daydream \ nct.

off to somewhere / s.jh

// member :  johnny seo

// genre :  runaway au, fluff, danger, (mentions of illegal transactions/works and abuse, physical injury nothing major dw)

// prompt : you ran away from home, only to encounter someone who's also running away from his previous ways of life. basically, you're just two individuals running from dark pasts to chase rainbows and new starts.

// word count : 5,820 words

one.

with a subtle creak, you push open the glass door, stepping inside the convenience store hastily. the teen cashier only throws you a brief glance while obnoxiously chewing on his gum before dropping his eyes on the screen of his phone again. you cannot just spend your money carelessly but you also cannot push yourself to starve either– so you scan the aisle where the chips are located, grabbing randoms of them before eyeing the energy bars at the end of the aisle. these will do.

there's a newly-arrived presence when you were approaching the counter, the glass door making the same sound of creak when it was pushed open and you cannot help but to give a glance. it was a guy, a tall one at that who's dressed in something formal, a navy blue dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a tailored pants which made you quirk a brow. it was an unusual attire for someone who raids a convenience store at the dead hours of the night. but seriously, who are you to made comment about his rather expensive-looking attire when you're completely the opposite in your shirt, windbreaker and jeans?

when you were done, you make a beeline towards the exit with a plastic bag in hand. there was a shed a few meters from the store so you made a stop there, stuffing the chips inside your backpack to lessen the struggle of bringing a plastic bag around. you were too busy trying to sort how to put things inside your bag properly to avoid bulking that you didnt even noticed the approaching presence– until a cock of a gun resounds, that feels way too near your ear.

whipping your head up, you came face to face with a familiar features and your jaw instantly drops. it was the same guy from the store earlier! then your eyes darts to the item which is currently prodding against your forehead, a gun.

“hand me your money, now.” he demands, prodding the weapon against your head more harshly, “or else..”

you let out a sigh then smiled, a close-lipped one as you tipped your head to the side, “dude, i literally dont have any money with me anymore— i'd appreciate it if you resume your way or better yet, just do the other option. shoot, now.”

there was a few beats of silence while you hold eye contact with the said guy before he blinked rapidly as if regaining his bearings. he dropped the weapon from your head, arms falling to his side before he quips, “are you going through something? wanna talk about it?”

you bursted out laughing at his words, eyes closing as you throw your head back. when you had your laugh, the guy was still staring down at you with a clueless glint in his eyes and you beam up at him, “you're way too kind for offering an ear as if you hadnt just threaten my life.”

he puckered his lips, avoiding your eyes and choosing to take a sit next to you, the gun now slipped into his back. silence passed between the both of you with the occasional sighs that escapes your lips. suddenly, it finally dawns over you how exhausted you actually are, eyelids now feeling as heavy as your shoulders. slumping against the backrest of the bench, you turn your head to the side, looking at the unknown guy. you have to give it to him, he's decently good-looking, undoubtedly tall and not to mention he's got a good taste in body sprays– you should know because you're currently inhaling the scent that came from him that was blown by the gentle breeze.