i ended up going back to home as the shop was being repaired. i didn't know where that beggar went to again, but i probably guessed he went to other streets.

somehow, i feel empty. stepping inside this house i thought i would feel better once again but no — instead, i felt the opposite.

the maids greeted me and i just bobbed my head, proceeding to my own room. i was sitting on the floor right now.

i felt suffocated, as if i was trapped. this didn't seem like a home to me anymore. there's just an empty feeling in my heart and i didn't know how to describe it.

i stared at the pot of flower standing tall near the corner of my window. the petals were slowly withering as the big tree blocked the sunlight from reaching the flower.

this flower is withering, i thought. and so is my heart.

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i ended up going on the streets to get some fresh air. i definitely felt better breathing in the fresh air, i felt more refreshed.

everyone was busy selling things, chanting for customers as i continued to walk down the streets.

somehow, i had a sense of belonging here as i watched each stall owners. i could definitely put myself in their shoes and know how and what they feel.

a rather familiar figure popped out at the corner of an alley. there were blood gushing out from the wound on this person's leg.

with quick footsteps, i rushed towards the person and it was the person that i expected to see.

he was covering his wound with his hands, applying pressures, trying his best not to let the blood flow out rapidly. but of course, it didn't work.

"don't do that," i said to him. he looked up at me and seemed appalled to see me as his lips parted. i fished out a packet of tissue in my pocket as i took out a piece of it, slowly removing his hands and covered the wound. i then took his right hand and pressed it against his wound.

"let's go home." i told him as i helped him to stand up. he furrowed his eyebrow in confusion at my statement.

"but, i don't have a home—"

"my home," i paused as i gave him a smile.

"can be considered as yours as well."

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"ouch!" he groaned as i dabbed the cotton on his wound. i reduced my strength as i realised that i was applying too much force.

i blew cool air on his wound as i finally wrapped it with a small bandage. after finishing wrapping his bandage, we were in silence until i broke it.

"why did you do so?" i questioned him, referring to the incident a few days ago where he protected me with the flying pens.

"even if it's a bullet or someone's gonna stab me, i'm also going to do the same and protect you at any costs," he replied back.

"but you had a wound! if i didn't find you on the streets, what would you do?"

his face lighted up a little. "you deliberately went to find me on the streets?"

i stuttered as i crossed my arms, "n-no, i definitely did not do that."

he was still smiling like an idiot, "thank you so much, cho youn."

for the first time ever, i returned his smile. "you're welcome."

i had a warm feeling in my heart, and presumably, this is what i might be calling as a home.

"baby!" another voice cried out.

i quickly turned around and saw that it was taehyung, standing at the edge of the window.

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i'm so sorry for not updating for a long time omg !!