“So are you guys tired from today’s activities?” the hyper tour guide’s voice echoed thanks to the microphone in the bus.

“Not at all~” the tourists cheered while Minho was at the back seat, snuggling with his only possession, the blanket.

“Great! But we have to get up early tomorrow because we’re gonna get out of town. Get up at six, breakfast at seven and rolling out at eight~ So remember this code everyone!” She responded, making signals with her fingers whenever a number is pronounced.

“Six, seven, eight!” everyone shouted.

“What? I can’t here you~” the guide teased.

“Six, seven, eight!” the passengers screamed even louder.

“Again?”

“Six, seven, eight!!!” they replied, followed by giggles while Minho covered his head under the blanket with a groan.

“Excellent! Now, everyone give yourself a round of applause!” she instructed happily, and everyone did as she told.

Ugh.

 

*****

 

The handsome boy let out a relief sigh as he landed on his hotel bed. He sighed once more and got up, heading to the toilet. He needed to pee. Once in the bathroom, with his pants pulled down, he relieved himself. While he was doing so, he got bored and noticed some unique buttons on the toilet seat. Being the curious person he was he couldn’t help but randomly chose a blue button to press. Don’t ask him why he chose that particular button, maybe it’s because blue was his favourite colour.

A light machine-like sound was heard and he looked at the direction of the sound. Right inside the toilet bowl, a small thin pipe-like thing slided out slowly, causing the curious boy to stare at it.

All of a sudden, water started to push its way from a tiny hole from the pipe thingy directly at Minho’s face. 

“A-Ah!!!”

The water continued spraying while the pitiful boy tried to find an ‘off’ switch for whatever what attacking him.

“Y-Yah!!!”

And it continued.

“! Damn it! What is this !?”

“How does it stop!? Stop damn it!”

 

*****

 

Without having any coat or such, the boy with a yellow t-shirt and pants that reached up his knees, covered himself with a bathrobe. He went out of the hotel to look for food. True, he had money but the hotel’s food was quite the price. He figured that most probably there’s much cheaper food outside.

As he stepped out to search for fuel for his grumbling stomach, cold breeze seeps in his body and he couldn’t help but to hug himself. Walking towards a road-side stall he saw, he sat down and poured himself a small glass of whatever liquid from a green glass bottle.

Is it even edible?

He turned to look at his sides and saw a guy drinking it, so he tried it himself. It tasted like alcohol, just as like he thought. An aunty who was the cook for that small stall gave him his dish.

“Um… What is this?” Minho asked.

“Chicken or beef?”

The old aunty nodded.

“Nonono… I mean, this, chicken?” He pointed at the plate filled with meat and used his arms and flapped it like wings.

The aunty nodded.

“Pig? Oink Oink. ” he pulled his nose up like a piggy.

She noded.

“Or beef? Moo moo.” He used two of fingers from both of his hands to make horns.

“So… what?”

He waited and the old lady nodded again, but this time she replied by saying something in korean.

If only I agreed with my dad to learn this language.

“The hell she says yes to everything…” he mumbled as he took the chopsticks and spoon and begin eating whatever meat that was.

Right at the moment he placed a spoon of the meat in his mouth, the old aunty came back and showed him a magazine with a smile. On the cover of the magazine was a cute model, hugging a fluffy white dog.

And she pointed at the dog.

That was enough for Minho to spit whatever crap that was in his mouth back into the bowl. With a disgusted face, he shouted.

“! !”

The latter drank a lot of soju and screamed at the aunty in English saying that he won’t be eating this anymore. But duh the lady didn’t understand.  So he made this ‘X’ sign with his arms saying about 8 ‘No’s’ .

 

*****

 

Minho wobbled around the empty roads of Seoul, not sure where was he heading. Maybe he drank too much of that alcoholic stuff or something.

On the other side of the street, the happy, thin boy was carrying many bags of clothes and souvenirs. He just came back from shopping and was heading back to some bathhouse when he a saw a guy sleeping on the street. If it was just any guy, he would probably walk away since he was a hobo. But it was the guy that he knew from the plane, so either he’s Korean or from his own country.  But he didn’t really give a damn so he just walked over the sleeping latter and continued to his destination.

After bathing in the public bathhouse, Taemin exited the place. While he was drying his hair, he thought about the boy that was sleeping by the street. Was he still asleep there? If he was, that’s just dumb. He could die of hyperthermia. Since he didn’t want anyone to die, he went back to the place he saw Minho and as he expected, the elder was still there. Only this time, he was shivering.

With a sigh, Taemin decided to help him. He dragged the taller’s body by his arm and left him at the bathhouse at the place where they kept shoes. The feminine-like boy was kind of surprised that the other wasn’t awake yet and then, Taemin left him there, sleeping with shoes. Well, at least he won’t freeze to death now would he?

 

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Ta-daa!!! They met xD