Babysitting Mafia Is More Than Just Wearing a Bunny Suit

Babysitting is about believing in your charge

Yoohan thought of just sleeping until Jay returned, but after five minutes of tossing around, he decided it would be impossible.

Cleaning up quickly in the office wasn't nearly enough. He needed a thorough scrub and a long dip in hot water. Even using new clothes did not help with the uncomfortable feelings of post-coitus.

Damn...was he getting spoiled or something? To think he couldn't take a bit of leftover filth...

Sighing, Yoohan decided to stretch his back a bit outside. The night breeze felt cold but also comforting, so he took a walk around the car, skipping and jumping in place a bit when he felt a bit chilly. Jay said he wouldn't take long anyway.

Thankfully, the parking lot was outdoors, so he could see the night sky clearly. The restaurant was also situated on the hilly side of the city, rather than on the outskirts, so the sky didn't have as much light pollution. The late winter sky even provided him with a bit of twinkling stars. For a while, Yoohan just leaned against the car and looked up, watching the blinking lights far, far away.

Until he heard a loud car horn blasting from the street, on the uphill side of the road.

Yoohan stiffened in occupational reflex, and froze for a completely different reason from his initial caution. The parking lot was facing the road, and the road was an uphill path. Someone, wearing the restaurant's uniform and seemingly an old person from their slightly hunched back and slow gait, was in the middle of crossing the street from the restaurant.

And up there, a huge van was frantically blaring its horn to no avail, going fast downhill straight into the elder crossing the street in ignorance.

Could it be that the elder's hearing was impaired? Did the van's brake break down?

Yoohan had already run toward the street even while the question was still forming in his head. His legs moved before he could think; a reflex coming from a refusal to see someone's bloodied figure lying on the street again.

His eyes moved fast from the car, which wasn't slowing down, to the elder, who still didn't sense anything wrong. He couldn't see anyone around, perhaps because it was night and the area was a quiet one.

I can make it--Yoohan kicked the ground and ran even faster. Fortunately, running had always been his forte.

"Elder!" he shouted out even though he knew the person wouldn't be able to hear, grabbed the elder's shoulder, and pushed them both to the other side--just as the van rushed past them.

He stumbled to the side of the road, feeling his side in pain but also relief. They really made it. He quickly turned and checked on the elder. "Elder, are you alr--"

"Fuck! He shoved me to the ground!"

Yoohan blinked in shock when the elder--or who he thought was an elder--cursed in a hoarse voice. The person was clearly older, but not by much, and quickly dusted himself while letting out a series of profanity. Yoohan was so stunned that he lost his cautious reflex altogether.

Belatedly, he realized that the big van, which seemed to be losing control earlier perfectly stopped in front of them. When Yoohan finally got a hold of himself again, it was too late; the van's door opened, and the 'elder' clasped a cloth over his mouth. Yoohan smelled something weird before his consciousness waned.

The last thing he remembered was two people coming out of the van, and the feeling of his weightless body being carried inside the vehicle. When the wheel rolled again, Yoohan let go of the last thread keeping him awake, drowning in darkness.

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In the blurry, dark screen, the big van rolled away from the restaurant. A pair of cold, dark eyes stared at the place where his beloved should have been.