How (not) To Babysit | DoTae

三

Doyoung woke up feeling dizzy. He opened his eyes slowly and found himself in a place with poor lighting. He touched underneath himself and felt a soft fabric. He was laying on a bed in a dark room. The blurriness in his vision slowly started to fade, letting him see the silhouette right in front of his face. 

His eyes widened as he realised there was a stranger on top of him, sitting on his stomach. Pale, dark hair, approximately his age. However, there was something creepy about him. The stranger smirked, right before moving closer to his face. Doyoung was frozen in his place, their noses brushed and he felt the stranger staring right into his eyes, letting out a small giggle. He then felt the stranger's hand caressing his neck and moving up to his cheek. His hands had something... liquid... He then averted his gaze from the stranger's face to his other hand and saw it soaked in... blood?!

Doyoung let out a loud scream, but the stranger was fast enough to cover his mouth before he could cause too much scandal. Doyoung closed his eyes and put his hands on the other's waist to try and get him off his stomach, but the stranger resisted and didn't detach himself. He felt the liquid slipping into his mouth and was ready to feel the metallic taste of blood, but when the red liquid made contact with his taste buds, he realised it didn't taste metallic at all. In fact, it didn't have taste at all. It was insipid. Then, he realised he'd been the victim of a very horrible prank. He stopped struggling to get the stranger off him and stopped screaming, getting the stranger's hand off his face instead.

'Dude, what the fuck was that for?!' He said, noticeably annoyed.

'Oh... Doyoungie didn't like my prank?' The stranger said, pouting childishly.

'Who the hell are you? And how do you know my name?!'

'This is my house. How do you not know my name? Did my father not tell you or are you just dumb?' The stranger crossed his arms over his chest, staining with fake blood his white clothes.

'Huh? I came here to babysit a child, not to have fun with you. Now tell me, where is Taeyong?'

'I am Taeyong!'

'Please, stop this already. It's not funny. Where is the real Taeyong?'

'I AM TAEYONG!'

'HOW ARE YOU THE CHILD I'M SUPPOSED TO BABYSIT? YOU'RE CLEARLY A GROWN UP-' Doyoung stopped as soon as he received a slap across his face.

'Y-you are calling Taeyongie a liar! I'm not a liar! I HATE YOU!' The stranger jumped off him and left the room faster than Doyoung could process the whole situation.

What... What the fuck was that?

He then got up, tsking at the red stains on his previously clean outfit. He looked around and saw the curtain covering most of the window, which was the reason why the room was so dark despite still being daytime.

He got up, holding his head to prevent himself from going dizzy again. He rubbed his eyes to clear his vision and approached the window. He softly pushed the curtains to the sides to let daylight break into the room, allowing him to see his surroundings more clearly.

The setup was quite simple, compared to the entrance of course, and had a bed, a desk with a chair in front of it and some stuff on it, a closet, two empty shelves and there were two doors. One of them that the stranger had left side open when he ran away and the other one that was still closed but Doyoung guessed it was a bathroom.

He went to inspect the desk and found a dusty pencil holder with two pens, a pencil, a rubber, a ruler and scissors. There was a small pile of papers next to it and a little device on top of them.

He picked it up, looking at it carefully to find out it was a recorder. After a few seconds of analysing it he pressed on the 'play' button and left it on the pile of papers, listening to its recording.

'Hello, I'm Mr. Lee.

If you're hearing this it's either because you're the babysitter or you're Taeyong. If you're Taeyong, please, stop playing around and wait until your babysitter arrives.

If you're the babysitter, first of all, let me apologize for leaving so early. As you can imagine I'm a very busy man, hence why I had to search for a babysitter last minute. I had to leave for business and I will be abroad for three months. I would usually ask for experience or previous knowledge, but I didn't have time to do so and I will simply trust you. Taking care of my son isn't a difficult task after all.

My son's name is Taeyong. He was born in 1995 in this house and he has lived here since then. He is very shy and sometimes has difficulties interacting with other people his age, that's why he never went to school and he has been homeschooled until he turned 18. He can sometimes be quite problematic, so I will kindly ask you to be patient with him.

You were probably expecting to babysit a child, and I'm sorry for deceiving you. My son is not a child anymore, but he needs someone to take care of him. When you meet him, you'll notice he has a... particular behaviour.

I know you already read the contract, but I will remind you the conditions anyways:

You must be attentive with Taeyong. He can't take care of himself and that includes making sure he doesn't skip any of his five daily meals, making him go to sleep before 10 pm, waking him up at 8 am, make sure he doesn't get injured while he plays around and keeping him company. He doesn't take any kind of medication and has no allergies or intolerances.

You cannot get out of this house or its yard, the limit is the gate. Don't worry about food or drink supplies, they arrive every Friday at 10 am. You only have to get them from the deliverymen in the front gate and bring them inside.

If he misbehaves very badly you can punish him physically, but no scarring wounds nor broken bones.

This contract lasts for three months. You cannot break it unless you have someone to replace you. Of course, you won't get the money if someone else does the job for you. I will pay you every week. The money will arrive every Sunday night.

And that's all. This is your room. I've left you a few papers on the desk, there's the house's map and the copy of the contract in case you want to revise the terms and conditions.

Good luck.'

Those two last words sent chills down Doyoung's spine.

Good luck?

Why did it sound so creepy?