Soobin got off the bus and the firt thing he did was look around to identify the street he was told to travel.

His new foster mother asked him by phone if he wanted her to go to get him at the bus stop, but he told her that there was no need.

It didn't make any sense that someone go and get him when the house was only a kilometer away and he had no switcases, except for backpack, containing the few things he needed.

The directions were not difficult and he managed to find out the streets without any kind of problem.

While walking, he wondered how it would go this time.

How long would he stay there?

How long it would be before, as always, something went wrong?

And what would have gone wrong?

At this point, these thoughts were a routine.

Like that fact that something would go wrong.

Something always went wrong.

Always.

With no exceptions.

For some stupid reasons, something always went wrong.

And for those stupid "something" he always had to go away, to change.

And, fun fact, he always hated changing.

He hated the things he wasn't sure about.

And moving house and foster family every six months about wasn't wasn't exactly the best thing for someone who was annoyed by changes.

Every time it was like, on the contrary, every time they took him from a place and then dumped him in another, often very far away, with other people, other habits, other things.

And every time it was like he never learned the right things, like he was grown up in the wrong way since then.

And every time he wasn't fast enough at changing himself for the new standards.

So he always seemed weird.

Out of place.

Wrong.and no matter how much he could try to adapt to be like the others around him; he was never enough.

Not fast enough.

Not adaptable enough.

Not good at school enough.

Not sociable enough.

Not willing enough to talk about the problems they assumed he had.

Not traumatized enough, even.

Two simple words.

Not. Enough.

Not enough for anyone to want to waste time looking after him, it seemed.

As if he needed someone to take care of him.

But, oviously, he was a stupid minor, likewise obviously, he couldn't live on his own.

Stupid society.

Stupid laws.

Lost in his thoughts, Soobin was about to pass over the house where he was directed to.

He noticed it just in time and stopped in front of the gate, undecided about what to do.

The gate was open, wide open, like it were inviting him in.

Like it were saying "Come in. You're welcome".

He raised his eyes and looked at the door, that was visible a few metres ahead.

It was wooden, slightly recessed in the wall, and it looked strangely welcoming.

He swallowed from nervous and then, hesitant, moved the first step beyond the gate.

They were waiting for him, weren't they?

They wouldn't have been surprised to see him, right?

They wouldn't mistake him for an intrud or something like this, would they?

With a sigh, he put the second feet beyond the line of the gate.

Then he stopped, his heart beating furiously in his chest, as if he were doing something wrong.

But he wasn't, was he?

With another sigh, feeling his head spinning a little with tension, he moved the last twenty steps till he arrived at the door.

There he stopped again.

What did he have to do?

Knocking at the door?

Waiting?

The only thing that he really wanted to do was disappearing, but he didn't think that it was actuable.

Waiting was silly.

What would the neighbours think if they would see a guy who they never seen before then standing in front of that door like a lost ghost?

Nothing nice, it was sure.

So there was nothing left to do, except knocking at that damn door and hoping that someone would open it for him.

Someone nice, maybe.

He took a deep breath and then raised his trembling hand to knock.

He waited for another second.

And then, with the infinitesimal sigh, hesitating, he softly knocked.

The sound of his knuckles against the wood of the door resounded deafing in his hers, making his heartbeat go faster.

He waited a few seconds, but that seemed hours, and was about to knock again whaen he heard the sound of the lock unblocking.

He keeped his breath and was abou to close his eyes due to anxiety when the door finally opened, showing a boy behind it.

Soobin blinked, wrongfooten.

He expected everything but a boy opening the door for him.

Sure, they told him that his new foster family was consisting in a father, a mother and their son.

But he didn't expected that the "son" was that kind of boy.

He realized that he didn't asked how old the son was and that all the time long since he knew that he was moving foster familyy he thought that he was a child, maybe a eleven years old boy.

Everuthing but that boy in front of the door who was looking at him a sincere and polite smile on his face.

Maybe he went at the wrong house, after all.

-You must be Choi Soobin, aren't you?- the boy asked, wakin' up Soobin from his daydreams.

-Oh... Yeah, sure, it's me...- he said, still confused.

-Well, so come in.

-I was waiting for you. Re you okay? Did you travel long? Do you need anything?- the boy asked while closing the door.

Disoriented, Soobin blinked multiple times.

-Ehm...- was the only thing that came out from his mouth.

-Oh, yeah, silly me, i forgot to introduce myself!- the other puffed moving his hair away from his forehead.

-My name is Choi yeonjun, but you can call me Yeonjun, jun or Junnie, as you like.

-And...- Yeonjun interrupted himself looking confused he too, but only for a moment.

-Well, why are we still here?

-Let's go in the kitchen.- he said overtaking Soobin and starting to walk in the corridor. -Are you hungry? There isn't much food right now, but Mum will come back soon an she said that she would do some shopping and...-

Whitout even knowing why, Soobin found himself smiling.

-It's okay, really. I'm not really hungry.- he interrupted the other boy, who nodded.

-Okay. So I'll show you your bedroom. It's upstairs.- he said starting go up the stairs. -I don't know if you need some clothes; Mum wanted boy some for you, but Dad convinced her that it was a stupid idea buying clothes for you without even know how you look like. -he giggled. -But if you need something, i think that my clothes suit you and...

-Oh, here's your bedroom. I hope that you like it, but if you dislike something, you only have to...-

-Yeonjun.- Soobin interruted him again, putting a hand on his shoulder.

-What?- Yeonjun glanced at him, a little wrongfooten.

-It's okay, really. More than perfect, I would say.-

-Are you sure?- the other boy asked again, passing his hands on his jeans.

-Yeah, I'm sure.

-I don't even expected anything of these things that you made for me.-

-Oh. But it seems obvious to me that if a person is moving to my home...- yeonjun start to object.

Soobin shrugged while putting his backpack on the bedroom floor.

-it's not important, now. Don't worry.

-Really.

-Anyway, nice to meet you.-

Okay people, here the firt chapter...

It took me a fuckin long time to write it, because my mum took away the phone and I had to use the vocabulary for the words that I didn't know and... I mean, I don't know how many mistakes there are (a lot), but it was easier than I expected.

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