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THE BOY WITH WHITE HAIR

Gongchan was sitting patiently at the edge of his already made bed, feet dangling off and swinging back and forth. He wore a pout on his face, and his brows were furrowed in deep thought. Mr. Fox was gone, and he was completely clueless of what could have happened to his furry friend. Did he really run away?

"No," He said in a whisper, shaking his head. "Mr. Fox would never leave me." So he sighed and looked up at the white ceiling filled with light green stars. They glow every night, just like real stars, and Gongchan wished it were night already so he could sleep the frustration away.

The boy then looked at his bandaged ankle, and squirmed in discomfort. He can't possibly go look for Mr. Fox at this time, could he? He shook his head, again. His foot was hurt and he can't even walk, the search for the white bundle of fur would have to wait for some other time.

He whined, and laid his back on the bed. If he can't find Mr. Fox now, then talking to the boy sitting in the corner of his room would have to wait. Yes, he brought him home, but it is not like he actually wanted to hurt himself before that. Besides, the boy is far too strange and odd looking for his liking.

"Boys?" His mother calls from the half open door. "Lunch is ready." She said, smiling at the two before wandering back to the kitchen.

Gongchan groans, getting up with much difficulty and trying his best to hop off the bed. It is difficult, considering that his ankle hurt so much, but he tried anyway.

"Do you need help?" A soft voice called him from the corner. Gongchan glanced at him quickly, before nodding his head. Just because they hadn't talked ever since they got home, doesn't mean he hates the boy. With a swift movement, the boy with white hair picked him up quickly and plopped him gently on the floor, Gongchan's arm resting on his shoulder.

"Thank you." He said, and the two set off to the kitchen. When they arrived, the taller boy set Gonchan on one of