Use Me Like A Drug

Just Another Deduction On Your Taxes And Another Cheque In Your Pocket

  HueningKai is one who enjoys routine. He doesn't often get the chance to have a routine, what with all his different foster homes. He'd finally felt like he was getting into a steady rhythm. It was the same thing every day and it was enjoyable. Or so he thought until he walked into his math classroom to see that his much enjoyed math class companion was missing. He had felt a tinge of concern when you left the previous day, but he'd convinced himself that everything would be fine. He'd decided the previous night that the only thing that would fully soothe his nerves was the fact that he would see you the very next day at math class, but it seems he was wrong. The tinge of concern grew as he glanced at your empty desk.

He'd been confronted with the empty desk before, though it had only been about a week prior, and he still found himself displeased. He pressed his lips into a thin line in attempt to disguise his pout as his eyes consistently flitted towards your empty seat.

The whole situation just didn't sit right with him. Your mysterious exit the day prior, and then your unexplained absence today? It had his lips pursing in an unintentional pout all over again.

It frustrated him even more that he had no way to contact you. He'd always forgotten to ask for a phone number in the midst of a chaotic activity, and you were always dropped off last due to your supposed lenient curfew. It made him want to rip his hair out.

He glanced to your empty seat one last time, as if he were attempting to magically summon you to the seat, but his efforts remained fruitless as the bell rang.

HueningKai collected his bag and moved swiftly to the door, casting what he assured himself would be his final glance at your seat, the only thing that linked you to him, and it remained empty as he stepped through the threshold of the classroom.

All day, your absence had poked and prodded at his mind. He brushed the feeling away throughout lunch, not wanting to bother the others with his silly little worries, but it returned shortly after.

Even as he stepped into his house, he felt the pout remaining on his lips as he remembered your empty seat.

"HueningKai! You're home!" Ms Eunyoung greeted happily, her lips pressed in a firm smile.

  "Hmm," he grumbled, removing his shoes and placing them neatly in their designated spot.

  "Would you like something to eat?" She asked as he moved up the stairs sluggishly.

  He made no effort to answer her, save the slight shake of his head as he trudged into his room, changing from his uniform. He laid in his bed, scrolling through his social media when he had the bright idea to search your name. The thought made the pout dissolve from his face as he clicked on the search bar and typed in your first name, only to realize that he hadn't asked for your surname. It made him groan and drop his phone onto his bed, covering his eyes lazily with his forearm.

  "He is miserable," he heard through his door. "You'd think he'd have at least a single grateful bone in his body."

  "He's going through tough times, honey. You have to understand," Ms Eunyoung replied, her tone soft.

  "We provide everything for him, and I've yet to hear a single 'thank you' fall from that boys mouth," Mr Seongho, his foster father, spat.

"We have to let him adjust-"

"He's had plenty of time to adjust, and yet he hasn't changed. We've given him time and space. We should just send him back," he said, his voice low.

"I'm not food," HueningKai responded, having stood from his bed and made his way to his door frame.

"HueningKai!" Ms Eunyoung gasped.