SOFT BUN || markhyuck

14.

A week.

That's how long it has been since I last saw that kid. I mean I do see him, but just from afar. He doesn't come to me anymore. As soon as he sees me he turns his direction. Dull, weak and scared. That's the kind of impression of how he looks now a days. I tried to ask him about his day when I came across him in the kitchen on the first day but he just walked past me and asked to have his food in his room and preferred to eat it alone. Everyone got the impression that it was just for a day but guess we were way off.

Jaemin told me not to butt in his business until I was told to do so. At first I wasn't going to listen to him and went to the kid anyway, but as I tried to approach my hand over his shoulder he slapped it away and ran off to his room. Was he angry about the promise he made me yet I never listened? Or was it the fact that got us to this situation now? It didn't made any sense in my head. So I never bothered to give a shit about it in the end. I was here for one reason and one reason only, and I had to follow that.

I never made any friends in this place. I don't know if it was I who didn't or was it them who didn't? It was Wednesday I believe, that means that I had been here for more than a week now. I put my biceps to good use today as I was lost in thoughts at the back of the house. I wasn't alone. Their were other workers here to wash their clothes as well. A gust of wind blew suddenly, making others come running out the house to hold on to their hanged pairs on the wires in the corner. There weren't any clouds today. The sky was clear and bright as it could be in the evening. The birds chirping and the branches dancing in the wind made all worth the work I did.

It had been three days including today since I last got the kids daily schedule. One thing I couldn't understand was that sure he wasn't mentally right or whatever; I hated to use that term, but all in all why make a schedule for him? Like come on, let him live in peace.. the kid already doesn't understand enough and here these things were teaching him Japanese? They should teach that master of theirs some manners first. I held the basket of my washed clothes over my hip and went to the other corner which wasn't as much filled. With every sudden jolt I made to the piece of material in my hands to get rid of any what ever you call it to make the clothes less tangled up.

I decided to take a walk in the end since I had nothing left to do other than prepare that brat for bed which of course wasn't going to happen either.

Through all the noise made by mother nature it gave peace to the heart. My hands were buried in my pants pocket. The small bean rocks under my shoes gave out sounds that reminded me of that day when I came here with Haechan. I brought my hand out spreading all fives and watched the palm of my hand as I remembered how happily he held on to it. I'll admit.. I missed that idiot.

Before I could get lost in this giant ass backyard of a thing I turned back. By now the sun had already set. You could barely see glimpse of the moon every now and than through the space between the branches of the trees. The last time I felt this feeling run down all the way down to my spine was when Haechan came out of nowhere well not exactly nowhere but still and I almost had a heart attack. The sound of someone crying echoed. I froze in my spot. Without ever really thinking straight I walked towards it. When the last bush was pushed away from my face to know where it came from. I already had a feeling of where it did... or more like who made it.

It was him.

I had never really cried for anyone. Nor did I ever get this much emotional to finally see someone but I did. I did the instant I saw his back far away on a piece of rock, hugging his legs as he cried his heart out in his arms.

What's wrong..

That's what I wanted to ask but I didn't, I couldn't... so I stood there trying to gather enough courage to move my feet which were for some reason glued to the ground. I wanted to call out to him. Tell him to come to me. That deep down a part of me really wanted to keep him safe. To give him anything he asked for.

Don't cry..

Call out to him, you idiot. That's what my heart kept saying over and over again but my tongue never let me spell it out. It was dark by now, a little bit but I could still see him enough. It was enough to know that he was still there, curled up like a ball. Enough to know he didn't move. Enough to know he didn't leave me here in this dark. I guess I got lost too much in my thoughts that him calling out my name brought me out of it.

'Minhyung?'

He was there. A couple of feet away. His cheeks still wet from tears but he never bothered to wipe them away for some reason.

'...What?...' I barely spoke. It wasn't until seconds later I realized what I actually said.

'Please tell me it's not true,'

huh? I don't get it Haechan.

'What isn't true? I.. I don't get what are you talking about?'

I finally moved a step but he only took one back even though he was never close to me in the first place. So his decision went over my head.

'You, Minhyung..' tears rolled down again.

Stop it..

'Please tell me you won't be the one to throw me away there,' he begged.

'... please say it one time..' sobbed harder as he fell on his knees. '..you're hurting Haechan,'

I didn't had anything to reply back, so I kept quite. ' Who told you that?'

It was as if me asking that question was enough of a answer for him. He lost the little shine of hope in his eyes as he stood up and wiped his tears with his sleeves. '..guess you will..'

And he walked away. Leaving me in this darkness.