Boys For Hire!!

Chapter 27: Ignition

Author's note:
I swear if I had a dollar for every time a new reader assumes the plot is going to be every Ouran Host Club:

*slaps forehead furiously while hundreds of dollars rain down*

On a side and better note!! We reached #437 in romance like wowow~~ Boys For Hire's highest ranking so far (ik should be keeping track huh😂) was #538.

Thank you everyone for continuously supporting this story!!

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???'s POV (BC) (BC is basically 'Before Chi')

"Excuse me." A little voice whispered.

The man stopped walking and halted in front of the boy behind the rusty metal picket fence. The man noticed the stranger's linger on his yet untouched apple, and with platonic kindness he handed the apple over the fence.

The man watched as the apple disappeared before his very eyes, wolfed down by the stranger in less than a couple seconds.

The stranger licked his lips. "More."

As the man passed over a juice box and a packed chicken salad, he took his time observing the home behind the stranger. The house was ragged, torn down, like a haunted house from a theme park. The porch sported a rocking chair and children's toys beyond their time, a feeling of abandonment surrounding them. The lawn surround the house hadn't been tended to, it was obvious. The dirt was dry and cracked, and only a few specs of grass remained.

The man looked at the stranger who was halfway through the chicken salad, the juice box already long gone.

"Do you live here?"

Mouth full, the stranger responded. "Yes."

"You don't look a day over 18."

"I'm not."

The man furrowed his brow. "Where's your parents?"

"They're not around."

"They grocery shopping?" By the state the stranger was in, the man already knew the answer to that.

"They're not around." He repeated, messily wiping his mouth with his ragged sleeve and handing back the now empty container.

The man took in the condition of the human in front of him. It hadn't looked like he'd bathed in weeks, dirt and multiple infected cuts littered his cheeks and any other visible skin that was covered by torn up clothing. His hair was covered in dandruff and dirt, making it hard to determine a singular hair colour. But all of these flaws couldn't deter from the stranger's clear, deep blue eyes that shone like diamonds.

"When will they be back?"

The stranger's eyes widened in the slightest. "T... They won't be back."

"So you have no one around to look after you?"

The stranger shakes his head.

The man reached into his coat pocket and grabbed a business card from its velvet sleeve, taking the stranger's hand and gently pressing the card into his palm. The man also slipped him a five dollar bill, his eyes observant as he watched the stranger's eyes widen as if it's the most money he's ever seen.