KIDNAP [SEONGJOONG]

CHAPTER 4

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The day was dull. So dull that no one could actually comprehend with clarity whether it was morning or evening already.

The corridors were cold and empty. A strong, chilly wind whistled through the windows, making their old panes rattle. The grey walls seemed to shake and the entire structure of the domicile looked twice as dull as it usually looked. It felt gross.

A little boy walked through the corridors, a huge box of discarded materials in his hands. They were too much for his small grip and his little figure, but he had no other choice.

Orphans cannot be choosers, can they?

And so he waddled across the floor, trying his best to not let anything drop, because if he did, even though unintentional, everything would scatter all over the place, and he would have to sit down and gather them all once again. He had already done this twice previously, he had no urge to do it once again.

Little Seonghwa stood in front of a room, doors left open. The six year old had noticed it, even though his vision was almost blocked by the huge box in his hands. He walked inside the storehouse, feet almost loosing balance, as he quickly put the box down to where he was supposed to keep it and stood upright, heaving a loud sigh and swiping all the sweat off his forehead. Seonghwa, thinking he had finished his work, rubbed his hands vigorously upon his tattered trousers, and was about to walk out, when suddenly, he heard something.

He heard carefully.

It was a cry.

A soft, muffled, unclear cry.

Someone was in the room...crying.

Seonghwa was too scared to go investigate where the sound came from. But had had within himself the heart of a child, cogitative and curious, and in the end, curiosity always wins over fear.

He slowly walked around the room in order to locate the sound properly. Soon he realised where it was coming from. Seonghwa cautiously walked towards the farthest and the darkest corner of the room, his heart beating faster. His conscience told him to flee, and that this might be a trap, but his heart ordered him to move forward. Finally, the little boy came and stood in front of the huge boxes that were deposited there in a tumultuous disorder. He wondered, How can someone be...here? Not sure of what to do next, he plucked up courage and slowly called,

"I-Is anyone h-here?"

"H-Help..."

Seonghwa was stunned to hear a faint, low voice coming from somewhere in the darkness between the boxes. In the poor illumination of the room, he could hardly see much. Still, he decided to venture.

Not wasting a moment, he quickly started moving the boxes with all the strength he had in his little body. Once it was clearer, he looked up and his eyes finally met the source of the cry.

It was a little boy, somewhere close to his age. He wore tattered clothes too, his shirt barely hanging from his bony shoulders. He was hugging his knees close to his chest and his tiny form was shivering, complete with muffled sobs and cries. He was so small and frail, you'd think he was made only of bones. His face was buried in between his knees, so Seonghwa couldn't see his face.