𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍. || k.jw & k.hb [✔️]

alien boy ≫ prologue

≫ third person

Hanbin rarely went outside, but whenever he did go outside, for school and buying food, he feels everyone's eyes in the neighborhood burning his back slowly. He sighed, tired from all the attention, he was just a few steps to his front door. He ran in quick and then finally felt the comforting isolated aura come back. Hanbin locked the door, unwilling to let anyone in the premises of his house.

It wasn't considerably his but..

Hanbin lives alone, he really doesn't see his parents because they were always at work in the daytime, they only came back at late nights and then came back to their respective workplaces early in the morning. Hanbin didn't worry about food, since his parents always leave him fresh food in the fridge. He could make food for himself from time to time. He didn't really mind it.

Plopping his bag on the sofa and slowly walking to his bedroom, he went in and changed his clothes into more comforting ones. Walking back to the living room and then checking for any homework that he forgot to do in school. Hanbin has way too much time in school that he could just do all of his homework in there, unfortunately today his teachers decided to give him a shit load of them, he could guess that the amount of homework was ranging around 10 to 15. It was his guess, it wasn't accurate. But nonetheless he didn't care.

The notebooks and worksheets that are in his hands as he placed it on the coffee table. He put a rock to act as his paperweight, he rubbed his eyes in frustration. There was way too much homework for him to handle. He could call his parents to help him, but he didn't want to look like a grade 1 student needing help on reading and writing. He took in a deep breath and walked away from the homework covered coffee table and went in the kitchen.

Hanbin wasn't in the mood to deal with this, he needed to eat something to make sure that he wouldn't pass out like last time when he didn't eat food before heading on his homework. He took a granola bar from the pantry and got himself a cup of water, as a little side snack while he does his homework.

Going through all the worksheets and assignments, he luckily finished half of them. Just a few more and he'll be able to say hello to his bed and sleep in it, he checked the clock that was hanging on the wall, ticking every second that has passed. It's already 6:59 P.M. He's supposed to eat dinner at this point, he stared down at the table, messily filled with both finished and unfinished worksheets and activities.

≫ kim jiwon

I look at my watch waiting for the bus that's headed to school, it's stupid that I had to live real damn far from school. It's never been that much of a big deal to me but right now, promising that I would go early to school to help out my group mates on a project that is due today. Why couldn't they start without me? Just because I was the leader I automatically control them all to do the project by the time I stepped beside them, their like robots without batteries. They won't work till I'm there.

Hearing soft distant steps, I look to where it was coming from. My eyes darted to a dark haired boy, wearing black jeans, red converse shoes and a dark grey turtleneck sweater, sleeves reaching to his knuckles his hands clutching on a red bag pack. He sat on the bench that the bus stop offered. I look back at my watch, tapping my foot impatiently.

After a few seconds of me tapping my foot on the cement there was something else than the sound of that,
"Hey, can you stop that please? Plus it seems like you've been leaning on the pole for a long time, do you want to seat with me? I promise I won't bite." The boy said, his voice was soft and somewhat deep.

I look at the boy, I raised an eyebrow and then I pointed to myself. "Are you talking to me?" I asked, making sure that the boy was talking to me. He looked at me his eyes squinting a bit, he let out an audible sigh.

"Yes I am. Do you want to suffer standing or maybe sit with me?" The boy said, offering his seat.

"Fine." I sat with him on the bench, "What made you think for you to let me sit with you?" I asked him,

He looked at his red converses timidly, "You looked tired and frustrated from something, I thought it would be good for you to relax a bit while waiting for the bus. Oh and uhm... My name is Kim Hanbin, I'm in your class..." He looked at me.

Oh. My. God. His features, his eyes having both of a glint of sadness and fierceness within it, his lips pink and slightly plump, his nose was the kind that you would probably boop on a lot. He held his hand out a bit, hoping for a handshake, I take his hand and shake it.

"My name is Kim Jiwon, you could call me Bobby if you'd like." I said to Hanbin, he looked a little confused.

"Why Bobby?" He asked, his face saying one thing; confusion at its finest.

I hummed a bit, "I dunno I like it, maybe when I turn into some kind of artist or singer, it'll be my stage name." I shrugged my shoulders a bit.

Hanbin nodded in understanding, we both suddenly hear a bus door opening. I look down at my hand, still holding on Hanbin's hand, I blushed a little and tugged his hand, signaling to the bus being there. He quickly withdrew his hand, as it seemed as if he was in some kind of trance.

Let me be honest here, I've never seem to see Hanbin at class. Maybe he's like one of those people who are lonely but know a lot of what's happening around them. Maybe he's extra ordinary, out of this world, like an alien.

I could say, he's one cute alien boy.