Kai sits quietly, playing with a rubber band and fidgeting in his rickety white folding chair. The grass is starting to look healthier. Summer is starting and he can see that the green is returning. He begins smashing the blades under his shoes, bored out of his mind.

“How can this be considered a real funeral,” he grumbles under his breath but just loud enough so that someone sitting next to him could hear and agree with him so he doesn’t feel alone. Instead of hearing a chuckle or a comment similar to his own, he thinks that his ears were met with silence. Or rather, on second thought, he thinks it was the wind, but instead the person sitting next to him had shushed him. Shushed. He automatically turns to look at where the sound had come from, preparing his best glare, but it dies quickly like an ember from rubbing too sticks together. When he sees the face of his shushing neighbor, he instantly can’t find it in himself to be angry. He’s cute. His face is round and his lips are pink. His skin is pale and his hair pitch black. Kai is instantly intrigued by him. But he follows his neighbor’s orders and keeps quiet until the speech was over.

Once the so-called eulogy comes to an end, there is supposed to be a reception inside the house. The funeral had been held in the backyard and now the (very few) guests are putting their folding chairs in a stack near the porch. Kai decides to make a move while everyone is still distracted.

“I can take your chair for you,” he offers, reaching his hand out to take the other boy’s chair.

“I can carry it myself,” he replies and walks towards the other chairs. Kai frowns to himself but figured that frowning is wasting his time. He quickly shuffles after the other boy ready to make his second attempt.

This story was inspired by a photo on Gay Exo-L Imagines. (gay-exol-imagines.tumblr.com)