2 Part Two

Walking around he felt scared, he had been in a business that deals with hurting people. He didn't like any of it but learned to deal with it or get killed. The air was cold and the sky was dark, he felt trapped and closed in, he couldn't trust no one. It was strange to see so many people out walking around in the middle of the night. Walking down the street, the boy spotted a convenience store, he went in for warmth. He was hungry but only had little money, but decided to get some snacks. The boy had escaped powerful people that had trapped him in their doings for 3 years, he finally managed to slip away from them on a blind eye, a month ago. The way they treated him wasn't bad but he didn't like being feared by anyone. He was a nice boy but who he worked wasn't at any way defined as nice or warmhearted, for what people could see. The boy couldn't handle all the pressure he was under and how much control he had. He's strong but weak in the heart, he doesn't like hurting other but does it anyways, controllingly or not. He didn't even want to be in the business, three years ago he was a normal ordinary kid that went to school, but then one day some random guy came up to him needing help. Obviously the boy was way too kindhearted and helped the man out, but the man told him about his life and his job; which would change the boy completely.

The boy wasn't supposed to know any the guy's work style and had to keep it a secret and was forced into the madness, with the man.

Walking out of the convenience store, the boy was exhausted, he had been walking all day avoiding anyone who could possibly know him. He turned the corner to a street with not many people on it. He was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. Walking further his body was ready to give up and collapse, he walked a few more feet not watching where he was going and bumped into someone collapsing in their arms, and passed out.

Waking up, the boy found himself in a unfamiliar surrounding, he was laid on a couch with a blanket over him. He was too relaxed to be worried. He sat up and looked around, then was startled by a voice.

"Oh good you're awake! I was starting to get scared that you died on me there." A soft, kind, sweet voice spoke.

"I'm sorry? Who are you and where am I?" The boy looked over his should meeting the eyes of a girl standing in a kitchen.

"You know.. I was expecting a 'thank you' or something for letting you stay here than letting you lay freezing on the streets." The girl huffed and turned to what looked like a pan on the stove. The boy was embarrassed that he had not thanked this girl for helping him out when he needed it, "Um.. thank you, really. But where am I?"

"A safe surrounding, if that's what you're worried about?"

"Okay, thanks?" The boy sat up feeling light headed and tired but brushed it off.

"Are you hungry? I made breakfast for just in case." The girl set out two plates on a table. The boy made his way over to the table ready to eat.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable or scared?" The boy asked.

"What do you mean?" The girl looked up from her plate questioning the boy.

"I mean you have no idea who I am and you just let me in your home."

"Ok. How are you?" They had both finished their small breakfast so the girl took their plates to the sink. The boy didn't know weather he should answer truthfully or not but he decided the girl really meant no harm and only wanted to help.

"My name's, Jimin. Park Jimin."