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Soon, Minhyung let Donghyuck grab his arm, allowing himself to feel the warmth radiating from the younger.

Donghyuck was too engrossed in looking at the older one and didn't noticed they have reached.

He continued to stare at Minhyung, only to be snapped out with a snap of the older's finger.

We have reached

The younger nodded and looked around the area.

It was dark and the place around him was full of trash and cigarettes. This place was known for the amount of crimes committed. Stealing and gun-point robbery were the norm. Rape and sexual abuse happened quite often.
Murder was also known.

The place was so bad and run down the police was scared of trying to help or solve anything there.

Donghyuck was too focused in seeing such a place not noticing someone tapping his shoulder.

He turned to look at Minhyung only to realise that he wasn't there.

Instead he was face to face with a tall guy full of muscles staring down at him.

"What are you small little thing doing here?"

Donghyuck couldn't get the words out of his mouth.

"I-I..."

He was ready to reply only to be pulled by a hand that he was very much familiar with.

Minhyung

He was continuously dragged until he suddenly stopped in front of a door step.

The older one looked at him.

Don't ever reply those people, they will kill you

The younger gulped and nodded.

He looked at the house in front of him.

It was rather like a haunted house.

Paint peeling off, broken plant pots. Windows? None. Or it was covered with a black curtain camouflaged to the wall.

The door looked like it was about to fall off anytime on command.

The older one opened the door to the house and the younger followed.

He looked around.

The flat only had one bedroom (if you could even call it a bedroom) had a worn out mattress inside, where Taeyong and his husband Jaehyun slept. The door frame standing there trying to support the roof weakly. There wasn't a door.

The living room consisted of a bathroom and a table where Minhyung did his homework on.  Minhyung slept on the floor. The kitchen consisted of a small mini gas stove used to warm up the place in winter and/or cook their meals.

He knew that Minhyung did not come from a good family background but this was just terrible.

Donghyuck felt bad for the older. No one deserved to live in such poverty and especially not Minhyung and his brothers.

As the older closed the door, a loud bang was heard, scaring both of them

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A/n: this chapter was written to one of my extremely closest friend purplebtsandarmy

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