Third Person POV
Misun picked at the suit now decorating his small frame. He was unused to nice clothing such as this, and it made him feel slightly uncomfortable.
When Taejung had initially shown him the suit that had just been hemmed to match his measurements (which he still didn't know how they got by the way) he had refused, saying that he couldn't afford such a thing.
But Taejung had just said not to worry about it. But Misun still couldn't shake that feeling off that he had just been given a really expensive gift that he could never pay back. It felt wrong to him.
Currently they were on their way to some dinner party. Misun had no idea where he was going or what he was doing.
All he was worried about was his father. Misun didn't have a phone, so he couldn't call his dad, and to be honest he didn't want to burden Taejung by asking if he could use his.
But as the clock ticked by, Misun grew more nervous. He bit his bottom lip, which didn't go unnoticed by Taejung.
"Is something wrong?"
"N-no..."
"Are you nervous for the party?" Taejung smiled. "Don't be. It's just a bunch of old people. They won't even spare either of us a second glance so don't worry about having to talk or anything. We just have to go for formalities."
"H-how long is this party?"
"Mmm...we'd probably be allowed to leave around eleven."
Misun sucked in breath. He decided to build up his courage. "C-can I use your phone?" He finally asked.
"Do you not have one?" Misun shook his head. "So you didn't call you parents!?" Taejung fumbled in his pocket. "Jesus, I'm so sorry, I should have asked. They must be worried sick, God I'm such an idiot."
"I-its fine." Misun took Taejung's phone gratefully. "I just don't want my father to call the police. He's paranoid like that."
"I see." Misun typed in his father's number. He picked up on the first ring.
"Hello?"
"Appa." Misun said slowly.
"Misun! Where are you!? I've been worried sick!" His father let out a breath of relief, sending a pang of guilt through Misun.
"I'm sorry, Appa. I forgot. But don't worry, I'm just with a friend."
"What time will you be back?"
"Umm..." Misun turned to Taejung. "You said eleven?"
"You can just stay the night if it's okay with him. It'll be rather late. But I'll drop you off if he doesn't want you to."
"Um...he said that he could drop me off, but it'd be late, otherwise I could stay over."
"No, you can stay the night. It's nice that you've finally made a friend, Misun. Let me meet him someday."
"Okay Appa!" Misun smiled. "I love you."
"I love you too, pancake." He hung up and I handed the phone back to Taejung.
"Thank you."
"Your father and you seem close."
"Mhmm. It's just me and him and we get by together. I don't know what I'd do without him."
"I see." They pulled up in front of a large building. Taejung helped Misun out of the car like the gentleman he was and then led him inside.
"It's so pretty in here..." Misun said, looking around.
"It's okay."
"I've never been to a place this expensive." Misun admitted. Taejung wanted to smack himself. Way to sound like a spoiled brat.
Misun giggled and waved off the comment.
"Come on." Taejung said, pulling Misun with him and further into the room. He ignored the men and women staring at him and headed straight for the buffet.
"I can't..." Misun stared at all of the food. More expensive than he would even dare to touch.
"We won't be able to eat for the rest of the night. It's now or never, and I know for a fact that neither of us has eaten since lunch today, so eat up."
Misun complied and filled a plate as minimally as possible.
To which Taejung grabbed it from his hands and filled it to the brim.
He then proceeded to drag Misun into a corner where, after much coaxing and reassuring that it was perfectly fine, both of them devoured everything.
After that, they just stood around, Taejung occasionally greeting some people, to which Misun awkwardly bowed to and greeted shyly.
"Loosen up, Misun. No one here's gonna bite." Taejung smirked, "'cept me." Misun gaped, a furious blush coating his cheeks.
He smacked a Taejung in the arm.
But he was pretty sure it hurt his hand more than it hurt Taejung's arm.
Misun realized that the kid was ripped. He blushed even more and looked away. Taejung merely smiled at the cute sight.
"Jung." Someone called. Taejung looked over and spotted another kid, waving at him.
"Ah...Misun, stay here. I have to go catch up with an old friend real quick."
"O-okay." Misun paused, but then stopped Taejung. "Where's the bathroom?"
"Down the hall and to the right, third door down. I'll meet you back at the front entrance, Okay?" Misun nodded, assured that Taejung had at least planned a meet up point instead of leaving him to fend for himself and find the handsome new kid.
Misun walked to where he was directed and entered the bathroom.
When he was washing his hands, another man entered.
Misun ignored him, up until he felt hands on his waist.
He looked up into the mirror, and gasped at the random stranger he did not know.
"E-Excuse me..." Misun tried to move, but the man refused to budge. He smirked creepily.
"Such a lovely little thing Jungkook and Taehyung's son has. I bet the ass is great."
Misun gasped as a hand began to knead one of his butt cheeks.
"L-Let go!" He struggled in the man's grip, but Misun was a small boy, smaller than the average girl body wise, and only stood at about five four.
At some point he tried pushing his hips back to move himself away from the counter. Bad decision, as it drove his ass into something...Yeah.
The man groaned in pleasure and gripped Misun's hips tighter, beginning to grind on the poor boy.
Tears stung his eyes and started to fall as he helplessly struggled.
He tried to cry out, but the man covered his mouth with a hand. He felt a mouth on his neck, beginning to suck harshly and the other hand not on his mouth move downwards, reaching into his pants and inside the front of his boxers.
"Misun Hey—"
Taejung froze at the sight in front of him.
"Oh fuck no." Taejung seethed. He marched forward and ripped the man off of Misun. The boy fell to his knees, curling into a ball and started to cry as Taejung began to beat the living shit out of the pervert.
When the man was unconscious, Taejung turned to Misun. "I shouldn't have left you alone, I am so sorry..." Misun shook his head.
"I-it's n-not Your f-fault..."
"Shit..." Taejung felt horrible. "Let's just...get you out of here."
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