Jinsung's Pov

   My eyes fluttered open to see a white ceiling. I shifted out of the chair, groaning. Sleeping on this stupid chair was not going to help my back. I wiped at my eyes, stretching. My everything felt so stiff. I ignored the fact and peered around the room, it seemed as if people are beginning to stir. Edahn was awake, sitting in his chair, on his phone. I looked back to were Bam was... He wasn't there?

   I scanned the room, where was Bam? Everyone currently was half awake, laying on the ground or on a chair. I shifted over towards the man who hugged Bam yesterday while he was having a break down. I bent down, squatting in front of him. "Where is Bam?" He looked up at me questioningly, "What do you mean, I thought he was over.. There.." He turned towards the others that came with him, "Guys where is Bam?" Everyone looked around, Bam wasn't in the room. Everyone got up, and we all headed towards the reception desk on this floor.

   Edahn spoke up, "Which room is Khun Aguero Agnes in? I'm his father," The receptionist peered up, her eyes going wide. "I'm sorry! Give me a second.." She slipped off her chair, jogging towards another doctor. Did he make it? He couldn't have died.. Right?

  The receptionist bolted back over, "Sorry for that, he is currently in room 367," We all nodded and booked it for the room. Edahn creaked open the door, just so we could barely peek in. I slipped through the group, me and Edahn peeking throw the door.

   Bam was sitting on a chair next to Khun's bed. Bam was leaned over, his head laying onto the bed. Khun was also still passed out, no signs of movement. I sighed, I thought Khun was dead.. And Bam.. I don't know..

   We all quietly shifted into the room, heading towards the back. It was still early, I don't know, like 6:00? I was surprised everyone else woke up on there own at this time. I peered over towards Bam, walking over. He really did deserve the world. He is so kind, considerate, bold, hard-working; yet he was always treated like nothing. Had I really failed this kid?

   I patted him on the head before going to sit down on the floor. We all sat down in separate groups, waiting for any sign of movement from either. They were the ones that everyone really wanted to talk to.. We all sat patiently amongst ourselves, starting little conversations. It was all pretty basic stuff until Yuri spoke up, "Jinsung, um.. I was wondering about what Bam said the other day.. As you know I've known him since he was 13 years old. A little boy, and I've never heard him talk about any of those things.."

   I sighed, rubbing at my temples.. This really isn't mine to say. But he broke down and already said it. I sighed, falling backwards. I closed my eyes, memories rushing back.

14 Years Ago..

Jinsung's Pov

   I had finally accomplished my goal. I finally opened a dojo to practice martial arts. I finally did it. It was late though.. I think I spent a little long at the place cleaning up and closing things down. I strolled down the sidewalk heading home when I had heard a clang and a small yelp from a alleyway. And of course it was a darker alleyway and it was practically midnight. I'm going to get killed.. But I'm interested.

   I peaked down the alleyway.. I couldn't see anyone in particular. Then again, I could barely see in the dark. It could've been a cat or a animal. But it yelped.. Maybe it needs help. I shuffled down the alleyway sticking to the sides when I saw something that would change my life. There was a young boy, dressed in rags, and had long tangled up hair.

   I came out from the shadows, putting up my hands. He flinched at the sight of my hands moving and scrambled away. I knelt down, trying to get a good glimpse at the kid. "Hey.. Are you ok?" He shot me and glare and snarled at me. "I'm fine.. Leave." He was bratty, but I couldn't just leave him here.

   "I can't just leave you here.." He wrapped his hands around his knees and curled up into a ball in the corner, wrapping himself in a blanket. I can't leave him here.. I walked closer towards him, resting a hand on his shoulder. I felt him shaking under my touch, and I could hear him slightly crying..?

  I instantly jumped back, letting go of the boy. What made him afraid of someone's simple touch? I sat down on the dirty ground, staring at the boy. I leaned back on the wall.. I'm going to wait for him here.. I sighed, I hope I don't regret this.. I peaked back down towards the boy who was still slightly shaking. I leaned back on the wall, falling asleep.

The Next Day

   The sun shined down on my eyelids, begging for them to open. My eyes slightly fluttered open, to see I was in an alleyway..? I glanced around.. Oh. I fell asleep here. I felt a light weight on my lap, his blanket. So he did have some kindness.. I turned around to find the boy. Where exactly is he? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my pants and placed the blanket down before heading out of the alleyway. I stopped before I had fully exited to see the young boy holding two granola bars.

   He continued into the alleyway, and threw one at my chest. I caught it before it hit the ground, and turned back towards the boy. Maybe he wasn't that bad..? I sat down next to the boy, and he scooted away, trying to create space. I spoke up, "Why are you afraid?"

   I turned towards him, and he looked at me as if I was the stupidest person ever. "Because I don't need you touching me.." I shot him a questioning look, "What do mean?" He shifted in his place, facing me completely. "Wait, you don't touch people?" I shifted in my seat facing him, "What do you mean again? Like hugs, handshakes, or sexually?" He shook his head, "I mean sexually dumbo.."

   Wait what? I'm so confused.. "I had my wife, but I wouldn't touch you in that way, no. That would be disgusting on my part.." I shuddered at the thought. He thought I would do that? "Why do you think that? Did someone do that to you..?" He became silent, avoiding the question. He continued to munch on his granola bar, staring at the wall. Oh.. This poor boy.

   I put out my hand, palm facing up. "Put your hand on top of mine." He looked at me If I had asked him to climb Everest in his rag of clothes. "No.." I persisted. "Put your palm on top of mine. That's all.." He shot me a glare before shifting away.

   I sighed before shifting closer. "Just for a second, please. You'll feel better.." He glanced over his shoulder before putting out his hand, he gently lowered his hand, placing it on mine. He shuddered before whipping it off. I put out my hands, holding them up. "See? Not sexually, just a simple interaction."

   He peered up at me, his shoulders relaxing a tad. I leaned back trying to start a conversation with the boy. He evaded all of my questions, continuing to be silent. Hours had passed and he continued to ignore me..

   I was going to try and start another conversation before I heard his stomach growl. I peered over at him, he looked away, defying my gaze. I stood up, lending out my hand. He glanced up at my hand, and pushed himself of the ground by himself, walking right by me. This is going to be harder than I thought..

1 Week Later

   I had just finished classes over at the dojo before stopping in a certain alleyway with a certain boy. I knocked on the wall before heading down, signaling it was me. I saw him sitting down in his box, staring at the sunset. I walked over dropping at container full of leftovers from last night's dinner. He peered up at me before digging into the food. While he ate I began to speak.

   "So Bam," I had finally figured out his name yesterday after a lot of persuasion, "I was wondering if you wanted to come live with me?"  I turned to him, he began to choke on his food before coughing it out. It was silent, we both stared into each other's, him glaring at me. I'm not giving up kiddo.. "No, I'm fine."

   I bursted out into laughter, running a hand through my hair. "Your not fine at all. You've gotten better, your fine with palms touching. But not with hugs, holding hands, or even handshakes. I want to help you. I have a free room in my house, I have food, I have taken the week to prepare for a kid. So please, please let me help you," He glanced at the ground, fixated with each speck of dirt. It was silent.

   I didn't mind, it would be a big change. He needed time. I would give him as much as he wanted, but I also need him to be safe. I sighed, standing up. "I'll give you the rest of today to figure it out, I'll come back tomorrow, ok?" He nodded and I left, shuffling down the streets.

The Next Day

   I stood in front of Bam, him sitting on the floor. I knelt down, and put my hand out. "You coming?" He sat there for a minute, be for hesitantly placing his hand in mine. " C-coming.. But no funny business!" I laughed, helping him up. I ruffled his hair before walking down the street.

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    My hands steaded with a pair of scissors in my hand. I gently brought the scissors across his hair, cutting off his long locks. I slowly cut more and more, taking of bits, piece by piece. He sat on the stool in front of me, humming a small tune. I hadn't heard it before, it was very calming. Maybe I'll show him music later.. I had finally finished and he had his messy but shorter hair that allowed me to see all of his face. He was a handsome lad. Definitely a lady killer. I laughed at myself, ruffling his hair.

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    Sand pressed against my feet, the small waves tickling my toes. I turned back to see Bam's face fixed on the ocean. I stopped, backtracking back a few paces. "Like what you see?" I joked around. He still stared at the ocean before speaking, "It's pretty.. This is my first time going to a beach.." WHAT?

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    "Come on! Throw me your hardest punch!" He took a shot at it, barely hitting me. I laughed, and pulled up his sleeve. No muscle whatsoever. He tugged his arm away, his face turning red. I stifled a laugh. "We got to make you a diet or like a workout. You need to build up some muscle! You up for it?" He nodded, determination in his eyes.

End of Memories

   I stared up at the ceiling, slightly laughing. I huffed out, "He was such a brat at first, so many glares. He wounds me.." I sat up facing everyone, everyone staring at me intrigued. Huh..? I glanced around until my gaze landed on Yuri. Oh.! I sighed before continuing. "Yeah he did go through all of it. He never had parents, was raped.. I don't know, but I think like a hundred times from one person specifically. He was bullied for a bit, so we worked together to stop that. Umm.. What else. He had a hard life. I was happy to meet Khun. It was like his life had turned around.."

   They all nodded, saddened by the fact he had gone through all of this and no one had known besides me. I was about to speak up when I heard a small voice, "I wasn't to much of a brat.. Hmm. What did I say.... Dumbo?"