The dim vibration of a phone could be heard from a backpack, however, it's owner was too absorbed in soulfully playing his guitar to hear it.
A young boy sat on the floor busking with his guitar. Back propped up against the wall as he got lost in the music. His hazelnut coloured hair covered by a beanie hat as it was a cold autumn night.
Every so often an assortment of change was dropped into his guitar case, each making a soft sound when it made contact with the other coins below.
But it's not like the boy needed the money. His father was the richest business man in Seoul. He did it because he loved playing his guitar, something his father deeply disapproved of.
The boy finally picked up his phone,
17 missed calls, 4 voicemails
He gulped in fear as he unlocked his phone.
Voicemails: 4 - Dad
He hesitantly put the phone to his ear.
"Kang Taehyun! Where are you? You were supposed to be at the business dinner 4 hours ago!"
Taehyun collected his stuff, swung his backpack on his back and ran home.
He was in deep trouble.
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Run Away - Wattpad Edition
FanfictionThis is all the parts of my Instagram series, Run Away, all in one place © moafiction, 2019
