a while before we reached a small street that was only seven houses long on each side. One apartment building on the right, and a large house on the left. I studied the street, not seeing anyone. Instead there were cars parked neatly in each driveway, nicely mowed lawns and well groomed gardens. Other than one house that had a fence halfway through its yard, it seemed and probably was a quiet and peaceful area that didn't cause much trouble.

   Well except maybe the loud music blaring from a house similar in size to the other houses on the street. Not really big, but a bit larger than small. I looked at the house as we approached it. A tall hedge on one side that mostly blocked my view until we were standing in front of it. I looked at the broken windows and the rotted wood, wiggling my nose at the odd, mixed smell coming from the house. I wasn't sure what it was, but I wasn't too sure I wanted to fund out.

   There were people moving in and out of the house, lights and music blasting from two different areas on the property. A small garage like building stood just a few feet from the house, white paint chipping away and not looking very healthy at all. The house was also more or less unhealthy looking as it randomly spews out people who either move to the backyard or walk away. Or be kicked out. Seeing as though a small and thin girl was yelling and getting highly pissed off at two retreating girls.

   I gulped and grabbed onto Sungmin's shoulder as I was suddenly losing my confidence that I could really do this. He seemed to notice my hesitation to step forwards as he grabbed my hands and pried them off of his arm. I looked up at him, worried, and he shot me a reassuring gaze.

   “It'll be alright. Don't worry about it.” He told me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he started his way to the house. “Just go with the flow and mingle with people.” He added.

   I was about to ask him why I would need to talk to other people when I had him. But his arm suddenly disappeared from my shoulder and he smoothly molded into the crowd around us, vanishing from my sight. I called out for him, only for my voice to be drowned out by the loud music and countless other voices shouting.

   Nervously, I glanced around the crowded area, trying to find something to drink as my mouth suddenly felt parched. I gulped and tried to get rid of the uncomfortable dryness as I pushed past different people in search of the kitchen.

   On my way, there were several attempts from people I had never seen before who tried to grab onto me. There were pinches and slaps to my back side, girls latching on and trying to kiss me, and a few whistles of excitement; making me deeply regret my outfit decision.

   I tried my best to stay calm and I focused on my goal: getting to the kitchen. When I arrived in the small area, it was a bit quieter and there weren't so many people around to bother me. Although to my dismay, there was a couple making out on the counter top, resulting in my utter discomfort. I pushed past the couple who were too busy eating each others' faces to even care about my presence.

   When I opened the fridge though, I frowned at the sight of no juice or milk or anything non-alcoholic. The cool fridge was filled with beer and a few items that I thought would resemble food if they hadn't been in there for longer than a month. Which they probably had.

   Sighing regretfully, I reached out for a glass bottle of beer and looked around for something to open it with. When I came to a loss, I almost thought of smashing the cap against a table or counter. But before I could decide what to do, a large hand grabbed the bottle from my hand and turned the cap off with ease. I ogled up at the tall man who handed me back the beer with a gentle smile.

   He looked sweet enough, his eyes slightly crinkling when he smiled at me. Although his large muscles, built body, menacing clothing, and blue hair made me rethink my first impression of him.

   “You're welcome, kid.” He said, reaching out a large hand to ruffle my hair.

   I was shortly stunned from his strength and sudden appearance that I had forgotten to thank him.

   “T-Thank y-you!” I squeaked out, my voice raising a bit too high at my rush to express my gratitude.

   “You're cute and funny.” He said again with his deep voice, and outstretched a hand for me to take. Presumably to shake, but I was currently too shocked and frightened to move. “The name's Kangin.”

   “H-Hi...” I said, and stared at his hand for a minute.

   “You're supposed to shake it.” Kangin said, then he grabbed my free hand and put it in his, moving our hands up and down in a shaking motion.

   “R-Right...I-I knew t-that.” I stuttered, and blushed at my dumbness.

   But hey, it's not my fault! I don't do this often! I thought, and pouted at my incompetence in a simple greeting.

   “Have fun at the party, even if it's not all that great.” He told me, smiling sweetly again, “oh and don't get too drunk!” he then added and started to walk off after giving my hair another ruffle.

   I smiled at him as he left and waved shortly when I remembered that I hadn't given him my name back. Oh well,  I might not see him again anyways. I reasoned and jumped when I felt something cold touching my hand.

   I looked down and saw that the beer was foaming out of the top and I bent my head to drink up the sticky mess before it could spill more. It was bitter at first, and I had to do my best not to spit it back out. I stuck my lips out and scrunched my nose at the taste, looking down at the drink that so many people liked. How the do they drink this? It's disgusting! I thought, and was about to put the bottle down when someone else approached me.

   “First time drinking beer?” He asked, I silently nodded my head, not knowing what to do.

   The boy who had approached me was smaller and slimmer than Kangin had been. His hair a short orange and red colour with a bandana across his head. This boy looked younger whereas Kangin seemed older than myself, but not by much. Maybe a year or two. I suddenly wondered what he was doing here if he was so young and I was almost tempted to ask.

   “Don't worry, it gets easier the more you drink it. You'll get used to it.” He told me, smiling.

   “How do you know?” I asked before I could stop myself.

   “I'm not allowed to drink it, but my hyung says that to everyone!” He said enthusiastically, grinning widely at me.

   “Oh, I see.” was all I said as I put the bottle back to my mouth, slowly letting the bitter liquid to reach my taste buds once again.

   Surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as before.

    “See?” He said and I pursed my lips that it was actually true. “My name is Henry, by the way!”

   “H-Hello,” I said and was about to give him my name when he turned around and waved to someone in the crowd. I was surprised that he could even pick out people that well.

    “Well, see you later!” He told me and ran off before I could say anything.

   I frowned as I thought that this night couldn't get any weirder. Two strangers had already come up and introduced themselves to me. And they were a bit odd if I say so myself. Although they were nice, it was just too shocking that they would be so trusting to just come up to me and say those things, even help me so much.

   As I wondered why they did that, I took a few more swigs of the alcohol, finding it strangely addictive. I guessed that it was mainly because I was so nervous at being outside in a different place after such a long time of confinement.

   I looked around the small kitchen and saw that the kissing couple had disappeared, probably to a bedroom. Sighing, I walked out of the room and joined the crowd in the main area, my eyes darting back and forth from each and every person. There was a mix of people, some younger than me, but most older or the same age.

   While I was looking in on the different scenes, I couldn't help but to see a few different people who were arguing over something. I didn't get close enough to hear, but there seemed to be a heated argument between to boys and a girl who stood in the middle, smirking confidently. The two boys were around my age and looked like they were fighting over the girl. Or maybe for her. I had to admit that the girl was very pretty, however to me she seemed a little arrogant and full of herself. Not really something I would like in a girl.

   My gaze slowly drifted away from the scene when a loud voice shouted over the music loud enough for everyone to hear.

    “VICTORIA!” The voice was loud but I could still hear the femininity in it, and it sounded familiar.

   I looked around the crowd to see who was making their way through the large mass of people, and noticed a girl. She looked slightly fuzzy from where I was standing, and the alcohol probably had its effect in my vision as I wasn't used to it. But as I followed her with my eyes, I saw that she went to the girl that the two boys had been fighting over, apparently named Victoria. I moved a bit closer and gasped when I saw who it was. I didn't think I would know many people here other than my two other friends who said they would be going.

   I stormed up to the two girls and stared menacingly at one of the two. She didn't notice me at first and started to yell at Victoria.

   “What the do you think you're doing?! I can't believe it, getting in the middle of another fight!” She yelled and I tapped on her shoulder.

   “And what do you think you're doing here, then?” I asked her, forgetting my previous shyness at being in a room full of strangers.

   When she turned to face me, her eyes widened to the size of sauce pans and dropped.

   “Donghae!” She gasped, and a sudden look of horror flashed over her face.

   “Krystal, why are you here?” I seethed through my clenched teeth.

   “I-uh-it's-well...” she stuttered, trying to find an excuse, sighing when she couldn't find one. “Trying to have a good time.”

   “Your mother is going to be so angry when she finds out about this.” I threatened and almost smirked when I saw her face pale.

   “Please don't tell her!” She wailed, grabbing onto my wife beater and pulling it down slightly, not that I really cared.

   “I can't believe you came here, Jessica is going to be angry too.” I said, thinking about how her sister would react.

   “If you tell them, I'll tell your mom too.” Krystal said, crossing her arms and grinning like an idiot by thinking she had just won.

   Which she probably did.

   “Well-” I was about to retort and say that my mother wouldn't believe you, but I bit my tongue because she may believe it. Or she may just not really do anything much.

   I simply smiled to her and my heels, walking away from the two girls.

   “Don't you dare talk!” She shouted after me, anger and doubt lacing her voice.

   I couldn't get the fact that she was here, that she had actually gone out at such an hour without telling anyone. I was also sort of confused as to who the other girl was, but when I was up close to her, she seemed a bit familiar. Probably goes to my school. I thought, recalling that she was similar in age.

   I wandered around the house for about an hour longer, downing one or two beers and silently listening in on other people's conversations. I even heard one very odd story about someone cooking ham with sesame oil. Which I laughed at for a while because that is a very silly thing to do. Everyone should know that sesame oil isn't meant to be used as other oils. It's just common sense.

   After a while, I became bored and sad that I hadn't seen the person I deeply wanted to see. It was disappointing, and I even thought of finding Min to tell him I was going to give up and go home. Until I remembered that there was a backyard and more people outside.

   I walked towards the screen doors at the very back of the house, sliding them open and walking out, forgetting to shut the door. I walked around and tried to find something to lean on, seeing as I was slightly dizzy from the alcohol.

   However, there was nothing to lean against and I ambled on into the neatly cut grass filled yard. Stumbling everywhere and almost tripping over my own two feet, I desperately searched for somewhere to sit. I saw many people standing in circles and laughing loudly. There were a file of boys and girls piling into the small shed like building to the side of the house, and I wondered what was inside that so many people would want.

   Setting my sights on that building, as my curiosity overpowered any other senses, I wandered over to the wooden shed. When I was by one of the small windows, I pressed my face against the glass and tried to get a better look at what it was that was going on. The glass was slightly fuzzy and it wasn't easy to tell what was happening on the inside. Or maybe it was because my vision was fuzzy.

   I could only just make out the image of a large group of people sitting, standing, and staggering around the small yet long room. I thought that I saw some drugs in the room, and a large area of smoke that drifted through the room and out the building. I sniffed the air and sure enough it smelled similar to what I assumed was . And if that was the case, then those cigarettes I saw were actually joints.

   I shuddered at the thought of how those people could do something like that, and that it would probably ruin their lives. But then again, I was standing there currently drunk – or close to it. Drinking is different, you won't get addicted to it so easily and it's not so expensive. I reasoned, then added, plus this is a one time thing and I was practically offered it. I mean I may not have drunk it if Kangin hadn't opened it.

   Just as I was thinking of all the logical reasons that I could use to get out of the guilt of underage drinking, I felt a hand grab onto the back of my shirt and pull me backwards. I was harshly pressed against the side of the shed and I shut my eyes tight at the pressure from the hand pressing against my chest. My head was spinning and I wasn't sure what was happening, but I didn't really want to know what would come next.

   I slowly opened my eyes, one at a time, and gawked at the sight before me. I was almost certain that my jaw would fall off. Standing before me, muscular arm pressing against my chest and long slender fingers clenching my wife beater, was none other than the one person I had been wanting to see the entire night. He was wearing the tightest possible, white wife beater that showed off his skinny yet muscle filled arms, and his well built abs. Ripped black jeans that clung to his legs tightly and I couldn't help but for my eyes to slightly travel downwards and see how some of his body bulged wonderfully.

   My eyes then wandered back to his face and I ogled at how beautiful and handsome he was. His sharp jawline, his almond shaped eyes, his strawberry blond hair, his red plump lips, everything that made me want to pounce on him. His eyes that slightly glared at me with a scrutinizing look, almost as if he was about to lash out at me. Even if he did appear to be a bad boy, trouble maker, and about to do something mean to me, I couldn't help but feel a wave of emotions as soon as I had lied my eyes on him.

   Yes, him. The one person whose attention I wanted so badly, whose face I wanted to devour, was a boy. A very ing hot boy. Lee Hyukjae. The man of my dreams. I mean, I can't help it if I decided to like him or not, it wasn't my fault. And I did eventually grow to except that. But I'm not gay if that's what you're thinking. I simply just like him a lot and want to be ed senseless by him. Not to said man, because I could never do such a thing. I just wanted the pleasures that came from him.

    I didn't really mean to like him though. Fate just has it's own ways to set things in motion. The first time that I saw him when we were both such young children, when he defended me against the neighbourhood bullies and even helped me rebuild my sand castle, even giving me a kiss so that I would stop crying. I'm sure he forgot about that incident, but the look in his eyes that day and the way he stood up for me, his soft lips that stayed planted on my forehead then my cheek, made me feel deeply for him. I just couldn't help myself, and I really wanted to be close to him. In every way possible.

   But people grow up and change, my old man ran off and other bad things happened that I don't ever want to think of again. We used to be friends, until we turned twelve, and things changed. I didn't go to school much after a specific incident, and I ignored him along with all my other friends that came knocking. We just grew apart after six years. I can't help that, and I'm too shy now to try and change it. Besides, I'm sure he hates me now anyways.

   I was pulled back to reality when I received a harsh push to my chest and I winced at the sudden pressure. It was slightly hard to breathe, most likely from my dizzied head and incapability to understand everything that was happening. I closed my mouth and hung my head down in pain, not used to this kind of treatment. Or any kind of harsh physical treatment.

   “What do you think you're doing?” He asked me, hardening his gaze.

   “I-I, uh well, Minnie-party-window and I w-wanted t-to-” I stammered, not really knowing how to explain myself, and stopping as I hiccupped and suddenly felt nauseous.

   “You aren't making any sense.” He said, and brought his free hand up to run through his hair.

   I gulped at the action and almost squealed with how y he looked as he did that simple action.

   “I-I-” I started again, trying to explain myself again, but suddenly felt something daring to make its way up my throat.

   There was an acidic taste in my mouth, and I felt the need to throw up. I grasped onto his arm that was holding me in place and tried to get it away from me. Even though I was deeply enjoying the small distance that separated us, I really didn't want to barf whatever I ate last onto him. Especially on a white shirt.

   “What do you think you're doing?” He asked me again, but this time looking down at my hands that were desperately trying to free myself from his grasp.

   I opened my mouth to try and tell him to let go of me, but when I did, I immediately regretted it. A large outflow of different colours and sizes, spewed out in front of me. I couldn't stop the thick liquid from spilling out of my mouth, and coughed a bit; spraying the substance more so. Hyukjae jumped backwards at the sudden burst and I could see him look down at his shirt in disgust. Oh , did I really just- I thought, but didn't get the chance to finish my thinking as I bent over and put my hands on my thighs, trying to squeeze out every last drop of vomit. As I emptied my stomach, I felt my face brighten and flush at the embarrassment of what I just did.

   I knelt on the ground and wiped my mouth, placing one arm across my stomach in an attempt to calm my upset insides. Cautiously, I raised my head and saw that there was now a crowd surrounding our little scene. There were roars of laughter, and some glares headed my way, and I even thought I saw Kangin, laughing his head off as he stood close to Hyuk.

   “Wow! I knew when I saw you that you'd be a whole lot of fun!” Kangin roared, and walked up to pat me on the back.

   I almost fell from the action as he may not have realized his strength against a weakling like me. However, I managed to keep my balance and stayed with my knees on the soft and cool grass. I slowly looked over at Hyukjae who was wiping his forearm off of his shirt. I guess I got a little on his arm too... I thought, regretfully and looked at him with a frown.

   When he looked upwards, his cold and deathly gaze caught mine. I must have visibly shrunk in my spot as Kangin let out another loud laugh and hit my back again.

   “You really are something kid!” He yelled and walked back over to Hyukjae.

   I noticed that a few other people that I slightly recognized from school, were standing around him, helping him up. I tried to get up from my spot, and with much difficulty, I succeeded. However, I regretted doing so when he suddenly stood up and took long strides, soon reaching where I stood and standing in front of me.

   I gulped and didn't know what to do. Should I bow and apologize? But that might make me throw up again if I do it suddenly. I thought, wondering what would happen next. I could just run away and text Minnie to come and get me.

   As I was trying to come up with a plan of what to do, Hyukjae got closer to me, his eyes on fire with a mix of emotions. I didn't know exactly what was going on in his head, but I knew that at least half of those thoughts were of hatred and anger towards me.

   He slowly got close enough that I could feel his breath on my face. This situation would have been like heaven to me, but after having barfed on him and probably upsetting him earlier, I only hoped that he wouldn't kill me.

   He glared at me menacingly and then his hand fisted my shirt, lifting me up slightly to meet his gaze, as he was slightly taller than me. I felt my feet almost lift off of the ground and his hard gaze met with my unsure and terrified one. I was sure he was going to hit me, or at least inflict some sort of physical damage to me.

   It was only normal considering he was the number one trouble maker in the entire school, if not town. I hadn't exactly seen him all that much, or be at school to know what happens, but Minnie and Wonnie always tell me the bad things that he does. It kind of gets crazy all of the things he does. Creating fires, pulling pranks on teachers, stealing, skipping classes, a lot of different things that I could never dream og doing.

   To my surprise, he didn't do anything that I thought he would have, and instead grabbed a hold of my wrist and started to pull me with him. I didn't know where we were going or what was happening, but I had no choice except to follow him. My weak legs carried me most of the way and I suddenly felt as though I would pass out. But I continued to be pulled along with him, mostly out of curiosity to where he was taking me.

   I thought that maybe he was taking me somewhere to get a larger beating where people wouldn't interrupt us. Oddly, I was kind of excited that I would spending time alone with him. Something that I have dreaded and hoped for, for a long time.

   We walked fastly out onto the dark streets and I couldn't help for my eyes to dart every now and then to the different people who we passed. The street lights didn't seem bright enough to light the path for us, and I very much dreaded if they would ever go out or fall and kill us when we walk by the. Something that I really did not want to happen.

   It took us a while, and my eyes started to get heavy. I tried to keep them open, but it was starting to be a hard task. The previously cool October air was no longer there, as my entire body felt like it was on fire. I didn't know what was happening, and I really didn't want to walk any longer. It seemed like I would die or faint if I went on any longer.

   I am never drinking beer again. I decided for myself as I shivered at a sudden breeze that blew my hair from my face.

   I thought that Hyukjae would steal glances every now and then, looking back at me with an unreadable face. But I was almost certain that he wouldn't do that, it'd be strange for him to do that unless he was just making sure that I didn't try to run away from him.

   That definitely sounds more plausible. I thought, agreeing with myself.

   Just as I thought we would be walking forever, he finally stopped and I bumped into his back, stumbling backwards. I would have fallen if he didn't have such a tight grip on my wrist. He stared at me for a second, and I just stood there, stumbling back and forth every now and then.

   For a second, I almost thought I saw him look worried. But no, it couldn't be like that. He's just worried that I might die and he would be pressed with charges.

   I looked around at where he had stopped us, and saw that we were in front of a large house. His house. I could still recognize his house, as he hadn't moved since his mother remarried. I was a bit startled that he had brought me here, and I was confused as to why we were here.

   Although I didn't say anything, and chewed on my lip slightly as he didn't do anything to move. But when another sudden breeze whipped past us, it was inevitable that we both got a large and clear whiff of the puke from his shirt. He made a small groaning sound and looked down irritably. I sent him a small 'sorry' look, but he ignored it and pulled me inside his house.

   “I'm home!” He shouted into the quiet house.

   I winced, expecting lights to go on and parents to come storming through the house, getting him in trouble. But there was no sound of anything happening. The house was eerily quiet and it didn't seem like anything would really happen next. I straightened myself out as much as I could without having to throw up again, and looked around the house.

   It was the same neat, organized, clean house that it had always been when we were younger and I would come to play here. Nothing really looked as though it had changed, and I wondered if they had either hired a maid to clean everything up, or simply didn't cause any mess.

   Hyukjae scoffed to himself and I wanted to ask him what was wrong, when I thought better of it and stayed silent. He looked back at me for a second and then took his shoes off. I slowly followed his actions, kicking off my red Converse and sliding them with my foot to the side. I couldn't do it with my hands as Hyuk still held onto my wrist.

   He waited until I was done and then dragged me with him up the spiral staircase which lead to a large hallway lined with doors. I had explored this house countless times before and each time I would visit again, it would almost be like a new room appeared. I don't think that I had ever fully seen every single corner of the house, and that kind of saddened me and made me frustrated. But that wasn't what I should be concerning myself with now.

   Hyuk stopped in front of a door with a sign that read 'Hyukjae's room: DO NOT ENTER!'. It was the same sign that I had helped him make when we were little, but this room wasn't where his old one was. I could understand that he moved to a different room at some point after I stopped being friends with him. What puzzled me the most was that he kept the sign that we made together. I studied the sign, about to smile fondly when I saw the doodle of Hyuk and I playing together, and our names signed messily at the bottom. But Hyukjae slammed the door open and pulled me inside.

   I was surprised at his lack for caution, not even caring that he might wake his parents up. But apparently he didn't do anything but slam the door closed again. When we reached the middle of the room, he noticed that he still held onto my wrist, and immediately let it go. My wrist fell to the sides suddenly, and I rubbed the now red area that he had been holding tightly with my other hand.

   His eyes seemed to soften at the sight of my red wrist, but then he turned away and went to a large wardrobe to the side of his room. He pulled out a pair of clothes and took them as he walked into the bathroom that was joined to the room. When the door shut and he disappeared behind it, I took this chance to sit down on the floor and take a look around the room.

   The walls were a light blue that reminded me of a summer day sky, no clouds in sight and only the blaring hot sun. His floor was a dark hardwood, only covered here and there with a few different, thin carpets. There wasn't a lot of furniture in the large room, only a dresser and wardrobe to hold his clothes, a desk and chair that overlooked a medium sized window, and a bookshelf that was set off in a dark corner of the room. His large bed was against a wall in between two night stands, one with a lamp and a photo frame, the other with a book and another identical frame. The rest of the room was a wide and open space, no carpet, and I could only assume that this area was for when he practised dancing.

   The last time I saw him dance was when we were eleven and he learnt a new dance routine that he wanted to show me. I must admit, he was very good as a kid, and I couldn't doubt that he was much better than when we were kids. I suddenly really wanted to see him dance. Just imagining his hips swaying from side to side, or his body stretching differently, maybe his shirt scrunching up every now and then. Hyukjae getting so sweaty and hot that he needs to take off his shirt... just the thought of it made my mind race.

   But as soon as it did, I got a strong wave of pain and a head ache that followed. My whole body almost felt as though an elephant had stepped on me, my head spinning and my thoughts scrambled. I also felt like I could vomit at any second. I especially hoped that I wouldn't have to empty my stomach further, granted I didn't have anything else but acid left in there. I hadn't exactly eaten anything much today, only a few snacks and a bowl of fried rice and kimchi. Which was probably the first thing to come back up when I barfed over the boy who was currently in the bathroom. Most likely cleaning my mess off of him.

   Just as I was thinking of what he would do to me, and why he brought me to his house, even his room – OMG I AM IN HIS ROOM!!! KYAAA – the bathroom door opened and revealed a fully dressed Hyukjae. He had swapped his tight jeans for grey sweat pants, and his white wife beater for a green hoodie, which I really doubted that he had anything on underneath that. Unfortunately for me, I didn't have enough time to fangirl over the fact that for the first time in an eternity, I was in his bedroom, sitting on his floor, and had been so close to him that I could feel his breath.

   He glared down at me from a few feet away, and I realized that I was still sitting on his floor. I immediately stood up, causing all of my blood to rush to my head. Which wasn't a good thing to happen as my vision turned white and my head pounded. I staggered backwards and took a few blind steps in some unknown direction. Before I could do anything however, I felt my body falling forwards and I slowly lost consciousness.

 

   My eyes felt heavy, but there was a bright light that shone through my eyelids, causing me to crack an eye open. Immediately squinting at the sudden exposure to light, I shut my eyes closed with full force and groaned loudly to myself. I stretched my limbs as far as I could, my hands brushing against a wall, in which I quickly sprung myself back together. I stayed in my ball position for a minute or two and then laid flat on my back.

   Enjoying the unusually comfortable bed, I rolled over on my side and tried to spread myself on the entire bed length. Although my plan was cut short when I bumped into something. Or someone. What the? I thought to myself and opened my eyes to see the most shocking image before me. On the bed, opposite myself, an arm laying dangerously close to myself, and my own body pressed slightly against his, was the Lee Hyukjae.

   Not knowing what to do, I did the most reasonable thing that popped into my mind. I made a high pitched squeal that was more like a scream, and shuffled my way off of the bed. Falling on my in the process.

   “ you, hardwood floor.” I mumbled and was temporarily distracted from my previous fright.

   Until I heard the sounds of someone waking up. That someone being my ex-childhood friend and secret love interest. I tried my best to not make a sound as I heard the bed creaking, and slowly crawled under the bed. I stayed there for some of the worst five minutes of my life, holding my breath and ignoring the agonizing numbness spreading from my .

   It wasn't until the creaking on the bed stopped, that I was about to peak out of my hiding place and see if he had gone back to sleep. Just as I edged closer and closer, there was a loud noise and a face popped down in front of me. I was so startled by the sudden image that I jolted upright and hit my head against the bed frame.

   I winced in pain and brought my two hands to my head; peering out through my eyes to look at the face of an upside down Hyukjae. Even though his strawberry blond hair hung from his head, and his face brightened with the constant blood travelling downwards, and his strained face with bulging veins, he still looked like the most handsome creature I had ever seen.

   But then again, I don't really get out much, so I don't really see a lot of people. Or creatures.

   “What the are you doing?” He asked me, his voice slightly raspy from just waking up and the fact that he was upside down.

   “U-Uh..I-I was-and there is-it's a bright light and the bed...” I trailed off, not finding my ramblings to do any good, and shut my mouth.

   Hyuk let out an exasperated sigh and then his face disappeared from before me. I cautiously crawled out from under the bed and looked upwards, trying to spot the boy. Just as I had fully gotten out from my hiding place, a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the bed. I fell on the mattress with a thud and a bounce, and didn't open my eyes for a minute until I could calm my surprised heart.

   As soon as I did open my eyes though, I immediately wished I hadn't. Or just never left from under the bed.

   Hyukjae's face was inches away from mine, and he was looking at me with a mix of emotions. I suddenly felt so happy that my entire being could explode, as I thought I saw a look of worry in his eyes. Just because I hadn't seen him in so long, and almost always refused to meet him, doesn't mean that I don't actually want to see him. Just as it doesn't mean I don't like the position we are in at the moment.

   It's just uncomfortable and different. I don't adapt well to change. Ask my mother, or Sungmin.

   “What the hell?” Hyukjae suddenly said, and I felt myself snapping from my thoughts and focusing back on his handsome face.

   “Huh?” I asked dumbly.

   “Why is it that your face is so red? You only hit your head a little.” He said and reached out a hand to touch my head. “You can't be that hurt.”

   I had expected his touch to be rough and mean, something an enemy or a betrayed best friend would do. But it was nothing as I expected. His touch was gentle and soft, my hair and I almost felt as though he was worried about me. Even if his voice sounded pissed off.

   “S-S-Sorry...” I stuttered, making sure to curse myself for it, and blushed at his hand that stayed on my head for a while longer.

   “Why are you apologizing?” He asked, removing his hand and sighing frustratedly. “You didn't hit your head on purpose.”

   “I-I meant f-for l-last n-n-night-t.” I said, and huffed out a breath of air as I finished.

   It felt like I couldn't breathe and it was hard to speak, with my chest pounding heavily just at the thought of speaking with him. To my relief however, he pulled his face away from mine and sat up on the bed. I tilted my head back, craning my neck, and saw him run a hand through his hair, sighing once again.

   I pouted, wondering why he always sighed like that. Then I gave myself the strength to sit up on the bed, crossing my legs and looking straight forward. I stared at the annoyed expression on his face and felt the need to apologize again.

   Just as I opened my mouth to do so, he turned his head to look at me. I immediately brought my lips back together, which automatically formed a pout, and looked away.

   “Aish.” Hyuk mumbled and the weight of the bed decreased as he got up and walked to a corner of his room.

   I couldn't help but for my eyes to follow his every move as he opened up his closet and started to dig through its contents. He pulled out two shirts and a pair of pants, then walking back to the bed he threw a shirt and the pants at me. I looked at the clothes for a minute, wondering what to do with them, and gave Hyuk a confused look.

   “You're supposed to wear them, .” He told me and then went on his way to the bathroom where he shut the door, leaving me behind.

   I mulled over his words for a moment, and as soon as they hit me, I looked down and realized that I was only wearing my boxers. I quickly stood up and grabbed the clothing, pulling the shirt over my head and literally jumping into the pants.

   As soon as that was done, I exhaled in relief and looked around the room for my clothes. When I didn't see them, I found myself staring at my reflection in one of the mirrors. My hair was dishevelled and my cheeks a light shade of pink. The shirt was too big for me and hung lowly past my hips, even the blue jeans that I had been given were two sizes too big.

   I must admit, I look adorable in baggy clothes. I thought to myself, and smiled as I tugged on the clothing affectionately. It wasn't just tight and restricting fabric that could make me look good. I was so good looking that I could pull off the y boy going out clubbing, or the cutie pie who wears his boyfriend's clothes after a night of rough ...OH MY ING GOD WHAT DID I JUST – I palmed my cheeks and blushed as I recalled that I couldn't remember what happened last night.

   Hyukjae came out of the bathroom and I stood up from the floor where I got really dizzy, and then all of a sudden, black. I don't remember what happened after that, but the next thing I knew was waking up in the same bed as Hyukjae, in only my boxers. Possibly a little too much for my not-so-innocent mind. But I'm not erted. I can't help it if I jump to conclusions.

   I'll just have to ask him when he gets out, what happened last night and why he brought me here. I decided, and pumped my fist in the air with a small and determined 'fighting'.

   However, all of my resolve just about died when said boy walked out of the washroom and quickly caught my gaze.

   “What?” He hissed, looking me up and down. I almost thought I saw his straight face falter, but then dismissed it quickly.

   “W-Well, I w-was just w-wondering a-about-t-t...” I stammered, and stopped to try and calm my beating heart.

   “About what?” Hyuk asked, glaring at me.

   “L-Last night...” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say next.

   It wasn't as if I could just go right out and say 'did we do anything last night after I blanked out, like you possibly me?'. That would just be silly.

   “Last night you barfed on my shirt and ruined my night by showing up at my friend's party. So I took you home, regretfully, and had to change out of my barfed up clothes. If that wasn't enough, you had to pass out just as I got out of the bathroom.” He said with an unreadable expression, and sauntered over to his dresser where he went through some things.

   “S-Sorry...I-it-I mean it was an accident.” I said, thanking my tongue for not stuttering so much.

   “What was an accident?” Hyukjae snapped, closing what I assumed to be his sock drawer, and turned around to face me.

   “W-Well-l-” I was about to explain but his face contorted in anger and he spoke quickly to me with fury.

   “Was coming to the party an accident?! Was showing up in front of me with such a noticeable outfit an accident?!” He barked out and I was at a loss for words.

   I didn't know where this was going, so I just let him vent his frustrations.

   “How do you find it so easy to just apologize like it's nothing? You haven't changed at all.” His voice was lowering, and his expressions grew sad as he continued. “You suddenly appear in front of me, looking like that none the less, and start things off by vomiting on me? I could see it in your eyes that you weren't all that surprised to see me there. How could you just show up after six ing years and apologize for throwing up on me?! It isn't fair at all!”

    There was a short silence, and I dropped my head, unsure of what to do.

   “I waited for you every day, in front of your house, at school, I texted and I called, but nothing. You had disappeared from my life, you had disappeared from the world. I haven't seen you in six years, you never come to school, you hardly go out. Why did you leave me after everything? I thought we had a strong relationship.” Hyukjae continued to speak, his voice sounding weaker and weaker the more he went on.

   As I listened to what he was saying, I could realize that he was actually somewhat upset about my disappearance from the world. No, no. No, no, no. That can't be right. He hates me for what I did and that's all. Just hate. Don't get your hopes up.

   “I trusted you so much, and now that I meet you again, I don't know what to do. It just doesn't seem fair. Nothing seems fair. Life isn't fair, and it just wants to ruin everything for me. When I saw you at the party last night, with Krystal and Victoria, I couldn't help but to follow you around. I wanted to know if it really was you, after all, a lot can change in six years. But when you were pressed up against that window, your sticking out in those tight jeans, I couldn't help but approach you. I don't even ing know what I would have done if you didn't faint when you did! It could have been a disaster...” Hyuk trailed off, and I looked up.

   As soon as I laid my eyes on him, I felt a pang of guilt in my chest, silent tears were trailing down his cheeks. He was crying, crying because of me.

   “You were everything to me, all I ever wanted, and you had to let me go. I just-why did you leave me like that?” Hyukjae sniffled and looked down, only to look back up with an angered face. “But I can see that you didn't change at all. You're still the same. You are a cold hearted bastard, Lee Donghae.”

   As he said my name, I felt myself shudder. It was the first time I heard him say it in so long, and it almost sounded foreign to me. When we were younger, it would always come off as a sweet, gentle, and caring sound that reverberated through my ears, giving me warmth. But this time it was different. He said it with a menacing and bitter tone, almost spitting the words off his tongue like a bad aftertaste.

   “C-Can I...” I started, and dared myself to look into his eyes.

   As soon as I did, he shot me a deathly glare and it was as though he were silently wishing for me to die. I gulped,  and swallowed my built up saliva, opening my mouth to speak again.

   “Will you let me explain?” I asked him in the smallest and most apologetic voice I could muster.

   He glared at me for a moment, watching my every movement, and then turned his head, wiping away his tears.

   “Whatever you say won't make a difference. I don't know if we can ever be friends again.” He said bitterly.

   “Let me try.” I told him, and walked over to his rigid body.

   I placed a hand on his wrist and pulled him to the bed, where I sat down. He reluctantly sat down on the bed beside me, and I placed a hand on his thigh; rubbing it gently to calm his nerves. He tensed up at the action, but I didn't stop. I stared out the window that was on the opposite wall from me, and started to tell my story that I had never told anyone in the six years it's been.

   “When I was ten, my old man ran off and left us in a whole lot of debt. We had to move to a stinky old apartment and live in the fear of loan sharks. But you helped me through that time even if you didn't know what was happening in reality. It was a breath of fresh air to have you beside me like that, and I really miss it.” I started, and looked over to see how Hyukjae was reacting.

   He looked calmer and slightly upset at what I had told him.

   “Why didn't you tell me that? I could have helped you and your mom. And if you liked having me with you, why did you leave me alone?” He asked.

   “My old man wasn't my real father, I learned that my mother remarried when I was six, a year after my real father died. Apparently I had suppressed all memories of him after he died, because I was so attached to him and his death traumatized me. I didn't tell you any of this because I didn't want you to help us. I felt like it was my job to be the man of the house, and that my real father should know that we can take care of ourselves. I also didn't want to get you involved, because people never forget, and it wouldn't be fair.

   Six years ago, we were late on an instalment on the debt that we owed and had agreed to pay off in a monthly payment. I didn't tell mother this because I didn't want her to worry. To her, I'm still the average student who isn't a troublemaker at school and gets good grades. When the man who the old man owed money to came to get the money, I told him I didn't have it. Instead he beat me up badly and I was hospitalized for two months. It wasn't the best thing that could have happened, and I didn't like it when the police came for an interview.

   They said that they would t-take me away from m-mother because of our situation and it wasn't healthy for me to grow up there. But I did everything in order to make sure I stayed with her. Mother was broken ever since the old man left, she wouldn't survive without me.” I stopped for a moment to calm my nerves, not liking the fact that I was getting worked up over this.

   I stole a glance at Hyukjae and he met my gaze. We held it for a second before he motioned me to go on.

   “I managed to stay with mother, and everything was fine, on the outside. On the inside I was scared, so scared. I didn't want to go outside because that man might be waiting for me. The cops found him and shut him and his business down. I know that he believes it was all my fault that this happened, and it is. There was a message that we got one day, an envelope that slid under the door one night. It was from that man and it said that he would find me and kill me for what I did. He would kill me and mother...I-I couldn't let that ha-p-pen, and I did what I needed to by never going out.” I finally finished my long explanation, and I hoped that it would at least help to soften what anger Hyukjae felt for me.

   I lowered my head and looked into my lap. My hands rested on my legs and I nervously shifted where I sat. It was a long and awkward silence, and it gave me time to think things over.

   I wasn't sure how Hyukjae would react to everything that I told him. He could take pity and forgive me because I had a reason. It was something terrible that happened to me and my mother and I don't think that even to this day I can forget that night. My few friends who stayed by my side and never left, only being let in when my mother was home to open the door. They are my closest friends and even they don't know anything about why I decided to shy away from the outside world.

   It was a scary decision that I had to make, but I still made it. I think that if I could go back in time and change all of that, I probably would. Hyukjae might still be the kind boy he was when we were children. He might become protective again and want to start anew, become friends again and change our lives for the better. It would be a miracle, and I somewhat believed in his generosity.

   Then again, it could be the total opposite. He could hate me with all of his power and never want to talk to or see me again. It was unfair that I didn't tell him anything, keeping secrets from the one person I trusted most. Withholding information from my best friend who would do anything for me. It was an unforgivable sin and I was in the wrong. I could have told him about our situation and he would have helped. He had enough money to pay off our debts and we could live with him and his family. His house was even big enough.

   I don't know how, but maybe if I had told him, things wouldn't have ended up how they did. I could have simply explained everything in the first place, six years ago. Maybe even eight years ago when we were ten and my old man left me. And everything would change and I could be happy, loving my best friend. I might even be able to come out and confess my feelings towards him. Hyuk might even be able to accept those feelings and grow to like me in that way also.

   Or maybe nothing would have changed. People never forget things, and maybe that man wouldn't have been satisfied with what we gave them. He still wants my blood, even if he is locked behind steel bars. I'm sure he'll get his revenge, too. I just hoped that I could have the courage, or the power, to stop it when the time comes.

   I only racked up enough courage to go outside of the house for the first time in so long, because of my desire to see Hyukjae. I wanted to feel him up close, to be just inches away from him. To have that eternity of a distance close and everything to be better. Those thoughts drove me over the edge to where I was about to go insane if I didn't see him.

   And when I finally got what I wished for, it was as if my world exploded. I was on a high, losing my breath, not able to focus, and I would have been happy if I died right then and there. Until I woke up the next morning in his bed. Oh what a terrible thing to happen. It was as though my mind shattered and reality hit me. I was pulled from my cloud nine and plummeted to the ground with full force. I didn't know what to do, and I still don't.

   Even if I usually got what I wanted when I put forth the effort to get it, I don't think that Hyukjae is something that I could grasp onto. A treasure so out of reach that I would have died to own. I only hoped that he would forgive me instead of shunning me after all I did.

   “Donghae,” he called my voice in a soft whisper, pulling me away from my train of thoughts.

   I looked up and saw that he was looking forward without a trace of emotion on his face.

   “Y-Yes?” I replied, trying to keep my voice calm and steady. Failing miserably.

   “Why didn't you tell me?” He asked in the smallest voice. “I could have helped you. You didn't have to hide things from me like that. We were best friends, and best friends tell each other everything.”

   I averted my eyes when he turned his head to look at me. He went on and I winced as each word left his mouth.

   “I can't forgive you. I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive someone like you. A bastard with an ice cold heart, an idiot who doesn't care for others.” He stopped and I lifted my head slightly to look into his hate filled eyes.

   “I-” my voice was cut short when he scoffed.

   “Don't try to explain anymore. I'm sorry about the miserable life you had to live, but I thought that you trusted me enough to tell me these things. Confide in me sometimes, that's what I wanted to do. You were always so happy, smiling every time I saw you. How was I supposed to know what was going on? You didn't give me a choice, and you still don't.”

   My mind stopped, and I felt something wet slide down my face, falling on my hands that rested in my lap. I looked down and saw a few droplets of water drip off of my face.

   “Get out. I can't be your friend, and I can't forgive you. Just go and never come back.” His words were filled with pure hatred, stabbing me in the chest every time.

   Yet he continued to beat me up.

   “You never should have left your little house. I was fine until you showed up and I'll be fine afterwards.” His voice was cold and unmoving.

   “Hyuk, I-” My voice cracked and I choked on my words as I burst out in tears.

   “Now that I think about it,” he started, standing up from the bed and pulling me off it with him, “I never really liked you.”

   That was it, I lost all of my resolve and my knees gave out. I fell to the ground, not caring about to harsh pain that shot through my legs at the impact. My body shuddered and I cradled my head in my hands, sobbing exponentially.

   “You were always so annoying. A little brat with no worries. Acting cute and shy in front of others, getting everything you ever wanted. No wonder both of your dads left you. You're probably a ing evil kid on the inside.”

   With every word I felt myself shrink into the floor. I cried my eyes out, and clutched onto my shirt, over my heart, desperately wanting it to stop hurting.

   “Leave my house and never come back. If you do, I'll kill you.” He seethed and I felt my numb body being pulled upwards and dragged out the house.

   I was pulled along the floors and thrown down the stairs. He shoved me out the door, and I looked up at him through my bruised and teary eyes. The next eight words to leave his lips, made my body shrivel and my being seep into non-existence.

   “I hate you Lee Donghae. Just go die.”

 

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