구해줘 (guhaejwo) • k.is + k.ch

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"i didn't find anything, inseong. i think you're just being crazy over caffeine or something." jaeyoon stressed for the nth time.

"what happen to you? those are some crazy eye bags." youngbin's thumb grazed the lower lid of inseong's eyes.

"whatever, your eyes are still pretty." he added.

both dawon and jaeyoon raised their eyebrows in sync.

"no homo, geez." youngbin went back to drinking his coffee.

"i found something, and then i just wasn't able to sleep." inseong slid the note across the table, earning a gasp from dawon.

"so it is true." everyone stared at the 3 words, curiosity sparkling in their eyes.

"it reads guhaejwo, yall idiots." inseong snatched the note back before jaeyoon's pesky fingers was able to touch a single fiber of it.

"guhaezwo~" youngbin mocked his lisp.

"fucking hell, i'll wack you if you ain't my friend." inseong cursed under his breath, checking his watch.

it's almost time.

"i need to go." he stood up from his seat, grabbing his frappe and walked towards the door.

"to where?"

"i've informed the police, i'm going with them." without waiting for his friends' reply, he stepped out into the cold december wind.

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"do you think he found it?" 2897 asked again, skillfully moving one fabric over another.

"patience, hyung." 1700 looked out of the window to see...

another tour group?

"that's weird, why is there another tour group?" his hyung muttered, even though his eyes never left the sewing machine and the delicate fabric under his control.

"it's that boy again. the one that got my shirt." both pairs of hands stopped sewing as they watched the group.

"how are you so sure?" his hyung looked back at him.

"his eyes. their like those of a fox."

1700's eyes met with the said eyes again, through the window.

the boy gave a quick smile, a smile that the staff will miss due to their lower observance level.

he knows.

"he knows. he smiled. at us." 1700 couldn't help but to shed a few drops of tears, blinking back a whole waterfall that's gonna break his dam.

the sound of sewing machines slowed to a halt, everyone watched with interest.

the boy turned his eyes away from the window, and demanded the door to be opened.

"i know your secret, i know there are kids inside there! so open that fucking door!" he shouted with determination.

"who gave him the information? who!?" master ran through the back door, eyeing everyone in the room.

"answer me! or i'll start shooting until everyone drops dead!" holding a gun in his hand, he pointed it at 2897.

"was it you? so that you won't get resold off next year?"

he didn't dare to shoot, he knows it himself. the gunshot will make that group outside break themselves in.

"we are the police from seoul's police force, let us into that room." the muffled voices outside are having a verbal battle.

the police are winning.

"i did! i sent the boy a message in his shirt. he was observant enough to find it, unlike you!" 1700 took all his strength and his courage to stand up to who he had been bowing down to for 15 years. who he had been fearing for 15 years.

"you're nothing more than a convict now." the last few words made his master's eye twitch.

"you little skunk bag." he pointed the gun at him, 1700 braced himself for the blow.

the gunshot rang in the room.

"1700, kid. you alright?" that was his hyung's voice, 2897.

he slowly opened his eyes, only to suck in a huge breath before closing them back at the grusome sight.

"take all of them outside." one voice commanded.

around him, his fellow brothers and sisters were escorted out.

"hey, kid. open your eyes." 1700 snapped his eyes open to that sweet, honey-like voice.

it was that boy, the fox eyes.

he looked so pretty close up.

"you're pretty." 1700 bluntly stated, making the other let out a giggle.

"have you seen yourself, little one? you're handsome too." his huge hands reached up to ruffled his orange hair playfully.

"my name's inseong, how about you?" inseong started walking out of the room.

1700 ran up to him and hug his legs, desperately clinging for affection.

"i don't have a name. i go by 1700."

inseong bend down to pick him up, carrying him all the way outside of the factory.

"what does '1700' means?"

"it's my birth day and year."

inseong had to mentally slap himself for how cute this little one is acting.

"you're younger than me, so you have to call me hyung. ara?" the older received a little nod.

when they reached the police cars that are parked outside, inseong bent down to put the younger one on the floor.

"please don't p-put me down, hyung..." the younger whined, his small hands clinging onto the older's neck, not wanting to let go.

inseong sighed and picked him back up, getting into one of the cars.

"bring me and this one back to my dorms." by the time inseong realized, he had already said out that sentence, making the officer smile.

"buckle up, i'm taking the highway route." she informed before starting the engine.

inseong checked on the younger one, who's still clinging onto him like a koala to his tree.

"get some sleep, okay? look at your eye bags..." his thumb softly rub the younger's cheeks in pure affection.

he's so light and small compared to other 15 year olds.

"connected already?" the female officer asked.

inseong looked at her with a puzzled look, his hand combing through the younger's hair as he slept peacefully.

"oops, i'm sorry. you were staring at his sleeping figure for like 5 minutes now. like a dad and his child." she laughed, turning at a junction.

inseong shrugged.

"he's making me feel fuzzy in some type of way."