divergent || stray kids

02

changbin groaned at a lady who was nicely dressed in a grey dress that reached to her ankles, a grey cardigan wrapped around her skinny frame. she quickly looked away from the said boy, pushing her hands out to him. in her hands was a nicely packed brown bread with something white between the slices. he took it roughly, making the girl flinch in front of him. the moment the bread was from her hands, she took a hold of the side of her dress and shuffled away from him.

the dark-haired boy looked at her silhouette leaving with a frown glued on his face, the bag loosely hanging between his fingers. a smack against the back of his head made his head turn, ready to return the favor when his eyes fell on the old man. his brown skin was decorated with dark moles that even crept in his wrinkles, his grey hair staying in patches on his head and the worn out red shirt hung loosely over his skinny shoulders. "what?" changbin asked irritated, earning a weak chuckle from the man.

"you should be thankful to the abnegation, without them we would starve." the male spoke, his hoarse voice barely making out the words. changbin shrugged him off, but opened the bag to take half of the sandwiches and handing it over to the old man. "just make sure you dont starve before praising the stiff." he dismissed the man by turning around and walking off.

he never liked walking around where he lived. did the place even have a name? dump sounds abour right. it seems like the factions were doing anything to forget about the factionless. all but abnegation, who loved to involve themselves so much with their lives. changbin should be thankful. the stiffs were the only source of food he had. but the number of friends he had lost because of either starvation or having no proper medical care made him care less about the grey clothed people.

so here he was, walking through the street that was growing darker and darker as the sun set. his eyes fell on people sprawled on makeshift beds of newspaper or ripped clothes. it wasn't a surprise. even changbin lived like this. only he got lucky enough to find a roof above his head. it wasn't the best though. just a piece of cement held up by two broken walls that had been left by a collapsing building and a bed make out of cardboard boxes. it wasn't comfortable, but it was better than sleeping on stones.

with a sigh he dropped himself on the boxes, leaving the untouched sandwich next to him. he was sure the bread would be gone once he wakes up , but changbing wasn't hungry. with one last glance around he closed his eyes and fell into an uneasy sleep