Cry (memories)
It (does)n’t happen - intermediate -
Young Minseok poked at his wrapped ankle, cringing slightly while Jinki held Minho’s head to his chest, gently ruffling short hair as the younger cried loudly. Jinki tried to be a comfort to the eleven-year-old who was crying because.. Jinki couldn’t quite figure it out. Was it because his brother got hurt during the soccer game or because his brother’s team lost, or both?
Minho shifted, thin body bent over to lean into Jinki chest. At this age there was still quite a contrast in Jinki's lessesning chubbiness to Minho's shedding baby fat.
Jinki looked up, finding the older teenager still sitting on the bench, head low and fingers still brushing his injury that looked worse than it really was. Both boys were clearly upset, but Minho’s reaction, Jinki sort of smiled at it, shamelessly.
Sure it was sad to see your team lose, or even Minseok hurt unfairly, but to cry seemed a little extreme. But then he had found this same kid crying on a soccer field alone not that long ago, so maybe this sort of reaction is normal for him.
Minho blinked more tears and sniffled, Minseok rubbed his tired face and Jinki pat the younger’s back, assuring, “It’s okay. Minho-yah. Everything is okay.” He smiled wider, as if Minho could even see his face right now.
“Minho-yah,” Minseok called, small smile back finally. “Next time, okay? Don’t cry.”
Minho pulled from Jinki’s chest to look back at his brother. He sniffled loudly and wiped red, wet eyes. Minseok gave a thumbs up and held it out, waiting. Slowly, Minho lifted his hand to return the gesture, a smile growing now. He laughed through is drying tears, nodding quickly.
Jinki gathered their things near the bench, quickly standing up straight to say, “Let’s go play video games or something, huh?” The brothers seem to perk up a bit at that. Minho jumped forward, declaring, “I’ll win!” with a chubby and pink cry-face.
Jinki smiled and waited behind to offer Minseok a hand in getting up and moving on his injured ankle, which the older took without protest and nodded a small “Thank you.”
Minho turned back, still walking ahead. He wiped a sleeve over his puffy eyes, smile wide and happy again. “Come on, come on, let’s go~.”
Jinki wondered how the kid switched moods so effortlessly sometimes.
Sometimes Jinki would be sad and lonely day in and day out, missing his working parents or any friends he could have, but that had been slowly changing since meeting Minho.
It was certainly a nice change.
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Likey only one part left then the story will (hopefully) move here. ^^;;
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