I'M HERE ;; yeongyu ✔

❝06; freed.

As Beomgyu, Doctor Lestrange, and Mr. Bouregard exited the curtains, Yeonjun had sprung up from his seat and went to the younger.

"I see you get to have that plushie Gyu, I presume you've been a good boy?" He asked.

"Yes I did hyung!" The younger had replied as Yeonjun ruffled his hair and turned to face Doctor Lestrange.

"He'll be fine dear, just make sure to put this ointment- (she gave the ointment to yeonjun) -on his wounds everyday at precisely ten o' clock in the morning, hmm? Oh, and don't worry about his knees, it's just a little dislocation, already did a few tests, I reckon his crutches would fancy him very well."

"Thank you so much doctor. But I'm afraid we must now take our leave, I reckon Beomgyu is tired from the walk earlier." Yeonjun explained.

"Thank you again for Mr. Bouregard, doctor!" Shrieked Beomgyu, still hugging the plushie.

"Sure my dears, have a safe journey home!"

And with that, they went outside St. Therese's Medical Center, not without saying 'thank you' to Mrs. Fletchley of course.

Midwalk, Beomgyu asked the older, "Where to now, hyung?"

Yeonjun held Beomgyu's hand, the younger's crutches under his shoulders. "We're going home Gyu, my home, which will soon be yours as well." He said as he smiled sweetly.

Beomgyu nodded. He had decided not to protest to the idea. Although he was quite sure he hadn't imagined his hyung to have a house as well. I mean, if he did, then, Wow! That's sure some imagination he has.

The elder's house was just a few walks away from Beomgyu's. After a bit of walking, they had arrived at Yeonjun's house.

Beomgyu's mouth fell as he had seen the house. They were literally at the end of the village. A deserted place, with beautiful growing trees, plants, and neatly trimmed grass.

In the middle, stood somewhat like an average sized cabin, in which it has a beautiful front garden, with stone paths and a white below-the-chest fence.

It's looks wonderful.

"So? What do you think Gyu?" He asked the younger.

"Hyung, it's lovely!" Replied Beomgyu.

As soon as he saw the house, he felt his body take in the fresh air and the wonderful view. His soft hair blowing from one side to the other, covering a bit of his brown crystal orbs.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun was not enjoying the view of his house, but the beauty in front of him.

As he remembered everything the younger had went through with his family, surely he was determined to protect Beomgyu with everything he has.

And telling him that he's special, that he's loved, and that he has the most pure and inoccent heart anyone could ever have, is a start for him.

And most importantly, he would always be here for him, always.

Not for long though...

Yeonjun had first saw the younger eight years ago, in his room, all wounded up and crying, huddled at the side of his battered looking bed. He felt pity for the younger, his pain reflecting his own, almost as though he was also experiencing what the younger had experienced.

So, every time he had heard his parents shouting, he would show up, knowing that they were probably gonna beat the little happy soul out of Beomgyu.

Despite the huge risk he was gonna take, he was determined to get the younger out of that filthy house. He has been waiting for this day to finally arrive, to finally set Beomgyu free.

Yeonjun, deep in thought, had whispered to himself, yet still looking at the younger.

"Gyu, I didn't mean to set your house on fire, but I just had to do it, you needed to be saved and most especially...freed."

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