In which Minho notices a handsome boy living on the streets and decides he wants to 'have' him.
"If you sign this you'll be allowed to live here. You'll have your own room. Food, clothes and every other thing you might want will be provided for you...
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☆•°Cold and Homeless°•☆ •°○●.•○○°•.○•●°•●°•○•°○●•○°•○•●°•●°•○
Minho was walking his usual route down the street, when he progressively noticed more and more homeless people around.
Day by day it seemed like there were more of them sitting or laying on the side, begging for money, and at first, it got on Minho's nerves.
However after some time, he slowly but surely started feeling bad for them. Because in the end, they were humans too, right? And frankly, he didn't want to judge anyone before getting to know their story. Besides, who would volunteerly sleep on the streets and beg for money anyway? Each and every one of them must've had his own personal reasons and struggles.
One day when he was walking back home after hours of work, it was surprisingly quiet on that particular street. He didn't see anyone around, and only concentrated on the beautiful winter sunset.
Since it was winter, it was rather rare to see few sunrays breaking through the thick layer of clouds, and now that it was happening, he wanted to enjoy it to the fullest on his way back home.
His state of tranquility, however, was broken a few minutes later when someone suddenly walked up and started talking to him.
"E-Excuse me sir.. d-do you have any spare money on y-you..?" The voice he heard was shaky, trembling and barely able to get the words out.
When Minho stopped walking and turned to look into the person's face, he had to take a small step back in shock realizing the voice belonged to a boy around his age. He could've been anywhere between 20 to 25 years old.
While looking down on him to see what he was wearing, all he could find was a tattered, dirty t-shirt as well as sweatpants in that same condition. No jacket, no shoes, nothing. His hair was all around the place, his face also dirty and his entire body shaking from the cold winter weather.
"S-Sir.. please.. a-anything helps.." He really was trembling, his teeth chattering and his exposed arms, ears and face were tinted a deep red color and looked so cold and frozen.
"Sorry no. I don't have anything on me." He answered, and somehow, his voice came out sounding colder than the current weather.
He continued walking right after and all he could hear from the back was a faint and weak voice trying to reach him.
"O-okay.. s-sorry to b-bother you.."
Minho did have money on him. More than enough even.
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While preparing dinner back at his warm home, Minho couldn't help but think back at the expression that boy had on his tired looking face.
It was this mix of fear, helplessness and desperation, but somehow also deep numbness.
