SOFT BUN || markhyuck

6.

I tried.

But for some reason every time I thought about not thinking about something, there I was doing it again.

Shifting to my side for the millionth time, eyeing the ceiling. It was suffocating me. The luggage under my head wasn't helping either. In the end, I ended up outside. Walking in the long hallways of the house. I signed heavily as the only place I ended up was the kitchen. I seriously need to get to know this place and fast. Never really stepping inside the place I walked back to my room. Passing Haechan's room on the way. For some reason, my feet stopped in front of it.

I wonder if the kids asleep?

But then why in the world would he be awake in the middle of the night. Curiosity got over my senses as I peeked inside the room between through the doors. I could barely get a glimpse of the bed. Nothing much.

Sticking my forehead to the door with eyes closed. Oh how much I missed that fucking couch... I was pathetic.

That night I ended up sleeping outside his door. It was a lot better than sleep in that little cell. It was cold. The floor under me creaked every time I tried to move. Why am I disturbing others if I myself can't fucking sleep? Trying to keep me from making any kind of noise the rest of the time I ended up falling asleep without realizing it.

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I was woken up by the sound of something falling down. At first, I didn't realize where I was but after sitting up straight and having direct eye contact with Jaemin, the scenes from last night came to mind and that's when I remembered I slept out on the floor. Not that I was going to sleep on a bed in my room but still.

The boy just stood there, eyes wide open. He looked completely shocked for some reason. A clipboard with some papers laid down by his feet on the floor. I figured the sound came from it falling. But why was he so shocked.

Since the house was mostly surrounded by trees that looked more like a forest to me and providing shade to the house most of the time, the house was a lot colder. I turned to my right when I felt something warm hit my neck. I had never been this close in having a heart attack. Sliding back in a swift move I almost screamed my lungs out but soon realized it was just the brat.

The door was opened and he was sitting on all fours staring at me when I got scared the boy started laughing. It must have been really fun for him since he fell back on the floor clenching his stomach. I shook my head signing heavily looking down. Blanket?

I don't remember bringing one. Looking towards Jaemin. he was holding some blankets yesterday maybe he...

When I turned my attention to the boy in front, he now laid on his stomach palm under his chin and stared at me happily. A smile crawled its way on my lips which I definitely did not expect to happen. Realizing what I was doing I cleared my throat standing up and closed his door. Good thing he wasn't laying in the doorway or that wouldn't have ended very well.

Firstly because that brat whines a lot, that much I had already figured out. And second, my first official day began and I would've already been killed by his manner-less-thing of a father. Whom I did not like at all. Holding the door shut for a minute to make sure he doesn't open again which he didn't, surprisingly. I shifted my attention to the boy that still stood quietly at the start of the hallway. He seemed like a good person to get close to.

I smiled at him as a greeting and he looked down on the ground. I think understanding him would be a lot harder of a thing to do then that brat.

Walking close to him as he stood a few feet away from me, the boy took a step back instantly. I stopped myself rather just picked up the board and handed it to him earning a bow in return. I nodded my head as my gaze traveled to the bruises on his arms. He didn't even bother to hide them.

'Everything you need to help the young master with,' he handed the board back to me. Taking it in my hands as I turned the page over revealing another one underneath. I bit my lower lip out of nervousness. I don't fucking know what it says.

Should I ask? Would he knowing I can't read would be fine? I felt a lump in my throat which I swallowed hard. What do I do? What do I say?

'You.. you don't know how to read do you?' he knocked on the wooden clipboard in my hands as he spoke. I looked up at him.

So he's not stupid I see...