HaPpY : binsung

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The social services came.

Butterfly and lollipops.

I want them tattooed.

I've got so much lofe to live, don't I?

They stormed my apartment and talked to me. I was calm, they're calm. They're putting me back in my Dad's custody, Mom lost, she didn't exactly fight for it.

I would've just run away again if it didn't get too tiring to hude and spent too many resources on my end. 

They still found me.

It's a month of battle and brawns with my father. He took advantage of me working and took portions of my salary and all that shit. I asked the school caretaker if I could store some of my things in the empty shed. I did all I can to make it better.

My father will not hesitate to break my guitar. He doesn't even hesitate to break me. I stayed away from then house. Stayed mostly in the lounge or the garage where we do our band rehearsals, sleep somewhere else, maybe at the lounge where we started performing regularly and go straight to school.

Putting the miscellaneous fees of the school into good use, I sleep at the library, at the club or gym.

But it's tiring when some people just won't leave you alone.

"Bin-ah, why were you following me?" I ask the shorty, following my tracks without me saying he can tag along. I sometimes even thought that the others just put him to it to keep an eye on me or such.

"I kinda get fewer people to follow me when I'm with you."

I shrugged. I guess that's also a plausible reason.

"Well shit. People just go near me only when they need me."

I went straight to the shed and he stayed outside.

"You can enter, I don't want other people snooping here."

He looked around. The dusty shed, stashed with gardening stools, Mandala blankets covering my stuff, and I unveiled it one by one to get what I came here for.

"How do you have so much access to the nooks and crevices of the school."

"Magic," I said in his face, with hand gestures like fireworks.

Changbin gave him a look, and Jisung was kind enough ti answer. "I help ojt around with the cleaning staff if I have extra time."

"Is that a lés paul? Why the fuck do you have a lés paul in this...

ugh...nasty shed."

"Excuse you, why are you being nasty to the shed?" I frowned at him with contempt, as he continued eyeing the dusty cabin.

"Yes, It's Gibson. I have nowhere to put it." I shrugged.

"I-I could." He fiddles his fingers.

Is the stuttering over a guitar? Is he crushing on my guitar? like right now?

"You could what?"  I curled my eyebrows, trying to make sense of what he wanted to say.

"I think these are most of your things, Hannie, Is something wrong?" The sudden drop in his tone to worrying one irritated me.

Jisung just got up thinking and put hus hands on his waist. "Yeah, nothing seems right, Binnie. I can't find my other pedal."

"You can bring them to my place, I'm sure my sister wouldn't mind." He continued.

I sighed.

I didn't know how to react. I don't want to rely on people, because they will let you down.

"Quiet, you're so loud." I put my hands over his mouth and his eyes widened.

We're stuck like that for a few seconds after the rustling of students passed by, there were loud fighiting, likely took it here in the back so no one will see. It happens often. I raised my brows at him. He didn't move a muscle. His eyes glanced from side to side. I gestured him not to snoop and peek outside, it might be bad news. He gulped and nodded, staying quiet settling down, holding our breaths steadily.

"Good Boy." I muttered quietly as he huffed mouthful of air, when I removed my hands from his lips, his eyes in panic, ears red.

He looks cute, all flustered.

Ah.

Turning away, I went through my things and got my red acoustic guitar, This for hire guitarist is being paid to serenade Chan again by some girl, even though everybody knows he has a girlfriend by now. It's really fun to use the words I used for him before. Seeing how his face looked ugly in disbelief. Madly, scoffing that even the people around never thought they'd see Chan that angry.

And they took it as him getting mad for being serenaded even though he is taken, he might very well loved his girl, I guess. I would laugh right after.

Changbin just stood by and watched me, fumbling around.

"If you want to house, Mel, I'll be needing it every Saturday night for my gigs, so you gotta be bringing it." I explained.

"You named your Gibson guitar, Mel?"

Changbin held his waves of laughter making him turn beet red. He calmed down by himself when he saw me not flinching at all.

"Yes, It's Mel Gibson, what about it?"

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