the kids don't wanna come home | SVT BXB

epilouge: let's run away

yeah, ist the epilouge already. but dont worry, the teaser to the sequel will be out later today, so you can read on lol.

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the priest was talking, but changkyun couldnt hear a word. everything was like someone had pressed the mute-button, he could see the lips of the old man moving, but he couldnt hear his words.

no one had showed up to kihyun's funeral, no one but him. no family, no friends, just changkyun. and the thirteen boys they had brought trouble over. even chan was here, a bandage still covering his left arm, but otherwise, the weeks in the hospital had helped him heal. 

after getting chan out of there, kihyun and changkyun had decided to let the boys sleep at their apartment, after jisoo had broken down over going home again - it had taken seokmin a full hour to calm the sobbing boy down. 

someone put a warm hand on the man's back, and seungcheol's voice sounded through the silence to him. "im sorry for your loss. i never got the chance to get to know him as a friend, but i believe he was really nice. just like you."

"thank you...."

after the funeral, the lee-brothers walked home together in silence, everyone in their own thoughts, until jihoon suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, causing seokmin to bump into him.
"ouch, hoon! what the fuck!"

"guys, why are we going there?", jihoon asked.

"where? home? well, where else would we go?" 

"no, that's not home." jihoon shook his head, "we dont have to endure this, you know! why should we get beaten up and screamed at, just because we are who we are?"

"what do you mean, what else are we supposed to do? run away?", chan asked jokingly.

"exactly.

lets run away, and take everyone with us. because theres no way ill watch soonyoung be sad because of his damn parents again."

"so its soonyoung, huh?", seokmin grinned, which earned him a kick in the critical area.

"you little bastard!", he playfully whined.

"no but seriously. ive always wanted to move to japan-" "but we havent even graduated yet, we wont find a job or anything at all." chan reminded his brother.
but jihoon wasnt about to let that take his plans down. "thats okay. changkyun is already 23, he can do the legal things and we just go with him. and job? soonyoung can dance, ever heard about street dancers? im pretty good at singing, you all have Musical talents. even hansol, i heard him rap to eminem's songs once. so, why not try it? we dont have anything to lose anymore, ist worth a shot dont you think?"

"uh..."

the next day, jihoon went up to everyone of the thirteen boys, proposing his plan to each one. the first was seungcheol, as soon as he had knocked on the door, it was thrown open by a tall, angry looking man in his mid-30s.
"what do you want?", he barked.

"i would like to talk to seungcheol. im a classmate."

"come in."

jihoon went to seungcheol's room - which his dad had shown him - and entered, surprising seungcheol, who was currently doing push-ups on the floor. shirtless.

"oh shit, sorry!" he scrambled up, throwing on a shirt to cover up. jihoon didnt even react, he just felt....sad....when he saw the huge blue bruise on the older's waist.

"why are you here, anyways?", seungcheol asked when he was fully dressed.

"i have an idea...."

next was jeonghan. the boy was alone at home, his parents were talking to a lawyer they hired for their divorce case. after comforting the distressed boy, jihoon told him about his idea.

junhui and minghao were both at junhui's, cuddling in bed. they gave jihoon something to eat and the shortest burst out laughing at that sight, the chinese boys acted like damn married couple.

it was already 11 am when jihoon finally, finally reached the last apartment he had to visit today. soonyoungs. even though he doubted the redhead would be home, since he was usually at the dance studio nearby. but it was worth a shot.

he knocked at the door and to his surprise, the one opening the door was soonyoung himself. the next shirtless one, his bare chest dripping with sweat, indicating that he was in fact dancing. so his parents must be out too, jihoon concluded.

"h-hi", the shorter stuttered out, cheeks flushing red, trying his hardest not to squeal. yeah, he had finally given up and accepted the fact that he was very much in love with sonyoung. that damn annoying, cute, hot hamster.

"oh hi, jihoonie! ill go get myself a shirt, then we can talk~"

"okay-okay..."

five minutes later, jihoon sat on soonyoung's bed, with the redhead next to him, listening to what he was telling attentively. 

it took him a whole day - meeting up, texting, whatever else, but finally, jihoon had convinced everyone that they didnt have to stay in this fucked up hellhole. they could be free too, like all the other people out there.

because no one deserves something like this.

just one week later, they were already sitting on a plane to tokyo, laughing and talking, carefree for the first time in their lifes. 
junhui and minghao were all snuggled up, cuddling each other and talking in chinese. suengcheol was currently braiding jeonghan's long hair, smiling to himself. seokmin, jihoon and chan were all sleeping, sprawled out next to changkyun, who was listening to music. jisoo had - like always - tried to get as close as possible to his safe haven seokmin and had curled up next to the younger, snoring softly. and last, vernon and seungkwan were bickering over snacks while wonwoo was trying desperately to get a sleeping mingyu off his lap (after a few minutes, he gave up and came to kinda enjoy it, though)

a brighter future was awaiting them in the small flat changkyun had bought, a future together with people who loved them.

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i know, i said it will be longer, but it kinda felt right to cut off here. but like i said, sequel will be up in a minute, so no worries, it continues.

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