090. alone ; woohyun/sung (1/2)

(next chapter should involve smut. i thought of letting sungjong and woohyun fuck in this one... but you'll see how that goes.)

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ m style="font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif; ">"How can they just lie around like that?"

m style="font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif; ">"Disgusting."

m style="font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif; ">"Why does he live in a alley?"

m style="font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif; ">"What does his parents say about this?"

m style="font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif; ">"Does he have parents?

m style="font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif; ">"Why doesn't he get his life on track?"Fucking bitches, Sungjong thought. They don't know.

Because they didn't. He was ninteen years old and out on the street, begging for money and sleeping under an old blanket he had found in a garbagecan. Needless to say, it smelled. But Sungjong didn't think much about that. He probably smelled as well. He guessed that was what bothered people the most, the fact that they could see that behind the smell, the filth and clothes filled with holes, there was a young boy. Some people went up to him at times and told him that "it's such a shame this happens to you small ones now a days", but never did anyone try to help him. Sungjong's hair was a soft shade of brown, but it was in terrible shape as it was a while since he washed it, and it was malnourished. He was mostly bones and skin, his cheeks caving in and he had bags underneath his eyes. It wasn't often that he had money to buy food. If he was lucky he managed to get enough money to go buy himself a bottle of water or a piece of bread. However, he would buy as little as possible and save his money. Then, when he had enough, he would go to a man downtown, and get himself his own dose of happiness. If he was lucky he could manage to get enough money to buy something every second month. Maybe more often, if he was really lucky. He would buy it, walk back to "his home", and take it. It was what his world revolved around, the rush of pushing whatever it might be, cocaine, ecstasy, LSD, MDMA, what-fucking-ever into his body and feel the troubles go away. It was worth living in total agony until he could get his few hours of freedom again. At least Sungjong liked to think of it that way, so he wouldn't have to realize that he had a problem. But in a way, he knew. He knew very well and he hated the whole world for it. However, he tried to not think to much of it, how everything could have been, because it wasn't, and he was fucked. He had to accept that, the fact that he had brought this entirely on himself.

He sighed and wrapped his blanket tighter around himself. It was already October, it was getting really cold outside. And yesterday he had noticed someone had stolen his gloves, a pair of red gloves that were almost whole, and actually warm. Now they were gone. And he had already spent all his money a week ago, to buy a pack of (cheap, disgusting) cigarettes and a new lighter. He knew it was a waste of money, but now that it had been three weeks, three very long weeks since his last rush he wanted at least something to pick him up a bit.

"When I have the money, I won't but drugs, I'll buy a sandwich and a bottle of cheap-ass alcohol. After that I'll save up for it." The thought wasn't new to Sungjong, but he doubted he'd go through with it this time. He rarely did.

Curling up against the wall in an alley, he pulled his rugged hat down as far as he could before going to sleep. Alone. Just as he had for the last three years.  "Good morning, Woohyun!"

"Good morning, Sohee." Woohyun gave his secretary a soft smile as he walked into his office. Just as he had entered, he turned around and peeked his head out the doorway. "Oh Sohee, what do I have planned for the day? I forgot my calender at home..."

"You've only got two meetings this morning. One starts in five minutes and the other starts at eleven."

"Five... Five?! Where am I supposed to be? What am I talking about?" Woohyun was by Sohee's desk in the speed of light.

"Calm down, it's just downstairs. Didn't you see the people waiting there when you walked up here?"

"I took the elevator..."

"Oh. Anyway, you're talking about the latest... Let me see." Sohee pressed a couple of keys on her computer, a concentrated look on her face. "There it is. You're talking about the new phone we just launched."

"I see. Thanks, I'm leaving then!" Woohyun ran off downstairs, and Sohee went back to work.

Woohyun was one of the most successful men in the whole country. Maybe the world. But he didn't like to brag. If no one asked or guessed it, he'd never admit that he was in fact Nam Woohyun, owner of an incredibly successful company, despite his young age. He was only twenty-two, after all. His father had learned him everything he needed to know about the company before he died and left everything to Woohyun. And Woohyun worked hard to hold up the status of the company, and he did a very good job, just as he had dome the last two years.

He was the kind of man girls, and other men, longed for. Gorgeous, black hair, well built body, a killer smile, he was rich and funny. However, Woohyun had never found that one person he wanted. He didn't know why, he wasn't picky in that way, it was just that, everyone that ever came on to him seemed to be into it for the money. Woohyun didn't want someone fake like that. He wanted something real, even if that meant he had to be alone until it happened.

Woohyun's meetings went by quick, and after the last meeting he quickly checked into his office to see that everything was in order before he went out to eat lunch. He always ate alone, inside work he was nice to everyone, but outside he didn't want to be bothered by the workers.Woohyun walked into another lunch-place than usual, he had gotten tired of eating at Starbucks so often. This place was smaller, but on the outside it looked nice, and as he opened the door a nice smell of fresh-baked bread hit him. He didn't think twice about it before he walked up to the counter and ordered a cup of coffee and a warm sandwich with a small salad on the side and paid for it.

He sat by one of the small tables on the outside as he waited for the waitress to come out with his lunch. He already liked this new place, and wondered why he had never been here before. It wasn't far from work, the scenery was nice - sure, it was the city with cars and all, but it was still nice. His thoughts were interuppted when a girl showed up with a plate of food for him, and a big cup of coffee. He thanked the girl and gave her some tip, and she gave him a cute smile.

Woohyun took his time to eat, and despite it being very good, he got full before he could finish the salad, a piece of the sandwich left as well. He didn't think much about that, and leaned back in the chair with the coffee in his hands, warming him in the chilly air. He noticed that it was time for him to get back to work, and walked inside to buy himself a small coffee to go instead of bringing his old one with him in another cup. He didn't want to seem greedy.

When he had paid for his new coffee, he started to walk back, deciding to take another way to see which one would be the fastest if he was in a hurry to lunch sometime. He sure planned on going back to the place, which was called Maia's Corner, he had noticed as he looked down on his to-go-cup.

Walking this way, Woohyun walked past an alley, and as he glanced into it he saw someone sitting there. The person met his eyes, and he noticed it was a boy, he didn't even look as if he was in his twenties. Without a second thought Woohyun walked up to him.

"Here. You look like you could use some coffee."

"...Thank you, sir."

Woohyun smiled. "No worries. Take care, kid."  Sungjong was stunned by how nice the man was. He smelled the half-empty cup of coffee, as if to see if it was spiked, but he couldn't smell anything weird. And frankly, he didn't care. The coffee was still hot, and warmed Sungjong up a little from the inside. Sungjong made sure to drink slowly, he didn't know when he'd be able to get anything to either eat or drink again.

After ten minutes, the cup was totally empty, and Sungjong looked at it. 'Maia's Corner'. That was just a block from where he lived, from this alley. He liked to call this his home, because he had in fact stayed here for the last year, and no one else had tried to get in. Maybe because it was kind of shown off to the streets, but Sungjong didn't really care. It wasn't his problem if people got to close to him without wanting to. Unlike that man, who had just walked up to him with a big smile. Sungjong wasn't used to that kind of acceptance, it had shocked him. At least he had been able to get himself together enough to thank him politely. He smiled at the thought, before he started to feel a bit sick and had to lie down on the street. He should have guessed this would happen, the coffeine from coffee mixed with hunger and an abstention from drugs wasn't the best feelings to put together. Sungjong pushed his lips together and breathed through his nose, trying his best not to throw up. He didn't, for once. But he didn't dare to sit back up, afraid to get nauseous again, so he laid down and fell asleep on the cold ground. When he woke up again it was getting dark, even if it was only about five o'clock, Sungjong noticed as he looked up at the big church-clock that could be seen from quite a distance. Sungjong didn't bother to even try to get some money, even if he now didn't feel to nauseous. He just rolled over to his back, dug up a cigarette and his lighter and looked up at the sky as he smoked. He hoped the snow wouldn't come too soon. The days passed as usual for Sungjong. The only change was that instead of staying in his alley when he woke up, he'd walk to the corner of Maia's Corner and hope to meet the nice man who had given him coffee. He felt a bit pathetic, but to his defense he didn't have anything else to do but waiting for him and doing some begging for money to random people all day long. The man showed up every day. He gave Sungjong a soft smile, and the first three days he gave him a cup of coffee when he left. But the fourth day he walked past the door and over to Sungjong right away.

"I see you're here again."

"Well it's kind of my.... Lunchplace." Sungjong looked down on the ground, hands fiddling with a few coins in his pockets.

"Mine too." The man laughed softly. "Come here. You don't have to sit on the ground."

Sungjong was amazed at how the man took hold of his arm and helped him up, without flinching away from Sungjong as they came a bit close to each other.

"What's your name?" The man sat down on a chair and motioned for Sungjong to sit next to him.

Sungjong put his blanket on the ground next to him as he sat down, and spoke with a low voice. "Name's Sungjong."

"Sungjong? That's nice. I'm Woohyun."

Woohyun put his hand out so Sungjong could shake it, and it took a few moments before Sungjong dared to. Woohyun's hand felt like fire against his ice-cold one.

"You're freezing! Let's order you something hot to eat and drink, shall we?" Woohyun stood up to walk inside.

"I don't have that much money..." Sungjong showed the coins from his pockets, not enought for even a glass of juice.

"You don't have to pay. You didn't need to before, right? Just wait here. I'll get you something."

Sungjong smiled a bit at how easily Woohyun took all of this. Most everyone would be grossed out by him, but Woohyun didn't mind. Sungjong liked the feeling. While waiting for Woohyun to come back out, he anxiously looked around himself, seeing people walk past him with disgusted looks on their faces. He felt as if he was driving people away from eating at this nice shop, and he stood up to leave, draping his blanket over his shoulders.

"Where are you going Sungjong?" Woohyun had just walked out of the shop.

"I can't be out in the open like this... I gross people out."

"Give me two minutes? I'll tell them we'll have take-away." Woohyun stepped into the shop, and Sungjong froze in his place. He felt like crying, he felt more happy than he had in ages. He quickly dried the few tears that escaped his eyes, and looked up at Woohyun who now exited the shop with a big bag.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Home." Sungjong walked towards his alley, and without questioning him, Woohyun followed.

They walked in silence for the minutes it took for them to get to Sungjong's home. Sungjong sat down on the cold ground, and Woohyun sat down infront of him, taking of his scarf to make it a bit comfortable to sit.

"There. Now can you eat this? I ordered you a hamburger, with everything they had on it, and hot chocolate. You need it, I can tell." Woohyun smiled and placed the bag between them, taking out the different food. For himself he had ordered a simple salad and some tea.

"Thank you.." Sungjong ate slowly, his eyes on Woohyun all the time.

"It's okay, promise. And why do you keep staring at me like that?" Woohyun smiled as he took a sip of his tea.

"I'm not really... Used to this. And I guess I'm starting to get needy again, I tend to space out then." Sungjong shrugged his shoulders.

Woohyun had a confused look on his face. "Needy?"

"I'm a drug addict. I try to deny it to myself and all, but I am one, even if I hate it." Sungjong sighed and put the hamburger down. "I understand if you want to leave, it's fine. I'm used to being alone. I've been for the last three years."

"Wow. You look incredibly... Fresh." The words slipped from Woohyun's lips before he could stop them, and he mentally punched himself.

"Haha, thanks? Fresh for what, a drug addict? Or a homeless person? Or both? I drink and smoke as well, you know." Sungjong couldn't help but laugh at how Woohyun's eyes got bigger and bigger by his confessions.

"I didn't mean it like that, it's just, you look good, even if you've been out here doing all of... That, for three years... How old are you, even?"