Nineteen

"Just try to touch even one strand of Yasser's hair, I'm the one who can fight you," Yael said to the young Japanese man, Travis smirked, and the older man replied, "Tell that to your fiance, He approached Justin," Yael was taken aback before turning to Yasser, who had clearly heard what Travis said. Yael asked his fiance to leave without hesitation; the younger man said goodbye to his friends and refused to let the older man get close to Justin.

Justin asked what Yael said but Travis didn't answer him, the young Japanese led him to the opposite side of the student council, "Thank you for taking me here." he said. "Why?" asked Justin, who had caught the attention of the young Japanese man, "Did you see some red..." he paused and shook his head, "Maybe I'm just seeing things," the Japanese male uttered. When Travis almost said it, Justin was nervous because he thought his soulmate might notice the red string on their pinky fingers as well. "Well, here I am, thanks for bringing me here," he said.

"Okay, see you maybe later." Travis said then watching the tanned-skin Korean male enter the office.

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Justin went home early today because someone picked up the young man after they got out of school but promised that tomorrow they would go to the beach that he kept telling him, Justin was about to refuse his offer because he had already promised Ricky and Yasser that they would bond this weekend, but he can't because Travis is excited.

"You came home early today, didn't you?" Mrs. Park inquired.

He came to a halt when he noticed his mother watching television in the living room; he expected the older woman to leave because she usually only stayed at their house for one week, but it had been almost two weeks and his mother was still here; Justin ignored her and was about to go up to his room when he heard the lady speak again.

"How long can you go without talking to me, Justin?" she asked, standing up to approach her son. "For what else, and you're leaving too," he sighed as he faced his mother listlessly. "Son, listen-" he cut her off.

"No, mom, I get it, your work is more important than ours, maybe I don't feel so bad anymore because I've gotten used to it, it's even better for me that sometimes you're not here and only Dad takes care of us, I'm still happy-" he was stunned when he received a sharp slap from his mother, even Mrs. Park was taken aback by what she had done. "Jus, Im-" she was about to grab his face when he brushed her hands away. He didn't listen to his mother and left the house in tears, quickly taking out his phone to call Yasser or Ricky if he could stay at least one night because he needed to cool down, but he didn't realize who he called because he was crying so much? "Hello," he said as the person on the other end of the line answered his call.

"Hello, Justin."

"I can only stay at your house for one night," Justin sniffed.

"Wait, are you crying?" he insisted.

"No," the tanned-skin male denied.

The person on the other line sighed and said, "Where are you? I'll go with you now." The young Korean male said he was in the park near the city hall and hung up. Justin waited for a few minutes while sitting on the swing, until he felt a presence sit on the other swing, then reached for the handkerchief, "I told you I'm - " He was stunned by who he saw when he turned around—Travis smiling while holding a handkerchief.