'Who asked you to bring those people along with you?' Jun asked him as soon as they boarded the Mercedes. 'Don't do things on your own' 

Minghao felt the need to defend himself, when he was not at the fault. ' I thought it'd be a nice change to sit and eat with people, if you would have talked to them, they would have kept you entertained' 

'I don't need people for entertainment, I can watch a movie in my phone, thank you very much'  Jun hissed, which made the other gasp. 

'Don't be a hypocrite Jun!'  Minghao exclaimed, peeking his head from the shot gun to look directly at his master. 'Who was the one who texted me during class hours, i'm trying to be considerate' 

Minghao noticed how the boy had this unexplainable expression on his face, one moment he was embarrased, the next moment he saw a surge of anger and the next moment a smirk at the corner of his lips, and finally the calmness which meant that by now, he had some retort prepared to shoot back at him in reply.

'Yeah, you work for me and YOU are supposed to entertain me, not your worthless friends' 

Minghao saw red at that. 

'Don't call my friends worthless, if you wish to not want to be hit again' 

At this, Jun caught hold of his already loose sleeve. 'Don't think you are the only one to know about fighting, I've been learning Wushu and hapkido all my life....It won't take long for me to loose patience' 

Minghao, would never like to admit, but the truth is that, the look Jun gave him at that moment was so intimidating, that he felt his thighs quiver slightly. They kept their eyes on each other, and MInghao's neck began to hurt slightly at that.

The driver was giving them a confused stare, not knowing what to do if at all they start hitting each other. 

Jun slowly released his grip on that pitiful loose red tee and at the same time, Minghao also withdrew himself, turning to the seat in normal posture, his vision unfocused at the scenery of passing roads of Seoul city. 

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'Don't keep your face like that, you look ugly' Seungkwan remarked and that didn't help in improving Minghao's foul mood.

'Thanks hyung, I needed that' The chinese boy rolled his eyes, that didn't go unnoticed by the cook. 'I thought you weren't serious, why what happened?'

'Jun happened' 

'What about my son?' A woman's voice reached his ears, and the boy immediately straightened himself from leaning on the kitchen counter. 

It was Jun's mom. 

'N-Nothing, Ma'am' The boy stuttered and Seungkwan had this horrified expression on his face, his hands slightly shaking, over dramatic as always. 

The lady nodded, shooting a sharp glare towards the cook before walking away from the place, dressed up in a purple colour silk maxi dress, the ends of it slightly sweeping the floor. 

Minghao pressed his palm flat on his chest, mouth forming an "O" at the near danger experience. Seungkwan didn't even look at him, his own hands trembling much evident from staggeredly he's cutting the vegetables. When the chinese boy neared him, the cook muttered a small "later, after everyone's asleep" and he felt like with the way Seungkwan spoke, they are about to go for shop liftting. 

                                                 

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Minghao's phone dinged and he honestly thought it was Jeonghan again sending him some adult jokes. It was actually Jun, his boss. 

Meet me at terrace, it's an order

He looked to his side, Seungkwan asleep with one leg out of the bed, making him think if he was giving enough space for the cook to sleep. But thar's not the point. 

They had a little talk.

 

"Jun....he grew up in a bad atmosphere..." Seungkwan said, later that night when they retired to the room, after dinner. Jun was particularly cold towards him and he was thankful that he had to eat in the kitchen, saving himself from the awkward situation.

The chinese boy couldn't figure out what could go wrong when you are fed gourmet food with golden spoon. Looking at his expression, the cook shook his head.

'Money cannot bring happiness as we think it would do, Hao....sometimes the lack of people there for you when you need them can cause significant deep impressions in your heart....' 

'He has his parents...' Minghao started. 

'Not parents, only a parent....his father left him right after he was born....Mrs.Wen and Mr. Qi had been at the end of their wedding, not able to take it anymore and was struck in the middle when they heard the news of arrival of their child. He had already informed her that he would be there only till she gives birth to their son....'

Minghao couldn't help but gasp. As a fatherless child he knows the difficulty of growing up, often asked around for the man who gave birth to him. 

'His mother completely abandoned him in the name of work, leaving him alone to play with toys....my mom took care of him as his nanny....'

His heart clenched at that, and from what he could see Seungkwan also feels the same. 

'I know he's rude and pretty much a jerk, but for the remaining twenty eight days, try to be friendly with him as much as possible, I have never seen someone ever there for him, truly caring and showing affection for him, the jerks he hang out with are after his fame...' 

 

Minghao wanted to hear what the other has in store for him. 

 

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There is a  ring of smoke in dark night sky, the first thing he sees as he enters the terrace. It almost made him think that it was beautiful until his eyes located the source of it. 

It's none other than, Wen Junhui; puffing from the white cancer stick, inhaling a breath and releasing the white smokey strings in air. 

Minghao doesn't have anything against people who smoke or neither is he allergic to it. He just doesn't understand why people try to find ways to reduce their stipulated time on this earth. Those few days or years, are they willing to exchange for some worthless state of euphoria.

'Didn't know you smoke' He voiced out his thoughts.

Jun seemed to look calm, as though he wanted to display himself this way before Minghao.

'So what....does it make a difference on how you're looking at me?' 

Now that question triggered the young boy to speak volumes on how it was not his fault that Mr.Qi left. But his brain to mouth filter doesn't fail him at the required moment. 

'It doesn't matter, and it's not too late to save yourself from cancer' 

Jun snorts at that. 

'Do you think I'm some sort of chain smoker?' He asked with a wiggling eyebrow, currently crouched on the floor of terrace, in the most stylish way possible. 'I don't smoke that much...it just, helps me to calm down...' 

'You can talk to some one...you can chew bubble gum....you can even listen to music...anything but this...' Minghao said, walking close to him, talking the liberty of whisking away the cigarette, dropping it down and stomping it with his flip flops. He's too absorbed in the situation to care about the burnt side of the rubber at the slipper's back.

'Talk to someone?...like who in the world has time to come and listen to my ?....' Jun hissed, as he saw Minghao sitting next to him, leaning on the terrace wall....the open humid atmosphere not causing him any discomfort.

'One of those girls at the college gate, the girl who follows you everyday to class, Seungkwan, your mother.....me?'  Minghao hesitantly laid out the options, but the other remained silent, only to find he had his eyes intently on him. 

He could see Jun's eyes hardening for a moment, before relaxing to usual coldness. 

'I wish it could be easier, not when those people look at my bank balance and handsome face?'

'Handsome face?' Minghao snorted. 

'What..? Don't tell me you don't find me handsome?! That's like saying honey is not sweet!'

Jun had his eye balls widened, almost comically.

'Please, I have seen people handsome and full of themselves' The younger one said, stab- poking his finger on Jun's shoulder. 'But. you here, drowned in yourself to the point that you don't find anyone attractive' 

'That's not the truth' The answer came faster than he expected. 

'If you say so.....'

There was a moment of silence, before Jun began to speak again. 

'Actually, I called you here to.....apologize' 

Minghao was honestly taken aback. 

'You tried to help me out of boredom and any one else would have had a great time with your friends, especially Soonyoung....he's my junior so I know about him....but...' 

Jun's mind was revolving around the world for finding the words to explain his situation, and Minghao simply ended the storm by placing his hands on the other boy's shoulder. 

'It's okay, I understand Jun...no need of explanation...I seriously didn't take it as an offence' 

'Thank you'  A sincere smile played on the senior's lips.

Minghao, honestly got offended with the way Jun spoke about his hyungs, but after hearing from Seungkwan he realized, maybe....it wasn't the boy's fault, atleast entirely.

'Anytime, by the way does your family have any Japanese roots?'

Jun laughed out loudly at that, and Minghao couldn't help but find it beautiful.

'No...why?' He asked breathlessly. 

'Because you kind of ....you know have this Japanese structure in your face, that long nose and eyebrows....' 

His eyes kept wandering on the other's sculpted face and immediately diverted when he realized that he's checking him out, a small blush decorating his cheeks; hoping that the oblique moon's light won't be enough for the other to witness it. 

'Who knows, maybe some lady of my generation did it with a Japanese dude' 

Jun winked suggestively, which earned a little hit on his shoulder. 

They spent another thirty minutes talking like that, a good improvisation in their relationship from Minghao's point of view. He just hopes it lasts and turns to something called friendship...

or more than that. 

 

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Things were much better, as days went by. 

Minghao couldn't believe himself, that he somehow, strangely got himself accustomed to the  Wen's household. Jun was not giving him the cold shoulder anymore, but at the same time there's a definite wall between them, a perfect septum built out of insecuirty and hesitation. His mother didn't call him once in these two weeks, and he didn't care about it anyway. 

His focus for now, is to be friends with Jun and be kind to him as much as possible, because that guy deserved it and every one deserves affection in their lives. 

'Why is she always following you into class?' 

Minghao asked Jun, as the duo were walking to the Senior's class, just like every other morning. The girl looked pretty and he at first thought either of them must have a crush on the other, but the girl's too indifferent and Jun doesn't even look at her.

'Oh! She's Mina, my classmate...I paid her to be my escorter' 

The young man couldn't believe his ears. 

'Why would you...need someone to your ?'

'That way it won't be awkward to enter the class, duh!' Jun waved him off with his hands, the girl following silently behind him, probably cringing in  embarrasment as well. 

'Excuse me, how come did you agree to this?' Minghao couldn't help but ask the girl, who was hiding her face with hair. 

'No one can say "No" to extra money' 

He could hear Jun laughing, who was already into the class and the girl hurrying inside, following after her boss.

'I swear to lord, this boy is SO extra....' 

Minghao shook his head in disbelief.

 

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The young boy didn't know why he asked that question to him, It was the major embarrasment of his life, to be honest.

To ask some one out, in the most subtle way and get rejected in the next second, without missing a beat. 

'Let's hang out, tomorrow evening?' 

Jun seemed to give him a surprised look, seated on the recliner as usual, a mug of coffee in hand. 

'Actually, I have a load of work to be done...the due date is nearing and I can't afford to skip, but you are free to go...maybe next time?' 

Minghao couldn't help but feel that the question at the end was just for the sake of politeness. He reprimanded himself for thinking like a child when he knows Jun is not good with people, like Seungkwan said. 

'Sure, next time' 

 

He almost forgot about that incident, when he stepped into the arcade, all alone. Minghao knows that it was so pitiful of him to be all alone in a place where couples and friends hang out, the booming sound of game machines and the back ground laughter only fueling his misery. 

But that didn't last long when he saw a little guy with huge glasses, playing "catching fish" all by himself. The kid must not be more than twelve years old, wearing a straw hat and cute grey shorts, sighing every time he misses a fish. At the end only two tickets came out. 

'Annyeong!' 

The boy looked at him with widened eyes, thinking of him as some sort of child abducter. Minghao was quick to catch on his thoughts. 

Before the little one could move out of his seat, the chinese man stopped him, giving him a wide smile, but it quickly dissolved to a frown when he saw the horrified expression on the child's face.

Hey...don't be scared, I'm alone....give me company?'

The child didn't budge until Minghao gave him handful of tokens, that would suffice for the entire night. 

Currently the child was seated on the young man's lap, playing "catching fish", with little help from Minghao, now and then. Honestly, the latter couldn't help but feel excited, turning himself child like, the memories of his childhood sneaking into his mind. It's not the sad ones, actually. 

'Hyung, there are so many tickets!!' The little boy exclaimed, folding the rope of tickets so that they could fit into his pocket. 

'So many, indeed!' Minghao smiled at him, ruffling the boy's hair and the little one tried to dodge it but the former could see the small smile playing on his lips.

'Hyung, what's your name?' 

'I'm Xu Minghao, 20 years old, you?'

'I'm Samuel...Kim Samuel, 12 years old' 

 

 

Samuel was drinking cola from the bottle in large gulps, Minghao getting a can for himself; walking out of the arcade with a huge teddy bear and a "NY" hat. The chinese boy actually got the hat for himself, but when the kid gave him the puppy eyes, he simply put it on his messy head, smothering his face with the pink coloured teddy, playfully. 

The child waved him good bye, a happy smile playing on his face and the young boy was glad that he had met a cute dongsaeng today and that he  could actually make a child happy. 

Making some one happy gives a nice and deep satisfaction in one's heart, even though you have the capablity of hitting some one square on the face for throwing water on you. 

For a second, Minghao though his eyes failed him when he spotted some one similar to Jun in the crowd. He considered himself as a fool for a short while, concluding that he's thinking about the other too much to the point he sees him anywhere he goes. But a loud laughing sound caught his ears and the young boy could tell that sounded more like of Jun, throwing back to the moments when he judged them as beautiful sounds. 

He stood rooted to that place, his eyes trained on that person, and finally, after few seconds he could see that the person was, indeed Wen Junhui.

Jun was chatting eagerly with his friends, the one next to him was holding a huge beer bottle and someone around him passed a cigarette to him, the rich one taking puffs of it and forming smokey patterns in air, just like how he saw it in terrace. His eyes found the name board of a local mini bar and a chuckle of disbelief left his mouth. 

If it were the old Minghao, he would have gone straight up to that person and spew on how he was an to ignore him, but this...this taste of bitterness at the back of his throat, restricted himself from going upto him and ask, because he....he's no one to that inconsiderate jerk, who goes by the name of Wen Junhui. 

He thought he was just a socially awkward person who just doesn't know to communicate nicely, but in truth, this person has a gang of people following him through everything he does. 

Minghao drew a line between himself and Jun that moment, deciding that he didn't want to talk about it anytime soon.

 

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The next few days, Minghao fed Jun his own medicine, making sure the boy has the same taste of it and what bothered him the most is that, Jun didn't give a single about it. 

When he curtly replied for every time Jun asked him a question, the latter got the hint and fell into silence, the improvisation going down like it had never happened before. At college, things got even more awkward when the escorter girl began to have small talks with Hao, asking if he took the same job as her. 

He was unable to form an approrpriate answer at that, because it sound exactly like that, the only difference being, he was indebted in the form of a punch he delivered exactly twenty days ago. 

Ten days to go and then he'd have all the liberty in this world to show his middle finger whenever Jun passes by him.

He wanted them to be friends, but by his own actions they are now back to square one as strangers and he wouldn't be lying if he said he missed the little amount of time they got together. 

Jun's a fun person to socialize - speaking only if being spoken to, and a very rude person if he wanted to be. 

He's doubting Seungkwan's claim at the moment.

 

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'You said he didn't have friends, but some bunch of guys come and go, like....they were there on my first day here....what's going on?' 

Seungkwan didn't answer him, stirring the stew pot like it was no one's business. 

'Get over with it and talk to me! Seungkwan!' 

The cook switched off the stove and turned to him, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, a hand on his hip and slightly leaning on the counter. In one word he posed like a diva. 

'Those guys over there are not his real friends, they just come in here for free booze and cigars and in turn, Jun would look  like he tries to get along with them, but in the end he isolates himself and those guys would be talking among themselves...' Seungkwan said.

'You mean to say that he's blending with those people to show off that he also has friends' 

'Exactly and the worst part is that he doesn't even realize what he's doing at the moment....he really when it comes to socializing' The cook said, switching on the stove again, the content in it slightly forming bubble at the edges, evoking a nice aroma. 

'I saw him near a bar, few days ago with the same bunch of people....he even ditched me when I asked him to come along with me to arcade' 

Seungkwan shook his head. 'Really? It's a move, Hao....don't leave him alone without receiving a proper explanantion...' 

'You always support him, don't you?' Hao asked, smiling at the other's hesitation. 

Seungkwan smiled in reply. 'He needs Love, Hao...he doesn't know what he's getting himself into. Those guys are not his true friends...'

'But what if he likes them? It is not our place to judge him' Hao hinted at that. Maybe Seungkwan looking into things too much and Jun may not be affected that much.

'I've been here all my life, Minghao. Trust me'

'Whatever, it is not my business to take care of him, he can do all that he wants, look if i care' 

To say the least, he was thoroughly done with Wen Junhui. 

 

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That night, the atmosphere of the household  was quite heavy, given that the prince of the house hasn't returned home yet. Mrs. Wen had her fingers massaging her temples in frustration, the head maid contacting everyone the boy has connections with, including those bunch of guys whom he hangs out. 

'Ma'am, they don't know where he is..'

A small tear cascaded down her cheeks, but it only caught Hao's eyes; the lady quick enough to wipe it and put forth her strong demeanour. 

'Send in people to search for him, I want him here as soon as possible' She said in a small voice, returning to her room in fast pace and for the first time, Minghao felt bad for her. 

When few of the guards leaving the mansion to search for him, the young boy decided to head out as well. For all he knows, this could help him out of the house with four days still remaining in the account. Not that he was worried for Jun, nope, not at all.

 

 

 

The time in nearing midnight, and he knows that Jun has gotten himself into some serious . He first visited the mini bar he saw him the other day, got the addresses of those guys who hangs out with him and personally checked their houses - not that it was easy when few of them tried to be difficult with him and he had to spew some threats to silence them. 

He visited the local movie theatre, restaurants, bar....and still no sign of him. Half way through the journey, he admitted that he....he really worries for him, cares for him....likes him more than he thought he would....

Minghao called up the residence and found out that they still don't know about his whereabouts, the wheels in his head turning in enormous speed. 

He walked in through the alleyways, dangerous parts of the city, and he saw every citizen of the city except for the raven haired guy who looks like a Japan import. 

Minghao decided to seat himself in a park bench, tierd of running around and travelling four hours straight, the eerie calmness of the hours before day break along with the situation above his head, making him feel anxious and sorts. He closed his eyes for a bit and leaned on the back rest, a cool gush of wind making him shiver. The thought of him not looking for his mother when she at times, won't show up at night kind of made him chuckle in disbelief. 

How come I'm sacrificing my beauty sleep for a worthless rude   like him?

What have you done to me, Wen Junhui?

Oh boy! Do I like him?....god damn it! 

He was so absorbed in revaluating his life that he didn't notice patter of foot steps approaching him.

However, few cat calls got his attention. 

Minghao zoomed his vision to see few guys walking in a drunken state, carrying beer cans, what he assumes to be.

'Yo chic! waiting for who?!!!!!!!!!!!!' one of the guys screamed. The others seemed to notice that greasy man's call, sharing a huge round of laughter among them, as though he said something funny. 

'I'm not a chic, open your ing blind eyes!' Minghao never was the one to allow ty attitude. 

'I know that, but you are better than all of those chics I've had, babe' 

The young boy felt his skin breaking out in goosebumps, a feel that something's taking on a bad turn. 

'Go yourself,!' Minghao curse, slowly taking steps back when the five men surrounded him; all bulky in stature. He knows he could use some of his well learnt skills, but these guys.....he really doesn't know if he, at the moment, can handle them.

'Why should I?' That bulky man wearing a dirty tee and rugged jeans, eyed him suggestively. 'When I have the likes of you?' 

Minghao sprinted without a thought, using all of his stamina to run as fast as he could. He didn't wait for signals, nor did he wait for the vehicles to stop. He'd rather die like that instead of being a vegetable in someone's hold.  

His biggest mistake was him entering a dead road, a small alleyway to the left and a liquour shop at the right. The shop was pretty much a road side one and there was no option of hiding in there. He chose the alley way and was kind of relieved that there was a trash can, a bit walking through deep inside. 

The green bin perfectly matched his height,  and he called out for the all upper powers to protect him in his mind. But that glimmer of hope he thought he had, vanished, the moment a huge chubby hand lifted or more like yanked him out of the hiding spot by his hair, laughing like he's the most pathetic being in the world.

Well, he might be. 

For starters, he lost the guy who drives him crazy in both good and bad way.

And now his ity is going to be taken away from those thugs. 

But isn't he the great Minghao, the sassiest in the world?

With a new found strength, the Chinese boy hit him in the nuts, straight at the point and the hands that grabbed his hair is now grabbing air, scowling and talking gibberish in pain. Another one from the back aimed a stone at him, the young one who''s known for his agility, quickly dodged it, the huge stone hitting the brick balls and breaking into pieces.

He however lost, when they did a group attack on him. In his defence, he delivered quite hard kicks on their shins and landed few deadly punches, but when two people got his arms and one sitting on his legs with his body spread out on the dirty floor, Minghao realised he's done for good. 

The one he attacked earlier stood up. He had eating grin on his face and his hands slowly reached out for his own pant belts, unbuckling them.

'I'm gonna spank you with this belt before I take you and these men will follow me after' 

Minghao spit on his face and a hard shoe ladden foot kicked his gut, making him cough out blood slightly. That dirty bastard dropped his pants to his floor and was advancing towards Minghao. 

...........

The huge grin on the man's face disappeared when he grunted out in pain and fell to the floor, the source of it still not visible for the laid down boy. 

Seconds later his eyes found the face of the man, his heart had been reaching out for. 

Jun delivered a good kick on the advancing man's stomach, flpping his whole body, striking the other man's wrist, twisting them for good. He dodged a iron rod throw that came out of nowhere, it hitting the brick wall.

The senior kicked the man's face, in a classic kick boxing position, spinning on his heels to hit a man's neck, the said man clutching it in pain and falling into the ground. Minghao got up and tried to help him, but Jun did not leave him any work to do, cleaning off all the roaches within a moment or so. 

When those hefty men scrambled and left the place, silence what remained in the air. 

An awkward silence, at that....where none of them knew what to do next. 

Jun, however simply turned his back walking away, the red leather jacket he was wearing creating a beautiful contrast with the street light illuminating the end of the dark alleyway, small dusts looking like snow flakes. 

He almost looked like a prince out of a fairy tale book. 

'Wait!' Minghao shouted but the other didn't pay any heed to it. 

His ing rude .....i like him though....ughhh...

The younger boy couldn't handle his inner monologue as well. 

'Jun, please wait!' The said person kept walking away from him, and Minghao had mustered up the stamina left over in him to run over to the older one, who had this straight face and heavy eyes. 

'Stand for a second, let's talk!' 

'There's nothing to talk, Minghao....you might as well leave, to your home' 

The young one felt something drop into the pit of his abdomen. 

'Nothing to talk....I thought I was your friend, Jun....'

'Friends don't ignore each other, Minghao and you yourself admitted that you don't care for me...' The older one hissed at him, harshly tugging the other's elbow. 

The young one realized that he must have heard his exchange of words with Seungkwan, earlier that evening.

Misery and betrayal is what he saw in Jun's eyes. 

'Friends don't ditch each other for other, Junhui...the mini bar you went last time is much closer to the arcade I went, than you thought' 

Minghao could see realization colouring the other's eyes, the grip on his elbow going limp and the other had this look of disbelief on his face. The young one promised himself that if Jun could justify his actions even with a single lame reason, he'd throw himself on him and confess his feelings. 

He never knew he was that whipped. 

'So is this all about me not going out with you to the arcade?'

'No!' Minghao exclaimed. 'This is about you lying to me, saying that it you have some work to do and next moment I see you hanging out with your own group of friends, Seungkwan said few things about you and I..I thought you took me as your friend..but in reality you take me for-'

'Shut up, Minghao' 

Jun chuckled and it honestly triggered the thug side of his. 

'Am I sounding funny to you?' 

The older boy gripped his biceps and shook him slightly. 

'Listen to me carefully, I was doing my work when I got a call from my employee Mina-'

'Employee?' 

'My escorter! Don't you remember her?' 

Oh! That Mina...poor girl..

'She's working in that local bar and some brutes were trying to..you know...so I went there and whooped their , because I'm the only one to know how to fight...does this make any sense to you?' 

Minghao nodded but the image of him smoking with some guys came to his mind. 

With his hand in air and his mouth agape to further accuse him, Jun shut his mouth by placing his palm on  it.

'Let me finish, when I came out, I saw them there and it would be very impolite of me to not to greet them' 

Minghao let out a howling sound in return. ' Since when did our Jun treats people nicely, Hmmn?' He wiggled his eyebrow for extra effect, knowing the fact that he should be feeling guilty for he judged him, a little bit too quickly. Well, seems like to him, it can wait for a while. 

Jun chuckled slightly in return, head ducking down slightly. 

'Since the day I saw you...' 

Minghao's heart sped up on hearing that, feeling like he fell down from a high altitude, blood leaving his face and rushing back again with much faster pace. 

He cleared his throat in response. 

'I'm sorry....I should have asked you to explain instead of ignoring you...' 

Jun waved his hands off.

'That's okay, being ignored is not new for me......' 

If the young one didn't feel guilty before, now he definitely did. His voice was laced with so much...he didn't how to explain that, but he felt sad on hearing him speaking like this. His throat is constricting to tell those words, but he is gulping it down, the plausibility of rejection still standing on top of the mounted feelings he developed for his senior. 

'You are bleeding' Minghao says, out of all the other things. 

'Oh! where?' He asks.

'Here..' Minghao pointed the end of his lips, to the right cheek and Jun placed his finger everywhere other than that spot. 

'God...' The young one rolled his eyes, hastily wiping the half dried blood from the corner of pink coloured lips - now slightly turning purple from the chill winds. 

He looked down at his finger in disgust - or so he pretended, looking any place to wipe it off. His tee is a white coloured one and smudging it anywhere is a horrible thing since it is technically a bio waste. So he did one thing he usually does, whenever he used to have papercuts on his fingers.

them with his tongue,

And ..he did. 

Just after he finished the deed, he looked to meet Jun's face,only to notice how blank his stare was. Before he could formulate a sentence on how he should go home or how his mother is waiting for him, the elder simply inched forward and pressed his lips on to his, in the middle of the road.

Time stopped for the young man....like the whole world is revolving around them and they are the vortex of it. He saw how Jun's eyes were closed tightly, shaped similar to crescent and eyebrows furrowed slightly and before he could realize what he was doing, Minghao felt his eyes close down as well, detaching every other sense from its function, except for feelings....which is now preoccupied with Jun at the moment. 

Cold palms cupped his cheeks and those lips on the young boy's lower one, traces of edge of teeth can be felt now and then. Minghao's own hands found it's place on the taller boy's chest and he was able to feel how fast his heart is beating, for him. 

When he thought it was over, Jun gave him a two second break before lunging in for another press of lips and this time, Minghao equally participated and the lovely part's that, both were kissing each other's smiles. 

 

 

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'Honey, why are you hurt? where were you?' Mrs.Wen closely inspected son's face, examining the small wounds from the little fight he had with those huge men. 

'I was at my friend's place, Minghao found me....and hit me before my friends, mom' Jun whined, pointing an accusing finger at Hao.

The young one who was still reeling in the fact that the senior does have feelings for him- jumped in shock, eyes widening on hearing the raw lie. 

'No, ma'am, I swear to god, I didn't hit him!!'  Minghao placed his hand on his chest, mouth agape at how Jun was smirking at him, from behind of his mother. 

'Why did you hit him, Minghao? I'm going to handover you to local police station!' 

'Wait..what! NO!!!' His feet didn't stand in one place, currently wracking his brain to come up with something to handle the situation. 

'Mom, I think we should let him work for me for another month' Jun suggested and Minghao could tell where it was going, realization dawning upon him. Eventhough he likes this guy, the young one knows better than staying with Jun for several reasons. 

For starters, he will drive him crazy within seconds.

'That's a good idea...Now,both of you, get back to your rooms' The lady said, retiring to her own room, a small smile forming on her lips. 

She knows Jun like the back of her hands, just like how every mother should. 

'Yah! we'll talk about this tomorrow morning!' Minghao hissed and was about to go back to his shared room with Seungkwan, when Jun tugged him back with the collar of the tee. 

'Where are you going, boyfriend? Come room with me?' Jun wiggled his eyebrows, sharp smirk playing on his lips, little suggestively if he might want to add. 

Minghao knows he's done for.

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