Mad (UNDERGOING EDITING)

3- Please

I looked around the room I sat in. It was just me and kyungsoo now. Another one of his friends came around and took Jongdae away with him, not before poking me and bugging me for my name though.

"Here." Kyungsoo smiled setting a glass of water down in front of me on the coffee table. I looked to his eyes and frowned seeing this saddened look.

"Sorry about my friends." He sighed sitting across form me in an arm chair. "Anyway, what's your name?"

I was silent. Quieter than a sleeping mouse. If I tell him who I am, would he recognize it from the news? People are looking for me! They've said things about me on the radio. That I know for sure!

"I saved you, you would've died out there from the cold and lack of food! You can at least tell me your name!" He whined. I chuckled at his cute expression which shocked us both.

"Please? Please talk."

"Uh-" I didn't want to speak of my past, or who I was. But I knew I had to. "Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol." I nodded looking down to the apple I played with instead of eating.

"I'm kyungsoo, but you know that." He smiled. "What were you doing out there? In the cold?"

"Running."

"From home? Police? What?"

"My life. Lies." I looked him dead in the eye making him shiver. I tent to have that affect on people, yet that's only really because of the rumors that go around about my mental state at the hospital. But he doesn't know of them, so why?

"Why are you feet bloody?" He hesitated to ask.

"I cut them on glass, running." I stated looking down the them then back to his eyes.

"Well, um... Do you want me to drive you home or-"

"Home?" I tilted my head looking of into the distance.

"You don't have one?" He jumped leaning forward. I sat thinking for a moment. The last thing I remember before the hospital was being hit, and screaming. A old, beat up house and a women who wanted me gone.

"Chanyeol? Do you have a home?" Kyungsoo spoke making me snap out of my thoughts.

"No, not for a very long time." I looked down with a saddened expression. He cleared his throat and smiled.

"Well you can stay here! Sleep in the guest room as you did, and I can help you get back up on your feet." He suggested kindly. "Yeah? Sound good?"

"Why though?" I leaned forward suddenly gain in a hell of an amount of confidence. "Why help me?"

"W-well, you seamed so helpless, sad and fragile out at the park. And now knowing you don't have a place to go, I can't let you go out there only to end up right back where I found you. On the brink of death."

"Kyungsoo, do you believe? Like in love at first sight, fairly tails, happy endings, stuff like that?"

"Wha-" he looked down with crimson cheeks. "Y-yeah, I do."

"Well if I were you, I'd hold on to that feeling. Those believes." I looked down.

"Uh-"

"And I'm not gonna mess that up for you. Nothing good ever happened with me around, so I'll be taking my leave now." I sighed standing up and setting the apple down on the table next to the untouched water.

"Wait!" He gripped my shirt from behind, holding me back. I sighed again and looked over my shoulder to him.

"Huh?"

"I'm not letting you leave! Your now my roommate! You live here, that guest room is now yours! Don't leave," he pouted. "Please."