Never Letting You Go Chapter 1
WARNING! This chapter contains rape, so do not read if you can not tolerate it.
I coloured the raping-part grey, so that it's easier to skip for the sensitive readers ^^
Chapter 1
1 year later
According to the old man Mr. Lee, the most perfect weather was when it was storming up. When the rain harshly hit the ground with loud smattering and the wind was making sounds while creeping through the cracks of the windows. Sometimes if he was lucky it would even be thunder. The noise would echo through the mansion and cover up any possible screams coming from that specific room. At those days, he didn’t need to hold it back and could be as rough as he wanted.
“Nghh…”
“Come on you little slut! Come hard for me.” A grip of warm fingers encircled a boy’s semi-erected dick and started pumping it with a fast pace. He groaned as the sensation was being more painful than pleasurable. Even though he tried to prevent it, he couldn’t help when his member turned red and hard.
“Fuck…” Hyukjae cried quietly when his dick was standing up against his own will. The man slowed down and leaned forward.
“What did you just say? You want to get fucked?” The evil smirk grew on his lips as his hands found their way to Hyukjae’s nipples. “Say it again. Tell me you want to be fucked senseless.” He licked the boy’s nipple and Hyukjae prevented a moan to slip out his lips. He shook his head furiously at the man’s request.
He knew what was coming, but he felt it was better that way than sinking so low to utter those words. A hard punch hit him in the guts and he let out a crying mewl. His body was too weak to fight back in any way, so he would just let everything slip by. Just like he's been doing for the last three years; letting it all slip through his fingers. But he knew it could be over soon.
“Don’t you fucking disobey me!” The man shouted - but no one would hear over the hard whipping sounds the rain gave away. He took a fist full of blonde hair and pulled it backwards before slamming his hard cock into Hyukjae’s unprepared hole and bruising it. A loud scream pierced through the room as the man kept on hitting into him hard every time. Hyukjae felt the other’s balls bounce against his butt for each thrust and the urge to throw up increased immediately. Forcefully he swallowed back the content that was dangerously coming up his throat. He knew for each faulty, disobeying or unpleasureable thing he did, he would receive three times as much punches, hair pulling or even small cuts with a knife carving into his skin.
Tears brimmed in his eyes as the rough thrusting bruised his hole. ‘It won't work if he doesn't hurry up. He must hurry.’ Hyukjae glanced at the clock on the nightstand and knew he only had fifteen minutes before his rescue would leave. He had fought so hard to get that little help, and he needed it now.
The only way to get out of this mess was to go away. Far away to where he wouldn’t be found. Twice he had tried to commit suicide but both times he had been “rescued”, and after that he would be under observation so he wouldn’t do it again. It was impossible for him to get out of the room. He had given up all his hopes of one day being free, until a couple of days ago when -most likely - a maid had dropped a piece of paper when leaving dinner at his room as Hyukjae was asleep. The world lightened up for him as his eyes looked back and forth over the scribbled numbers. This was his only chance to break free. He had contacted the number and was greeted by a young woman’s voice on the other end. Stuttering, he had pleaded for her to help him to get to the center of Seoul. He didn’t tell her about his situation, only that he needed a ride. She agreed with the date he gave her, after hearing the desperation in the boy’s voice, and promised she would make her brother drive him. He tried to contact her again the next day, but then the number was out of service, and he was waiting for his one and only chance to escape.
He had his own cell phone, but there were no numbers and no connection to the outer world as well so this was the first time he had contacted someone on the outside. Numerous times he had tried calling 911 but never reaching through - and he realized the number was somehow blocked from his phone.
So if this wouldn’t work, he would be stuck here for a much longer time as the weak and helpless child he was.
Against all his own will, he needed to quicken the process and make the other cum, so he would be satisfied and leave. He knew the man that much. He raised his shaking hands and placed them on his father’s chest and fiddled with the two buds. The man moaned loudly at the boy’s action, but Hyukjae himself wanted to cry out of shame. He pulled the man a little closer and made a light lick at one of the nipples. It was really disgusting and he wanted to throw up for a second time. He hated it. He hated his father for becoming the monster he was, he hated his mother for abandoning him with that specific monster. He hated all the maids and servants for never suspecting anything was wrong with him, but foremost - he hated himself. For being so stupid to never do anything when the first punch hit him when he had the chance to get help. For being too weak and scared and not being able to struggle.
“Hyuk, you’re even more beautiful than your mother,” the other moaned and stared at his face, drawing his rough fingers over his cheekbone and down to his jaw line.
Hyukjae just wanted to punch the man harder than a car would manage to hit him, but he knew he couldn’t do that. How could the man even talk about his late wife like that? He was truly sick. Hyukjae silently cried as his father turned him over on all four, and made three final hard thrust before he shot out his cum into Hyukjae. He bit down in the pillow so he wouldn’t moan as the cum spurted and hit his prostate.
The man pulled out and sat at the edge of the bed and stared at the exhausted boy.
“Turn around and sit up.” He said plainly, and Hyukjae obeyed and sat up to face his father. The older man’s eyes diverted from the blonde’s face to his still rock hard member between his legs. He hadn’t felt any pleasure during the session and hadn’t been able to cum. Mr. Lee looked angrily at him before he hit him across the face.
“I told you to cum, didn’t I?!” He shouted even louder than the last time. Hyukjae had always wondered if the maids and servants really couldn’t hear all the screams and shouts and the creaks from the rocking bed coming from the room, or if they were paid to “not” see or hear a thing.
“Touch yourself.”
Hyukjae’s eyes flew open at the man’s words and glanced quickly at the clock in fear. Eleven minutes. He had no choice but to just do as he’s told - and do it quickly.
He let his fingers travel down to his hard member and started stroking it fast.
“Moan for me,” Mr. Lee said before creeping closer. Hyukjae let out a soft sigh and the man pushed him back so his head rested against the bed board. He continued stroking himself with close eyes until he felt both sides of the bed dipped down and something hard and moist poked his lips. He opened his eyes widely and the object was forcefully shoved into his mouth. Hands fisted his sensitive hair to pull at it hard and he gagged again and again when the dick was forced longer back at his throat.
“Don’t you dare spit it out” the words came out dangerously cold and Hyukjae shivered with fear and tears strolled down his cheeks. Yet he swirled his tongue around the organ and hollowed his cheeks to suck. The man tugged harder at the blonde strands of hair as he closed to his climax. Hyukjae peeked at the clock again and saw six minutes left. He won’t be able to make it. He sped up his sucking and stroking his own member and moaned when he finally cummed. The man felt the vibration of Hyukjae’s moan go to his length and followed soon thereafter. Hyukjae cried silently at the disgusting taste in his mouth. Mr. Lee had stepped away from him and stood on the floor, back facing Hyukjae. He picked up his robe and strode out the door normally as if nothing ever happened. This is how it always goes, for three whole years. Fuck, three minutes. He flew up from the bed and pulled on a sweater and a couple of pants - almost falling over because of the unbearable pain in his lower region.
He took out his prepared backpack from under his bed and put it to his back. This is now or never. He thought and picked up a small stone statue that was decorating his room, which he had always thought was incredibly ugly. He had planned this so carefully and didn't afford with any failure. He went forward to the sparred window (if he would get the idea to escape) and flung the statue with all his might to break the glass. It splittered into thousands of pieces and now he had to hurry - because the rain had calmed down and someone must’ve heard the crashing noise. Hyukjae didn’t bother to take a last look into the room before jumping out the window. He felt he got small cuts from the splittered glass on his face but didn’t care. Just as he fell - from a three meters fall - an electrifying pain increased in his right ankle.
He could hear some voices from inside the mansion talking fast to each other. Now, they must know something happened in there. He didn’t wait for anyone to find him outside and quickly tried to run for the place he’d asked the driver to wait for him. His foot hurt too much to run so he ended up jumping on one shaky leg instead. It wasn't too far, only a little at the back of the mansion. As he reached the spot, he felt his insides fall apart. Right where he’d asked the driver to wait with the car was empty. He was too late. He could only see the decorating bushes and trees next to the fountain and nothing else.
“No, damn it, no!!” he cried and turned around to see if anyone had followed him out yet. Luckily no one did. Not knowing what to do, he started limping further away from the mansion and cried at the pain in his ankle. He ended up falling down to the dirty ground because he was too weak to walk. The only thing close to happiness he felt was that he actually had managed to get outside the house - to freedom. Hyukjae tried to raise himself and managed to sit up.
“Excuse me”
Hyukjae noticed a young man, not much older than himself, standing behind a bush and waved his hand. He walked quickly towards Hyukjae to help the boy up from the ground. He held out his hand and Hyukjae hesitated for a bit.
“You’re the one who wanted a ride, am I not right?” The man asked with a small dimpled smile, still holding his hand for the blonde to take.
Hyukjae nodded and accepted the hand and was pulled up to his feet. The slightly older male noticed Hyukjae's limping and gave him more support. He started to lead the boy a bit further - not even close to where Hyukjae had asked for him to wait.. “I’m sorry if I made you worry." The driver said. ”You looked really frightened when you didn’t see the car.”
“Why didn’t you park there?” The man smiled apologetically and opened the door for Hyukjae when they reached the car which was parked further away from the mansion’s grounds.
“A young maid noticed the car and came out and told me I must have gotten the wrong address because no one had asked for a ride, but I was certain I had the right address so I guessed no one was supposed to know about this.” He started the engine and drove off. Hyukjae rested his head against the window and gave a last look in the mirror reflecting the mansion and felt so relieved to leave that place for good. “So you’re running away I assume? It looked like a nice life you must have there, all big.”
“Don’t think just because I’ve lived with a wealthy family means my life is as sparkling as those in movies. It’s filthier than a rat’s hole.” Hyukjae answered coldly - not really knowing himself he could sound so angry- and the man didn’t speak again for a long while.
“So where do you want me to take you?” the driver finally asked and woke Hyukjae up from his light sleeping.
“Airport.” He said shortly and rubbed his eyes.
For three years Hyukjae’s stood up with this. Ever since his mother died he’s been all over the boys in this sexual way. He had noticed it before even when my mother was alive that his eyes were telling him something beyond fatherly love, and his touches gave him the chills. But he had been his father, so he couldn’t really back away. He thought it was perfectly normal, that his friend's father's were just the same. And then she passed away, and the man came straight to him, and did things he never imagined a father could do to a son. He locked him up, told the household and relatives he was too traumatized by the loss of his mother to agree to step out of the room. From the moment his father first had hit him across his face, when he had been struggling from getting his clothes pulled off; the man had stopped being his father. Instead he was a sick rapist and pedophile that abusively raped his supposed to be son.
“We’re here.” Hyukjae pulled out his wallet and handed the man as much as he owed him. He received a smile and the man handed him back some of the money.
“Special discount for you. And here you are.” The man scribbled hastily on a piece of paper and handed it to the blonde.
“Park Jungsu…? What’s this?” Hyukjae asked and held up the paper. The other male, obviously named Jungsu, smiled at him brightly.
“If you ever need a ride anywhere again, just call me on that number okay? “ Hyukjae glanced at the paper and nodded.
“Thank you Jungsu-sshi for driving me. But I don’t think we’ll meet again." And with that, Hyukjae exited the car and limped into the airport building.
He felt dizzy and the world was spinning before his eyes. This wasn’t the first time he’s felt like this. That man’s punches always hit the right spot which would make him fall ill later on. He clenched his stomach and started coughing up blood.
Great. Among all the people too.
He struggled to keep back the coughs when he could see a couple of feet walking in towards him. “Hey, hey! Are you okay? Are you hurting somewhere?” A soft voice reached Hyukjae’s ears but he didn’t care to lift his head to look at the owner to it. He still stood bent over with his hands on his thighs to catch his normal rhythm of breathing.
“Please look at me and tell me where you’re hurt.” He felt a pressure of a hand on his chest that pulled him up into a straight standing position. He was faced with a handsome man with brown wavy hair and dark expressive eyes, which were now filed with worry. The man lifted his hands to Hyukjae’s cheeks and cupped them. Fear strike right through his body and he backed off immediately and snapped at him.
“Don’t touch me!” He tried to look threatening but failed as his eyes got teary. The man didn’t move from his spot and then lowered his hands. How can someone start touching him like that in the open?
“I’m sorry if I offended you, but I really think you should go to a hospital.” The man spoke softly and tried to convince the boy to go there with him.
“I’m not going!” The hospital will definitely contact him if they take me in. It’s hopeless. For being the high ranked business man he is he’ll make sure nothing about my state will come out.
Hyukjae turned away from the man and limped away to the reception. The left alone brunette didn’t let the boy go with his eyes until he reached the receptionist. He shook his head and sighed as he walked away. Kids.
*
Hyukjae picked up his wallet and looked for his ID. The woman behind the desk tapped her finger to the paper Hyukjae had filled in and wanted his ID to approve his will to board a flight. But since luck was not on his side, he couldn’t find his leg in his wallet. Slightly panicked he excused himself to the woman and bent down to look through his bag.
“I’m sorry kid, but if you don’t have any ID you can’t go.” The woman said annoyingly and tapped her finger faster, waiting for to take lunch break.
He hurried up his searching but it wasn’t in his bag either.
Hyukjae cursed inwardly and apologized to the woman and let next person pass. He was so sure he had packed everything but he was wrong. The blonde limped to the closest bench to sit down. He raised his foot and rubbed his ankle carefully. ‘What am I going to do now?’
Not really wanting to do it, Hyukjae picked up his cell phone and pressed in the numbers from a piece of paper. Well, he thought he might use the number sometime in the future but not this soon. After a few tones Jungsu answered.
“Hello?”
“Uhm… Hi”
Hyukjae didn’t know what to tell the other and there was a small awkward silence.
“Who is this?”
“It’s me again… Ehm, runaway boy.” Hyukjae mentally hit his forehead for calling himself that.
“Oooh!” He could hear Jungsu laugh softly at the other end. “Want a ride?” he asked, catching the wink of Hyukjae’s call.
“Mh” Hyukjae answered shortly. He felt embarrassed to ask for help like this for a second time - on the very same day. “I’m still at the airport, so…”
“No problem, I haven’t gone far myself so I’ll be there in a minute. See ya” Hyukjae clicked, and let out a sigh. He’ll just have to figure out another way of hiding from him.
He walked out once again and saw Jungsu already standing there leaning against the car with a smug smile as the blonde approached him. “Well, well. And I thought you told me we never would meet again.”
Hyukjae puffed his cheeks and limped around the car without a word. Jungsu laughed and seated himself behind the steering wheel.
“Just take me to the closest hotel.”
“That’s just 200 meters from here.” Jungsu said and pointed at a large, luxurious-looking building at their left side.
“Then, take me to the next closest hotel. And a not too expensive one.”
“Roger that”
Jungsu drove off from the airport towards the hotel.
“So, what’s your name?” Jungsu asked by the first traffic light. When it turned green he took to the right and sped off.
“Just call me Eunhyuk.” ‘I can’t risk to spill out my identity.’
“Eunhyuk…That’s cool. Well, you already know my name. And I also guess I’m a hyung to you, so you better use honorifics.” Jungsu stuck out his tongue playfully at Hyukjae and then returned his attention to the road.
Hyukjae observed the driver, who was somewhat discussing quietly to himself about which way was the fastest way to get to the hotel. Jungsu seemed like a carefree person, and Hyukjae felt kind of safe next to him. He didn’t feel like a threat and they were almost the same age.
“We’re here now” Jungsu stopped the engine and pointed out at a bricked building to their left. Hyukjae picked up his bag but he didn’t get out yet. Jungsu looked puzzled at him.
“I’m sorry Jungsu hyung, but I wonder if you could help me with another favor?”
*
“You’re alright now like this?” Jungsu asked and helped Hyukjae to sit on the bed. He nodded so the bangs hung in front of his eyes. “No more requests?” The boy shook his head and Jungsu sighed quietly while messing up his hair with one of his hands.
“You know Eunhyuk, if you need some big help I might help you. Even though we just met today I can sense you’ve had some rough time and you seem to try to hide your real self. I kind of want to know who you really are.”
Hyukjae didn’t look at the other and kept staring at his trembling hands.
“I’m sorry Jungsu hyung, but I can’t tell you any of it. At least not for now, or something bad might happen.” Hyukjae’s thoughts went back to all the memories from being slapped, punched, threatened, raped and once; almost killed. He decided not to cry in front of Jungsu, or better never cry at all. He blinked away the tears and faced the elder. “Thank you for your help. For driving me and letting me check in here in your name. You’ve helped me a big time and I owe you so much, so I don’t really know how to thank you.”
“Wow, you make it sound like I saved your life or-“
“You DID save my life.”
Both of them fell silent and Jungsu just nodded his head slowly and then smiled. “Then I guess we’re kind of friends now, right?” the elder beamed and Hyukjae stared at him. Friends? He had long forgotten what those were like. Helpful and kind, right? Just like Jungsu had been to him. Hyukjae strained his lips to curve into a crooked smile. Jungsu smiled back, making dimples visible. “I’ll leave you now, but you’ve still got my number so just call me next time you want help or just want to hang out. See ya, Eunhyuk!” He waved and closed the door behind and walked out. Hyukjae collapsed to the bed and crept into a fetus position. He was alone and it scared him. And what scared him even more, as it at the same time disgusted him, was that he felt empty without that man coming into the room and do as he pleased. It had become a routine in his life, but he was never going to do that anymore. A part of his lifestyle had disappeared and now he had to replace it with something happier.
The boy wrapped the blanked around his body to find comfort in the warmth. After making the pillow enough moist with tears and looking around to see if anyone was coming - which no one did, he finally fell asleep.
*
“Where is he?!” Mr. Lee roared at the poor guard who should have been guarding outside the mansion. “You idiots, my son is missing and you haven’t found him yet? You’re all useless! And fired! Now out, OUT!”
The guards, servants and maids who had been standing in the room all gasped at the business man’s words. When he said something, he really meant it. Everyone left the room, mumbling quiet protests to each other and Mr. Lee sat down behind his desk.
He was beyond surprised that Hyukjae had the courage to do this to him. The boy was more than aware of what Mr. Lee was capable of doing with all the power he possessed. Being one of the richest business men in Seoul had a lot of privileges and finding one lost boy wouldn’t be too hard. But Mr. Lee couldn’t help but be a little worried if something slipped out from Hyukjae’s mouth about the last three years of his life. But yet, he was sure no one would really believe him. Who would think the successful Lee Kyu Joong, with a bright smile and great personality not to speak of his generosity, would hurt his own son? No - no one would ever believe Hyukjae, and even if someone did there was one of the things he could do. Shut people up with money. Hell, he could even make everyone who knew him to deny that he even had a son.
“Fucking hopeless, this kid.” He cursed and picked up his phone and dialed a number.
“It’s me. I need you to find a certain Lee Hyukjae for me. Yes, that’s my son.”
*
Hyukjae woke up early in the morning when it still was dark outside. He slowly rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom with shaky legs. He realized first now how fucking much his lower body was aching, and that he had a purple bruise - big as a man’s fist, on his stomach. He leaned over the sink and started coughing up blood once again. He didn’t really worry about the blood, since he usually got small internal bleedings. He got used to bear with it and not having it treated. Once he constantly coughed and threw up blood for a week without being given the slightest ounce of care.
He slowly took a shower with hot running water and scrubbed his skin until it would turn red, just so the lingering touches would disappear. He must come up with a new plan. He didn’t feel safe staying in Korea, at least not in Seoul. Somehow he must get away from here.
Hyukjae packed up his stuff but didn't dare to leave the room. Thoughts like 'He might be down in the lobby waiting for me.' or 'What if someone recognizes me as his' son?' made him hesitate about leaving.
After staring out the window for nearly an hour Hyukjae pulled out all his courage and went to the reception to check out. Still limping a bit - he made his way out of the hotel and out on the streets. Pulling up his hood just to cover his blonde hair, because it was drawing too much attention, especially if he was looking for him. The boy’s eyes traveled around the buildings and all the people around him. Everything felt so different. He hadn’t seen any other living person than his father and some occasional maid once in a while, for three years, and now he was strolling down the streets of Seoul, meeting thousands people. The thoughts that this might just be a surreal dream and that he would wake up in his own bed scared him, because it was much more believable that he actually still was stuck in his room than walking a crowded street.
Without knowing any final destination Hyukjae just made his way to the railway station and blurted out a random number of a train he wanted to go with to the receptionist. She gave him an odd look but did as he requested. “Have a nice trip, sir.”
Hyukjae stood on platform 6 and waited for his incoming train. He lifted his ticket and observed it. Mokpo? What the… Well, he would probably not look there in the first while. Means he would be safe. It didn't matter where he ends up, as long as he's not still here.
Another attack of coughing hit him and the blonde tried to cover it up with his arm and just spitted out blood on the ground. ‘How can his punches be so powerful?’ He kept on spitting to get all of the blood taste out of his mouth.
“If you’re still coughing blood, you really have to go to the hospital.”
Hyukjae stiffened a little as he recognized the soft voice from yesterday. He turned to see the handsome man looking at him with the same worried eyes. But today he had made sure to hold a far proximity.
“Leave me alone, old man. I don’t care what you think.” Not really knowing where his courage to be rude came from as he talked to the brunette, he just didn’t see the honesty in grown-ups anymore. To him, they were all the same. He took a few steps away and noticed the brunette man followed him. He turned and glared at the man, but ignored it since the train was coming in. After the people had exited from the wagon he entering himself. But somehow when he stepped in, his hurt ankle bent in a really weird way which made his leg crumble and him falling over. But for the lovely cliché, he was lucky when two arms caught him and held him tight.
“Are you still saying you’re not going to the hospital when you’re not only coughing blood, but also have a sprained ankle? Seriously kid.” The man with the soft voice spoke into his ear. The warm breath tickled against his cheek and the tightness of the arms held him still. It was too close. He panicked and tugged harshly at the arms to make them go away.
“Please, no! Let go!” Hyukjae pulled furiously and the man released his grip around the boy’s waist. He hurried to get to his seat and hoped the train would leave soon, so he got away from his father and the weird old man who seemed to be following him. He dried up the tears that had automatically started falling earlier.
And he wanted to cry even more when he saw the brunette man had followed and was walking towards him, and stopped to sit next to him.
“Get…lost!” Hyukjae said between his sobs.
“My seat number is next to yours so unfortunately, I can’t.” The man turned slightly to Hyukjae and spoke with the calming soft voice. “I’m sorry if I startled you before. It wasn’t my intention to make you cry or anything… But you really don’t look well.”
Hyukjae didn’t answer and just dried up the last of his tears and took a deep breath.
“It’s not like you really care…old man.” The brunette man frowned.
“Don’t call me that. My name is Donghae. And for your information, I’m not old. I’m only thirty.”
“Yeah, and it has already started growing moss out of your ears.” Hyukjae wasn't it the mood to talk at all, and he thought if he was as rude as possible, the man would lose his interest.
Donghae’s hands flew up to cover his ears as he stared panic-struck at the boy. “It does not!”
Hyukjae let out a sound like a muffled chuckle. Donghae smiled when seeing the boy could smile.
The train started moving and the brunette turned himself more to Hyukjae.
“So what’s your name kid?”
“I’m not a kid”
“You’re a stalker?”
“What? Why would I ever stalk anyone? And if I would, I would’ve definitely found someone more interesting than you to stalk.”
Hyukjae didn’t reply and looked out the window as everything passed by in high speed. Donghae shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Did I offend you again?” he asked carefully.
No answer.
He sighed and gave up with the talking for a moment, until the boy would stop being angry with him. An hour passed until Hyukjae finally broke the ice.
“Call me Eunhyuk.”
Donghae gave the other a weird look. ‘It took him an hour to answer such a simple question as his name? Amazing.’ But he smiled as well.
“So Eunhyuk, what are you going to do in Mokpo?” Donghae asked excitedly. "You definetly haven't got a Mokpo accent, so?"
“You never stop talking?” Hyukjae wasn’t used to talk anymore. It would just me short orders he would hear, but that’s all. No replies. But he felt this was little of an opportunity to give life a second chance and try opening up a little. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? You’re not visiting any relatives?” Hyukjae shook his head.
“You’re the first person I’ve met who’s going to a place far away, but not knowing what to do there.”
Hyukjae just shrugged his shoulders. “What are you doing there?”
“I live there.”
“Really? Then why were you in Seoul?” Hyukjae asked tiredly, feeling a bit sick.
“I’ve been visiting my brother. Yesterday I sent him off to the airport, because he’s going to. China. And that’s when I saw you looking all sick. Seriously, are you okay by now? You’re awfully pale, Eunhyuk-ah!” Donghae turned in his seat more to face Eunhyuk who was resting his head against the glass.
Donghae dug into his backpack and plucked up a bottle of water. He opened the lid and handed it to the blonde boy who accepted it with shaking hands.
“Have you been eating anything today?” Donghae asked softly and the boy shook his head and took another sip from the water. Donghae rose from his seat and told him he would be right back. Hyukjae could clearly see the worry in Donghae’s eyes again. ‘Why is he worrying like this? Why does he keep on caring and being nice to me? I haven’t done anything nice to him. But why does it feel so good to have someone like him taking care of me? Almost like a real father.’ Hyukjae still had many tears to cry and now they thought it was a good time to fall.
When Donghae came back with a sandwich he’d bought in the cafeteria wagon, he was met with a sight that hurt his heart to see. The blonde boy had his legs pulled up to his chest and buried his face between his knees, and cried out loudly. People around gave Hyukjae pitying gazes and then turned to glare at Donghae who they thought was guilty for the crying boy.
The brunette put away the sandwich and sat down next to Hyukjae and laid an arm over his shoulders. “Shh, it’s okay Eunhyuk-ah. Please don’t cry.” He put his other arm around the boy to embrace him for more comfort, but he felt the other was stiffing up as he did. The boy fell quiet before he started to struggle in Donghae’s arms.
“L-let me go!” he sobbed, and Donghae withdrew immediately.
‘Something’s really happened to this kid.’
*
For the rest of the journey, Hyukjae refused to talk and pressed himself against the window. Donghae gave up on trying to speak, but he just shoved the sandwich into the blonde’s hand, who to his joy ate it. He saw the color on the boy’s cheeks return a little, and first then he realized that his skin was naturally pale and quite stunning.
As the train came to a stop they both got off. Donghae stopped just as he stepped off the train and watched Hyukjae walk like a zombie into wrong direction. He wouldn’t come off the platform if he walked that way. Donghae walked after Hyukjae and grabbed him carefully by the arm and pulled him with him away from the station. The blonde seemed to have come out of his zombie-state and stared at Donghae’s face with a mix of anger and confusion.
“Just to clear out something” Donghae said firmly and looking into the blonde’s single-lidded eyes (which he found kind of cute). “I’m not letting you go until you tell me where you’re going.”
Hyukjae pulled at his arm to make Donghae let go, but he didn’t, which meant the man was fully serious.
“You are a stalker.”
Donghae rolled his eyes and didn’t want Eunhyuk to act like a child right now.
“Honestly Eunhyuk-ah, I don’t want to let you off because previously you’ve been coughing up blood and looked like you’d faint. How do you expect me to let you go on your own?”
“I’m used to it, okay?” Hyukjae said kind of lazily, because he was tired of arguing with Donghae. But the man was taken by surprise as he heard the boy’s reply. Used to it?
Donghae sighed and changed his grip from the arm to the boy’s wrist and pulled him with. He felt the other struggling to get loose.
“N-no, Donghae-sshi, let me go! P-ple-ease, Donghae I don’t w-want to…” Not being able to refuse the boy's pleadings, he let go off Hyukjae who started walk away from him and using the back supporters for the benches and lampposts to hold on as support because of his still hurting ankle. Right now he didn't want anyone near him. Why can't just the world leave me alone? Even though he should be happy he could see the faces of the people outside his room, he just wanted to be alone in the freedom for a little while. To recover before really throw himself back into the reality he forgot existed.
After not walking too far, Hyukjae noticed a public bathhouse which allowed people to stay over the night. He wouldn't get to be alone but it was his best suggestive place to stay at. He entered the building, not knowing that a pair of chocolate brown eyes still observed him from a distance - now with relief.
A/N: Yes, you can kill me....
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