A small walk

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"I will just take a walk and come back later" I announced walking out of my place. 

The cold air hit my muscular body as I walked out. All kind of people were walking in different directions looking for a good store to buy the best Christmas gift they could find. Living in Seoul's downtown had its advantages but people buzzing around you like bugs was kind of tiring. I made two steps before something grabbed my arm and started walking by my side. 

"Annyeong!" Jonghyun exclaimed clinging on my frail arm.

"H-hey... why did you follow me?" I asked awkwardly.

"I wanted to visit the town with you, I am not used to live in this kind of part of a city." He giggled cutely. What a cute guy.

"Oh, come on!" I exclaimed, suddenly all my energy was back to me and I pulled him with me to a small cafe'. Red and green decoration were decorating the walls and the big Christmas tree in the middle of the place illumined the room. All the cheerful colours were reflecting in Jonghyun's big eyes. He looked like a kid finding a candy story. His mouth was slightly opened and he turned his head in all possible directions his body let him see.

"Wouaaah!" He let out after a good 30 seconds of waiting from myself.

"Pretty, right?" As an answer he nodded his head to confirm my statement. 

"Do you want one?" I pointed at the counter on which were presented a hole bunch of tasty-looking muffins.

"Neh neh! Jebaaaaal~." He whined like I used to do with my parents when I was living in Daegu. Oh sweet memories. A giggle escaped my mouth at the thought and I walked to the counter.

"Hello cutie~." the waitress cooed talking to me.

"Hello, can I please have two double-chocolate muffins please?" I smiled. 

"And one cappuccino" The now scary-looking guy next to me added with a clearly fake smile. I gulped the saliva wondering around my mouth and looked at the ground shyly feeling the death glares the waitress and Jonghyun were sharing.

After a couple of long minutes the sweet girly voice came back in the decor. " Here you go, it's my treat" I looked at her confused. "Since Christmas is coming in a month, you know?" She stated blushing redder than the cap she was wearing which was, red.

"There." Jonghyun pointed at a table in a corner of the cafe' and took my hand, leading me to our destination. I sat down in front of him and observed the way took the cup and brought it to his lips. He put it down and bit on his muffin munching on it happily. "Thank you." He said after two bites. 

"Why are you thanking me?" I asked tasting mine.

"For caring. Nobody did until I met you and I am thankful." He smiled at me showing a beautiful side of him.

"It's nothing, really."

We continued talking and eating and explored different stores enjoying the sweet atmosphere of the season.

"Jonghyun?"

"Yes?" 

"Tell me about your life." He took my hand in his and answered.

"You really want to know?" I nodded in response happy that I would learn more about the gorgeous man I was taking care of.

"Okay. So from the very start, I was an accident." My eyes widened at the mention of it. how could he just-? Awww, poor kid, how can your parents say something like that to their son? "Actually, my mother was, and still is, a prostitute, playing around with endless number of men and making money with it. When I was still young she started abusing me and with the time I became like her." He paused a moment and I noticed tears forming in his eyes. I stopped walking and turned to face him and hug him tight. This boy got hurt too much for my liking. Life really was unfair to the kindest people.

"I became just like her Kibum! Stripping and fucking for total stranger to save my life! I hate it Key!" He held on my jacket and I could feel it getting wet as time went by. "

"Do you want to go back to my house?" He nodded slowly in my arms and we headed back to my house.

Hand in hand.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 24, 2012 ⏰

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