not sure where this idea came from, but please, enjoy.

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    Yijeong sat alone in the dim apartment, the only light coming from the big windows in front of him. He curled up on the couch, knees pulled to his chest and chin resting on top, watching the cities building lights, captivating his attention. A few months ago he would have been counting down the seconds to come here, to see him, to not have to worry about anything as long as he was next to him, but now its just him, and the emptiness of these walls. He can't remember where it went wrong. He doesn't want to remember. He can't go into his memories and find the good pieces of history with him without somehow leading up to the point where everything turned into a storm. 
    He closed his eyes. It was almost mignight. He would be home soon. Yijeong didn't want to be awake when he came home so he could come up with some stupid reason to be mad at him. Yijeong doesn't consider this place his home anymore. He needed to leave and he knew that. He couldn't bring himself to. Where was there to go? His friend moved halfway to the other side of the country. His family had flown to America for the summer, leaving him to go nowhere but stay here, and endure anything he could possibly recieve from the onlder man. He sighed and dragged himself off of the black couch, going to the window and resting his head on the cool glass. He watched as the cars below left paths of blurred red yellow and white lights. He lifted his head off the window and turned to make his way to their shared room, his heart just sinking at that thought. He saw the wilting flowers sitting in a vase on the counter top and sighed, he really couldn't keep anything alive, barely himself. He walked to their room, grabbed his little notebook from inside his bedside table drawer and scribbled something.
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    If you love a flower, don't pick it up. Because if you pick it up, it dies, and ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.
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    Yijeong woke sometime in the morning, but instead of it being the sunlight through the large windows, it was motion coming from next to him. He instinctively froze, not wanting to move and accidentally wake up the blonde haired male. When the movement stopped, he turned his head to see the boy laying facing his direction, but head down and sound asleep. Yijeong could smell the heavy scent of the alcohol, he wasn't surprised. He knew the signs. He would wake up hungover with a headache, the headache would make him angry, and so on. Yijeong was tired of the constant abuse from him. He knew he should leave. His mind told him to leave now, the boy most likely wouldn't wake until later. Yijeong took in his appearance. He looked so fragile, broken. Yijeong felt nothing for this man who he once called his lover anymore. He had no spark of love left for him, at least, that is what he told himself. But looking at him now... Yijeong almost felt like he should take care lof him. But that little side of him knew better, knew now was the time to go. Go where? He had no idea, he would find somewhere. He slowly got up, watching the sleeping boy making sure he was not noticed. 
    He slowly pushed open the closet door. He had already put together a bag of clothes. not his entire wardrobe, but enough, leaving the things he liked less behind so it wasn't obvious. If he found out Yijeong was planning on leaving... Yijeong didn't want to think like that. He made his way over to the front door. He hoped he was far enough away and he was knocked out pretty well that he wouldn't hear the door. He grabbed a paper and his pen and wrote something on it, leaving it on the counter where he would see it.
    Its been too long of this. I gave you unlimited chances to fix things, but it awlays becomes the same way it started. This is it, I'm going. Don't come look for me, I don't want to be found. Goodbye, Jaeho.
    He quietly slipped out the door and restorted to taking the stairs down the five floors. It gave him time to think. He sat down on the stairs and pulled out his notebook to scribble something into it.
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    Two things you should never waste your time on? Things that don't matter and people who think that you don't matter.
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    Yijeong didn't know where he was going. He pushed up the strap of his backpack that was falling off of his shoulder and looked around at where he was. He was in the city, somewhere. He couldn't exactly say, he isn't in the city very often, as Jaeho may have come home anytime and needed to be taken care of. He shuddered at that thought, and realized he wouldn't have to worry anymore. But what he did have to worry about was a place to stay, where was he suppost to go? He had little money on him, only enough to keep him living, and he did not know anyone. He just kept walking, hoping he would find something. 
    It was July, hot, and humid. He knew it wasn't a good idea to stay outside and keep walking, but what else could he do?
    It had become dark quickly, to Yijeongs surprise. He didn't know what time it was, but he was thankful that the air around him was cooling down. His legs ached from walking all day, and had to sit somewhere, but he was not tired. The thought of Jaeho finding him and taking him back was what fueled his adrenaline to keep moving. He ducked into a dark alley that partially opened on the other end and sat on the gravel below him. There was no one around, on either side of him. He let his head rest against the back of the brick wall, and for the first time in a while, he felt able to breathe. He felt like he was free, that he had nothing to fear. For the first time in a while, he felt... happy. He opened his eyes and smiled slightly at the thought of no more torture, no more suffering. He may not have known where he was headed, but he knew it started a new life of better things. He reached for his notebook.
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    It feels so good to be lost in the right direction.
    He hastily put his notebook away. He heard footsteps advancing towards him, and his head shot in that direction, fear had taken over his body for a moment. He noticed it was a man who looked taller than him, had dark hair, and a wore a worried expression. He had a sweatshirt and dark jeans on, and crouched next to Yijeong.
    "Hey, are you okay?" He asked. He had a nice face, and his voice was laced with concern.
    Yijeong looked at him a moment before answering. "Yes, yes I'm okay. Why?" He couldn't help but wonder why he would just approach him like this.
    "Well, I was walking by down the other end, and I saw you here, I thought you were hurt, you look young and it's a bit late, so I came to see if you were alright."
    Yijeong was warmed by the strangers generosity. "Oh, well, no, I'm not hurt at all, thank you, though." He smiled at the man. He prceeded to stand up, and the man followed his actions. He was taller than himself, he noticed. "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm Yijeong, by the way." Yijeong started to walk out the closer end of the alley, the man walking alongside him.
    He smiled a warm smile. "I'm Dokyun." They turned the corner out of the alley and continued on the sidewalk, passing some closing stores. "Sorry to be nosy, but what are you doing out here so late anyway?"
    Yijeong knew he wasn't trying to get into his business, so he kept the explanation short and simple. "I ran away."
    "But running away can't solve your problems."
    Yijeong sighed. "For this it can."
    Dokyun turned his head slightly towards the boy and noticed he stayed quiet. He decided to move on, and not press on further with that subject. "So Yijeong, where exactly were you planning to go?"
    "I don't know, actually. Hoping to find somewhere." Dokyun couldn't let this kid sit out in the street, or wander around, and someone like him, who knows what could happen.
    "Hey, I know I just picked you up from something dangerous probably happening, but since you're a nice kid, you can stay at my place for a while." Yijeong looked up at the kind stranger.
    "Really?" Yijeong smiled brightly. "Thank you!"
    Dokyun wanted to find out as much as he could without getting to personal as he could with the boy on the walk to his home. "So do you like the city? Its pretty noisy isn't it?"
    "I don't mind it. It wouldn't be my choice, but its nice. I like the bright lights and how you aren't alone, no matter where you are. Its nice. What about you? Why do you live here?"
    Dokyun smiled. "I have lived here since I was a child, and I love it. Everything about it." Dokyun talked about why he loved the city, and all the factors that made him enjoy it. Yijeong could see the passion for what he loved a lot in his eyes, the way he spoke about it. Yijeong smiled and listened to all he had to say.
    Once they got to Dokyuns cozy apartment, he showed Yijeong to the guest room, and left him alone for the night. Yijeong looked out the window to the much noisier street one floor below. He remembered the look in Dokyuns eyes when he described his childhood memories of the city. He quicky reached for his notebook.
    140703
    People are prettiest when they talk about something they really love with passion in their eyes.
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    Yijeong had been staying with Dokyun for the past few days, and he tried to stay out of the elders way as much as possible. Dokyun and Yijeong had opened up to each other quite a lot. It broke both of their hearts to leave a new friend both of them enjoyed meeting, But Yijeong had to be on his way. He left saying 'I know where I must go, but thank you for keeping me, I really appreciate it.' Dokyun managed to give the boy his cellphone number, incase he happened to ever get one. Jaeho didn't want Yijeong to be in contact with other people other than himself, so he just didn't allow him to have one. Yijeong shook the memory out of his head and walked out of the apartment building with a heavy heart of having to leave Dokyun.
    Truth was, Yijeong had no clue where he was going. He just needed to get going, he didn't want to stay too long in the same place, in fear of being caught, even though he learned Dokyun was older than Jaeho. He had too keep moving.
    Night rolled around faster than Yijeong wanted it too, but he was not tired, and did not plan on sleeping, even if he found somewhere to stay. The darkness crept up on the city the more he walked, and the streetlights became blinding the more he went on. He walked on, passing people, but stopped short when he noticed something, or someone walking around, franticly turning his head left and right, scanning every person. Yijeong did the quickest thing he could. He ducked into the nearest alley, which was a few feet back, he had just passed it. It was dark, and he ran as far down as he could and pressed himself up against the wall. His breathing was rapid, and his heart beating fast. He did not want it to end like this, no it couldn't. He closed his eyes, not seeming to notice a lingering presence watching him closely at the farthest end of the alley. The blood pumping in his ears was louder than the actual mans footsteps, he tried to convince himself it was just his imagination. 
    All hope immedialty drained as soon as he felt someone harshly grab his collar and pull him forward, a small whimper esacping his lips. He felt the older man get close to his face, he could smell the alcohol from whatever he may have been drinking.
    He smirked evilly, pure hatred in his eyes. "I found you, I knew I would find you, Yijeong-ah~" He laughed with a lack of humor. His face turned serious. "What do you think you are doing? Running away? You can't run away from me~" He the side of Yijeongs face as he desperately tried to pull away from him. He just grabbed him tighter. "You... you are coming home with me right n-" His sentence was cut off as he was pushed back, no, thrown back, by a slightly larger figure. Jaeho looked up. "What do you think you're doing, ?" He shoved at the guy, but he barely moved.
    "What do you think you're doing, huh?" He shoved at Jaeho and he stumbled back, almost falling to the ground. Before Jaeho could make a remark, the stranger grabbed him harshly by the collar of his shirt and brought him close and spoke in a low tone, it sent shivers down Yijeongs spine. "If you ever lay a hand on him again as long as he is in my presence, I swear you will not live to see the next day." He threw Jaeho to the ground. But despite being drunk, stupid Jaeho returned, and spat another insult at the man.
    Yijeong watched in horror as he pulled back his fist and released it, sending it straight for Jaehos perfectly sculpted face. This time, he held his jaw in what looked to be incredible pain, and stumbled away, not before sending Yijeong a look that could kill. He didn't notice he was trembling until this man gently took his wrist in his hand and tugged him in the opposite direction that Jaeho went. Yijeong stayed still, afraid this man was somehow teamed up with Jaeho, dispite the fact he just punched his face in. The man turned to him and slowly approached him. He was around Dokyuns height, which was still taller than him. "I'm not dangerous, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." His tone was much lighter than before when confronting Jaeho, and it made Yijeongs heart flutter in his chest. He decided to follow him, hoping he would take him anywhere but somewhere where he may see Jaeho again.
    They arrived at what he guessed to be his house, a small apartment with two rooms, enough for one person, two or three at the most. He didn't want to keep the boy up any longer than Yijeong honestly wanted to, so he let him sleep in the spare room, right next to the mans own room. He sprawled out on the bed. He removed his sweatshirt and sat up examining the room, quickly becoming tired. He can't remember why Jaeho had turned this way, he used to love him with his whole heart. Then everything turned around one night, after he came home late, drunk. His heart pained at the memories of them together when everything was okay. When did this Jaeho become lost among the other thousands of peronalities? Why was he stuck with this one? Why did Jaeho do this to him, why did he stop loving him? Did he ever love Yijeong at all? With the last of his energy, he took out his notebook.
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    Everyone who says hello, will one day say goodbye. Sometimes without a warning, or giving a reason why.
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    Yijeong barely got the sleep he wanted to. He was afraid to sleep, to dream about what may have happened if the man was not there to save him yesterday. He dozed off now and then, but couldn't stay asleep, he didn't want to. A few minutes earlier he heard the other man get up, he waited before he hesitantly got up, and walked out of the room.
    He saw the man sitting at the table, head down, on his phone. He heard him walk in, his head lifted and he made eye contact with the younger boy. In the birghter light, he could really see his face, he was beauitful. His dark black hair came just below his eyebrows, his eyes were dark, but everything fit him perfectly, he was much more beautiful than he had imagined overnight. He stood up.
    As Yijeong walked into the kitchen, he saw the man lift his head up. In the much clearer daytime, with the sunlight hitting his face at the perfect angle- as Yijeong put it- he could reaaly see him better, he was beautiful. His brown hair was lazily pushed out of his face. His cheekbones were defined perfectly, and Yijeong could see a small little birthmark on the right side of his nose. Everything suited him so well, he was more beautiful that Yijeong could have ever imagined. He stood up.
    "Good morning," He nodded at the boy. Yijeong nodded as a silent responce. Yijeong walked toward the counch, and slwoly took a seat, the man soon following him after walking out of the kitchen area. He sat down on the chair opposite of where Yijeong sat, and the boy stayed quiet. "I know in the rush of things last night, I had no time to fully tell you who I am. My name is Song Kyungil, and I'm sorry I couldn't catch yours earlier." Yijeong looked at Kyungil. His voice was beautiful, too. Everything was beautiful about him.
    "Yijeong, Jang Yijeong," He held eye contact with Kyungil, and brough one leg to his chest, sitting on the other. Kyungil stood up and sat beside Yijeong.
    "You are probably thinking, since you are in my house, you probably owe me an explanation of what exactly was going on last night." Yijeong bit the inside of his lip, and looked down. "Its okay, I don't really think I need one." Yijeong was surprised by this. He looked up at him. Up close, he was, well, beautiful, but more beautful. He could see his eyes, they shone with an emotion he couldn't decipher. Yijeong felt guilty, he thought it seemed like he wanted Kyungil to look after him. 
    "You basically saved my life, and as cliche as it seems, I mean it. I should at least tell you something," Kyungil was silent, showing him he could continue if he really wanted to. "I... He, Jaeho, was my boyfriend..." Kyungil tilted his head slightly, but not in question, simply just to see the boy better. "I don't know what happened, but, it all went wrong one day, he just..." He took a deep breath to prevent from sobbing. "Stopped loving me," He ended in a soft voice. He failed at keeping his emotions in, he was crying. He lowered his head onto his leg, still against his chest and realized that even just this little bit, saying it outloud and realizing no matter how much the elder would abuse him, he still loved him. But this couldn't continue now.
    He felt Kyungils hand on his shoulder, it pulled him to sit up straight, he kept his head low. Kyungil came closer to him. His other hand lifted his face so it was level with his, He swiped away the boys tears with his thumb. "You don't have to worry about that anymore, Yijeong-ah," Yijeong looked at him though watery eyes. Kyungil spoke softly. "I think you're beautiful." Yijeong felt as if his heart exploded. He looked at the older. He saw sincerity sparkling in his eyes. Kyungil, with his heart in his throat, slowly leaned forward, and captured the youngers lips with his. Yijeong couldn't describe what he was feeling, it was a mixture of pleasurable emotions. But over all that, he felt confusion. Why would Kyungil choose him? If Jaeho didn't want him, why would anyone else?
    But Kyungil understood. He knew what was going on when he saved Yijeong. He had his own experience. He knew what it felt like, he did not want someone as young and innocent as Yijeong to have to be put through something like that. He pulled away and saw shock and confusion in his eyes. He back up an inch or two, and explained everything to Yijeong, explained why.
    Yijeong couldn't explain the gratitude he suddenly felt towards Kyungil, he needed to thank him somehow. That day would roll around soon enough. Yijeong went to bed that night with a light heart, and a start on the future.
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    The sign of a beautiful person is that they always see the beauty in others.

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well i hope none of you hate me. i was stuck on the end for a few days but nope i had to give you all /something/

also fun fact: the date in the description is my birthday!!! june 26th i turned 14!!

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