𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘.

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"shhh! what if we get caught?" jisung eyed the hallway. the guards were smoking outside the place, giving him enough time to slip into the hole. his hyung was shrieking behind him. his hyung—whose name is johnny—didn't want to have 'freedom', he had an attractive boyfriend in the cell next to him anyway, he was content. but johnny being johnny, saw how jisung never learned anything from the outside world, pitied him and created a plan of escape for the boy. and coincidentally his plan caught the attention of a mischievous cellmate, so they are currently panicking. "are you sure you don't want to come with me, hyung?" jisung turned his head, to see his hyung smiling at him. "jisung-ah, when you find what you were destined for," the giant looked at his smaller boy sleeping soundly through the bars. "you'd never give up on it." jisung rolled his eyes. his hyung was always so cheesy. "i'll go now. i'll write to you!" he smiled brightly at his hyung one last time before leaving the nostalgic place. sneaking through the gates, a guard caught him leaving. "oi, boy.." the guard ruffled his hair, ❝you've worked hard. the floor was a mess today.❞ jisung sighed in relief, he was in a janitor's uniform. he nodded at the guard and left.

jisung ran through crowds in the mall, all seemed new to him. he walked into an expensive jewellery shop, ❝uh, can you let me see the bigger diamonds?❞ a foreign girl with a cakey face asked, making jisung almost gag. ❝sure.❞ while the girl was flirting with the cashier, he thought of a plan.

❝theif! help there's a theif!❞ jisung could only cackle at the pathetic noises the girl was making. being friends with criminals and eavesdropping on the theives' legacies helped a lot. 'i can make a fortune out of this.'

skipping away from the crime scene, he couldnt help but notice a boy near the park, sitting on a bench crying silently on his own. jisung was sneaky, but he wasn't heartless, so he walked towards the boy.

"hey, you okay?" the boy looked up to him with the biggest and most adorable orbs. "i think so, thanks" he sniffled and wiped his tears with his sleeve. jisung felt sadder, he never wanted to see anyone miserable.

"do you maybe wanna talk about it? talking to a stranger means talking to someone who can keep a good secret." jisung tried to joke, and whispered, "since we'll probably never meet again..." the boy chuckled and coughed. "i'm set up in a marriage with a 40 year old guy-" "god that horrible." jisung gasped. he thought everyone was free outside of jail. "i know...my parents need the money, so they could go to a better version of their honeymoon." the boy lowered his head, and jisung bent down. he engulfed the boy into a warm hug.

to him, it didn't matter if he was covered in filth, that hug didn't just heal the boy, it healed himself as well. he inhaled the boy's sweet perfume, "you smell nice." the boy chuckled, "thanks, stranger." they waved each other goodbye, and went their separate ways. little did they know, their fate had been decided.

jisung hummed to himself. he always felt shy making new friends even in prison, johnny was always the one making conversations, he felt giddy and skipped his way to a motel nearby. "i guess, a few nights wouldn't hurt."

he pawned the necklace at the counter and received more than a hundred bucks. 'wow...currency matters.' he thought to himself and giggled. he arrived in his room, meeting his neighbour who lived next door. "ooh! new neighbour~ hey, i'm jaemin. you are?" jisung took his hand and lowered his gaze to the ground. jaemin was wearing a black lingerie and garment under his red trench coat. "yeah, h-hi.. i'm jisung," jisung looked into his eyes. 'huge. scary. fricking. eyes.' "well, jisung, welcome to dream motel. night!" jisung could only mutter out a small 'bye' as a response. his door slammed into his face. well, that was an experience.

jisung washed up and laid in his bed. he thought about what would happen tomorrow. what if he gets caught? he shakily drew in new air into his lungs as he closed his eyes.