I looked around the room as he grabbes something he forgot, by the door there was 4 pairs of shoes. Mine, his and most likely someone elses. The house was dirty but not trashed, clothes littererd the floor with random papers and old take out food. But the kitchen seemed quite clean, the blanket I was sitting on that was on the couch aas wore out, probably because it was super old.
One of the other couches were missing a cushion and a stray chair laid on its side by the window with black curtians. He obviously hasn't cleaned in a while.
"How old are you?" Jackson spoke jorean to me as he kneeled in front of me, looking through the items he had brought. I remained quiet though, if he had found out my real age. He'd prbably say that I am old enough and question things, so I didnt say anything. "10? 11? 12?" I didnt answer. "Fine, be that way" He said playfully. And a small laugh escaped me as he made a funny face.
"Hey, why are you home early?" A man said fron the hallway behind me, was it chinese that he spoke? I looked at him and he made direct eye contact with me. I gulped.
"I didn't find anyone, willing to fall for it" I was completely unsure of what was happening, I speak only a little chinese. Do to the fact my school teaches french, spanish and chinese. But that doesnt mean I'll retain any information in an actual conversations. "Take your shirt off" Jackson asked me as his friend came closer.
"Whats wrong with him? No, who is he?" The man spoke in english this time, these people are confusing.
"A kid, thats all" Jackson forcefully took my shirt off. Although I didnt have much cuts there. He just probably assumed that the dried blood that was on my shirt was from there. Not knowing most cane from the gash in my head, thats covered by my hair.
His face contorted as he saw my bruises. obviously I tried to hide most of myself but he didnt seem to care, and used his strength to overpower my attempts. The man before was just watching. It made me feel uneasy.
"I dont know your relationship but shouldnt you take him to the hospital." The man spoke in korean. I only understood the Hospital part though, so I shouted 'no' at him.
"He doesnt want to go and he cant go" English again. Can't they just stick to one language? Its hurting my head more than the bloody cut on it. Jackson puts bandages on my wounds.
"My head hurts" I said in korean. He looked up at me and asked where. I pointed to the part of my head that had blood dripped down the side of it. I felt very dizzy but apparently all that lost of blood didnt mean anything more. I'm still alive. He touched the wound and I winced in pain.
"Mark help me" At least I understood that chinese. The new guy mark came by and moved around my hair alot. "He's training to be a certain type of docter, he can help" If he could then why didnt he before? I was trusting Jackson thinking he was the better option.
"He needs stitches"
"Stitches?!?" Jackson screamed something out of shock. Was it bad? Am I going to die?
"Hold on, I'll get the actual emergency kit and my other stuff too." He stood up and jogged down the hallway.
"What?" My eyes teared. I wanted to what was going on too. I feel useless, confused and scared. I want jungkook.
"Its okay, it wont hurt" He said in korean. That was usually a bad sign. My head was pounding and my body was aching. I felt super tired and felt that my eyes could shut any moment. I was dazing in and out. Eventually Mark returned and at some point I was lifted and put on something cold. Probably a counter or table. I wasnt sure what they were doing at first but it hurt terribly. Eventually it was just kinda numby? It didnt hurt then. And the whole time Jackson was trying to make me laugh, most likely to keep me awake. But in the end I fell asleep.
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Mark POV
"I am not doing that ever again! Not inly was it illegal but I could of accidentally messed up and we would have a dead body!"
"Stop complaining, he's fine"
"Yeah but what if he wasn't my whole career and everything would be gone! Not only did I perform a surgery with only local anaesthesia but multiple times on a body smaller than what I work with!"
"Its all good"
"Its not! I dont even know who that child is. I keot my cool during the surgery and before but I cant now!"
"Look the kid is perfectly fine. He's sleeping away on the couch. Now do you want toast or a waffle?"
"My gosh, are you serious? Its practical midnight"
"Yeah but its closer to mornig than night, now answer my question"
"I think you should be answering my questions. Who's this boy? Did you kidnap him? How old is he? Do you even know anything about him?!"
"Umm.. His name is Taehyung. And he's 10, no 11, maybe 12, he could be 13 or even 9."
"So you dont even know? And your just making toast like its no big deal? While Im over here stressing out on the floor next to this child?"
"Its not my fault your stressing"
"Its is!!"
"Can you guys be quiet? I'm trying to sleep" BamBam says standing in the hallway.
"Shut up BamBam" Jackson and I said unison.
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Taehyung POV
When I woke up, I was still tired. I wanted to sleep again but the sun was out and annoyingly bright. I had grabbed the old blanket and held it as I walked down the hall. Looking for someone. The first door was a bathroom, it was dirty and gross. The second door was a bedroom and it was surprisingly clean but no one was inside it. Then the third door opened before I could even touch the knob.
"Who is you?" A man asked brushing his teeth. He wasnt Mark or Jackson.
"Taehyung? Are you feeling better?" Jackson asked from a different direction. I looked at him and nodded. "Thats BamBam, he's my other roommate" I nodded understanding. And walked towards Jackson. I let out a small giggle, who names their kid BamBam? But I regained my serious.
"Can I go home?" I honestly wasnt sure what home was for me. Was it with my Aunt or Jungkook? I would rather Jungkook but legally its my Aunt.
"Yeah, sure. Whats the number?" He asked pulling out his phone. I wasnt sure though, I remember Jungkook telling me but Im not sure what the last 2 numbers were. Was it 82 or 35?
"Uh.. I dont.. I think.. It might be.. no its.. "
"Well, I'll make you breakfast. While you think okay? We have time its only-" He looked at his phone. "11 am." He walked down the hall and I followed him, leaving BamBam behind.
I sat at the kitchen counter with help from Jackson, it kind of reminded of Jungkook. I was kinda too short for the bar stool, so he helped me each and every time with no problem. In minutes slighty burnt toast was put in front of me.
"Sorry, I dont cook much" Its toast though, how do you? Not even gonna question it. I ate it anyway, I havent eaten in a while so I kinda shoved it down my throat. Even if it was burnt.. "So do you remember?" Switch languages again..
"I think its ###-###-##35 or ###-###-##82. But it could be ###-###-##85 or ###-###-##32."
"Alright then lets try" He dialed the first number and put it on speaker.
"Hello, this is customer support-" He hung up. The dialed the next one after confirming the number once again.
"Hello?" A girl answered. I shook my head. And he hung up. The dailed the next one.
"This call has been forwarded to an automatic voice mail please leave a message" That could be him, considering hes a teacher. But we called the next one anyway.
"Hello?" A man answered. Sounded like jungkook but I heard voices sound different on phones.
"Is this Taehyung's father?" Jackson said before I could say anything.
"Who?"
"Taehyung" I shook my head, it wasnt him.
"Yeah, who is this?" My heart skipped.
"Well.. um I found your son. Haven't you noticed he's been missing?" Jackson was trying to make sure he was my father. When he wasnt even related to me, just my teacher that was kinda my boyfriend.
"I haven't been home..Did he run away? No, is he okay? He's not hurt is he?" His voice got quieter as he asked.
"Um.." Jackson wasnt sure what to say.
"Appa, I want to go home. Please come and get me" I said with genuine feeling, even slight tears. I had missed him so much and I wish that he could just come and save me.
"Whats the address? You'll have to wait a while though. I'll have to get out of work" He said. "Dont worry, I'll be there"
And then I started crying, like sobbing wise. It was terrible, I missed him so much and the thought of him made me happy. I cried tears of joy and sadness at the same time. At some point I sat in Jackson's lap for comfort as he continued to talk to who he believed was my dad. Maybe life wouldnt be so bad after all? I could go and runaway with Jungkook and no one would know. Our relationship wouldnt be threatened or break, we could be happy together. Thats all I want. I just was happiness.
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I'm doing double chapters today (because I missed a week of updates), so I'll update the next one soon.