It was Sunday night and kyungsoo was laying in bed, motionless. He had nothing to do the whole day; Each one of his friends were preoccupied and his family had gone to his older brothers soccer match. He rolled his head to the side and squinted at the time, 20:09 damnit Kyungsoo thought. He brought his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes vigorously; he tried to think of coming to do until he had a sudden thought, ! I haven't done the shopping! Kyungsoo sat up and slid off his bed. He got into some proper clothing and hopped downstairs.
  As soon as Kyungoo had collected the money left for him and put on his trainers he left the house. He walked to the small Grocery shop 10 minutes from his house, checking the time every chance he could. Once he reached the entrance he pulled out a scrap of paper with various products scribbled on. He drifted inside and picked up a basket. Kyungsoo trod around the isles, picking up listed things. Before he finished he added a packet of marshmallows. Why waste spare change? Kyungsoo thought to himself with a little smile. He paid for all his Groceries and stumbled out with his hands full, he could barely hold all the bags. Just as Kyungsoo thought it couldn't get any worse for him, he heard a familiar motor.  
 "Heeeey! do you want some help?" A voice cooed behind him. Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and turned around, 
"Not you again" He blankly said. Kyungsoo spun back around and started to swiftly walk down the street. Chanyeol followed behind him, watching him struggle with the heavy bags. He felt pity on the schoolboy, 
"Look, are you sure you don't want help?" Kyungsoo gritted his teeth, Chanyeol was getting on his nerves. He started to power walk down a dim alley way, hoping Chanyeols Bike wouldn't fit. He stormed down the darkness until he kicked his own foot. Kyungsoo fell flat on his face, unable to stop himself with his hands. His Groceries split everywhere. He laid on the floor, silently and in pain. He heard the motor of the bike splutter to a stop and heavy footsteps advance towards him. 
"Oh Jesus, are you alright kid?" Chanyeols voice echoed down the alley. He ran towards Kyungsoo and knelt beside him, he slid his hands under Kyungsoo's shoulders and pulled him up onto his knees. Kyungsoo looked away from Chanyeol, he felt tears swim in his eyes, his face was stinging. Chanyeol pulled one of his hands to Kyungsoo's face and examined it,
"Oh you're bleeding, Kid" Chanyeol said sympathetically. He let go of his face and pulled the sleeve of his jacket over his hand. He softly wiped the graze on Kyungsoo's face, knocking the grit off his cheek. Kyungsoo winced in pain, allowing his tears to fall freely down his cheek and over his nose. He in his lower lip and bit it, trying not to make a sound but Chanyeol soon noticed, 
"Hey, hey it's okay" Chanyeol hushed. Kyungsoo's bottom lip quivered, he tried to hold in the tears but the pain was too much. Chanyeol held Kyungsoo's head in his hands, trying to comfort him, 
"come on kid, get to your feet" Chanyeol said as he held Kyungsoo's arms tightly and pulled him up as he stood up too. Kyungsoo quickly brought his hands to his eyes and wiped them. He shook his head and fixed his hair, he felt like a complete idiot. Kyungsoo turned round too see Chanyeol was collecting all of his groceries off the floor. Kyungsoo stood facing him, feeling extremely embarrassed. Chanyeol collected all the bags and held them tightly. Kyungsoo opened his arms, gesturing to Chanyeol to give the bags but Chanyeol shook his head,
"Oh God dude, you can't carry these back, your hands must be stinging, hey jump onto the back of my ride and I'll drop you back" Kyungsoo sighed and refused but Chanyeol insisted. Chanyeol Jumped onto his bike and patted the remaining space for Kyungsoo. He reluctantly slid onto the end and awkwardly sat. Chanyeol spun around and gave Kyungsoo his helmet, making him wear it since it was his first time. Kyungsoo strapped it on and watched Chanyeol cover his eyes with shades, he turned around to Kyungsoo and told him to hold tight. Kyungsoo didn't understand until Chanyeol started up the bike, he automatically lent forward and clutched onto Chanyeol's Waist. 
"like I said, hold on tight Kid" With that, Chanyeol sped off onto the roads.