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10

sometimes, I think that Han jisung is insane.
yes, he's definitely insane.

"don't do that! he could hurt you!"
I said as I dragged him away from that very scary and big looking dog.
he was looking like he would attack my squirrel any second.

"but he definitely wanted to be friends with me!"
he whined.

"jisung, no."
I rolled my eyes.

we were just on our walk after his Korean lesson, and today, he was definitely more excited about this world than usual.

everyone was his friend today, and he said "Hello." to every single stranger that passed by.

maybe that's just the loneliness in him I guess.

"watcha thinking about?"
he said, slurping his slushie I bought him at a gas station we were passing by.
he wouldn't leave me alone.

"nothing. we still have twenty minutes, wanna go to the lake and say hello to your duck friends?"
I asked, and his eyes literally started shining.

"yes! oh my god, let's go!"
he said and started running.
well, that lasted four seconds before he stopped and started walking again.

typical jisung behavior honestly.

I saw the lake in sight, and he was talking about his duck friends all the way there.
honestly, can't blame him.
I'm the only thinking and talking friend he has.
ducks are good too I guess.

well, his smile and his happy face didn't last long.
the ducks weren't there.

he was looking at the lake with his pouty lips, clearly disappointed.
"where are they Minho?"

"I don't know. maybe they went on a vacation today, or they just went to look around a little. I'm sure they will be back when we will go here tomorrow."
I said giving him a small smile.

he nodded, his pouty lips still remaining, as we walked back to the mansion.
honestly, I felt bad for him.
he was super excited to see his duck friends.

"what do we have for lunch today?"
he asked me.

"I don't know? I think we are having Peking duck or something."

he suddenly stopped walking.
I looked at him, and I was confused as hell when I saw him...crying?

I immediately cupped his cheeks.
"hey, what's wrong?"

"m-minho, what if they t-took my d-duck friends and c-cooked them and n-now I will eat t-them?"
he sobbed out.

I sighed.
"don't worry, I'm sure that-"

"I w-will eat felix for lunch."
he sobbed out, hugging the shit out of me.

"hey, don't worry, you won't be eating...uhm..felix for your lunch. I'm pretty sure they bought a duck in a store, okay? relax sung, you won't be eating your ducks."
I said as I patted his back.

he looked at me with his teary eyes and pouty lips.
"but...but what if I eat felix?"

I sighed, ruffling his hair.
"let's go home, okay?"

he nodded.

I put my hand around his waist and we walked home in silence.

when we reached the mansion, we went inside.

"mr. jisung, you can go wash your hands, the lunch will be served soon."
the maid said.

he nodded and went upstairs, as I made my way to the kitchen and washed my hands there.

few moments later, we were sitting on a chair, waiting for our lunch.

I was eating lunch with jisung today, because his math lesson was cancelled, because we have different plans, and I wouldn't be able to eat my lunch later.

the lunch was served, and as I said before, it was a Peking duck.

I started eating it, but jisung wasn't.
he was lowkey judging the shit out of that duck.

"it isn't felix, don't worry."

he looked at me, clearly not believing me.

I sighed.
"it's not hyunjin, seungmin, changbin or jeongin either."

"but what if you're eating felix-?"

"should I just feed you?"
I looked at him.
I was getting a little annoyed.

instead of judging the duck, he started judging me.
"I'm fine. eat your duck."

"I intend to, but you have to eat your duck too. you need food to gain strength for today."

jisung sighed.
"maybe I should just pretend I feel sick so I wouldn't have to go."

I looked at him, feeling sorry for him.

oh, I didn't say why his math lesson was canceled, right?

well, he was going to do a interview with his dad on national television today.
he needs to be shown more, because he will be the next CEO of his dads company or something, according to mr. Hans words.

honestly, I think it's bullshit.

my poor jisung was stressing about it the whole week, and he still isn't excited about this.

honestly, I'm worried about him.
he was practically cut off from human contact, and the only people he talked with or spend time with were the maids, or me.
maybe we could count his dad, but he only yells at jisung, so I don't think he counts.

he himself isn't exactly a social butterfly, and suddenly being in a room with so many unknown people after none contact with humans could be absolutely terrifying and terrible for him.
not that his dad cared tho.
he apparently doesn't have a brain.

jisung was just playing with his food, spacing out.

I sighed.
this poor boys life wasn't easy.

I'm pretty sure he doesn't even want his dad's company.
but he has to do all of this.
even tho he doesn't want to.
my poor baby.

"hey, jisung, are you okay?"
I said, getting up and putting my hand on his shoulder.

he flinched, before looking at me.
"yeah, I'm fine."

I gave him a small smile.
"don't stress yourself, okay? I will be there with you for the whole time, so don't worry, you can always come to me for comfort, and you can stick to me."

he returned the smile, genuinely.
"thank you Minho, really."

I nodded.
"finish your food now, okay? I promise it isn't felix."

A/N
FINALLY AN UPDATE OH MY GOD?!😍
took me long enough 😭

sorry my loves, gonna update this story more often, I just didn't know how to continue 😭✊🏻

bye my loves, stay healthy 💕