my baby ⟪bbangnyu, the boyz⟫

⎣ ⋄ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ⋄ ⎤

"Are you okay?"

A large, young-looking, dark haired man is holding Chanhee's hands and looking him in the eyes.

"Uh-" Chanhee lets out, unable to form a sentence.
"Let me help you up." The man says to him.

As Chanhee beings to stand up, he realizes this man is much taller than him, about half a foot difference. 

"Ah-" Chanhee lets out as his knees buckle.

The mystery man catches him as he slowly falls. He is holding him in a very close, tight way.

"Does, something hurt?" The man asks.
"Ah, ya, my knees hurt. I think I landed on them when I fell." Chanhee responds.
"Fell?" The man asks.
"Uh, ya. Did you not see it?"
"You didn't fall." He pauses, "This man pushed you."

The mystery man turns to the man who pushed Chanhee.

"How about you pick on someone your own size next time? Not someone who is clearly in a weaker position than you."
"Listen here buddy! You didn't see it all!" The man responds while shoving his finger in the mystery mans face.
Chanhee still in the mans arms, "I don't have the time for this." The mystery man says.

Quickly after the man says this, Chanhee is swept into the mans arms and he begins to walk them out of the restaurant.

"Too cute." Aunty whispers to Uncle.

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The two go over to a nearby bench. The man begins to set Chanhee down and Chanhee unwraps his arms from the man's neck. The man crouches in front of him.

"Are you okay?" The man asks again.
"Uh, I think?"
"What about your knees?" He says as he put his hands on them.
Chanhee lets out a grown of pain.
"See. Not okay."
"I think, it'll be fine." Chanhee says as he takes the mans hands off.
The man takes Chanhee's hands into his again, "Please, get it checked out for me?"
Chanhee begins to blush and pulls his hands away again, "I'm fine, really."
"Okay, that settles it." He says as he stand up and towers over Chanhee, "I'm taking you to the doctor tomorrow."

Chanhee looks puzzled. A man he has never met is telling him he is taking him to the doctor after he saw him pushed to the ground.

"What? Why? You don't know me, why do you care about me?" Chanhee asks the man.
The man looks at Chanhee's name tag, "New. I do know you. Your name is New."
"My name isn't New."
"That's not what your name tag says."
"I know, the couple that owns the restaurant gave me the nickname when I started working here."

The man sits next to Chanhee.

"Then, what is your name, New?" The man asks.
"Why should I have to say mine first? You first!"
"Okay, fine." The man says as he puts his hand on Chanhee's thigh. "My name is Kim Younghoon."
"How old are you?" Chanhee asks.
"Seventeen." Younghoon responds.
"Where are you from?"
"Why so many questions? I clearly live here and am older than you."
"Hey! I'm seventeen too!"
"No way. You are too cute and little for that." Younghoon says with a huge smile.
"Jesus!" Chanhee shouts. "It's not my fault I'm little!"
Younghoon wraps his arm around Chanhee's shoulders, "Come on, it's not a bad thing."
"You are very touchy." Chanhee says as Younghoon is basically wrapped around him.
"Anyways, what is your name New? I told you mine."
"Choi Chanhee."
"Choi Chanhee." Younghoon repeats. "Cute."
"I'm also seventeen."
"When is your birthday? I need to know who is older."
"Today."
"Today? Like, today?" Younghoon repeats.
"Yes, today."
"생일 축하합니다, 생일 축하합니다, 사랑하는 Chanhee 씨, 생일 축하합니다!" (Happy birthday song in Korean) Younghoon sings.
"Thank you, Younghoon." Chanhee says with a giggle.

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The two talk for what doesn't seem for very long, but is actually a couple hours.

"Shit, I need to get back to work." Chanhee says.
"No, no, no." Younghoon insists.
"I've already been gone too long."
"You're hurt, you can't."
Chanhee pauses, "I'll take to my boss."
"Let me walk you there." Younghoon says as he puts Chanhee's arm around him to help him walk.

They make it to the restaurant and find it closed and empty.

"What the hell?" Chanhee says as they walk up. "Can you check what time it is on your phone?"
"Ya, sure, it's 10:23pm." Younghoon responds.
"Damnit!" Chanhee says as he crouches on the ground.
"Is it closed?" Younghoon asks.
"Yes, and all of my shit is in there, fuck!"
"What did you have in there?"
"Phone, my bag, clothes, and my house key."
"Can't you parents just let you into your house and get your stuff tomorrow?"
"No. My parents aren't home on the weekends."
"What? Why? Not even on your birthday?"
"No, my parents put their careers before anything."
"Even their kid?"

Younghoon pulls Chanhee in an hugs him, resting his head on Chanhee's.

"I'm sorry, Chanhee."

Affection? Chanhee getting affection? How unheard of for him.

"Younghoon, it's fine really. I'm used to it."

Younghoon wont let Chanhee go out of his arms.

They embrace for a bit, "So, you can't get into your house?" Younghoon asks.
"Nope. I guess I'll just go to my friends house."
"No, come stay at my house."
"What? I just met you, why should I trust you?"
"What do I have to gain if I did something to you?"
"I don't know what you're capable of!"
"Okay, why don't you use my phone and contact your friend and tell him where you'll be and if you aren't back tomorrow, then to call the police."
Chanhee hesitates, "Ugh, fine. I'll call him while we walk there."
"Walk?" Younghoon says, "We are driving my car."

"Car?" Chanhee thinks, "He has a car?"