SOFT BUN || markhyuck

1.

The rain didn't stop since the morning.

Mud on the road and ceilings leaking. The weather was said to be bad the whole week.

The sound of rain with a cup of coffee, your favourite book sitting in the window without any care of the outside world. That was how he was at the very moment.

The thing was that he had no idea how to read so he just stared at the words. Wondering what they meant. If only he knew.

Taking in a deep breath as he bookmarked the page and closed the book.

He was in the attic.

The attic of a small house his aunt owned.

The outside was surprisingly better than the inside. With all the rubish his aunt has gathered. They were pocket pickers. Stealing whatever they could get their hands on. The said was brought into the world because of his aunt.

When his parents were murdered she was the only one who he knew at that time.

He knew all the tips and tricks for what his aunt had taught him.

But secretly he had big plans.

He wanted to explore. Go outside. Somewhere. Anywhere. He was going to be 24 soon so he wanted to make the most of his life.

He was just tired of doing the dirty work for these so called humans.

He couldn't possibly work in an office. He had no idea how to read or write. Even though his young age was spent with his parents they never had the chance to bring the kid towards that path.

As he climbed off the stairs the sound of his aunt scolding her two sons echoed. They never listened to what she used to tell them what to do.

Her daughter off to get laid every now and than.

They were freaking disgusting.

He walked between them towards a couch in the corner of the room and slumped down on it. Watching the three of them scream at each other for god knows how long.

Gosh how much he wished to have his life changed. He groaned under his breath.

Everyone stopped moving when there was a knock on the door.

Whoever it was they were pretty damn desperate to get inside. I mean it was raining after all.

Minhyung sat up straight as he heard footsteps aside from his aunt who opened the door and came back inside with a worried expression.

It was some guy.

Maybe in his...40s.

He eyed him up and down from the corner. No one got up to greet him. Apparently he wasn't someone one would even want to.

Long story short: a con man.

Thats exaclty what he was. And they all knew it pretty damn well too.

The guy took off his hat and looked around the place smiling than glancing at the faces present in the room.

'Are these two your sons?' He turned to the aunt. Who nodded her head in agreement as she stood in the door way.

'Get out.' The guy said, his voice cold all of a sudden. The two left the room in seconds making him sit down in their place.

'I'd take a cup of tea please. Oh and...two sugar cubes yes thank you!' He was weird.

That's all how I could describe him.

For some reason the first thing my gut told me was that he was getting an excuse to get rid of my aunt. And the second...he came here for bussiness purposes...specifically for....me.