The night sky was turning to a bright orange color, and the wind was howling mercilessly against his cold pale skin. His arms were blistered from the cold. The pain was searing up to his shoulders and his legs were numb. He could no longer run, but he knew he had to continue. His parents would soon wake up and find him gone. But he gives no damn care about them, for they showed none for him for years. He knew there was no hope to gain their love and respect. He is sick of it. Kim Jongin is so sick of it. 

Jongin is lost and hungry. He doesn't know where he is, but he knows it's far away from his house.

The once silent and dark streets of wherever he is are now lit up and people are beginning to come. He stopped by a closed warehouse and curled up against its cold metal gates. He pulled the hood of his jacket over his head. He is shivering in cold, and his stomach is growling nonstop. He closed his eyes and steady his shaky breath. 

He lifted his face and looked beyond the dimly lit city. "I left home... I'm hungry... and I don't know where I am," he mumbled. "Aish. Jongin, what were you thinking?" He asked himself. He pulled his head down dejectedly, with his right hand over his head. 

He shifted in his place when he heard a rattling. He scanned the place and stood up cautiously. He followed the noise. Unfornately his heart his hammering widely in his chest. He doesn't know if whatever he is following will cause him harm. He is confused and scared. He doesn't even know why he is following the noise, but he is wildly curious to find out whatever is creating the noise. As he slowly and silently walked toward the noise, he saw a shadow looming over a corner by the warehouse. 

He stopped in his tracks when the shadow's owner turned and looked at him. Relief flooded his face when he knew it was a person. But he couldn't see the man's face because the corner had no lights. "Uh... hello?" Jongin said with hesitation. The man stood and walked towards him. Jongin now felt scared. What if this person is a killer? He carefully walked backwards. But the man's face was soon lit by the street light. The man was no man, it was a boy. 

"Hi." Jongin scanned the boy's face. He had a very light skin complexion and his face looked so innocent, like a child's. He could sense that the boy is harmless, like him. He realized that the boy's clothes looked like expensive, like from a magazine--and it was dripping wet. 

"Are you... uh... alright?" The boy turned his head sideways, like he was confused at his question. "You're dripping wet. Are you... cold or something? Would you like to share my jacket?"

The boy smiled at him in acknowledgement. "No. thank you. I'm alright. I'm just... ill." 

"You're ill?"  Jongin asked with concern. "You need my jacket. Or you wouldn't get well." The boy turned down Jongin's kind offer.

"I'm fine." And he closed his eyes. Soon his clothes which were dripping wet were dry. Jongin was surprised and was amazed. It was some kind of magic. A wonderful magic. The boy must be playing him tricks or probably illusions. "See?" The boy smiled. Jongin smiled back because he was smiling so heart-warming-ly. He went near the boy and touched his clothes. It was dry. There was no sign of water. 

"How did you do that?"

"I told you, I am ill--or that's what the doctors told me so. They couldn't understand my condition," he shrugged. "They say that I could be cursed or something."

"Why?" Jongin was curious, and he felt somehow he could understand.

"Can you keep a secret?"  The boy leaned his face close to his. Jongin nodded fast. "I could control water." Jongin's voice hitched. The boy leaned away and said, "You don't believe me. Of course, you wouldn't. You'd think I'm crazy," he mumbled so fast.

Jongin waved his hand in rejection. "No. It's not like that." The boy's face lit up. "You see... I can uh... move fast. I can move from one place to another very fast." 

"Prove it. You might be playing tricks on me." The boy crossed his arms over his chest. 

Jongin sighed out and closed his eyes. He could feel his body move, like ripping his body from the earth so fast. He opened his eyes and the boy's face showed amazement. "How did you do that?"

"I don't know..." 

The boy then hugged him. Jongin was taken back from the boy's sudden affections. "You know that I ran away from home because my parents couldn't accept me." Jongin felt comfortable in the boy's arms, and he returned the hug. "I have found a friend."

The boy released the hug and said, "I'm Junmyeon, by the way." 

"I'm Jongin."