!TW! Violence, anorexia (eating disorder), underage prostitution

I swear it's not as bad as it seems-
Fuck yes it is-

8:56pm

Yeosang sighed and slammed his phone down on the counter of a bar in frustration.
His client cancelled an appointment just 5 minutes before they were supposed to meet.
How convenient of him.
Yeosang groaned, frustrated, he spent 1 whole hour getting dressed up only for this asshole to chicken out last minute.
What part of the meet up even changed his mind?
What could be more important than getting to fuck with a super hot and cute guy for the night?!

Yes,that's right.
Yeosang was an escort.
An underaged one at that.
He knew being an underage escort probably wasn't the best idea, it's illegal, he could get arrested, but what can you do when you're a talentless high school dropout with no future?
Yeosang never liked being at school, nor was he good at it. Everytime he looked at his grades, only red angry Fs were marked on the top right corner of the paper.
So, he quit.

It was confusing anyways.
Letters in maths, scientific words as answers, not meeting certain teacher's standards...
The whole concept of there being only one right answer for every question seemed like a whole bunch of bullshit.
His brother, of course, when he heard the news freaked out. They were already flat broke and yeosang suddenly dropping out of school might just be a huge problem for them in the future.
Yeosang didn't mind, he knew what he had to do to make sure the two didn't have to sleep on the streets.
He was attractive, and what other better trait is there to have when you're downright hopeless?
Nada.

He started setting a profile up on some random sketchy websites, a risky move, but he had to start some way or another.

At first, yeosang felt opposed with the whole idea of selling his body for some dirty money.
He felt dirty, disgusting and somewhat slutty.
Although, that wasn't when his first client showed up, a middle aged man, a married one actually.
Yeosang felt shocked when someone had already asked for an appointment so soon, was all ppl on this website this desperate?
Alas when he laid on the clean white bedsheets, clothes scattered on the ground messily, he looked over to the stack of cash by the bedside.
A laugh of disbelief, a shed of a single tear.

Money really does make the world go round.

If this sort of the career could help him and his brother through life, he would gladly do it with no hesitation.

Yeosang grabbed his shiny purse, and decided to leave the bar, there wasn't anything left for him to do here anyways.
Yeosang squeezed through the crowded place where bodies dance to loud dubstep music.
The scent of alcohol and sweat was apparent, reminding how much yeosang dread places like this.
Disgusting.
The music wasn't even good, it was just plain noisy. Yeosang preferred a more melodic and meaningful tunes when listening to music, but then again, he's doing this for money.
If it weren't for some fucking pieces of paper he wouldn't be here.
Never ever.

Suddenly, he felt two hands grabbing at his waist.
Yeosang looked down at the hands on his waist, they seem larger than his, yet they felt rough and cold.
Seriously?
"hey sweetheart"
He heard a rough voice whisper at his ear.
Yeosang wasn't flustered by the action one bit.
He had been through this many times to know guys who do this only have one thing in their pea sized brains.
Too bad for this guy, yeosang doesn't fuck for free.
Plus just by his weirdly intimate action, the boy already felt grossed out enough to even negotiate with him.
Does this guy know what personal space even is?!
He just wanted to leave at this point.

Yeosang grabbed the man's hands in attempt to pry it away but stopped when something caught his eye.
Yeosang always had an eye for shiny objects.
Ever since young, he would always find himself having his face pressed against a glass surface in a jewelry store.
His eyes reflecting the reflection of a bright beautiful stone that glistened under the guidance of its glass.
Slowly, he grew a talent for differentiating gems between the true and false of its kind.
Even till now, he would do the same.

On the man's hand, he noticed a beautiful shiny diamond ring on his pointer finger.
The diamond was framed by a black expensive looking material, a dragon carved out of the material making it look as if it's guarding the diamond.
He trailed his eyes along his hand and then saw another sight of a beautiful gold watch that wrapped around his wrist.
What a showoff.

Yeosang immediately stopped prying his hands away and placed his hands on top of the others, keeping it in place.
His disgusted look turning into a sly smirk, the exact opposite of him just a second ago.
"did you come here alone, baby?"
The younger hummed in response, he supposed he could entertain this man for a while and root of him for his cash later.

It was the better option than to roam the busy streets and feeling lonely in a crowd of people.

***

9:35pm

Wooyoung stood by a lone vending machine, watching as cars passed by the street.
He turned around only to see the many bags of snacks displayed on the other side of the thick glass, the colorful colors of the packages made his eyes shine.
With a smile, he pulled out his phone and clicked a few selfies, figuring that the contents of the machine would make a great background.
Quickly, he uploaded the picture on his Instagram page, expecting the number of likes to rise.
Right away, his phone buzzed uncontrollably with likes and comments, wooyoung smiled at the screen.
Although through the many positive comments he spotted some with some comments that had caught his attention.

'you look sick, are you doing okay?'

'I think he got skinnier? Is it just me?'

'wooyoung was better one year ago, yall can't fight on me with this one'

'he looks unhealthy and pale....'

"I thought..."
He thought he looked good lately...

Just as quickly as his smile lit up, it vanished.
Wooyoung bit his lip and shoved the device in his pocket.
Of course there were way more comments that were more negative than these but for some reason these were the ones that hit wooyoung in the chest the worse.
The swishing sound of the cars passing by somehow made the night feel more quiet than it already was.
No one else was there, it was dark, only the few bugs that flew by the dangling source of light from the light pole that accompanied him.
The buzzing sound of the vending machine reminded him of what he was originally here for.

Wooyoung reached his hand back in his pocket and a few pennies came into view.
Should he even....
Wooyoung looked back at the bags of snacks on the other side of the glass, his slightly apparent frail reflection made him seem more pitiful.

Fine.
Its fine.
He shoved the pennies in the vending machine, the small plate of numbers asking him what he wanted....

What...
What did he want?
What does he want?

05?
No not that one...

23?
Nope not that either...

17?
No, no, no....

Just pick.

It's not that hard.

It shouldn't be this hard.

Why is this hard?

Jung fucking wooyoung.
Don't make things hard for yourself.
Its not that complicated.
.....
This is hard.

No, it's easy you're just making things hard for yourself.
Just go with 02.

But 02....

No, 02 it is, no buts.

......
Fine, 02 it is.

Wooyoung pressed the numbers on the plate as quickly as he could, he did not want to spend more time at the vending machine nor did he want to give himself time to change his mind again.
Almost immediately, the sound of a bag of chips fell down.
Wooyoung crouched down to pick it up, staring at the vibrant packaging mindlessly.

What now?

Oh, right, open it, of course.
He opened the packaging to see,well.....chips.
Nothing special.

Well time to head back indoors now.
Wooyoung headed back to the entrance of the hospital, nurses and patients minding their business.
Wooyoung roamed around the place searching for a specific room, his hands not reaching in the bag of chips once.
His eyes lit up when he found the room he was looking for.
Quickly, he entered the room and locked the door.

He looked down at the bag.
Was this a mistake?

No, no...
Just try one...
One and that's it.

.....
Should he have picked a different option?

No, what are you talking about, you would've hated it either way dumbass.

Ugh, it looks so oily...
Wooyoung picked up a small chip from the bag eyeing it nervously.

What if I get fat?

No, people has been saying that I look unhealthy and skinny.

Come on, one chip won't do anything.
Its just one chip!

It wasn't even the first time he's eating a chip why is he being such a fucking coward?!
Wooyoung hesitantly crunched on the chip, his eyes filled with a look of doubt.

It's salty....

.........
.........
Immediately, he spit the food in his mouth right back into the bag of chips, his eyes well up with tears.
He wiped the corner of his lips with his sleeve and walked over to a nearby trash can.
Wooyoung dropped the bag of chips in the trash, a fed up sigh heard in the room.

Ugh, why even make an effort at this point?
Why try?

This is pointless.

Wooyoung walked over to the other side of a room.
A hospital bed placed with a stool by the side, wooyoung sat down with a smile.
He stared mindlessly at the figure lying down on the bed.
"yes, I did threw it away again.
Now before you think of anything I know I probably should've picked something more blander than chips but,..... you know, I just kinda.... Panicked abit while choosing?
Okay... Okay... I know what you're thinking but at least I got a taste of it this time! "
Wooyoung rambled, his lips flattened to make an awkward smile.

With a loud groan, he flopped down to rest his head on his forearms by the lying figure.
" ughh, I wish you're here with me right now.
You could probably actually help me with my stupid condition ", wooyoung giggled.

Ever since he had made the decision to upload pictures of himself on the internet, he had captured many's attention with his outstanding visuals.
Many praises would flood his comment section, pleasing his ego.
It wasn't long till he started noticing some certain comments that made him feel a certain way about himself.
Some telling him how he's just straight up fat, some telling him that he's not good looking because of how round his face looked, and some just straight up giving backhanded compliments.
At first he didn't mind it that much, being an influencer, of course there will be negative comments.

Everyone's opinion isn't the same, it's fine.

But as time goes on, the comments of him being "fat" started to get to him.

Everyone is having the same opinion.
Maybe he is fat.

The first few weeks, he started eating less.
Whenever eating, he would ask for a small portion.
Many would probably think that the portion he had was way too little to actually fuel a person's hunger, thus asking if he wanted more.
Wooyoung of course would politely decline.
He was getting fat, he shouldn't eat so much.

It wasn't long till he changed his plan tho, wooyoung would occasionally check his comment section still, and would still see that the negative reaction has not changed.
Hm.
Maybe this wasn't working.

That's when he he got the idea that maybe just stop eating.
He already was eating little enough, might as well not do it at all.
It was hard for him when he started, not being able to eat anything, only surviving the days off drinking water and that's it.
He didn't have energy to do anything, he felt weak, frail and unusually cold when the uncomfortable feeling in his empty stomach hit again.

The first month, he would do it alternatively.
One day starve, the other day eat.
The second month, he would slowly start doing it two days at one time.
The third day, he would just snap and eat everything he could in the fridge.
But then again, after devouring the food in the fridge, he still felt as if he had done something wrong.

He wasn't supposed to do that.
Why did he do that?

Eating so much will make you fat.
Maybe....
He should spit it out.

That's where it started.
Everytime wooyoung would binge eat impressive amounts of food, he would dart to the bathroom immediately after.
What else could he do to prevent himself from gaining weight than to not have any food in his stomach?
He started purging all the food he had ate as much as he could.

It was definitely not a pretty sight to see.
To see wooyoung crouched down by the toilet, nonstop regurgitating just to fit in people's standards.
Just so people would stop commenting on how he looked.

Pitiful.
It was really fucking pitiful.

Wooyoung knew there was something wrong with him.
That whatever he was doing wasn't right, it wasn't normal.
He searched up many possibilities that could be an answer to his actions.
Of course, he found his answer, the internet answers all.

Just,....
Was it?
Was it the answer?
Was he really that fucked up?
He didn't want to believe it.
Anorexia.
A type of eating disorder.

Wooyoung has asked local clinics and medical experts of a solution to his sickness, but from there, he realized that the sickness he had was quite deadly.
Not only affecting physical health but also mental health.
There was no actual cure to the condition, it all depends on luck.
If he was unlucky enough, he would die with the sickness.
Or maybe, that sickness could even be the reason for his fall, who knows.

"I won't be dying just because of this.... Right?
......
I-..... I'm really scared.....

.......
Should I try doing it again?"

***

9:22pm

Yeosang ruffled through the small pile of clothes scattered on the ground, his hands shaky from how nervous he felt.

Fuck.
For fuck sake!
Just where was that fucking ring!

He danced with the man that he had previously met for a while at the dance floor before deciding that they should get out of the place.
The man suggested that they booked a hotel for the night since he had a girlfriend back at home.

How fucking typical.

Yeosang of course agreed to the suggestion.
It wasn't like it was his first time sleeping with men who already had partners.
They both quickly got into a taxi, made out in the backseat, not caring what hotel their driver took them to.
The man's hands roamed all over yeosang's body, he clearly seemed to not even give a shit whether yeosang felt comfortable with the intimate touches or not.
The younger would tend to pry away when he felt overwhelmed by the rough touches.
Although, yeosang wasn't really focused on getting fucked in a random hotel that night.
His eyes were set on a certain goal ever since he laid eyes on the gorgeous diamond ring and gold watch the stranger was wearing.

Now the man was in the shower.
Yeosang suggested so, telling him he didn't want him to get on the bed while he was still dirty, who knows where he had been or what he has touched.
The man agreed, it seemed like the only way to get yeosang to get in bed with him anyways.

How foolish, yeosang just wanted to stall time for himself.
He wasn't here to fuck with a random guy.

So here yeosang knelt, scattering the messy pile of clothing all over the floor desperately searching for valuables.
His hands grasped on one of the spots of clothing that seemed to pile up more than than the others.
His eyes lit up as he felt an item underneath the fabric of the clothing.
The watch, maybe?
Yeosang lifted up the fabric in an instance, his excited eyes quickly drooping to a less excited one.
No, just his wallet.

Even though yeosang's main priority was not the wallet, he still decided he should check the item in case he could get some extra cash from it.
Yeosang dumped the items from the wallet onto the ground, the credit cards and other important materials hitting the ground.
Sweet, this man keeps cash in his wallet!

Yeosang stuffed the cash in his purse, picking up every penny he could find.
His eyes occasionally eyes the bathroom door right beside him, he could still hear the sound of water splattering on the bathroom floor, at least this guy takes him time in the showers.
Yeosang picked up his ID card, might as well see who he was stealing from.

Hm, sohn Hyun woo, age 28.

Sorry Mr. Sohn, but I'm really fucking broke.
This guy seems like he's rich enough, he wouldn't mind loosing a bit of cash, right?
Branded clothing, expensive hotel, black card, and nice jewelry.
He either has a nice job or rich ass parents, well, that's nothing yeosang cared about anyways.
This guy's a fucking jackpot.

"jackpot, huh?"
Oh fuck.

Yeosang tried to turn around but was tugged to kneel on his knees by his hair.
He was so buried by his thoughts that he didn't even hear the other come out of the shower.
Nor did he realize that he had spoken his thoughts aloud.
"what were you trying to do you fucking whore?", he whispered in the boy's ear in a threatening way.
The man's grip on yeosang's hair tightened, making yeosang groan in response.

Yeosang knew the man knew exactly what his plan was the moment he had opened his mouth and started blabbering, only that he probably wanted to hear yeosang admit.
The younger feared what was gonna happen if he didn't think quick.
He could be beaten up by the man, or worse he could be put to jail if the man decides to call the cops, which was most likely to happen.

Yeosang spun around to face the man, instantly turning to meet eye to eye with the other.
No.
He can't go to jail.
He will not get arrested.
He pushed the older away with all his might, the man's back hitting the wall.
Well that wasn't a very good idea, now the older was blocking the door, leaving yeosang trapped in the room.
He had to lure the older to the other side of the room, somehow, yeosang figured that wouldn't be too hard.
Right?
The man's eyes now looked angrier than before, both shocked and angered that yeosang had attacked him.
Well shit,
this wasn't good.

He wasn't gonna lie, a part of him did think he was gonna get caught by the man.
He definitely knew that yeosang was mainly after his money, the way his eyes brightened when it landed sight on his jewelry were way too obvious.
But yeosang didn't quite know if he expected something like this to happen.
Either way, it looks like that did quite some damage to the man's ego.

The man charged at yeosang, a growl sounding the room.
His hand reached out to grab the others, yeosang not being fast enough, quickly got grabbed by the strong strength that was clawing onto his forearm.
He yelped in pain while trying to get out of the man's grasp, only to see that the man gripped tighter than before.
Yeosang trashed in his hold, the man seeing the boy's weak attempts to fight back now has a sick grin on his face.
He knew his hands aren't much use in this situation, the man gripped onto them so tightly, he could feel the skin starting the bruise.
So instead of using his hands, he thought of another approach to break free from the man.

Without giving it a second thought, yeosang kicked the older in the shin as hard as he could, making him retract his hands to now hold his pained leg.
The man shouted aloud during the hit, making yeosang has time to get away from the man in the cramped room.
Quickly, yeosang tripped the older making him fall to the ground, he then ran to the other side of the room where he quickly picked up his purse along with some items he dropped.
Yeosang wasted no time and darted towards the main door of the room, he had to get out of there.

Just when he unlocked the door, his eyes turned to meet the open door of the bathroom.
His eyes widened when he spotted a small shine reflecting from the steamed mirror.
The ring.
Yeosang was blinded by greed at the moment, he knew the diamond ring cost a fortune.
He didn't even realize when he outstretched his hand to quickly stuff the ring inside his purse, momentarily forgetting about the man behind him.

It wasn't when he turn his head back to the door, a loud crashing sound pierced his ear.

Yeosang didn't even have enough time to react before a wave of pain overtook his right arm.
The boy screamed in pain, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
He looked down to see many shards of glass scattered across the floor near the front door, some of the larger pieces right in the flesh of his arm.
Warm crimson red liquid started to flow down to his fingertips, landing on the carpet flooring of the place.
Two orchids laid helplessly on the ground, some shards of glass lay across the violet red petals.
He remembered seeing a vase with orchids placed in the room somewhere, but that definitely wasn't his main concern right now.
Did that bastard throw a vase at him?

Yeosang ran out the room, the door seemed heavier now that his arm was injured.
Yeosang could hear the man's shouts getting more desperate as he ran further away from the room, his anger still apparent.
Although he could barely hear the man's muffled curses anymore, he still had to act fast, it wasn't like he couldn't just barge out the room any minute.
It was as if luck was on his side that day, yeosang spotted a couple just exiting the elevator.

He ran as fast as he could, pressing the buttons of the elevator to prevent it from closing, letting out a gasp of gratitude when he finally stepped in the elevator.
Thank. Fucking. God.
The couple gave him a few strange looks, a mix of concern and weirded out to why the boy seemed so desperate to get on the elevator.
Yeosang pressed the close button of the elevator repeatedly, praying to God that the fucking door will just close already.

Even though the man wasn't in sight, there was no guarantee that he wasn't bound to pop up any second.
As long as yeosang was here, he wasn't safe.

It seemed like forever till the two sides of the door finally closed in, yeosang finally felt as he could breathe.
He slumped against the walls of the elevator, watching as the numbers on the lit up digital plate changing every second.

Luckily there wasn't anyone that stayed on the elevator with him, the situation could have been awkward, and yeosang was already tired out to explain in case someone got the wrong idea.
Well technically, he was in a pretty bad situation, he just didn't feel like explaining.

"agh!", yeosang yelped.
Right.
Yeosang almost forgot he had a small problem in his right arm.
He caught sight of the security cameras in the corner of the small compartment.
Ugh, the security guards are probably watching right now.
Yeosang lifted his purse to cover his wound from anyone's sight, he didn't want to grab anyone else's attention to the situation.
Even though the red liquid has already stained nearly his entire arm, at least it won't be as attention grabbing if he covered the major part.
But....
The feeling of something pressed directly against his wound is more painful than he thought.
And also, his purse will probably be stained with his own blood after this.
Who cares, it's fake leather anyways, it'll wash off.

Shortly after, yeosang noticed that the elevator was getting closer to the ground floor.
He stood up quickly, straightening his clothes and hair with his purse still against his wound.
The elevator doors soon opened, and yeosang saw a few individuals with different expensive looking attire all stood outside the door waiting for an elevator.
They reminded him of the expensive attire the man he met at the club wore, but all of them looked way more professional.
This was a luxury hotel after all.
All of them didn't quite pay attention to the boy who walked past them with blood dripping down his covered arm which yeosang was grateful for.
He looked like a normal everyday escort, why would anyone want to pay attention to someone like that?
Well, usually yeosang would feel quite down when people ignored his presence but this time he felt glad that they did instead.

Yeosang outstretched his hand to wave for a nearby taxi, ignoring the pain his right arm brought when he moved it.
A taxi stopped right by him, inviting him to step foot in the car.
Yeosang lazily jumped in the car, already slumping against the leather seats of the vehicle.
He threw the purse lazily to his side, the huge red stain facing down on the leather.

"where to?", the taxi driver asked.

Huh?
Oh, right.
Well, Yeosang hadn't really thought about that.
His mind was so focused on leaving the place that he didn't even have time to think where he should go.
Yeosang wasn't quite familiar with this area, the shiny buildings and expensive places were never really his scene despite the way he dressed.
It was just a character he played.

"uh... Just anywhere?", yeosang said with his uninjured arm covering his eyes.

"sir, I can't just drive you to anywhere-"
"Just start driving anywhere, I don't care where!", yeosang stomped his feet frustratedly, the boy momentarily looking like a child throwing a tantrum to their parents.

Yeosang didn't quite know why he acted that way towards the confused man, he just did.
He was never the type to yell or even show his anger to anyone, the boy was always considered a soft and calm person.

But, not today.
Yeosang felt tired.

The driver seemed to have picked up on yeosang's slight embarrassed look after he lashed out towards the other.
The boy had his elbows on his knee with his face tucked in his palm, seeming pretty confused with himself as well.
The man had also spotted yeosang's large wound, the red liquid flowing from his forearm to his elbow, staining the fabric of his clothing.
It didn't take him long before he got a clear idea of where was best to take yeosang to.
And without saying a word, the man started driving away from the city scenery.

***

9:44pm

It has probably been,...
10 minutes?
15 minutes?
More?
Since the driver had started driving.

Yeosang glanced out the window to see that instead of the bright city lights, they have drove to a dimmer and quieter part of town.
Still, it was still unmistakably the city of Seoul.
Just instead of the fancy restaurants, clubs, hotels, arcades of the place, there were now office buildings and corporation buildings instead.
Suddenly the driver stopped the vehicle, yeosang glanced out the window to see where the other has taken him.

"ok here's your stop."
His stop?
He doesn't know this place.
Well then again, he did tell the driver to just take him "anywhere".
He technically did exactly what he was told to.

"umm, where are we exactly?"

"just right ahead is a hospital, go get that checked out, buddy", the man pointed towards his arm, signifying his huge wound that has seemed to stop bleeding a while ago.

The younger paused his movements, processing the man's words.
A hospital?
Yeosang nodded to the man's suggestion, fighting his inner self to not speak about what he thought at the moment.
While avoiding the man's eye contact, he handed him his money and stepped out the car.
Yeosang had started to walk away until he heard the taxi drivers voice ask him one last question.
"do you need me to wait for you?", the taxi driver asked.
Wait for me?
Uhh....
"No, um, that won't be needed..."
The man then nodded, seeming to understand, then rolled his windows and drove off.

......
A hospital?
Really?
Yeosang didn't plan on getting his wound treated by professionals in a hospital or a clinic.
Hospital bills were always unnecessarily expensive.
Yeosang was already tight on money, he didn't want to waste it on stupid hospital bills when he didn't need to.

The wind in this area seemed calmer than the area back at the hotel.
Eh, might be due to the lack of cars around here.
The area was dark, and quiet, but not the eerie kind.
It was weirdly calm and nice, yeosang decides he could just stroll around till he figures something out.
The sounds of buzzing machinery could be faintly heard from a distance.

Yeosang slowly approached the hospital.
The large build would've looked more welcoming if it wasn't for the moss and mud sticking on the edges of the white painted walls.
From afar, he could see a receptionist lazily hanging out at the main counter.
She spun her pen around a few times while yawning, indicating she was quite bored and tired just sitting around doing nothing.

Oh?

Oh, nope, nope.

she's looking at yeosang's direction.

On instinct, he pressed his blood stained purse back up to his wound, covering the huge red stain from his arm which would've probably been harder to spot under the yellow lights.
Yeah, yeosang was definitely not going in there.

Was there anywhere else he could go?

He could see the receptionist staring right at him, her eyebrows furrowed, indicating her waryness.
Great, she probably thinks yeosang's a weirdo.
Well he can't blame her, nothing good comes out of a guy who's just staring a random hospital in the middle of a deserted night.

Yeosang looked around the area awkwardly, he just wanted to dissappear from the woman's sight this instance.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a hint of light that seemed different from the others.
A blue tinted light instead of the golden glow the street lights brought.
He hesitantly walked towards the light, trying to seem as casual as possible even though the woman's questioning eyes still followed.
Slowly, he dissappeared from the woman's eyes but now has spotted another sight in front of him.
A bright colored vending machine displayed in the narrow alleyway of the side of the hospital.
A dangling light was the source of the bluish glow he had been attracted to.

Oh.
By the side of the vending machine stood another individual, he stared at yeosang with wide eyes, as if he was a child that had been caught being awake past their bedtime.
He stood in front of the vending machine with some kind of sandwich in his hand.
Um.... This is awkward.
He walked past the other boy, their shoulders merely brushing with one another in the narrow space.
Their eyes seemed to avoid one another, and their heads hung low, each seeming to be hiding their problems.

Dude stop focusing on yeosang, just eat your goddamn sandwich dumbass!

Wooyoung followed the boys footsteps that seemed to speed up quicker to avoid him.
He soon approached the men's restroom and disappeared into the room.
Well at least that guy is gone for now....

Yeosang sat down on the restroom floor, silently letting out a pained whimper at his neglected wound.
The wound had seemed to worsen as blood would just nonstop bleed out of it.
He could feel the sharp shards seeping and cutting deeper into his muscles with every move he makes.
It wasn't like he had forgotten about the huge cut in his arm, yeosang just tried his best to tolerate the pain so that no one would question him in anyway.
He glanced down to look at his wounded skin, a huge shard poking out of the flesh.
Yeosang lifted his hand once again to tug out the glass shard in attempt to get it out, but immediately let go when his fingertips even touched the shard.

It hurts.
It really fucking hurts.

I hate this.

Wooyoung barged into the bathroom, pushing the door to the wall creating a loud bang.
What the fuck?!
Yeosang jumped, not expecting the other to enter in such a manner.

Wooyoung seemed to have not acknowledged yeosang's presence, or rather, he ignored it and headed for a restroom stall leaving the other still confused.
Wooyoung stumbled into the nearest stall.
He didn't even have time to lock the doors before the boy crouched down on the restroom floor and started regurgitating into the bowel.

The boy who sat at the other end was.... Well he was pretty stunned to say the least.
The cut in his arm still hurtled like shit but now his attention was focused on the boy crouched down on the restroom floor.

Yeosang was never good at socializing, nor did he interact with strangers outside of his little "job".
He peered over to look at the poor boy, seeing through the boy's long unstyled bangs that tear drops had formed in the corner of his eyes.
Yeosang stood up from the small corner he sat in, the small red droplets smudging against the dirt stained tiles of the flooring.

What should he do now?
Is there anything he can do?
There's no way he can just sit in a corner and watched as the boy vomits his fucking guts out.
It seems slight inhumane to do so.

Yeosang brushed the strands of hair poking his eyes, slowly approaching the boy with a concerned look on his face.
Yeosang examined the boy's movements carefully, he didn't want to do anything to weird out the other but still felt as he should help him in some way.
The boy has considerably long hair for a guy, long dark hair that contrasted to a platinum blonde, reminding yeosang of a skunk.
His hair stood right above his shoulders, strands of hair poking out to a seemingly messy look.
Yeosang wasn't quite sure it was a look he intended tho.

Yeosang extended to grab at the platinum blond locks, his hand stopping midway as his own blood stained hand came into view.
Hold on.
He quickly turned towards one of the sinks and rinsed his hands off his own blood, then wiped his hands off his own clothes.
There, that's better.

Huh?
Wooyoung's eyes widened when he felt a pair of hands gently lifting his hair.
Even though the boy hasn't looked back to see the individual that lifted his hair, he was pretty sure it was the blonde male he had seen earlier enter the bathroom.

Who else could it be?
He hasnt seen anyone enter the restroom other than him.

The boy had grabbed his hair in a soft manner to form a small ponytail with one hand.
The other patting his back in a comforting way.

......
He's weird.

***

It took a while for wooyoung's stomach to calm down of all it's discomfort.
The boy's head still rested on his arm as his knees rested on the tile floor.

Yeosang on the other hand also had already let go of the other's hair, his right arm feeling number than before.
He had his left arm covering his nose and mouth, the sickening stench already making him sick by the second.
Wooyoung hadn't said a word to the other, his head was still spinning and his throat felt dry.

He just needed a moment to recollect himself.

Yeosang also hadn't said a single word, he returned back to the corner he sat previously.
His body feeling weaker, probably due to the excessive blood loss in his arm.

Wooyoung was the first one to break the silence.
He grabbed a few pieces of paper towels nearby and cleaned himself up.
Throwing the remaining paper towels in the intoxicated bowel, he flushed the remainings down the toilet, freeing the area off the humid scent momentarily.
He walked out of the stall to caught sight with a sleepy looking yeosang.
His awkward smile lighting up the mood just for a second.

"hey, are you okay back there?", yeosang asked the boy with a soft smile seeing that the boy wasn't fazed about the situation.
Wooyoung nodded, wiping the corners of his mouth with his sleeve.

"yeah, it's uh, nothing to really worry about"

Yeosang tilted his head, and quirked his eyebrow curiously.
The boy was literally spitting his guts out.
From what yeosang had just seen, it was far from "nothing to worry about".
"are you sure? I mean, you looked really in pain there."

"yes, I'm sure. I'm telling you it's nothing to worry about", Wooyoung emphasized his words, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance.
Sensetive topic mayhaps?
Its fine, yeosang will just not question further.
He seems really uncomfortable to speak about said topic anyways.

Wooyoung washed his hands by the sink.
The wet water against his skin calming him down, washing off the sweat from his palms.
Wooyoung rinsed his face roughly, a quick freshen up for himself as yeosang slowly appeared behind him.
Wooyoung lifted his head once again, shrieking in surprise when an unexpected yeosang appeared in the mirror.
Embarrassed at the shriek he let out, wooyoung hid behind his sweater paws, making yeosang laugh at the boy's cute reaction.

"don't just creep up on people like that!", wooyoung yelled at yeosang.
"well I didn't expect you to be so jumpy", yeosang shrugged handing wooyoung a paper towel to dry his hands.
Wooyoung grunted and reached to grab the item in the other's hands only to freeze at the sight of an impressive amount of dried blood on the other's hands.
What?
His eyes trailed along up the boy's arm and finally spotted the huge glass shard protruding out of his arm.
What the hell?!
What the fuck is that?!

Yeosang noticed the boy staring at his arm with wide eyes, momentarily processing what he was staring at until he remembered his wound.
Oh that's right.
Retracting his arm, yeosang held another arm across his injured one, covering the blood soaked flesh.
Wooyoung didn't know how he hadn't spotted such a bright red spot on his arm earlier.
Either it was because of the way yeosang was sitting that had covered it or that wooyoung was too sick to notice it.
Either way, the wound looked serious.

Wooyoung noticed the way yeosang averted his eyes away from how owns gaze, he felt pretty ashamed of his wound?
But why?

"you do realize there is a hospital, like right beside us right?", wooyoung squinted his eyes at the other.
"yes but, hospital bills are expensive, I can deal with this my own"
Is he for real?
Is he just gonna do nothing about.... That?!

"you can't just leave your wound untreated like this! You'll get an infection!" wooyoung gestured to the other's arm, his face full of concern.

"you think I dont know that?
Like I said, I'll just figure something out about it, you don't need to freak out over this", yeosang rolled his eyes.

"or maybe..... You know, I can help you?
With your wound?"

Wooyoung's suggestion made yeosang pause in his place.
Help..... Yeosang?

Hah,

Wow
Well,

Now that's fucking hilarious.

"stop that"

.....
"stop.... What?"

"we're strangers, it's none of your business whether I get an infection or not, don't act like you're worried for me."
Wooyoung scoffed immediately hearing his words.
What is up with this guy?
Is he always this rude with people?

"yes, we are strangers, yet you still helped me earlier."

" you looked on the verge of death back there.
I couldn't just sit back and watch"

Wooyoung sighed exaggeratedly, his eyes wide in a sarcastically amused way.
"look in the mirror, you look really fucking pale right now, have you noticed?"
Yeosang turned his head to the mirror, and his eyes blew wide when he spotted his own reflection in the glass.
His skin looked pale and lifeless, his lips has lost the reddish color only now to be left with his light shade of lip tint that didn't seem to add any liveliness to his face.
The boy was right, he did look really pale.

"Judging from the looks of it your wound was probably a while ago, yet you didn't do anything about it.
And why is that?
Truth be told, I have no fucking idea and have no interest to hear about it, because I am a stranger and I don't really fucking care about you.

But right now, I'm choosing to help you, a stranger.
For the sole reason that if I didn't, I bet you would continue walking around with your wound untreated and will pass out because of a loss of blood for the next few hours.
Now, that would seem really immoral of me, wouldn't it? "
Wooyoung emphasized his words, taking a step forward to yeosang who backed against the wall slowly.

From just now, yeosang had noticed a small throb at his head, slight dizziness ever since he walked in the restroom, but had never really realized that it was because of the loss of blood from his arm.
Yet again, he was right, he should get his wound treated as soon as possible.

"now, just sit the fuck down and I'll go some stuff to treat your fucking wound!", wooyoung said sternly and stormed out the room.
Yeosang's eyes followed the reflection that left his sight, a solemn expression looking back at his own.
Sigh.
Yeosang reached his hand in his purse, his hand returning with the diamond ring he had previously stolen.

Does that guy think he's being the good guy here?
Why does he even bother to help?

Nosy bastard.

Wooyoung rummaged through the supply box of the hospital.
He knew he shouldn't be doing this nor should he be here messing around with the hospital supplies that might be important for emergencies.
But right now, he just wanted to use just for one bit.
Maybe, this was one of the times where there was an emergency?

He wanted to help the other, he really did.
But why?
He didn't know the boy very well.
The two had just only met after all.
Fuck this, he didn't even know the boy's name yet!
He could be a bad person for all wooyoung knew.
So what was it that possessed wooyoung to help him?
Was it that wooyoung's guilt if he didn't?

His kindness?

Maybe it was his instinct?

Yes,
that's right, he was told before that he was a person who always liked to listen to his instincts.
That he never thought twice and always went by his trust and beliefs in good or bad.
His lips formed a soft smile at the fond memory when he was first told that.

'no, no!
I'm not saying that it's a bad thing or anything, I promise!
Its rather admirable, ya know?
Like it means you're really confident with you're choices!'

His smile of adoration, always trying his best to please the other around him.
The way wooyoung felt so free around him....
Oh, just how he couldn't wait for their next meet up toghether....

***

Wooyoung returned to the restroom with a considerably large amount of hospital supplies in his hands.
Well, the ratio between actual supplies and cotton buds were pretty apparent tho.....

"oh, you're still here!
I was worried you had ran away or something.
I could really get in trouble if anyone were to spot me using these items you know?"
Wooyoung beamed, his smile looking as cheerful as ever.
Almost as if he hadn't just lash out on yeosang earlier.

Wooyoung crouched down on the floor to where the boy sat.
Yeosang watched mindlessly as wooyoung worked around with all the little tweezers and other stuff that he didn't know the name of except a few.
Was this something educated people had learned in school?
He didn't know, he didn't even go to school.
If you asked him right now, he couldn't name a five of the items placed on the floor in front of him.

Wooyoung picked up one of the tweezers, but his eyes darting around when he suddenly remembered something.
His eyes lit up when he spotted a blue napkin he had brought in earlier.
Wooyoung handed the boy the piece of cloth, "either bite on to it, or hold on to it or something, whatever you wanna do"
Yeosang gave him a weird look before glancing back at the cloth, "um, what for exactly?"

"eh, just, emotional support"

Emotional support?
Whatever that meant-

Just as yeosang was about to do yet another annoyingly smug scoff when a terrible sting had shot up from his wound, this time being more painful than ever.
Yeosang couldn't contained his pained shouts as wooyoung tried his best to get the glass shard out of his arm.
Yeosang stomped his feet against the tile floor, his other arm pinching his leg as if it would distract his from the pain in his arm.

It was until wooyoung couldn't really tolerate yeosang's groans and shouts anymore, he took the blue napkin from the other's hand and stuffed it into the boy's mouth with a tsk.
"you know, you really should start listening to others, maybe that'll help your stubborn self."
Even if yeosang felt like hell right now, he still glared at wooyoung hearing the boy's comment.
"I was just joking!
You look like you're about to kill me, geez.", wooyoung laughed, his laugh almost sounding cartoonish since it was so high pitched.
Soon, wooyoung's laughter died down, now returning the silence accompanied by yeosang's occasional muffled groans.

Wooyoung dropped the bloody tweezer on a metal tray he had brought over, then picked up a needle making yeosang's eyes go wide for a second.
"sorry bud, there's no other way, your wound must be sewn"
Yeosang furrowed his eyebrows, stared at wooyoung hesitantly.
Even though he didn't say anything, wooyoung could somehow tell his thoughts.

"don't look at me like that!
I've seen nurses and doctors done it my whole life, I have even done it myself sometimes, trust me on this!
.....
No!
Not on patients of course!
Just on a friend,..... when he was hurt."

Wooyoung said as he started working on sewing yeosang's skin toghether, the other squinting his eyes and bit on the cloth even harder.
.....
Silence once again.

Yeah this is awkward.

And it wasn't like wooyoung could start small talk with the other, his mouth was occupied with the blue fabric.
He took a small look at yeosang, his eyes were watering, a few tear drops already rolling down his cheek, his nails dug into his thighs and he was trying his best to calm down his trembling legs.

For the next few minutes, wooyoung tried his best to put all focus in sewing yeosang's wound even though his lips were threatening to vomit the many topics he wanted to discuss with the other.

***

It was a minute a two since wooyoung was done treating yeosang's wound.
Yeosang still sat in the same corner he had been sitting for the past maybe 10 minutes or so, his arm felt numb from the pain and his eyes reddish fro the tears he had shed.
Wooyoung stood by the counter sink, washing off the blood from the supplies to clean off any evidence of him ever using it.

Yeosang stood up, the blue napkin falling from his lap, he looked down to where he was sitting and saw the many blood soaked cotton balls scattered on the floor.
A clear result of wooyoung trying to stop the red liquid flowing from his arm.
He approached the mirror and turned to his side, his face scrunched up in disgust when he saw his wound.
"it looks weird....", yeosang mumbled lowly.

"well,its just gonna have to be like that.
I'm not a professional anyways, of course it's not gonna be perfect, but at least I hot the job done!", wooyoung cleaned the last of the blood off the tweezers, the red liquid flowing down the sink.
He grabbed some paper towels and wiped the items he had placed on the metal tray.

" the cut was just too deep.
I mean, the glass was almost touching your bone, like what kind of situation do you even get into to get such an injury?" yeosang felt his body tense up as wooyoung asked the question to seemingly no one but himself.
Can this guy just mind his fucking business?

"just rinse it a bit, it'll look better."
Yeosang nodded and scooped a small amount of water to rinse his wound, then using paper towels to dry it later on.
Wooyoung fiddled with the tweezers in his hand as he watched the boy nervously.

" so, I realized that we actually...... Um, haven't got to know each other's name.",wooyoung laughed awkwardly, feeling quite suffocated in the awkward atmosphere.

"oh, I'm yeosang."the boy said not sparing him a glance.

Wooyoung forced a smile, then introduced himself, "I'm wooyoung, nice to meet you!"

Wooyoung reached his hand to offer a polite handshake with the other, only to be ignored with the boy who was totally engulfed by the contents of his phone.
He shook his hand then shoved it in the pocket of his hoodie, playing it off like nothing had ever happened.
Hah......
This yeosang guy.....
He's not much of a talker, isn't he?

You would've expect someone who's dressed like him to be slight more extroverted and outgoing, but it seems like that was not the case for him.
His flashy colored clothing paired with extravagant jewelry looks like an outfit that belongs to a club addict.
Wooyoung doesn't remember any clubs around the area.
Whatever, he might just have came back from a club or something, who knows?

Still,
what does someone like him do at a club?
Judging from his behaviour, he seemed quiet and conserved?
Or is it that he has a totally different facade when clubbing?

Yeosang doesn't seem very old or anything, probably around his age or even younger.....
Wait, how does he get pass the security to the club then?
Maybe I'm just over thinking this, maybe this is just his style!
Yeah, that's right, no way could, someone like him actually go to somewhere as wild as a club!

"quit staring, what do you want?"
Shit!
Fuck this is awkward what does wooyoung say now?

" I-i don't mean to be Nosy or anything, well, not like I'm not already...... but, there some things I'm really curious about...?"
Yeosang cocked an eyebrow, "..... Go on? "

Even though wooyoung was certainly not telling yeosang that he was just judging him from the way he dressed, wooyoung did have another question he wanted to ask ever since the two met.
It was distracting, out of place and definitely odd to the other.
It sort of made wooyoung even more curious about the boy, not in the good way.
"W-well, you don't have to tell me if it's something you're not comfortable, but..... I just wanted to ask.... What are those bruises on your wrist?"

Hm?
Bruises...?
Yeosang lifted his wrist to see that the skin on his wrist was a mix of purple and red.
What?!
When was this....
Oh,
Right.
He scrunched his face as he remembered the events that has transpired earlier.
It was probably when the man had gripped his wrists that had left these bruises.
That fucking cunt...

Wooyoung felt himself hold his breath when he saw yeosang scrunch his face up at the sight of his wrist.
He shouldn't have asked that shouldn't he?
It probably was something personal.
Ugh, why did he ask?!
Now he made things super awkward!
"um, y-you don't have to answer if it's anything personal.
Just.... Um, I root for you to get away from, you know, whoever did that to you..."

Even though yeosang felt pretty bad that moment, he just couldn't contain his laughter when wooyoung had said that last sentence.
Wooyoung stared at the laughing boy, his smile turning into a look of confusion.
Is he seriously laughing right now?
What's so funny?
" if you're thinking I'm in some sort of abusive relationship, you're wrong."
Oh.
Now wooyoung just feels stupid.

" see it's nothing really to worry about, just a guy I encountered got a bit rough with me.
But as you can see, I got away just fine.", yeosang hopped off the counter sink where he was sitting.
Yeosang felt a small glisten of guilt as he lied to the boy.
Well, technically he wasn't lying about anything, he just wasn't telling the full story.

Wooyoung seemed like a nice person, even though they just met.
He didn't want to lie to him.
But sometimes, you just can't put your full trust in anyone, let alone, a stranger.
Yet, Yeosang can imagine wooyoung to be quite the loud mouth.
Not someone you'd want to keep your secrets to.

What if wooyoung reported him to the police as a thief?
No, no, he won't let that happen.

As if wooyoung wasn't already confused with the boy enough, his words seemed to have fueled wooyoung with even more questions.
He decided to just go with the main ones first.
" so is that why..... That your arm....", wooyoung trailed off, his hand pointing to yeosang's wound and the boy nodded making wooyoung gasp.
"you should report that guy, tell someone about it, do something!
He hurt you!"

"No, I don't want to be a big issue, it's not like we're gonna see each other again.", yeosang picked up his purse from the counter, dusting wiping the red stains from earlier.
"but what if you do? The chances are low but it's still possible-", wooyoung tried to debate but was cut off by the other.

"look, wooyoung, I've already troubled you enough today.

Like you said earlier, you could get in trouble for using any of the equipment you have used on me today, yet you took that risk, and I am grateful for that.
So the last thing I want you to do for me again, is to bear any of my problems on your back.

I don't want to trouble you anymore wooyoung, I can deal with my situations my own."
Yeosang threw the remaining of the paper towels in a nearby trash bin and looked at him self in the mirror to check if he didn't look like a total mess.

" it was nice meeting you wooyoung, but right now it's..... "
Yeosang checked his phone for the time,
"10:46pm, I should really get going."

"yeah, you're parents are probably really worried for you"
Yeosang was headed to the door but paused at wooyoung's comment.
"No parents, just me and my brother", yeosang let out a smile for once, a really forced one at that.

Wooyoung looked at the boy with a stunned expression.
Surely the boy looks like he's gone through some shit but damn, he doesn't even have parents?!
What is this some badly written fanfic where y/n's parents dies at a very young age for no actual reason?
"but surely your brother will still be worried", wooyoung chuckled uncomfortably.

Oh fuck, his brother's no good either?

"nope, he won't.
He doesn't care about anyone but himself.
He's not someone you'd like to be around with, wooyoung.", yeosang let out a last small laugh, the sound of his laughter quickly vanishing when he dissappeared through the door.
The restroom door still swinging left to right from how hard yeosang had swung it.

"yeah...", wooyoung said weakly.
He probably won't.

A/N

Why is it so damn hard to write short chaps-
Like this one here has 9596 words to be exact and it's just the second ep-

Anyways hope you like this chap it literally took me so long-