Chapter 10. His thoughts

Business at the noodle shop was slow today. Mk managed to finish the deliveries before evening and decided to drive around the town. Ever since the last time they saw each other, Mk couldn't help but feel as though Red son was hiding something, yet he couldn't figure out what.

As he drove, he saw a crimson blur in the corner of his eye. It was Red sitting alone. The citizens didn't seem to recognize him without his hood surprisingly.

Mk stopped and stared. He saw him sitting so still you could hardly tell he was breathing. Mk hopped out of the car to see him. As he sprinted closer, he noticed a facial expression of horror and sadness. He slowed down and sat next to him, scooting beside him.

"Hey...Red..?" He says concerned. Red son didn't dare flinch or acknowledge him.

"What happened?" Mk put his hand on his shoulder. As he lifted his hand, Red flinched expecting himself to be hit. Mk pretended not to notice.

"We're friends. You're allowed to tell me anything."

The word "friends" gave Red son back that awful feeling. The one he couldn't explain.

"I-I...it's..private." He stuttered.

"It's fine. You can't rush trust." He sighs once again.

Mk lifts his hand from Reds shoulder and stands to his feet. "So...what should we do now?"

Red continued to stay deep in thought, thinking of their "friendship"

Mk sighs seeing his mixture of confusion, sadness and anger expression and sits down once more, patting him on the back.

As soon as his hand hit his back, Red twitched and yelped. Mk immediately lifted his jacket to see the bloodstained bandages. Horror filled his face. "Red...what happened...?"

He slowly turned around with an expression of fear. "It's...nothing..." he slowly mumbled.

"This isn't nothing! Who did this?" He almost yelled.

"I said it was private!"

Red stands to his feet and in fear and runs away.

Mk sits alone on the bench, as the blood from his face drains. What just happened?

That night, Mk thought of him with eyes bloodshot open. The amount of blood stained on the tight bandages didn't leave his vision.

He covered his mouth and began to sob silently. Who was doing this to him? Why wouldn't he tell him anything? Why was he being so secretive?

Mk felt stress.

They were FRIENDS yet Red hadn't said anything to him. Someone was hurting him and he refused to open up to Mk. Did he not trust him enough?

Even though he kept saying he was patient, he just wanted him to talk to him as soon as possible. He regretted telling him about his problems.

"I wish you would talk to me.." he continued sobbing quietly.

He had trusted him yet Red son expressed nothing back. Mk sighed deeply. "Patience, Mk. What if it's something serious? UGH! That's more the reason to tell me!" He tossed and turned.

He eventually calmed down at glanced at the clock that read 3 am. He slowly got up from his bed.

"Maybe a walk would calm me down..?"