[bxb] the forgotten promise | yeosang / ateez

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The five-year old Wooyoung was such a free spirit, always getting in trouble because of his recklessness. The child was supposed to watch the sunset in the same place he kept on wandering after his class when he saw a familiar figure in his spot, fists clenching as it seems to be looking down. He knew the boy but wasn’t able to interact that much with him, the other children telling him and his friends that he’s a weirdo.

Wooyoung never tried to initiate a conversation with the child, seeing how he would flinch or run away when someone is approaching him. Nobody even tried to bat an eye on the child as if he wasn’t a part of the class, something about the mayor getting upset if someone would even dare to hurt him.

Wooyoung heard about the threats about the child being the only son of the current mayor, he heard that the mayor is such a terrifying person and the parents would tell their children to stay away from the child. Wooyoung never understood why but the way that the child is, he knew that it was crying. The tear dropping on the concrete floor of the bridge, his spot from the bridge that connects the Kang manor to the town.

“Hey.” With all of the courage and curiousity that he gathered, he spoke up which made the child look at him “Is there something wrong?”

The child with his brown eyes widening as the tears kept on streaming on his face looked at him as if he grew an another head or two “Huh?”

“I’m talking to you!” Wooyoung huffed, crossing his arms “I want to ask why you’re crying right now.”

“Talking..” the child mumbled, looking at the ground before looking back at Wooyoung “..to me?”

“Of course! Who else am I gonna talk to aside from you right now?” Wooyoung asked.

“Y-You’re talking to me.”

“I am talking to you!” Wooyoung exclaimed, frowning at the child’s weirdness “Geez, you’re like a broken record.”

“I..” Wooyoung was surprised when the child suddenly wailed, somehow scared that he might’ve made him cry.

“Hey! Stop crying! Stop crying!”

“You’re being a meanie.” the child says between sobs.

Wooyoung bit his lips, wanting to argue in what way had he been mean but not wanting the child to cry “I’m sorry for being a meanie. I just want to talk to you.”

The child stopped as if what Wooyoung have told him isn’t what he’s usually hearing and tilted his head in confusion, “Y-You want to?”

“Of course, I would.”

“But nobody talks to me in school.” he heard the child murmured, looking down at the ground, “I think everyone hates me.”

“Did you even tried to talk to them?”

The child nodded, “But they would act like I didn’t talked at all.”

“Then that means they’re a bunch of meanies!” Wooyoung huffed, feeling a bit annoyed at how their schoolmates acted “I thought that they’re friendly but ignoring someone is mean. You did not deserve that! My mommy always kept on telling me not to ignore someone because everyone deserves attention and love!”

“Mean?” the child asked as he looked at Wooyoung, “Aren’t you one of my classmates?”

Wooyoung nods, “Yes! I haven’t been able to talk to you because you kept on hiding and cowering in fear whenever someone approaches you. I thought that you’re scared of people.”