Mad (UNDERGOING EDITING)

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Kyungsoo pov!!!

I was stunned, as I sat there, watching reruns of the latest news. It was him, oh my god, it was Chanyeol.

"A patient has run away from Seouls Hospital, coming from the mental ward. The young man, name of Park Chanyeol, was first admitted with heavy suicidal thoughts, self harm was a risk with him. Though he has, to our knowledge, hurt others." I jumped at the news casters words. The front door opened and jongdae and minseok rushed in, freezing at the site of me in front of the TV. " We ask that if you see this man, do not approach directly, he has hostal lash outs under pressure. We ask you simply call the police and inform them if where and when you saw him. We are unaware of where he is, what he's doing, and who he's with. But it's assured that this dangerous man will be found and returned to his rightful place in the hospital. Any one found harbering will have to answer to a court of law." And before more could be said I shut it off. I didn't want to hear anymore.

It was bullshit. All of it. I knew Chanyeol, I believe his word. He spoke if a bumpy past, and not having a home or family. I wanted to give it to him. In the three days Ive known him, he's become a part of my life. My friend.

"Kyungsoo, we just saw him walking down the street. Came here right afterwards." Jongdae stated. "Should we call the police?"

"Are you insane? No, of course not." I slid my shoes on.

"You're not doing what I think you're doing? You can't harber him." Minseok gasped.

"Watch me." I grumbled grabbing my keys and walking out. They followed turning off the lights and closing the door.

They climbed into my car begging and pleading. Finally, two blocks down, minseok pulled out his phone. In which I yanked it from him and threw it to my feet where nither could reach.

"Come on, kyungsoo. Think!" Minseok snapped.

"Kyungsoo, they said he's dangerous." Jongdae frowned.

Just as he said that I slammed on the brakes, making the car behind me honk. Slowly I pulled over and parked at the edge of a park. Looking out at a figure on a bench, stray kitten in his lap. We all could tell it was Chanyeol by his plain clothes and messy hair.

"He look dangerous to you?" I looked to jongdae, than over my shoulder to minseok as they stared at his lonely posture and gentle hands that lifted and cradled the cold stray.

I got out and got about ten feet from him when he looked under and groaned. "Kyungsoo, I'm not going back."

"Yeah you are." I stood in front if him looking down at the kitty, I slowly pet it's head.

"No, it's no-"

"Safe? Because I'll be arrested if they find you? I know that, and I don't care."

"I'm just gonna go back to the hospital in the morning."

"What, why?" I yelled causeing the resting cat to stur.

"There's no point in running from the hospital, I'll never be a free man." He shrugged. "I'm gonna take him to some pet place thing, I don't know. Some where they'll fix him up and give him to a good family."

"Why?"

"Because he's a stray, and he nee-"

"No, not the cat. You, why can't you be a 'free man'."

"Oh." He frowned. "I was seven when my mother signed over all gaurdian ship of me to the hospital. But she died, and now there's nobody to sign the release forms, and I can't because I'm the paitent. Doesn't matter how old I am. So Im stuck, and property of the hospital."

So he has no gaurdian it someone with legal rights over him to sign for his release. That's sad, he is really, totally alone. That actually pissed me off.

"Would a spouse have the power to sign for your release?"

"You think someone would marry me? The entirety if Korean thinks in some hostil suicidal twat."

"Just anwser the question." I groaned. He looked me in the eye and shrugged, stroking the purring fur ball before him.

"Yeah, I suppose."

"Good, then from now on, we're ingaged." He froze at my words slowly looking into my eyes.

"What?" He raised a brow. I grabbing his hand lifting him to his feet, the cat between us, he looked down to me. I just then realized how tall he was. And up his close, damn. I knew he was attractive, but wow.

"We're gonna get married, I'll sign the form, than divorce. Sound like a plan?"

He thought for a moment, looking down to our hands. "And what if I don't want to?"

"You don't want to get out of that hell whole?"

"No, get a divorce." He shuffled uncomfortably. "What if I don't want to?"

"Oh, well, than we don't."