Life is too unpredictable: chapter 1.2
Already chappie No.1.2..lol..hope you'll enjoy it!!
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“Shit, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS????” cursed Jinki as he opened his bag. There sure were really expensive and exclusive things. The notebook inside the bag was with golden cover, and with” Choi Minho, CEO, Korean International Engineering and Programming Corporation” printed on it. “How did this even get to me? I don’t remember leaving my bag anywhere… Oh, wait… That guy…FUCK IT!!!!” he realized that his bag was exchanged with that guy, who bumped into him. “And where I have to find him?” He had important papers in his bag. If he wouldn’t have held his passport in his jacket’s pocket he would’ve found out about exchange earlier. But it was too late.
He was in the hotel room, reserved for him for a few days, then he had to find an apartment to live in. Tomorrow he was going to look for it, but tonight he was too exhausted of flight and frustrated because of bag.
At the same time, in the night club near this hotel, Minho was observing the most affectionate dance he has ever seen, and probably never will see again. He sipped from the glass and strong alcohol burnt his throat. No matter how much he drinks, he never gets used to this shit.
On the stage, dancer was moving with the rhythm of the music, his body covered in sweat. He was wearing only big sport pants, that allowed him move easily, but his torso was naked. His body was almost perfect, he was skinny, but his strong hands, and torso were defined with muscles; not muscles that you gain from working out in gym and drinking proteins, but muscles from hard work in dance studio.
Minho was amused with the dance, he saw how dancer was putting his soul in his dance, how he was lost in music and seemed to not notice anything around him. The music slowed down, dancer did final moves and stopped in sync with music. Everyone’s eyes were on him. Suddenly light turned off for a second and dancer disappeared from the stage, like a smoke in the morning.
“Key, you were great tonight, you always surprise me! I never have seen you dance like this before” smiled manager at him.
“I think I won’t sing tonight, I’m tired and I have some important things to do tomorrow” replied Key.
“Yeah. Sure! You did your part on stage, so go home and have a rest… Oh, I almost forgot, can you pull a party out on this weekend? My friend asked me if I had any good singers and dancers for the party at some fancy house. And I immediately thought of you…” said manager
“This weekend…” silenced Key for a second, he was free. “Yeah, sure, just e-mail me all details, alright?” he said, looking at manager. His manager was about 24-26 years old guy, who looked pretty cool, but he was annoying sometimes and a little nerdy, so Key never thought about flirting with him. His manager would love it, tho..
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“And one more time, WHY DO YOU CARE?????????????” shouted Taemin. He was getting tired of everything. He was tired. Enormously tired. His life already was fucked up, before this crazy, weird, annoying guy took him to some unknown place and wasn’t letting him go.
“I’m just curious why would 15 years old boy use drugs…That’s it!” he lied. He wasn’t just curious but desperate to know. He knew that this small boy was important part of his mission, but didn’t know anything about him. That moment when he saw boys’ slender body leaning on the tree was still in front of his eyes. And he his heart was beating fast, boiling with anger. He was getting angry at this boy for using drugs, at his life for making him use drugs, and at himself, for wanting to know and probably hurting this boy.
“It’s none of your business…And FYI, I’m 17” quietly Taemin replied. “You don’t care, I know, you are just pretending. NO ONE CARES!” he snapped out. No one cared about him before, then why this guy is pretending to be interested in him, why he’s making feel cared, if he’s going to leave anyways.
When he just woke up in the morning and saw this guy, he still was under some affection of heroine, so he fell asleep back. He should’ve gone out of this place immediately, but he was still there. It was deep night outside. They both remained silent.
“Let’s go eat something” Jjong got up on his feet. “No, I don’t want. Just let me go.” Taemin was stubborn. “Then I’ll bring something for you to eat here, just sit here, ok? You can take a shower, while I’m cooking. You can take anything you want to wear from the closet on your right, and the towels should be on the shelves in bath room. If you need anything just call me over.” he walked out of the room.
Taemin was glad to take a shower. He hasn’t taken a shower for a while, since he ran away from his house.
That wasn’t his house, it was his adopted family’s; his “parents” took him in, because government was paying money for adopted kids, and that two strangers never took care of him. They didn’t care when he was absent at home for weeks, and even though his “dad” saw him injecting drugs once, he still didn’t even say him not to use it. He couldn’t consider that place as home.
He wasn’t always homeless. It has been only 9 years. When he was 8 his grandparents, parents, uncles, and elder brother died in air crash. One guy killed both pilots of the plane and it fell in the ocean. His whole family was coming back from Japan. Taemin wasn’t with them, even though he wished he was with them and had died, only because at the time his family was going on one far relative’s wedding, he was participating in junior’s dance competition. His family went to Japan only for weekend, and was coming back when plane fell. With that air crash Taemin’s life also crashed. He lost his whole family, he had no one left for him, so he had to live in different foster homes, where everyone one envied him for his looks.
“Tae, come out, you can’t stay there forever! Food is getting cold! And it’s not yummy to eat pasta cold” Jjong was knocking on the door of the bathroom. Taemin was still in there, staying under the water, feeling warm and calm. “Ok, I’m coming out,” he said, but water sound overwhelmed his voice, and Jjong didn’t hear anything.
“Are you alright there???” he was getting worried; maybe that guy fainted in there. So he decided to go in.
“Whoa, what do you think you are doing?” shouted Taemin. He was drying himself with towel, and now he was trying to cover up with towel. But Jjong’s eyes were already searching his body. He felt a little embarrassed, and blushed.
“Uhm..I’m sorry, I’ll wait outside” mumbled Jjong, he felt the fire burning inside. “OMG, he’s hot.” was the only thing he could think of right now. Taemin had slim body, okay, maybe not slim but starved body, muscles just started forming, and his never ending legs looked so elegant, his skin was pale. Only thing that ruined the view were blue bruises on his arms, the signs of hundreds of injections.
“Anyways, why he’s using drugs?” he still tried to understand. He was totally against it. And any circumstances could not excuse drug usage. “He doesn't look like 17” continued Jjong his thought when he heard door open.
“Uh…Jonghyun hyung, why are you doing this?” he heard boy’s voice. “I don’t know. I’m just helping you…” he couldn’t finish his sentence when Taemin broke off “Don’t pity me!”
“I do not pity you; it’s just the way I am. I saw you needed help, and I’m helping. Why can’t you just accept help? Why make everything more complicated? Do your parents even know about you using that shit??Do you think about them?” when Jjong said this words, Taemin’s eyes filled with tears, but he didn’t allow himself to cry in front of this guy, he turned around and went in the bathroom, locked door, and let tears to fall down, remembering his mom’s and dad’s faces.
“Listen, here. Taemin, I’m sorry, I understand that it’s none of my business as you already said. I promise I won’t bring that again, just come out, please. Let’s eat. Food is already cold.” knocked Jjong at the door. It has been two hours since Taemin went in and didn’t show any signs of live in there. It was creepy silent in there. Jjong was feeling sorry about what he said earlier. He realized that he hit the most painful spot.