[ • 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇 : 김승민 • ]

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you could not help but thank the boy for his generosity, if it weren't for him you most likely would have been hurt worse, or even died. your throat still ached with thirst, voice hoarse and dry barely managing to squeak out a small "thank you" in response. you had come to notice that he had brought a tray with him, a glass of water with a small bowl of seasonal berries for you once you awoke, also realising he had taken off your heels and placing them beside the couch. he handed you the glass of water, of which your gulped down in quick succession, the ice cold liquid trickling down your aching throat as you sighed in relief, making the boy chuckle lightly.

"thank you" you mumbled, eyeing him shyly. he glanced back at you with the cutest eyes, soft and round, pursing his lips into a small smile.

"what your name, doll?" he spoke up, moving from the coffee table to sit beside you on the couch. his voice had an odd charm to it, slightly accented. it was pretty. you hesitated whether or not to reveal your name to him. after all he was a stranger, then again he has offered your...his home to you. and he hasn't displayed any signs of psychopathy yet. his round eyes laid on you, curious for an answer, his forearms rested on his thighs, hands clasped between in knees as he waited.

"y/n..." you replied with slight delay. the boy furrowing his eyebrows for a second, before pursuing his lips with a small nod.

"y/n? i've never heard a name like that before. is it foreign?" he questioned with genuine intrigue, his voice chirped up in tone slightly, you found yourself staring into his pools of russet brown far too long than you'd like to recall, clearing your throat before turning away to avoid his gaze.

"uh...yeah, i guess" you mumbled, awkwardly swiping a strand of hair behind your ear. "anyway, i have a question for you sir, what are you doing in my mother's house?"

the boy was taken aback by the sudden question. it seemed more like a threat in his ears. he gave a nervous chuckle. putting his hand up to your forehead, gently, his thumb softly tracing over the skin.

"i think you knocked your head on the concrete. this is my house, i built it with my father." ah...right. it's the 60's now. you cursed yourself for your stupidity. forgetting your predicament for a second, sitting up in silence from the embarrassment.

"you're probably right, forget i asked" you voice wavering with discomfort. your eyes lid on the camera, still sitting on the coffee table. you picked it up, remembering why and how you ended up here.

"do you know a "kim seungmin" by any chance?" he quickly changed the subject, instead focusing on your way to get home. they boy's lips pursed into a small smile as he remerged from the kitchen, having taking the now empty tray back.

"of course i know him. he is me"