𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 彡 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙

1.1 • burnt houses

YEOSANG:
"Are you sure about this?
I don't want to cause trouble
for anyone."

Y/N:
"For the last fucking time,
I am absolutely sure. It's not
a big deal. I explained everything
to my parents and they're also
geniunely concerned. They want
you stay with us."

YEOSANG:
"but I'm just- i don't know,
wouldn't I be asking too much
of you?"

Y/N:
"You're not asking too much of
me, Yeosang. It's okay. If I'm
fine with you living with me,
then why are you having second
thoughts?"

YEOSANG:
"Point noted. But i just don't
want to come off to people who
as someone doesn't work hard or
something and is living in their
friend's house."

Y/N:
"Well I'll break that someone's
face if I have too, got it?"

Yeosang smiled.

YEOSANG:
"Jongho is here."

Jongho got out off the car and started
walking towards the two.

JONGHO:
"Done packing?"

YEOSANG:
"Yeah that's almost everything."

Yeosang handed the suit case
to Jongho who put it in his car.

Yeosang locked his house and him and
Y/n walked towards Jongho's car.
Yeosang sat in the front and Jongho drove them.

Y/n showed Yeosang his room.

Her house was okay. It had one
room downstairs, other than the
dining room, kitchen, lounge and a
washroom. Upstairs, there
were three rooms a small lounge
and two washrooms.

Y/n's parents and Y/n herself
had their room upstairs,
while Yeosang stayed downstairs.
Her parents asked Yeosang which
room he wanted and he himself
chose the one downstairs.

Yeosang's room window showed the
garden and it was really
calming for him. He also
didn't want to invade their personal
space by living upstairs.

Yeosang planned to save up more money, so that he could leave
his job in the cafe and open his own
and find a better apartment.

Jongho even said he'd get him a modeling contract but Yeosang
himself knew he wasn't up for it, yet.

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Jeong Yunho sighed as he put
away his text books. He was tired,
not just physically but mentally as well.

His mother made him study all day
and Yunho couldn't refuse.
He had too.

He checked the group chat.

YUNHO:
"No messages today?
Wow all of them must be
sleeping. It is a Saturday,
so I can't blame them."

Yunho started scrolling through Instagram, till his mom messaged him.

MAMA:
I see you're online on Instagram.

MAMA:
fifteen minutes Yunho.

MAMA:
after that if you use Instagram
again I'll have to take your
phone away. Got it?

He left her message on seen.
He would have been out with his friends from school right now.
If only his mom wasn't so controlling.

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?:
"Why does this always happens
to me?!"

The silver haired boy yelled in frustration. He knew he wouldn't be able to escape this time.

He heard three gunshots. Knowing what it meant, he ran as fast as he could, without looking back.

The house behind him collapsed,
flames surrounding it, but he didn't
look back. He was running for dear life, no exceptions for that.

He stopped when he was far enough,
panting, trying to catch his breath.

He looked at his thigh, around which
he had tied a piece of cloth to stop
bleeding.

He started walking again, his feet leading him to the local bar. He stumbled inside.

BARTENDER:
"Why are you bleeding again?"

?:
"Got caught up in some gang shit.

BARTENDER:
"I really hate your stupid gang."

?:
"It's not like I'm asking you to
join to my gang, Jo."

?:
"Now where is Nara? I'm
losing a lot of blood."

BARTENDER:
"I'm calling her. Stay here."

The bartender named Jo, went to the
kitchen to call Nara.

The silver haired boy grabbed a bottle of vodka, drinking it all too quickly.
He heard Jo yelling at Nara, saying that the silver haired boy's blood was staining his floor and that she should quicky stitch up his wound.

The kitchen door slammed open and a very angry Nara stepped out.

NARA:
"I really do fucking hate you
sometimes, you head ass."

?:
"As if you haven't already made
that clear. Now while you
stich this up? It hurts like
a bitch."

NARA:
"You deserve it for being
a motherfucker."

NARA:
"Now go lay down upstairs before
you make me want to stab
you again, Choi San."

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