you and chan were best friends, you have been since you were six years old. You grew up together and bonded over everything. However the thing you bonded over the most was how similar your trauma was and how you could relate to each other. Both of your parents were super abusive and didn’t care about either of you.

when you two were eleven years old you came up with a plan, to run away from home and never come home, to fulfil your dreams in life

Chan was 19 and tomorrow was your eighteenth birthday. you both sat on your roof, smoking a cigarette with your phone in hand as you counted down the seconds until midnight. Once you turned 18 you could legally leave your parent/guardian and leave the country. And that was your plan.

“Only one minute then we’re free. Got all your stuff in your bag?” chan asked as he sat beside you with his backpack on his back that had everything he’d need. For now at least