"How much longer will this takeeeee~?" Your friend, better more, partner, was complaining. You worked for a volunteer group in your neighborhood, volunteering to help the poor people around your area. You don't get paid, you do it because you want to help people in need, that's the kind person you were. Yesterday, your friend over here lost a bet, and you told her to help out with volunteering--it's not her thing... at all. All she said the whole time you were donating clothes to kids were the words: 'I want to go home'.

You rolled your eyes. "Fine, if you want to go, go ahead." You sighed. I guess you'll be doing it alone until your volunteer group gather around again. It didn't take seconds for your friend to thank you and rush home. It wasn't her passion, unlike you.

You were now at a secluded area, spotting a few homeless people here and there, giving them food and water. As you were preparing more supplies a-

"Excuse me?" A tiny, quiet voice spoke, one that resembles a little girl. She tugged on your sleeve. "I'm lost... can you find my older brother, miss?" You turned your head, it was one of the poor little kids... she looks 8. You kneeled down to her level, smiling warmly. "Of course, honey." You held her hand, walking around.

"Honey, are you sure he's here?" You asked the little girl. You two have been walking for 30 mins. The girl only nodded. "Yes, I'm sure, my older brother has to be-" She wasn't able to finish the sentence until you were suddenly grabbed by your collar and slammed to the wall.

Your vision was foggy, due to shock and because your head banged the wall hard. You felt a headache coming when you realized what had happened. A tall, young man, with long dirty blonde hair, monolid eyes, and plum lips had oinned you to a nearby wall. He looked prettier than any guy you've seen. He looks... poor?

"What are you doing with my sister." He spoke firmly, more as a demanding statement than a question.