Crush [HAOBIN]

8

On a gloomy evening.

ZhangHao woke up with the serious pain in his whole body. Especially on the head and his back.

He looked around his bedroom, there was no one but him. He forced himself to get up and put his clothes back that were scattered on the floor.

His body trembled. Still surprised by what just happened to him just now.

He couldn't think about anything other than that. His tears flowed. He never thought that his own father would do such a thing to him.

A father.

ZhangHao felt himself dirty. He wiped his face, hands and feet. He wanted to get rid of the traces attached to his body. From face to toe. Everything was covered with red cuts and bruises that turned blue.

ZhangHao bit his lip.

ZhangHao hurriedly packed his things and ran out of the house. Although his legs still felt weak, he had to strengthen them until he arrived at the bus station.

After several minutes, a bus finally arrived and stopped in front of ZhangHao.

That was Uncle Ming's bus. The bus door now is open.

"Hao, do you need a ride?" Ask Uncle Ming as he sees ZhangHao seems spaced out.

"Hao? ZhangHao?!"

"Ah! Yes Uncle!" ZhangHao rushed into the bus. He sat right behind the bus driver.

"Are you okay, son?" Ask the eldest.

ZhangHao was silent again.

Uncle Ming groaned a little, starting to worry.

"where are you going?" Ask him as he saw there were cuts and bruises on Zhang Hao's forehead and cheeks.

Uncle Ming also noticed the bags next to ZhangHao. The same bag he brought when he arrived from Seoul this morning.

"Seoul" he replied as he looked out the bus window.

"Is something wrong, son?" Uncle Ming asked softly.

"Uncle..." called ZhangHao.

"Eum?"

"Please send greetings, and sorry to my mom. I didn't have time to meet and greet her, she may have already walked home from the farm," he said.

"I want to surprise her, but I think I don't have a chance today"

"But why such in a hurry, son? See your mom first, before going home" Uncle Ming tried to persuade.

No! Ma can't see me like this!

"I can't uncle, there's something important waiting for me in Seoul now" replied ZhangHao with a bitter smile.

"I'll be back again, you'll come and get me, right9" He added.

Uncle Ming sighed again, then nodded. He started driving and sent ZhangHao home directly to the city of Seoul.

It seems the weather also understands ZhangHao's heart. Just a rough, dreary drizzle. The swollen eyes let out another tears again.

Upon arrival in Seoul, ZhangHao got off the bus with his bags. Suddenly, as his feet started to walk away, Uncle Ming called out to him.

The eldest pulled him into a warm embrace. His back is gently stroked by the old man.

"Whatever happens, you have to be strong, son! Remember you are not alone. There are still a lot of people who love you!" He last message before the hug.