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Taeyong woke up, it was warm and he smelled the scent of vanilla. His house did not smell like vanilla, where was he? He moved his head, only to give a small groan as his head was placed on something soft. His body didn't want to, but Taeyong opened his eyes forcefully and took in his surroundings.
He was in a house, a small penthouse that had a small tv, small kitchen, a dark hallway, and a coffee table with some newspapers. This was definitely not his house. Sitting up stiffly, he noticed he was asleep on a couch. He furrowed his eyebrows, he was very confused to how he fell asleep in an alleyway and woke up on a couch.
"Awake?" A voice behind him inquired, and Taeyong swiftly turned around to meet eyes with another man.
The man had black hair, a tall slim figure, wide eyes that looked like a bunny's and a pale color to his skin. He was holding a coffee mug in his hand, leaning onto the wall causally.
"I thought you were dead to be honest, lying there in an alleyway with no sign of getting up." He continued, now walking towards the small kitchen area. "However, looking at you now, I'm starting to second guess."
"Who are you?" Taeyong questions, feeling uneasy.
"Oh right! My apologies, my name is Doyoung. Kim Doyoung." He smiled brightly.
"Taeyong. Lee Taeyong." Taeyong whispers. "Why did you help me?"
"Well, I think of it as a job to be honest. A lot of people have slept on that couch, a lot of people like you." Doyoung starts, setting down his coffee mug and making his way over. "So, Taeyong, you want to talk about it?" He asks, sitting next to the frail boy who watched him with Bambi like eyes.
"Not really. I don't know you." Taeyong states, shifting uncomfortably.
"Don't be afraid. Sometimes it's better to talk to a complete stranger about your problems, that way you know I can't use them against you. I don't know you either." Doyoung explains, taking a sip of his coffee.
After a minute, Taeyong gives in to the temptation to release his problems. Maybe it would be nice to just talk about it, and god it would be perfect if he'd get some advice.
"I have a boyfriend who- who came home from business not long ago. He's the Jae- the man I know though." Taeyong thinks wisely about his next words. "He goes out at night, hangs out with different people, drinks more often and he- he does drugs now. I don't know what kind but he does them, and it worries me sick. I can barely sleep at night knowing that I can't help anything, knowing that somehow somebody manipulated him into thinking it was ok- and I couldn't do anything about it. I could do a damn thing." Taeyong whispers in frustration.
