The sounds of beating music, played through a wired headphones which shield the ears from the sounds of the outside world. A boy paced down the pavement, his combat boots making light steps against the pavement. He came closer to a group of what seemed to be jr high students chatting loudly. Slowly, the boy ambled passed them, but he paused once he heard the faint talk of how a weird boy from their school was acting in the park nearby.
He heard unrelated bits like "Howling and laughing like a.." or "reminds me of a feral animal." His hands moved to fix his headphones, cutting a corner off the pavement. There was a small junction in the park that he would wind through when heading home, usually after school or club events. As if on schedule, he would cast a glance to the park, catching a small glimpse of the area. He looked back to what was in front of him, and much to his ado, there had only been a few kids playing or loitering in the area. It took the young male to realize that something was off, he blinked a couple of times as he looked back to the park. And then he saw it.
Was he seeing something wrong? Was that real? You have to be joking.. From what the boy had seen, there was a young male, sitting on the ground against a tree. A rather dense area, that people wouldn't hang around or enjoy sitting down at. They had what was a kitchen knife to their neck, readying it as they pressed it hard towards the skin, piercing the flesh, for the blood to draw. Tears forming in the eyes, to join the other tears that settled on his cheeks and neck, drenching his face. The boy from the pavement moved from the sidewalk to the grassed lands, He did a jolting pauses before he would run over to the boy with the knife, before slowing his pace down to a trot, down to a slow walk.
With subtlety he would raise his hands to the stranger.
"Hey. What are you doing...?"
He tried to grab the male's attention which seemed to work, as the sitting boy froze, upon being called out. Up close, the boy with headphones could see how puffy and red the others cheeks were from crying. He frowned looking to the now shaking hands that held the large knife that was made for cooking purposes. He crouched down to be at eye level as he looked to the object, then back at the boy.
"..."
The grey eyed boy eyed him calmly, dropping his headphones to rest on his neck, he was taught to be calm and never seem to be in distress. His voice placid but held a light Korean accent. Slowly, he brought his head to a somewhat short tilt, as the other boy shakily pulled the knife away from his throat. Blood spilled slightly, the boy brought his crystal blue eyes to the grey orbs of the others.
"I...I don't know?"
Headphones now resting on his collar, He would extended a hand out, to the shaken boy as he signaled to give him the knife. He sighed to see the knife was no longer at his throat, but wary seeing the blood at his neck. The boy somewhat reluctantly, moved the knife to place it in his hands.
once the boy felt the knife's handle lay into his hands,he slowly moved it, to place the blade under his boot. The boy watched him closely as he reached behind him to grab his leather-made book bag. He slipped the knife from under his foot as he pulled out a small packet of napkins, wiping off the blood on the knife, then placing the blade into his bag. Silently, he looked at the neck of the other as he handed him the napkin and pointed at his neck. Seeing as it was still bleeding, he placed his book bag, back on before standing up.
The boy would give the one in clear distress some time to collect himself. After a short amount of time had passed, he would speak once more.
"Follow me..."
The boy brought his grey eyes to the sitting boy, that was now looking at the ground with a napkin pressed to his neck, being dyed red by blood. The boy slowly got up stumbling to get to his feet. The two started to walk, one following the other. The blue eyed male traced his eyes over the dirt ground, to the tard roads, then the sidewalk pavement. He felt nauseous looking up to follow the other at the best of his ability. The boy leading the other slowed his pace to be at the young male's side, as he looked at the boy noticed to see his condition wasn't well. He stopped in his tracks and stopped the boy.
"I can carry you on my back if you want?"
The weak boy fixed his dirty blonde hair that fell into face as he shook his head, thoughts running through his head.
Why he was being helped? Why did his body move on it's own? Why was he following him?
"I-I'll be fine"
The helping boy nodded before walking once again, during that time he would keep checking if the other was still following him. The hurt boy kept up, ignoring the blackness at the edges of his vision. His pride denied him the opportunity to rest. The walk wasn't long but the pace they had went at seemed distance. The walk soon came to a stop, in front of large gate, what was a mansion in front of them.
"Here." The leading boy said to the other boy that followed him, the weak boy still having the napkin pressed to his neck looked to the house, than to whom he perceived as his saviour. The blonde boy watched the other open up the gates and start up towards the front doors.
The boy followed quietly, not having the energy to talk, let alone argue. When at the door, the blonde boy watched as the other fumble to pulled out his keys from his book bag, soon enough he opened the front door, and entered the house. When entering and looking around, a couple of maids where around but were too busy to stop and question who the weak boy was. One of the maids stepped towards the grey eye boy as she reached for his bag, he proceeded to take it off as he explained the situation to the maid and warned her about the knife in his bag. She nodded than bowed, leaving the maids to deal with the knife and set up his desk for studying. He grabbed the weaker boy's hand to lead him up the grand stairs.
'It should be alright, since they are not home...'
The boy with what could be a rich boy thought to himself.
The blonde looked to his hand to see it be taken as he took a few steps before he couldn't make it up the stairs. About the halfway point, his legs gave out. First shaken than falling back as his vision became dim. The boy that had grabbed his hand, yanked him forwards. This yank would be a chance for the grey eyed boy to bring support to the weak one. The weak boy shaken and almost limp. Grey eyes noticed that the boy could not even stand as he took it upon himself to deal with him. He built up his strength, picking up the boy.
"oh? You're lighter than I expected."
He lifted him up stairs, taken to a hall, then towards his room. From the trip from the stairs to his room, the boy ended up passing out in his arms. The grey eyed boy opening up his room door and carried the other to his bed to rest. He thought for a second to see what he could do as he rushed out of his room to grab a first aid kit from a bathroom. He soon returned, as he knelt beside the bed to care for the wounds. First the neck, he pulled off the bloody napkin throwing it away into a trash bin. He cleaned up the dry blood, before placing a band-aid than wrapping a bandage around it. After he became suspicious, he went to draw up the sleeping boy's sleeves. he pulled them up seeing scars, that made him frown more. He went ahead and clean, band aid and bandages the wounds, to reassure himself. After finishing, he packed the kit and just stared at the boy for awhile, he quickly snapped back to reality as he heard steps of four paws track into his room. He looked to his door to see a big white fluffy dog, creaking his door open.
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