Where Kim Doyoung meets a boy, who is in need of serious help.
A prequel to my book called Sunflower, Johnjae.
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140520 - n/a
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It seemed that the gift giving... whatever it was supposed to be, was successful enough but what was going to happen now?
On the same day, some time in the afternoon, Doyoung sat at his creaky desk and fiddled with his pen. He twirled around on the chair while staring at a blank sheet of paper.
"I doubt you'll stay a good boy if you hang around someone like me," the boy recited. "What does he mean by that... Is it like... a sexual innuendo?" He gasped and slapped himself, "gross." Even so, he was perplexed by the thought. He doubted it'd be a sexual innuendo of all things too.
He decided to shrug it off as failing an exam in your first term was a no-go. The boy studied a lot, just not enough. He was bound to get somewhere around 80, or maybe even around 85 out of 100 if he did exceptionally better. He didn't care about his grades so much, it was just his dad that made him try hard.
His dad provided just enough, and you couldn't particularly call Doyoung a wealthy guy. It was obvious when he was enrolled into this shitty highschool. Even if Doyoung had no plans for the future that awaited him, his father sketched out how it was going to look — should look for him, against his own will.
The boy never fancied the idea of it; a stable job which was most likely going to make his whole life a boring, repetitious cycle. But he did want to repay his dad for being able to put food on the table and a solid roof over his head.
Doyoung swallowed down his saliva and pressed his fingers gently around his neck, massaging it. He still couldn't believe he smoked a whole cigarette.
A cancer stick.
He scowled at the uneasy feeling in his throat and continued to work through his notes for the exam that was soon to come.
What was he to tell Taeyong? He for sure wasn't going to lie, but he couldn't tell him the entire truth either.
★彡
The following day, Doyoung tried to avoid the topic at all costs. The white haired male found him suspicious once he repeatedly changed the subject when he brought Jaehyun up. When the bell rung, Doyoung nervously waved, grasping his books tight, trying to escape, but Taeyong immediately grabbed his wrist.
He sniffed the air that surrounded the both of them, "you smell like cigarettes."
"Wh-what? What're you talking about..? I need to get to class-"
"Doyoung. We have the same class... You didn't smoke, did you?" He glared into his deep brown eyes. Doyoung shook his head, pursing his lips together nervously.
