Dizzy | ravnwoong

The Blond Boy

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There's one thing about being one of the most famous people in the country - and it's that you never really get any privacy. Whether it is your fans following you or the assistants and other people related to your work, you always tend to have something going on.

And that's the life for Kim Youngjo, the solo artist under the name of RAVN.

The tall dark-haired boy who was currently hurrying away from a group of fans who had spotted him from his way home. As much as he loved all his fans, this day had been quite a hard one for him personally and he was exhausted. Youngjo just felt the need of a moment of time alone.

Circling his way to a narrow alley he sweared in his head for deciding to take a walk home today instead of getting escorted home by a car like he usually did. The others were worried for his safety of course, but Youngjo absolutely insisted on walking home promising that he'll be safe.

Walking along the alleyways, he made sure to make some more turns to lose the group following him. And after a good moment of walking he looked behind his back and sighed in relief. Youngjo slowed his pace and looked around the alley he had ended up in. It was quite narrow, only the back of the buildings facing each other with carboard boxes laying on the ground. Couple of dumpsters could be seen here and there but there was absolutely no living soul around the place.

Youngjo hummed and decided to lean his back against a wall before sliding himself down to the ground with his back attached to the wall, his legs against the cold ground. Youngjo looked up to the tiny strip of sky that was hardly visible due to the buildings blocking most of it. Snow was falling down from the sky, but it was still quite pleasant to be outside and the narrow alleyway hardly let any of the snow inside.

This was the moment Youngjo had been waiting for. A chance to breathe. To get his mind off from every worry that posessed his mind. Not having to deal with his roommate's constant blabbering or the orders and criticism he gets in his job. It was just him and the serenity of the chilling night.

Youngjo closed his eyes.

It was calm.

Until he heard a door open next to him.

The doorway revealed a short male with light-toned hair that framed his face perfectly. The male was carrying a plastic bag, supposedly consisting of trash that he was going to throw away. He was wearing a light orange apron over some casual clothing. Youngjo followed the other's every feature until coming in contact with the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. And those eyes were looking directly into his.

"Are you okay? Why are you sitting on the ground?"

The shorter asked with a small frown that showed genuine worry on his face. Youngjo was completely frozen, just staring at the shorter, leaving him without an answer.

"Hello?"

Still no answer.

"Hey...you should get up. You'll get sick"

This time the shorter placed the plastic bag to the ground at the door and walked in front of the taller, offering him a hand.

"Here"

Youngjo looked to the small hand directly in front of his face.

"Hey, I'm starting to get cold here too" The shorter continued with a small laugh.

The laugh was enough to sent Youngjo out of his trance. He hummed while grapping the shorter's hand. The other pulled Youngjo to his feet before letting go of his hand.

"Well...why are you sitting around here? You don't really seem like a homeless person to me" The shorter one asked with a little amused look on his face.

Youngjo looked after the other's hand, feeling something similar to longing before moving his gaze to meet his eyes. He opened his mouth slightly.

"oh- you're not deaf are you?" The short one asked suddenly and laughed a little while lifting his other hand up to motion a little towards his other ear "I don't really...know how to sign"

The sorry look made the taller shake his head in amusement

"No" Youngjo said with a laugh "I'm not deaf"

"Well...then you're being awfully quiet for someone who isn't deaf" The shorter said with a shrug before walking to the bag he left earlier, picking it up and walking over to the garbage can to dump it inside.

The taller just smiled to that before following the shorter

"I'm sorry I'm not being so talkative" Youngjo said "I'm just fascinated by your beauty"

That comment made the shorter turn quickly around and place his hand on top of the bin behind his back, making the lid crash slightly against the can.

"w-what are you saying?" The shorter asked with a frown, blush creeping up to his cheeks. He turned to look behind his back to see the garbage can before looking back to Youngjo and moving away from the can, "You're not some kind of a pervert are you?"

Before Youngjo could answer him, the other had already walked past him back to the door he came from, frown painted on his face. The shorter placed his hand on the doorknob and turned his gaze back to the other.

"Look...I don't know who you are or what you're doing here, but I wish you all the well. Now if you excuse me, I have to go back to work"

That was the last thing the blond one said before disappearing where he came from, leaving Youngjo to stand in the slowly falling snow.

Youngjo stared at the blank wooden door he was left with. He was still thinking about the words of the shorter.

Finally, someone who doesn't know me.

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