The song, hehe ^
Hwiyoung's POV:
My breath is knocked out of me as I hit the ground, and I feel a hand clap over my mouth and someone whispers, 'Shh!' in my ear. I smell strawberry body spray, which I faintly recognize, and a pair of small glasses fall next to my head. Who does this remind me of? I feel like I should really know...
"Why are you here?" A familiar voice hisses in my ear.
I frown. "Who are you?"
He sighs and rolls me over, hovering over my hips. "Me, you idiot!" Inseong says, rolling his pretty brown, foxlike eyes.
I stare in shock, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I could say the same to you." He snaps back, ignoring my question. "Do you realize that this is where all the criminals and drug dealers stay?"
"Wait, for real?!?" I gasp, "Then why the hell are you here, Inseong?"
"You first." Inseong demands stubbornly.
"Okay, I ran away from my fighting parents and walked up the wrong street. I got lost. Your turn."
He sighs. "Just..... Nothing."
"No. I refuse to take that as an answer." I snap harshly.
Inseong cringes away from my tone of voice. "Well..... Just don't tell Jaeyoon, okay? Please! I just want to get this over with...... I- Well... I had depression a while ago, and I.... Well, I did some stuff, and now I need to, um, pay off a debt... Y'know, just so it all goes away, and won't fuck up my future.... If anyone knew I woudn't get into college, I'd have a shitty job, if any, and Social Services would most likely try and take my kids away, if I have any."
I stare, "But what did you do?"
"It's-" His head snaps up at the sound of footsteps, "Shit!"
He picks me up and shoves me behind a Dumpster, where I roll onto my stomach to watch.
A person with dark clothes walks up to Inseong and holds out his hands. The person remains silent. Inseong nervously places something (I assume it's money) into his hands and backs off. He reaches down and picks up his dropped glasses.
"You're alone, right?" A deep, familiar voice demands.
"I came here alone, yes." Inseong half-truths.
"Good." The other replies. The wind blows and his hood comes off. I stifle a gasp. Sungmin!?!
Inseong starts to back off and Sungmin glares at him, "You know, we could always continue business." He offers.
Inseong looks taken aback. "N-No thank you." He stutters, and runs away. After Sungmin leaves, I chase after him. When I catch up, he's crying, curled up in a ball next to an old shop. I touch his shoulder and he jerks back, crying out in surprise. I put my hands up like the police are going to shoot at me.
"S-sorry that you had to see that." He whispers. "You probably never want to speak to me again now."
I sit down next to him and hug him hard, "Go home and sleep now." I murmur, and Inseong nods, standing up. I watch him walk away, wondering what he needed to pay for.
It's then that I decide ignorance is my new best friend.
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A/n:
Welp, no one died.
Word Count: 548
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