Smile For Me

Don't Cry

Walking through the city alone late I night the last thing I expected to see was a boy sitting on the bench in front of my apartment building. He wore dark clothes and had his knees pressed into his chest and had his head resting on his knees. I approached him slowly and heard muffled sobs coming from the figure. I placed my hand on his shoulder to get his attention and he jumped under my touch. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, "I'm fine." Even his voice sounded small. 

"What are you doing out here? It's late and it's raining," I asked. He still hadn't looked up from his position. He gently lifted his head to look at me. His raven hair covering one of his brown eyes. He looked so scared. 

"I...I don't have anywhere to go," his small voice said. My heart broke a little for him. He looked to be about my age, maybe younger. I sat beside him to talk to him at an eye level. 

"What's your name?" 

"Jungkook," He gave me a weak smile as he introduced himself. 

"I'm Taehyung. I have an extra bed if you want. It's cold and wet and you'll get sick out here," I reached my hand out and he slowly took it. I lead him back to my apartment and led him to the bathroom and offered him a hot shower and some fresh clothes. He graciously accepted the offer.

Part of me wondered what he did to get himself kicked out. Was he dangerous? He didn't seem dangerous, he seemed very vulnerable and just a scared kid. I was lost in my own thoughts as he came at sat beside me, this time it was his turn to startle me. 

"I'm so so-" I cut him off before he could finish his sentence. 

"What happened?" I asked curious as to who I let into my house.

"My parent's kicked me out tonight...." he trailed off, biting his lips.

I placed my hand on top of his, trying to let him know I wasn't going to kick him back onto the street again. He gathered himself before speaking and I seen the tears threatening to pour from his eyes.

"I told them I was gay, and they kicked me out. I didn't have anywhere to go and I was so tired when I got to the bench I just stopped." he searched my eyes for any sign of judgement, there was none. He really was just a scared kid. 

"How old are you?" I asked, trying to hide the anger in my voice.

"16, almost 17. I graduate at the end of the year."

He was 2 years younger than me yet I felt so protective of him. "It's nothing you did okay? Your parents are just not good people," I tried to sound comforting but I don't know how it came off. I seen his chin start to quiver and he looked up, no doubt trying to stop the emotions from coming. 

He lost the battle and his face crumpled. He buried his face into his hands and just let his tears flow. I wasn't sure what to do. I put my arm around his shoulder and just held him as he sobbed. He slumped against me and his breaths began to even out again. I didn't dare move. He seemed so fragile like glass, if I breathed too sharply I could break him. He fell asleep on my shoulder and I just fell asleep beside him. I don't want him to feel as alone as I once did.