Taken Prince / Homeless Boy
Taken Prince
  • Namjoon's P.O.V.
  • Sustenance and hydration prove to be scarce, and the small amount of money I had has now been expended. Though I have been granted food of people from some benevolent souls, their munificence was not accompanied by aid, but rather only by food, for which I am grateful nonetheless.
  • I ventured forth upon the frosty streets, covered in old, ripped and dirty clothes. I have tarried here for many weeks now, and in all likelihood, appear to be a homeless. Indeed, at this point, I find myself being homeless, lost in this diminutive urban city, with none willing to offer company or help.
  • As I seated myself upon the cold cobblestones, my spine leaning against a wall, hugging my knees and looking down, a lady's voice addressed me, "Yo, old man." I did not initially raise my gaze, for I am not an old man. "Bro, I'm talking to you!" she continued, her touch upon my arm causing me to look up.
  • I gazed upon her form, and she was a vision to behold. Her locks cascaded down in wavy obsidian tresses, and her eyes matched her dark colored hair. "Greetings, miss," I spoke, straightening my posture.
  • "Oh man. I'm sorry bro. I thought you were a crusty old man. Ya need some help? You look..." Her gaze checked my figure. "Like *."
  • "Pardon me, miss?" I queried.
  • "I'm sorry dude, but you literally have * on your pants. Come on! Come with me and I'll help you. Seems like no one is kind enough to help a handsome young man," she offered with a warm smile.
  • "I am grateful for your benevolence, miss," I replied, rising to my feet to face the fair lady. The difference in our heights was noticeable.
  • "No need to be so formal bro! You can call me Y/N. What's your name?" the lady asked.
  • "I am Namjoon. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," I said, inclining my head in respect.
  • "Cool, like the prince. It's a nice name, and nice to meet you too." She bowed back.
  • "Thank you, Y/N."
  • "Now come on, Namjoon, let's get you food and some proper clothes," she suggested, her amiability and kindness lifting my spirits.
  • Truly, this lady is a paragon of kindness, and I am most grateful for her aid.
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Homeless Boy