Chapter Four

Two weeks inside the house was the boiling point for Yihai to finally feel suffocated and want to desperately meet the outside world once more.

He headed out in simple black slacks and red, white checkered shirt with simple flip flops. The cool autumn weather was tolerable enough, and nice enough for a walk.

When Yihai headed out the house and started making the long journey to the gate with no one stopping him, he wondered where in the world he was going because the mansion was situated miles away from civilization. He may probably even get kidnapped by cannibals and no one would ever know.

He shook the thought out his head when, ten minutes later he got to the gate and the gateman paid not much attention but a short glance as he pressed a button and the single gate for people to pass slides open. Yihai walked out.

He stretched immediately he was outside the house, smiling at the golden colors of the miles and miles of trees around him. He shut his eyes and appreciated the light blow of the breeze on his face, playing gently with the strings of hair on his forehead.

"Ah," he finished his stretching with a satisfied sound, looking left and right and wondering where he should go. Right was the road to civilization, left just moved deeper into the isolated vicinity where cannibals and unicorns and imps may reside.

Yihai went left.

It was about fifteen minutes when Yihai was thinking he saw something that looked like a deer when he heard grunts inside the woods. He stopped in his tracks.

His first thoughts were; This is is it. This is how I'm going to die.

It was only few moments later that he realized the grunts were human and whoever it was sounded like he was swearing. Despite his better judgement that it may actually be a cannibal, he ventured into the woods.

It wasn't long till he came across a squatted figure that was placing a huge stone over a stack of stones shaped to look something like a burrow or a small cave.

Yihai was curious but didn't want to draw attention to himself but suddenly the boy stood and turned so fast Yihai moved back, holding a long thin thread of grass in a supposedly threatening way.

"Who are- oh Yihai!" The "threatening" demeanor changed as a huge adorable smile spread across his face. He put his "weapon" down. "What are you doing here?"

Yihai had this weirded out look on his face as he nodded at the thread of grass in the other male's hand. He realized it was the guy he saw the other day.

"Was that supposed to be your weapon? Seriously?" He looked behind the guy to the stone construction. "And what is that?"

The guy looked shocked, his smile fading. As if Yihai was an alien and hearing him speak a human language was the eighth wonder of the world.

"Ah- I..." He stuttered then threw the grass on the ground, recovering back into his cheerful state almost immediately, the adorable grin back on his face. "That's the fourth time you talked to me."

Yihai grimaced.

One: He's never seen this guy before except for the other day and now. Two: He's never talked to this guy before except for now.

"I don't know you and I've never talked to you before." He said bluntly, his figure relaxing when he found out he wasn't some creepy serial killer that tortures his victim with a thread of limp grass.

The guy's face fell then lit up again. "I didn't expect you to remember me tho.. And yes you have talked to me before, I can remember all of them."

His face changed into a thoughtful one, his eyes looking to the sky. "The first time was sometime in 2006.. you told me to get lost," Yihai blinked, immediately feeling worried for himself and thinking if this guy wasn't really psycho. "Second time was in sometime in 2007, you told me to wipe the batter Madam Eunji made that you threw on the floor because you didn't see your favorite handkie.."

Yihai was seriously creeped out at this point. Maybe he should run while he still had the chance. Really, what was this guy saying?

The boy paused, moving his eyes to Yihai, the brown of it so warm it froze Yihai. "The third time was in May 2009... You told me you were sad and asked me to hug you."

Yihai was about to say he needed mental attention when he realized something. 2009 was the year he would never forget. That was the year his parents got divorced. In May.

"The fourth time was now." The boy's beam was so bright Yihai almost shut his eyes. But his mind was a mess right now he allowed himself to be temporarily blinded.

"Who... who are you?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

The boy's beam got even brighter. "Hi. I'm Kim Jaesung."