Lone Wolf [yeonbin]

Chapter Two: Adapting

"On the left of the staircase is the entrance to the kitchen and dining room, which also leads outside to the garden and gazebo. Your room is on the right upstairs, Young Master," Chulsoo explains as they make their way to Yeonjun's room.

"Young Master Soobin's room is also on the right, next to your's Young Master Yeonjun. The master's room is on the left. We butlers reside in the guest house right behind the garden. If you need anything, feel free to use the phone in your room and call us," Chulsoo opens the door to Yeonjun's room for him.

"Seriously, stop calling me young master," Yeonjun stubbornly insists.

"But-"

"No buts."

"I'm sorry, I will get in trouble if I do not address you properly."

"Doesn't matter. Tell anyone who says anything to you that I told you to call me Yeonjun."

Chulsoo looks hesitant, but Yeonjun's eyes hold no antagonism, "I understand, Yeonjun."

"Good," Yeonjun smiles for the first time since he stepped foot inside the mansion, though its only for a few seconds. He walks inside his room and is left alone by the butler, who closes the door behind him. The room was bigger than his old apartment where he lived with his late mother. It was already prepared with a king-sized bed, empty bookshelves, a desk, a television set mounted on the wall across from the bed, and a walk-in closet as well as a bathroom. There was even a balcony with glass windows. It had practically everything he needed and wanted. His belongings that the butlers took earlier were placed in the corner of the room for him.

"Wow, I hate it already," Yeonjun just stands there, staring at everything. It felt so awkward and unreal like it was all just a bad dream that he couldn't wait to wake up from. But he already knew, it wasn't a dream. It was reality, and he has to face it head-on fast if he wants to survive this new life.

Yeonjun sits down on the floor, leaning against the wall next to the door and wrapped his arms around his legs. He didn't want to be here, but he didn't really have a choice. Unless he wanted to run away and end up homeless or in an orphanage.

Sighing, Yeonjun rests his chin on his knees, replaying the whole day over and over again in his head.

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"Young Master Yeonjun, it's time for dinner," a butler knocks on the door, but no response.

"Young Master?"

"What's wrong?" Soobin approaches the butler with Chulsoo behind him.

"Ah, Young Master Soobin. Young Master Yeonjun doesn't seem to be answering."

Soobin knocks on the door, "Yeonjun hyung?" No answer and Soobin takes that as a sign for him to enter. The door doesn't seem to be locked, but when he walked into the room, the lights were off and Yeonjun wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Hyung?" Soobin calls out. A hum from his left startles him. He looked over, and Yeonjun was there, sleeping on the floor.

"Hyung, Yeonjun hyung," Soobin crouches down and shakes Yeonjun awake.

"Hmm? What?" Yeonjun's voice comes out raspy and dry, barely audible.

"It's time for dinner, hyung."

"Don't want any," Yeonjun shakes Soobin's hand off of him and cuddles himself further, closing his eyes again.

"You have to eat, let's go wash up okay? Come on," Soobin grabs Yeonjun's arm and pulls him up, making Yeonjun whine like a little kid.