"this is unacceptable, 1700! look at those threads falling out, i want it clean!" his master/boss yelled, throwing the newly sewn shirt back at the young boy.
he bowed his head in shame as the distant sound of sewing machines slowly rang away. everyone was staring, everyone was judging.
"slack some more and see what'll happen to you, useless prick. i want 10 more in 15 minutes in perfect condition or you're getting it." he huffed before leaving and slamming the wooden door.
the orange hair took a deep breath and sat back down at his station, tears slowly dripping down.
take me away, anyone.
the sound of muffled footsteps outside the confined room caught his attention.
another tour around the factory for university students.
he wanted to run. to run out from this hellhole and show himself. show those tourists the real image of this factory.
that what they show of 'fully automatic production of shirts' are basically a fraud.
that they bought children from poor families to overwork.
to torture, to kill, to resell.
one of the boys was staring at the one-way window, staring as if they've locked eyes.
he pointed at it and asked the guide. of course the staffs denied anything and said it's only for authorized personnel.
the boy doesn't seemed convinced.
maybe he knew.
quickly checking his surroundings, 1700 dashed towards the table at the middle of the room. everyone watched him as their hands continued sewing, feets on the motors.
he reached up for the secret stash of paper and pen in the outermost cabinet. shakily and nervously, he scribbled on 3 words, messing up a little due to his limited education.
"hey, someone's coming." one of the boys nearest to him whispered from his counter, his hands running the fabric under the machine.
1700 ran back to his seat, just in time as one of the staffs opened the door to check on them.
when the staff's back was turned to him, he hurriedly lined the small piece of paper along with a small piece of cardboard.
he started sewing the red silk around his message, careful not to tear his precious paper.
his saviour, his ticket out of here.
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구해줘 (guhaejwo) • k.is + k.ch
Fanfiction°구해줘° (guhaejwo) ∆ save me -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- in which inseong finds a paper sewn hidden in a shirt given to him from a tour a paper with words he couldn't quite decipher due to his weak korean, written shakily in a child-like man...
