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Dedication: Happy belated (it was the 13th) fourth birthday to my special little boy. Mommy loves you so much, you have no idea!

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Walking home sucked, Bum realized this every day and this one was no different. The weather was fine, so he wasn't worried about that. He just hated having to walk so far. Why couldn't his uncle be like other guardians and pick him up at least once and a while? He sighed as he leaned against a fence that surrounded the local park. A little break would recharge him enough to make it back home, but it left time for people from school to come across him and cause him trouble. When he heard a car horn, he groaned in frustration; realizing his fears were coming to fruition.

"I don't want any...trouble…?" He looked at the car and realized it was familiar. "Sangwoo?"

The half blonde was practically leaning out the passenger side window. "Hey." He greeted with a smile. "Do you want a ride?"

"Where's Jieun?" Even as he asked, Bum found his feet were moving towards the car.

"Dropped her off already." Sangwoo replied. "I figured you might still want a ride."

"You came back for me?" Bum felt his heart swell. "That's a waste of gas…"

"I can afford gas, Bum; chill out." Sangwoo pushed open the door.

Bum caught it and opened it up enough so he could slip in. "Thank you, Sangwoo...I appreciate it."

"Yeah, no worries."

Sangwoo waited until the door shut before driving off. "You're not busy after school, are you?"

"Just homework...why…?"

"Wanna go for a walk? For old time's sake?"

"A walk?" Bum cocked an eyebrow. "Like...a bike ride…?"

"Yeah."

"I don't have a bike...just the one you gave me…"

"You still have that damn thing?" Sangwoo laughed. "Talk about living in the past, Bumi."

He flushed. "You weren't here...I didn't have much to remember you by." Bum fished out his wallet and opened it, pulling out a photo from behind his ID.

"Damn." Sangwoo whistled when he stopped at a light long enough to get a good look at the photograph. "That's the year we met, isn't it? The end of summer party?"

Bum nodded. "Yeah, auntie took it…"

"I remember." Sangwoo chuckled. "Mine's in my wallet, too…"

"Heh." Bum flushed, looking away. "We're...a lot alike, aren't we…?"

"I'd say so." Sangwoo nodded his confirmation. "So what do you say? A walk? There's a big hill with our names on it…"

"I hate to tell you, Sangwoo, but that big hill isn't so big; not anymore."

"I suppose not." Sangwoo admitted. "But it's still ours…"

Bum smiled gently feeling giddy. Who needed a lover when they had a friend like Sangwoo around?

"Yeah, Sangwoo...ours…"

Having Sangwoo around when he was home was like a heaven sent for Bum. His Uncle had realized after a couple days that Bum was coming home later and later, often from the neighbor's house, and that meant something was keeping him there again. Bum let out a gasp of surprise when his Uncle grabbed his hair in his rough fist when he was closing the door one night.

"Where have you been? Dinner's in half an hour…" His gruff voice barked in his ear.

Bum resisted the urge to shudder, knowing it would only fuel his Uncle further.

"I-I'm sorry...Sangwoo was helping me with homework…"

"The neighbor boy is back?" Uncle didn't seem to hear past his name. "Fucking figures." He shoved Bum's head away roughly. "Keep a better eye on the time, you stupid little shit. Go cook…"

"Y-Yes, Uncle…"

Bum watched the already inebriated man stumble away. Granny stood in the doorway leading to the kitchen.

"I told you that you'd piss him off one of these days." Granny snorted. "Having friends isn't fit for someone like you, Bum."

"Sangwoo thinks otherwise...the counselor thinks otherwise...so does that shopkeeper that helped me one day, and auntie…"

"She's not your aunt, so stop calling her that."

"She's asked me to, and I'll do what I damn well please."

"Tch, brat. No wonder your uncle's so sick of you. You like it better over there? Then why don't you just stop coming back?"

Bum glared as she trudged off towards the living room, probably going to pop on her stupid soap operas he'd come to hate over the years. He sighed in defeat and hung his coat and backpack up. His feet slipped out of his shoes and he made his way to the kitchen. Uncle hadn't specified what to make that morning, so he'd just have to make due with whatever he had. From the bags on the counter, he had an idea that Granny went shopping. He doubted it was to make dinner time easier on him. He was finished with enough time to breathe for five seconds before uncle appeared in the kitchen, rudely demanding a plate be made and brought to him upstairs in the spare room.

"Your old room. Got it?" He asked.

"Yes, Uncle." Bum replied, glaring daggers at the man's back as he left.