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Bundles (I'm so original)

Minho bit his lip, staring at the floor.
This was not a subject he was comfortable with.

He leaned back on the bed, until he was lying, and stared up at the ceiling instead.

"It all started when my mom got a full time job," he began.

Jisung lay down too, not really having expecting a life story but now wanting to hear all of it.

"My dad had been working full time overseas for a long time, and my mom wanted to go to him and work like she had when I wasn't born yet. And since a, at that time, seven year old child, that was the time I started dancing, got in the way a little, she decided to send me to a nice foster family. They were nice at first, but it turned out they only wanted a kid for the money. The others, their real kids, started picking on me, so I ran away at some point, and the police send me to an orphanage. I got adopted since I was young and cute and pretty, and they were super nice to me, but about three months in, child protective services came and found out that I couldn't stay since we moved into a house that was way too small. They took me away and brought me to another foster family. At that point I left my stuff packed in a backpack, but my new mom was very strict and didn't like that. She said I was part of the family now and should act like it, so I packed my stuff into bundles, that made it easier for me to run away a few months later. I don't know how I found my way back to the orphanage, but I was around 11 when I was adapted again. They were nice, treated me well, except for the few "episodes" the dad had. He started yelling at me and my new mom, and though he never hit us, he broke a lot of stuff and scared the shit out of me sometimes. I ended up running away again, but got found and brought back. With twelve, my new mom send me into a boarding school, where I started dancing professionally and began training for becoming a backup dancer. I also managed to contact my mom, who returned with my father to Korea, but only long enough to enroll me into a school which was similar to a boarding school, but with actual apartments. By the time I turned 14, I was busy a lot, I went to practice right after school and came home late and stuff. At some point I found my stuff outside my apartment when I returned, that was the first time one of my roommates kicked me out."

Jisung sat up, rage contorting his features. "Are they even allowed to do that??"

Minho shrugged. "Apparently. Anyways, I started moving from roommate to roommate, every single one having the same problem: I was never home. They all wanted the typical "friends for life" roommate, not someone who doesn't even know your name and is gone a lot. Then I became a backup dancer for BTS, who were just starting to become popular, and bundles were very helpful because they were easy to pack and it was easier to collect them when you found them outside your dorm. At some point I met Hyunjin and Felix, who helped me find new roommates every time before I started rooming with Felix, who then moved to Australia, I found a new roommate who kicked me out like, what, three weeks after I moved in?"

Jisung reached out and softly wiped away the tears that were flowing down Minho's cheeks, unnoticed by the boy himself.

"Hyunjin then send me to you, saying you were a great guy and we should try it out. And up til now, you're the only one who hasn't kicked me out, yet."

Minho stared up at Jisung, who was just smiling softly. "I'll never kick you out," the rapper muttered, lying down next to Minho again, pulling him closer.

"What are you doing?", Minho asked.

"You looked like you needed a hug, so I'm giving you one."

Minho laughed. "Didn't know we were doing that."

A few moments later he was asleep.