[Fan-fic] Moon Thief [Chapter II]
Title: Moon Thief [ fan-fic ]
Author: DragonMelodies
Pairing: JaeMin (main), Yoosu (much later)
Rating (for chapter): pg-13
Length: Chaptered (2 / ?)
Warnings: newbie writer, physical abuse
Genre: Angst, Fluff, super-natural
Disclaimer: I do not own DBSK (if I did there would still be 5 members), I only own the plot.
Summery: Wings like an angel. A cursed life of suffering. That was until he came. Five lonely souls meet and set out to reach their dreams, but as always there are certain obstacles in the way. Will they make it, or will they fall out of the sky? Nothing is certain in this life.
enjoy, comments are loved ^.^
[ Chapter I ]
Chapter II : Things to Hide
Friday, 3:00pm. Me and Changmin, the new guy from history (and consequently music too) were walking to my house so we could finish up the Holocaust project.
The two of us had become quick friends over the past week. I found out that I was two years older than him, which made sense because he was taking a grade 12 course for some kind of enrichment. I think he explained that he’d taken an extra history course in summer school or something. Apparently it was so he could open up electives for himself because the enrichment program he was in left him with almost none. I asked him why history of all things, he told me it was because it was boring, so by getting it out of the way he could do things he enjoyed more for the rest of the years. I don’t know why he decided to do this enrichment program when it was so crap to leave you with no electives for grade 12 but I’m not going to judge him. (Oh and music is a 10/11/12 split class if you were wondering, I now, it’s a pathetic music program this school has but hey it’s something right).
In any case, I think I came to more of my classes just this week then I had all of last month. I’m not sure if it’s good that a person who just walked into your life a week ago could change you so profoundly but my teachers were definitely not complaining and neither was I. And in the defence of my image, this kid was cool, he had a sense of humour, didn’t care I was the most popular guy in the school and he wasn’t conceded or anything. Plus, he’s really cute too.
We walked down the sub-urban streets. It was cloudy out, and it was supposed to rain latter but that didn’t dampen out spirits. At the moment we were passionately discussing music, as we found our tastes to be quite similar. We both liked Asian music, which was no surprise since we were both Asian (or at least I guessed he was by the lines of his face and skin tone, I hadn’t actually asked him where he’s from). I guessed he might be either Korean or Japanese since he seemed to know at least a bit of both languages and he loved both K-pop and J-pop like me.
“I don’t think they should commercialize Vocaloid music, I mean look what happens to most groups that commercialize. They start out cool at first when they write their own music and stuff and then when they get a bit of fame they grow corrupted and go on drugs and down the drain. Plus, just putting this out there but there are some Vocaloid albums out there already, like DECO*27, he has 4 or 5 albums already I think.”
I should probably through this in here, Vocaloid is a voice software you can buy and use to create music with if you can’t sing yourself. There are a number of English Vocaloids out there but the more popular are the Japanese like Miku, Kaito, Rin and Len and so on and so on (there’s a whole lot more of them). Changmin introduced me to them this week and I love the music it sounds really interesting, though I have to say I prefer the real voice dubs.
“Cool, you gotta send me those. As for the corruption, that’s mostly the American music industry you’re talking about Min,” I answered, calling him by his new nickname Min (he still yelled at me for it too, but I just couldn’t help it though, he was too cute to go without a nickname). “They’re not as bad in Asia. I mean sure the corruption’s still there but it seems to be a lot less. Plus, how can you corrupt a singer that’s a machine anyway.”
“You don’t corrupt the singer you corrupt the composer. You make him write something that will sell, not what he feels and sounds good to him.”
“True that, true that… I dunno, I mean it just sounds cool being able to go to the CD store to pick up a Vocaloid album…”
“Ha ha, keep dreamin’ there. Even if they did commercialize it massively in Asia, it take years to actually get to US, never mind Canada.”
“And here we are,” I announced as we came up to my house. I then went digging through my backpack for the keys.
About a minute later I was walking in behind Min, and closing the door behind me. We kicked off our shoes and I lead him in. I lived in an average home, it was fairly neat considering it was only me and my father living here. Yes, I may have may just have failed to mention to Min that my mother was dead but what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. Actually there were a lot of things about this house hold that he probably shouldn’t know about.
It’s a good thing father is in a meeting for the entire day too, I don’t really want to bring anyone over if he’s here, which annoyingly is most of the time. I sort of worry for their safety.
Anyway, we settled in my room and got to work making the song for history. An hour passed without incident though I shall put this out there, we didn’t get too much done. We spent most of the time talking about what genre we should use. I wanted something more rock while Min wanted to go for a more classic kind of song. After a half an hour of arguing we had finally settled for a compromise, have a classic intro and a guitar rift in the middle and then mix and match in the middle. The rest of the time was spent on lyrics as that was the most important part of the project (even if it isn’t the most important in music).
During this time it had also started to rain quite heavily.
Then things started to go wrong. I heard the front door open. That shouldn’t be right wasn’t he suppose to come home late not early. Shit. I quickly excused myself and half sprinted out of the room and down the stairs to see my nightmares come to life. My dad was standing in the doorway, he was alone (thank god), but he was also smelled of alcohol and looked high. This was going to be bad.
He spotted me at the base of the stairs. “What ya stairin’ at ya monster? ” He yelled out in slurs that were almost indecipherable.
Shit. He was even more far gone then I first thought, and he was walking this way too (well, more like wobbling actually). I was stuck, my mind had gone blank. I couldn’t move, I was petrified from what I knew was coming next. He reached me and grabbed me by the front of my shirt then slammed me into the wall. He kept me there and started to beat me yelling some crap about me being a monster, and how I killed mother. How it was my fault his business partners ditched on him. How I was at fault for every horrible thing in the world too.
I stayed there like a lump doll unable to move or speak, the most I managed was a couple of whimpers as hits landed on my body. It screamed in pain telling me to fight, run, do anything. My brain didn’t listen though, instead it shut out the pain and left my body in a half numb state where I only felt half of what was going on.
I’d learned how to get myself in like this when I was seven, after he threw me out the third story window of our house (the house was tall and very skinny). I’d broken about 5-6 bones but still remained conscious somehow, I’d only survived because the neighbour saw me on the ground at one point and called the ambulance (my father pretended that I’d fallen out somehow).
But yes, that bright shining day I had discovered how to put the pain in my body to sleep, to ignore it until I could bear it, since it was me reacting and hitting him in the face that had caused the incident.
However, this is only half good since it dulls half the pain not all, so when he nailed my gut it still felt like his fist went right through and connected with the wall. That was impossible though, I could still feel my stomach churning. I yelled out in pain, black dots danced across my vision and I coughed up blood.
I wanted to puke.
Now, that was weird. Why did he spirit out of the room like that? And to top it off, he looked like he’d seen a ghost just from the sound of the door opening. Did he think that there was a thief in the house. That wasn’t right, it was broad daylight, someone would have seen called the police. Then I heard a man’s voice coming from downstairs, it sent a shiver down my spine. Something was wrong, really, really wrong, like… death by fluffy pink animal wrong.
I decided to go and see what was up. Standing up from the chair he had given me to sit in and made my way out the room. I heard a bang and quickened my step, half jogging to, and down the stairs careful not to trip and kill myself.
I made it down - and stopped dead in my tracks standing mid stride on the last step. Right across from me was a picture I could have never imagined nor do I ever want to see again in my life.
A man with greasy dark brown hair, wearing a cheap suit and that smelled of way too much alcohol was pinning Jae to the wall behind him. The man that was about twice Jae’s size and probably weighed that much too, was pretty much using my friend for a personal punching bag while yelling in the slurred speech of a drunk. I could just barely make out the words but I got the drift; he was blaming basically every bad thing that ever happened to him on Jae.
As for Jae, I could see his face over the man’s shoulder and it was bloody, his lips were split, he had blood running down one side from a cut on his forehead and there were numerous other bruises. My blood boiled to see him like this.
Then things got worse. The man let up for a moment and reached into his jacket. He pulled out a switch blade and set aim to Jae’s face.
That was the last straw. Instinct took over and I jumped forward landing on my feet right behind the bastard. I grabbed the collar of his jacket, pulled him off of Jae, and threw him straight into the mirrored door hiding a closet behind it. He crashed into the mirrors and they gave in, shattering and buckling backwards until he was lying inside the closet, on the shattered mirrors blood coming from small cuts everywhere. He’d also dropped the knife somewhere in the class so that it was almost impossible to find. I didn’t take a second look as at the piece of trash and looked over to Jae.
Jae had collapsed on the floor leaning against the wall to keep himself in sitting position. He looked a bit out of it but still managed to read like an open book with a billion expressions playing over his features; stuff like surprise, horror, disbelief, gratitude, fear, just to name a couple. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up to his feet as gently as I could, not wanting to hurt him and fearing that he might freeze up if I forced him too much. Frankly I wouldn’t really blame him if he did.
“Run,” I said calmly to him and started to pull him out the door. I heard cracking and realised that the man was getting up. I sped up, Jae keeping up surprisingly well once he regained a bit of his balance.
We sprinted through the rain soaked streets of Jae’s neighbourhood, ploughing through the wind and rain. I wasn’t really heading in a specific direction. Anywhere away from that house would be good. To my surprise and annoyance the man actually kept up with us somehow, though he was pretty wobbly and out of it. I think the alcohol in his body was giving him some kind of adrenaline or something. For me and Jae though we were both running out of breath so I took a detour around a house and I spotted some tall bushes beside their fence facing a park. I dived inside them pulling Jae in behind me.
Min pulled me along the streets sub-urban streets, running faster than the wind (or so it seemed like it to me). We ran on and on past houses I saw everyday in cloths that had long soaked through and were starting to drag us back. My body was starting to get annoying with its screaming for attention and it was getting harder and harder to ignore it, but I did mostly because Min’s presence was distracting me.
At the moment all I bothered to register was Min’s strong back running ahead of me and his warm hand in mine.
Why was he helping me? Why didn’t he just leave me and run by himself specially when I was slowing him down? I didn’t get it. No one had ever helped me, lend me a hand when I needed it. People like him weren’t supposed to exist in the real world, they were imaginary… so why could I feel how perfectly his hand fit in mine. Why was he here?
My mind kept wondering as we turned the corner to the neighbourhood park. It was lined with the bushes I had once played hide-and-seek in once with a couple of elementary’s. Min seemed to spot them and dived into one pulling me along. I didn’t really register what was happening until I felt his arms wrapped around me, his body acting like a wall between me and my father. My face just managed to pop over his shoulder and I watched my step-father run into the park looking around for us.
He was covered in little cuts from crashing into the closet doors and his cloths were stained red. The drugs and alcohol dulled his senses, so we escaped his detection. Over the rain I heard him say something like. “S’upid ‘ittle monster where’d ya go, I’m ain’t ‘inished with ya, ya worthless ‘iece o’ shit.” He give up then, and head back in the direction of the house.
Ironically enough I found myself thinking that he looked quite fitting in the rain, covered in blood, high and looking completely and utterly lost. He looked like the trash of the world. I felt no remorse for him.
Then again, I didn’t look all to different from him, but for a change of pace there was someone here with me. A comforting, warm touch in a world of cold pelting rain and aching limbs. A support for my shaking body. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this in my entire life and I didn’t want to let go. I found myself forgetting how afraid I normally was of people touching me and relaxed a bit, sinking into the hug, clinging onto the material of his shirt. The pain had disappeared for now, my mind filling with warmth.
“Is he gone?” came a whisper in my ear as if waking me from a dream. I felt myself crash as the realisation came that in a couple of moments he would let go of me but I buried it. I had decided to put this in the permanent vivid memory folder in my head so that I could go back to this moment again when I needed it and I didn’t want it tainted by disappointment. Even if it would never happen again it was nice to dream once in a while that there is someone out there that cares I think.
A couple moments later when I felt like my voice would work again I replied hoarsely, “Ya, he’s gone.” Min pulled away from me. I turned my back to him and walked out of the bush not wanting him to see the disappointment on my face. I had expected him to let go of my hand too but to my surprise the warm pressure was still there so I returned it.
“Jae, what’s the name of this park?” he asked quietly.
“Coronation, it’s called Coronation Park, they named the street after it too. Why?” I looked up at him and saw him smile quietly at me, and for a moment I heard him sigh as if he had given up on something.
“You’ll see in a moment.”
He pulled out his phone, dialled a number and put it to his ear. The person evidently picked up because he started talking to them. He told them my address then the name of the park and I realised he was calling for someone to pick us up. My eyes widened as he hung up and looked back down at me.
“My mother’s driver will be here to pick us up in a couple minutes. You should probably sit, you look like you’re going to drop dead any moment now,” he said with sarcasm in his eyes.
I laughed lightly and imagining how bad I probably looked, from this sarcasm I deduced that I probably looked more like I was already dead not about to drop. I kind of felt like it too so I complied and sat down on the muddy grass where I was standing, still holding Min’s hand. He sat down beside me and we waited for his mother’s driver to arrive.
Wait… what?! Did I hear right there? His mother’s driver? Who was this kid?! Or have I completely lost it and gone schitzo now...
A/N: so heres the next chapter, i've basically been using this as an excuse to procrastinate on my homework (as the saying goes procrastinate today, panic tomorrow XD). i hope you like it, and by the way yes the enrichment program and crap music class are not that far of the margin, well the music class is dead on, the program though is a bit stretched from its original but it was the only way i could make the story work and still have them have their original age difference. enjoy ^.^ and thank you for all the wonderful comments they're really good motivation *bows slightly*
Author: DragonMelodies
Pairing: JaeMin (main), Yoosu (much later)
Rating (for chapter): pg-13
Length: Chaptered (2 / ?)
Warnings: newbie writer, physical abuse
Genre: Angst, Fluff, super-natural
Disclaimer: I do not own DBSK (if I did there would still be 5 members), I only own the plot.
Summery: Wings like an angel. A cursed life of suffering. That was until he came. Five lonely souls meet and set out to reach their dreams, but as always there are certain obstacles in the way. Will they make it, or will they fall out of the sky? Nothing is certain in this life.
enjoy, comments are loved ^.^
[ Chapter I ]
Chapter II : Things to Hide
Friday, 3:00pm. Me and Changmin, the new guy from history (and consequently music too) were walking to my house so we could finish up the Holocaust project.
The two of us had become quick friends over the past week. I found out that I was two years older than him, which made sense because he was taking a grade 12 course for some kind of enrichment. I think he explained that he’d taken an extra history course in summer school or something. Apparently it was so he could open up electives for himself because the enrichment program he was in left him with almost none. I asked him why history of all things, he told me it was because it was boring, so by getting it out of the way he could do things he enjoyed more for the rest of the years. I don’t know why he decided to do this enrichment program when it was so crap to leave you with no electives for grade 12 but I’m not going to judge him. (Oh and music is a 10/11/12 split class if you were wondering, I now, it’s a pathetic music program this school has but hey it’s something right).
In any case, I think I came to more of my classes just this week then I had all of last month. I’m not sure if it’s good that a person who just walked into your life a week ago could change you so profoundly but my teachers were definitely not complaining and neither was I. And in the defence of my image, this kid was cool, he had a sense of humour, didn’t care I was the most popular guy in the school and he wasn’t conceded or anything. Plus, he’s really cute too.
We walked down the sub-urban streets. It was cloudy out, and it was supposed to rain latter but that didn’t dampen out spirits. At the moment we were passionately discussing music, as we found our tastes to be quite similar. We both liked Asian music, which was no surprise since we were both Asian (or at least I guessed he was by the lines of his face and skin tone, I hadn’t actually asked him where he’s from). I guessed he might be either Korean or Japanese since he seemed to know at least a bit of both languages and he loved both K-pop and J-pop like me.
“I don’t think they should commercialize Vocaloid music, I mean look what happens to most groups that commercialize. They start out cool at first when they write their own music and stuff and then when they get a bit of fame they grow corrupted and go on drugs and down the drain. Plus, just putting this out there but there are some Vocaloid albums out there already, like DECO*27, he has 4 or 5 albums already I think.”
I should probably through this in here, Vocaloid is a voice software you can buy and use to create music with if you can’t sing yourself. There are a number of English Vocaloids out there but the more popular are the Japanese like Miku, Kaito, Rin and Len and so on and so on (there’s a whole lot more of them). Changmin introduced me to them this week and I love the music it sounds really interesting, though I have to say I prefer the real voice dubs.
“Cool, you gotta send me those. As for the corruption, that’s mostly the American music industry you’re talking about Min,” I answered, calling him by his new nickname Min (he still yelled at me for it too, but I just couldn’t help it though, he was too cute to go without a nickname). “They’re not as bad in Asia. I mean sure the corruption’s still there but it seems to be a lot less. Plus, how can you corrupt a singer that’s a machine anyway.”
“You don’t corrupt the singer you corrupt the composer. You make him write something that will sell, not what he feels and sounds good to him.”
“True that, true that… I dunno, I mean it just sounds cool being able to go to the CD store to pick up a Vocaloid album…”
“Ha ha, keep dreamin’ there. Even if they did commercialize it massively in Asia, it take years to actually get to US, never mind Canada.”
“And here we are,” I announced as we came up to my house. I then went digging through my backpack for the keys.
About a minute later I was walking in behind Min, and closing the door behind me. We kicked off our shoes and I lead him in. I lived in an average home, it was fairly neat considering it was only me and my father living here. Yes, I may have may just have failed to mention to Min that my mother was dead but what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. Actually there were a lot of things about this house hold that he probably shouldn’t know about.
It’s a good thing father is in a meeting for the entire day too, I don’t really want to bring anyone over if he’s here, which annoyingly is most of the time. I sort of worry for their safety.
Anyway, we settled in my room and got to work making the song for history. An hour passed without incident though I shall put this out there, we didn’t get too much done. We spent most of the time talking about what genre we should use. I wanted something more rock while Min wanted to go for a more classic kind of song. After a half an hour of arguing we had finally settled for a compromise, have a classic intro and a guitar rift in the middle and then mix and match in the middle. The rest of the time was spent on lyrics as that was the most important part of the project (even if it isn’t the most important in music).
During this time it had also started to rain quite heavily.
Then things started to go wrong. I heard the front door open. That shouldn’t be right wasn’t he suppose to come home late not early. Shit. I quickly excused myself and half sprinted out of the room and down the stairs to see my nightmares come to life. My dad was standing in the doorway, he was alone (thank god), but he was also smelled of alcohol and looked high. This was going to be bad.
He spotted me at the base of the stairs. “What ya stairin’ at ya monster? ” He yelled out in slurs that were almost indecipherable.
Shit. He was even more far gone then I first thought, and he was walking this way too (well, more like wobbling actually). I was stuck, my mind had gone blank. I couldn’t move, I was petrified from what I knew was coming next. He reached me and grabbed me by the front of my shirt then slammed me into the wall. He kept me there and started to beat me yelling some crap about me being a monster, and how I killed mother. How it was my fault his business partners ditched on him. How I was at fault for every horrible thing in the world too.
I stayed there like a lump doll unable to move or speak, the most I managed was a couple of whimpers as hits landed on my body. It screamed in pain telling me to fight, run, do anything. My brain didn’t listen though, instead it shut out the pain and left my body in a half numb state where I only felt half of what was going on.
I’d learned how to get myself in like this when I was seven, after he threw me out the third story window of our house (the house was tall and very skinny). I’d broken about 5-6 bones but still remained conscious somehow, I’d only survived because the neighbour saw me on the ground at one point and called the ambulance (my father pretended that I’d fallen out somehow).
But yes, that bright shining day I had discovered how to put the pain in my body to sleep, to ignore it until I could bear it, since it was me reacting and hitting him in the face that had caused the incident.
However, this is only half good since it dulls half the pain not all, so when he nailed my gut it still felt like his fist went right through and connected with the wall. That was impossible though, I could still feel my stomach churning. I yelled out in pain, black dots danced across my vision and I coughed up blood.
I wanted to puke.
Now, that was weird. Why did he spirit out of the room like that? And to top it off, he looked like he’d seen a ghost just from the sound of the door opening. Did he think that there was a thief in the house. That wasn’t right, it was broad daylight, someone would have seen called the police. Then I heard a man’s voice coming from downstairs, it sent a shiver down my spine. Something was wrong, really, really wrong, like… death by fluffy pink animal wrong.
I decided to go and see what was up. Standing up from the chair he had given me to sit in and made my way out the room. I heard a bang and quickened my step, half jogging to, and down the stairs careful not to trip and kill myself.
I made it down - and stopped dead in my tracks standing mid stride on the last step. Right across from me was a picture I could have never imagined nor do I ever want to see again in my life.
A man with greasy dark brown hair, wearing a cheap suit and that smelled of way too much alcohol was pinning Jae to the wall behind him. The man that was about twice Jae’s size and probably weighed that much too, was pretty much using my friend for a personal punching bag while yelling in the slurred speech of a drunk. I could just barely make out the words but I got the drift; he was blaming basically every bad thing that ever happened to him on Jae.
As for Jae, I could see his face over the man’s shoulder and it was bloody, his lips were split, he had blood running down one side from a cut on his forehead and there were numerous other bruises. My blood boiled to see him like this.
Then things got worse. The man let up for a moment and reached into his jacket. He pulled out a switch blade and set aim to Jae’s face.
That was the last straw. Instinct took over and I jumped forward landing on my feet right behind the bastard. I grabbed the collar of his jacket, pulled him off of Jae, and threw him straight into the mirrored door hiding a closet behind it. He crashed into the mirrors and they gave in, shattering and buckling backwards until he was lying inside the closet, on the shattered mirrors blood coming from small cuts everywhere. He’d also dropped the knife somewhere in the class so that it was almost impossible to find. I didn’t take a second look as at the piece of trash and looked over to Jae.
Jae had collapsed on the floor leaning against the wall to keep himself in sitting position. He looked a bit out of it but still managed to read like an open book with a billion expressions playing over his features; stuff like surprise, horror, disbelief, gratitude, fear, just to name a couple. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up to his feet as gently as I could, not wanting to hurt him and fearing that he might freeze up if I forced him too much. Frankly I wouldn’t really blame him if he did.
“Run,” I said calmly to him and started to pull him out the door. I heard cracking and realised that the man was getting up. I sped up, Jae keeping up surprisingly well once he regained a bit of his balance.
We sprinted through the rain soaked streets of Jae’s neighbourhood, ploughing through the wind and rain. I wasn’t really heading in a specific direction. Anywhere away from that house would be good. To my surprise and annoyance the man actually kept up with us somehow, though he was pretty wobbly and out of it. I think the alcohol in his body was giving him some kind of adrenaline or something. For me and Jae though we were both running out of breath so I took a detour around a house and I spotted some tall bushes beside their fence facing a park. I dived inside them pulling Jae in behind me.
Min pulled me along the streets sub-urban streets, running faster than the wind (or so it seemed like it to me). We ran on and on past houses I saw everyday in cloths that had long soaked through and were starting to drag us back. My body was starting to get annoying with its screaming for attention and it was getting harder and harder to ignore it, but I did mostly because Min’s presence was distracting me.
At the moment all I bothered to register was Min’s strong back running ahead of me and his warm hand in mine.
Why was he helping me? Why didn’t he just leave me and run by himself specially when I was slowing him down? I didn’t get it. No one had ever helped me, lend me a hand when I needed it. People like him weren’t supposed to exist in the real world, they were imaginary… so why could I feel how perfectly his hand fit in mine. Why was he here?
My mind kept wondering as we turned the corner to the neighbourhood park. It was lined with the bushes I had once played hide-and-seek in once with a couple of elementary’s. Min seemed to spot them and dived into one pulling me along. I didn’t really register what was happening until I felt his arms wrapped around me, his body acting like a wall between me and my father. My face just managed to pop over his shoulder and I watched my step-father run into the park looking around for us.
He was covered in little cuts from crashing into the closet doors and his cloths were stained red. The drugs and alcohol dulled his senses, so we escaped his detection. Over the rain I heard him say something like. “S’upid ‘ittle monster where’d ya go, I’m ain’t ‘inished with ya, ya worthless ‘iece o’ shit.” He give up then, and head back in the direction of the house.
Ironically enough I found myself thinking that he looked quite fitting in the rain, covered in blood, high and looking completely and utterly lost. He looked like the trash of the world. I felt no remorse for him.
Then again, I didn’t look all to different from him, but for a change of pace there was someone here with me. A comforting, warm touch in a world of cold pelting rain and aching limbs. A support for my shaking body. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this in my entire life and I didn’t want to let go. I found myself forgetting how afraid I normally was of people touching me and relaxed a bit, sinking into the hug, clinging onto the material of his shirt. The pain had disappeared for now, my mind filling with warmth.
“Is he gone?” came a whisper in my ear as if waking me from a dream. I felt myself crash as the realisation came that in a couple of moments he would let go of me but I buried it. I had decided to put this in the permanent vivid memory folder in my head so that I could go back to this moment again when I needed it and I didn’t want it tainted by disappointment. Even if it would never happen again it was nice to dream once in a while that there is someone out there that cares I think.
A couple moments later when I felt like my voice would work again I replied hoarsely, “Ya, he’s gone.” Min pulled away from me. I turned my back to him and walked out of the bush not wanting him to see the disappointment on my face. I had expected him to let go of my hand too but to my surprise the warm pressure was still there so I returned it.
“Jae, what’s the name of this park?” he asked quietly.
“Coronation, it’s called Coronation Park, they named the street after it too. Why?” I looked up at him and saw him smile quietly at me, and for a moment I heard him sigh as if he had given up on something.
“You’ll see in a moment.”
He pulled out his phone, dialled a number and put it to his ear. The person evidently picked up because he started talking to them. He told them my address then the name of the park and I realised he was calling for someone to pick us up. My eyes widened as he hung up and looked back down at me.
“My mother’s driver will be here to pick us up in a couple minutes. You should probably sit, you look like you’re going to drop dead any moment now,” he said with sarcasm in his eyes.
I laughed lightly and imagining how bad I probably looked, from this sarcasm I deduced that I probably looked more like I was already dead not about to drop. I kind of felt like it too so I complied and sat down on the muddy grass where I was standing, still holding Min’s hand. He sat down beside me and we waited for his mother’s driver to arrive.
Wait… what?! Did I hear right there? His mother’s driver? Who was this kid?! Or have I completely lost it and gone schitzo now...
A/N: so heres the next chapter, i've basically been using this as an excuse to procrastinate on my homework (as the saying goes procrastinate today, panic tomorrow XD). i hope you like it, and by the way yes the enrichment program and crap music class are not that far of the margin, well the music class is dead on, the program though is a bit stretched from its original but it was the only way i could make the story work and still have them have their original age difference. enjoy ^.^ and thank you for all the wonderful comments they're really good motivation *bows slightly*