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I got 99 problems but the sea ain't one

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"What on earth- why did that- you know maybe I should just start cleaning," Chan said to himself with closed eyes of disappointment.

Chan sighed after cleaning all the envelopes up and stuffing them in a random room that he didn't really use. He didn't use any rooms in the big house, but at the same time, he didn't care.

Chan stared at his house that was clean.

He decided to go outside, to go to the sea. It was his favourite part of Arius, the sea. It was also where it had all started. It's where he met Manso and Sunny. Sunny was a short chubby kid in third grade that liked to bully Manso specifically.

But one day Chan saw this he saw the fear in Manso's eyes as Sunny lifted his fist in the air and he felt immensely sad for Manso. So even if he rather mind his business like he usually does he couldn't leave Manso like that. and so he stopped Sunny slapping him before he took Manso far away from the bully.

That's basically how Manso and Chan became friends, all thanks to a kid with a traumatic childhood.

Chan smiled at the thought of what Manso first told him after he took him to a safe place. Remembering the whole incident.

"I didn't need your help," He grumbled.

"You say that but I saw the fear on your face, now stay still your lip is still bleeding," Chan said softly making Manso chew on his gum shutting up. Taking the wet cloth Chan started wiping away Manso's cut. Little but not so little Chan had forgotten about his healing powers. His eyes widened.

"What happened?"

"Nothing," Chan said, panic rising in his chest.

"what? What is it?" Manso asked, touching his cut realizing it wasn't there anymore.

"What-how?- where's the cut?"

"There wasn't a cut," Chan stated coldly.

"You said my lips were bleeding,"

"It wasn't your blood,"

"then--"

"Look, it's getting late I think you should go,"

"It's 9 am..." Manso said checking his cracked wristwatch.

"Exactly,"

"At least let me say bye to your parents--"

"I don't have any parents," Chan stated, his voice cracking involuntarily.

Manso fell silent as he looked at the boy with wide eyes. He grabbed Chan's small hand while smiling at him.

"That's ok,"

"I'm your parent from now on,"

"But your just 8,"

"So? I can still be your older brother--"

"You'd be younger than me, way younger"

"Well, I can still be your family,"

"Really?"

"Yup,"

"Then I need to tell you something," Chan leaned in and cupped his hands over his mouth whispering into Manso's ear.

"I'm not human, I was born with these weird powers that's why your cut was gone as soon as I touched it. But I can't tell strangers because Grandpa told me so, but you're family so you won't hurt me right?" Chan said before sitting up straighter.

"Oh," Manso said, shocked. "Don't worry, I've seen these situations in movies a lot. I won't tell anyone, I don't want my little brother to get hurt!" Manso grinned ruffling Chan's locks as Chan pouted.

"I'm 143," He mumbled.

"Well, that must be considered a child for where you come from right? You are so tiny and have such a baby face there's no way you'd be considered an adult!" Manso said adjusting his glasses on his nose felt smart.

"Fine hyung I'm 7,"

"Ha! I knew it~"

"and a half!" Chan argued.

"Still, who's the hyung here?"

"you," Chan mumbled.

"I can't hear you~"

"It's you!" Chan yelled.

Suddenly Chan was broken out of his trance when he heard a scream.

"HELP!" somebody screamed.

Chan rushed towards the person worriedly.

"Where are you!?" Chan screamed looking around eagerly.

"Here!" the voice screamed again this time a bit closer. Chan ran through the sand towards the voice.

He saw a blonde-haired boy with his hands against his abdomen red tinting his white shirt.

"A-are you ok?" Chan stuttered realizing the boy had seemed to have gotten stabbed.

"H-help me, please..." the boy whispered, his eyes rolling back as he seemed to give up due to exhaustion.

"Shit!" Chan yelled, holding the boy up in his arms.

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