Criminal //Hyunchan

Chapter 2

[Chan's POV]

I set down Hyunjin on the bed. "My men are going shopping for you tonight. What do you want?" I ask.

He thinks... "I need panties." he says. I was surprised. "They're comfy..." he whispers. "And um... I don't know, hoodies." he kicks his legs. Was he a little?

"Well my prince, we'll get you about everything then. Do you want any jewelry?" I grab stuff for his bath.

"No." he shakes his head.

"They're getting you some anyways." I chuckle.

I started a bubble bath, and I noticed that he was staring out the window. "you okay?" I ask,

"Where am I and who are you?" he breathes heavily.

He was a little.

"I was blowing up your house and found you." I sigh. "You were in little space."

"O-Oh... My parents hate me..." he whispers. "Thanks." Hyunjin kept staring out onto the balcony.

"You're welcome." I grab a brush and place it on the bed. "Do you wanna be alone while you bathe? I can go do-"

"Please don't leave the room..." he begs.

I nod. "I'll wait out here." 

I stop the bath and he enters.

Jisung and Jeongin came barging in. "I WANNA SEE HIM!" Jisung shouted, dropping four bags on the ground. Jeongin dropped only one.

"Can you guys go wash a hoodie and the underwear?" I ask.

"By the way, which underwear, we got all different types-" Jeongin looked down. "It's Changbin and Felix's fault!" he whimpers.

"Just go wash like- idk, one of the more covering ones! And make Felix or Changbin bake a fucking cake and food!" I shout as they leave.

"Yada Yada!" Jisung and Jeongin walk downstairs.

They came back forty minutes later and I shooed them out. It took another five minutes till Hyunjin walked out.

I blush, the towel all the way up to his chest. He was shy.

"Here's your clothes." I hand him the clothes.

He takes them and heads to the bathroom. I sigh, leaning back.

As soon as hes out, I blush. He had on lacey pink panties and a pink sweater with sweater paws. He smiles at me gently. "You look cute." I mutter.

"Hm?" He looks at me.

"Oh, you just look cute." I smile. Why was he okay with showing so much skin?

"Can I brush your hair?" I ask.

He nods and sits in between my legs on the edge of the bed. His hair was really long. "Do you want a haircut?" I ask.

He looks at me, "huh?"

"You've never got your hair cut?" I ask.

"Um... Not since I was like... 4," he gripped onto to bed. His hair was a fucking mess. I smiled softly, "my parents never took care of me." He admits.

"Are you... Adopted?" I ask.

"I don't know." He admits.

"Well, I'll take care of you from now on. As long as you don't leave without me." I sigh.

"Where would I even go?" he asks.

Do be honest- where would he go? He has nobody and nowhere.