Six years earlier....
"AND THAT IS EXACTLY WHY PEOPLE LIKE ME ARE IN CHARGE, TAEYONG. NO ONE WANTS TO BRING RANDOM KIDS OFF THE STREETS!" He father yelled as the cowering fourteen year old stepped back hastily.
The soft pattering of his indecisive footsteps formed a loud sound in the small office making the already angered man hiss in distaste.
"I swear to god, Taeyong, I don't even know how you're going to take over after I die! That kid, the homeless one, he means nothing."
The young boy found his gaze trailing from the floor and over to the window of the office where a small and trembling boy sat, his arms wrapped tightly around himself in a protective manner.
"Well he means something to me, dad." With nothing more to say to his dismissive father, Taeyong turned on his heel cheekily and waved to the less-than-impressed man who wore a scowl.
"I want him gone tomorrow, son. I will not allow scum under our roof."
Slam
That was both the door to his office, and the door to a good relationship closed.
He hated his father, he truly did, and helping this Renjun kid seemed much better than trying so hard to impress someone who didn't even notice him.
"I'll show you to my room, Junnie."
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Back to present time...
"Junnie?"
The fade of a distant memory into the present times left Taeyong slightly shaken.
"Jisung! Where are you?"
The panicked voice of the once small and broken child made Taeyong smile as he thought of what he had built Huang Renjun up to be. He was a soldier, a friend, and what Taeyong could count as what he had left of family.
His mind was snapped from his thoughts as he tuned into the conversation between Renjun and Jisung, who had tapped in after being absent for nearly ten minutes.
"We need to-"
The quality wasn't great, and all they could assume had happened was that the youngest male had damaged the device somewhere along the journey.
"Did you catch that, Yong?" The Chinese quickly asked, running his concerns to Taeyong, as the panic seeped into his voice again.
The older shook his head hesitantly, even if he knew that he was unseen by Renjun.
"I'll find him, Junnie. I'll find him."
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𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵; park jisung
Fanfiction❝ wow jisung. you clearly didn't torment her enough...they're usually a little more...terrified ❞ ↳ what started as an empty threat, soon became a messy mind game. © donghyuck_domingo- ➳ mature themes ...
