Camboy

Hei Ryung

The car dragged along the tarmac when it reversed from Hoseok's driveway. The younger man had stuffed the trunk and passenger seat with toys, clothes and colouring books to the brim; this made it almost impossible for them to close the overfilled trunk. After some time, Min Yoongi was on the road again with a one-plus, a little child strapped into the backseat.

"Appa, " The baby in the back fiddled with her fragile fingers. "I'm hungry."

"Not appa, Hei Ryung. Oppa."

"Appa, Uncle Hoseok says I can eat soon..." She states, glancing into the rearview mirror. "When can I eat?"

Yoongi sighed, his own stomach rumbling. The truth was, he hadn't eaten since early yesterday morning when Jin had prepared chocolate chip pancakes. When Jin cooked or baked, it was always flavourous and absolutely scrumptious, the best of the best.

His fingers tapped aimlessly against the steering wheel, completely zoning out as the car rolled to a stop and stilled; cars, trucks and other vehicles were packed like sardines in a tin. Almost instantly, the sun started to set and cast a golden shadow over the highway they were stuck on.

Slight discomfort settled in the empty pit of Yoongi's stomach as he inched the car forward. His mouth was intolerably dry and rough, his hands coarse and clammy. The man's stomach rumbled vociferously, the pain confined and agonizing as he leaned back in his leather car seat.

"Hei Ryung, where would you like to eat?"

The little girl looked back up into the rearview mirror, her eyes sparkling like a child's on Christmas day, "Panda Express! Panda Express!"

"Panda Express it is then." Yoongi murmured softly to himself, driving slowly and keeping his eyes alert for the right turn off point.

Hei Ryung bound over towards a vacant table and Yoongi jogged after her, balancing a tray full of rice, noodles and ample amount of Coca-Cola. The place was fully packed with tourists and the sounds of slurping and lip-smacking; the awful noises had made Yoongi awkwardly cringe, the hairs on his arms prick up at attention.

The child's stick-like arms struggled to propel her forward into the red adult chair she had desired to sit at, "Appa, help me!"

Embarrassingly, Hei Ryung's shouting and pleading attracted the attention of nearby families and couples; Yoongi cringed awkwardly at this, stood up from his seat and grabbed the girl, dragging her away from the chair.

"Sit in this chair! " Her carer harshly whispered as his cheeks flamed up. Hei Ryung was now strapped into a high chair and, to her dismay, the red chair was now occupied.

She struggled against her restraints, trying to stand up. "Don't you dare move either."

"But-"

"No buts and do as your told."

"Appa, I-"

"Hei Ryung, shut up and do as your told!" Yoongi raised his voice loud enough to yet again gain the attention of the surrounding people. Cowering underneath their prying gazes, the tips of his ears deepened into a cherry-red colour as he hunched over and stared at the floor. 

A self-pitied cry ripped through the air and followed a red-faced child and an infuriated man to their seldom-used car. The only evidence that they had ever been there was the hushed gossiping and the wasted food discarded on a now vacant table.

The two and a half hour ride back was more silent and tense as soon as Hei Ryung's wailing ceased; it was so tense that a dull knife could easily slice through it. However, unlike before, the motorway was quieter and the flow of the traffic was much better, much easier.

Yet little did he know, it was going to be a long ride.

One hand trying to fiddle with a key to unlock the door to an apartment; one hand finding difficulty in successfully hindering a two-year-old child from escaping its clutch. Sweat gathered on Yoongi's furrowed brow as it glistened like clear water bathing in the moon's soft light.

Yet the situation wasn't that serene.

Ear-piercing screams and wails had awoken Yoongi's frustrating and nosy rich neighbours; he could tell this when neighbours' blinding lights turned on consecutively. The red-faced child started to yank at her new carer's veiny hand as fat tears rolled down her plump cheeks, never showing any sign of seizing.

Finally, the heavy, oakwood front door gave way...

...and in tumbled a spoilt child and an extremely pissed Min Yoongi.

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Hey, guys. I'm back from the dead and I've fallen with some cold. However (before you guys knife me) I will still be posting and I will stick to my schedule. 

Anyway, have you guys seen Jungkook's red hair?! I was like "Finally, it's not a shade of brown!"

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