The male quickly moved his hand away from the strawberry milk carton.
Seungjun couldn't stop staring at the stanger. His dirty blone hair looked soft, his jawline was sharp, his-
"Sorry." The blonde male squeaked.
Seungjun shook his head. "You take it, my friend will just have to deal with something else."
The blonde male nodded and slowly took the carton before speed walking away.
"Boo!" Someone yelled.
"Who the fu-" Seungjun raised a fist to see who was behind him until he realized it was only Inseong.
"Don't hurt me!" Inseong begged.
"Aish, don't scare me like that." Seungjun mumbled.
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Seungjun and Inseong arrived to Inseong's house. It wasn't like Seungjun expected, it was smaller that he thought.
The two males entered the house. Seungjun smiled, it was cute. The hallway had famous paintings hung onto the white walls. The carpet was soft enough that you could sleep on it. The smell of strawberries made Seungjun lighten up a little.
"You have such a nice house, where are your parents?" Seungjun asked happily, turning to face the black haired male beside him.
Inseong was like paper, his face was pale as he shew a blank expression.
"They're gone." He said simply.
"Out of town?" Seungjun questioned, feeling at ease as he watched Inseong.
"In fucking hell." Inseong replied, his eyes tearing up yet he was giggling to himself.
Seungjun didn't know what to do, he was confused. "Are you joking? I don't understand."
"They are dead. They are rotting in hell!" Inseong yelled, causing Seungjun to flinch.
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"Inseong, don't frown like that, you will scare all the girls." Inseong's mother spoke softly with a grin glued to her face.
Inseong had just came out to his mother and father about his sexuality. His parents called Inseong's uncle so Inseong could get 'cured'
"What one is it? Frown or smile? Either way I wont be accepted!" Inseong sobbed.
"Do not speak to your mother lik-"
Before Inseongs father could finish, a horrifying scream haunted their ears, soon a truck hitting the car.
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Later that day, Inseong woke up. He was told the news about his parents death.
One part of him was happy, yet the other was devastated. He was going to be sent to a care home, but he refused and ran away to Seoul, living on the streets for a little while before an elderly woman took him home.
She was recently diagnosed with lung cancer, now spending most of her time in hospital and leaving Inseong alone.
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"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you think about it..." seungjun whispered.
Inseong smiled widely. "It's fine, they deserved it anyways." He replied, wondering off to the kitchen.
Seungjun couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable due to Inseongs quick personality change.
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A NOTE-
Hey guys, this is a bit of a shitty chapter, but i just thought i would update, thank you so much for the votes and nice messages, it encourages me to improve and write more.
