“omma! omma!” said a 8 year old child between his sobs.

He’s crying as if the world will end today while sitting in the bare ground at the park while holding his scrapped knee.He can see blood coming out from his wound which makes him cry out even louder. not until,

“Yah! I don’t think a boy should cry out loud like that!” says a boy with really pale skin which makes him look like he’s that from here. a foreigner that is, with an annoyed tone.

The crying boy temporarily stops from crying then look up, finding a boy frowning his brows to him. It looks like the boy was older than him 2 years at max. “You’re not supposed to tell that to a person crying. You’re supposed to tell that everything’s gonna be alright because it won’t hurt  so bad even though it’s just a lie” then continue to cry.

The pale boy was shocked to the crying boy’s response. Why the hell did I say that he murmurs while unknowingly help the boy to stand up then carefully wipe the boy’s tears using his thumb with a surprisingly gentle swipe. “Okay, Okay. I’m sorry. and stop crying okay? we, boys, are strong so a small wound like that won’t be a big matter at all.”

Waking from his sleep is Park Jinyoung. He has a black colored hair, a pair of eyes that wrinkles when he smile, perfect jawline and a slim body fit for his age. He was awaken by a dream that he quite not know why he had. “What a dream. I don’t even remember if it does happen to me when I was a kid.” he said while going down the stairs at the same time scratching his back. He was about to reach the last step when suddenly the world seems to froze and all he could think is

wow.

In front of him, surrounded by his dad,mom and other sister, is a boy with red collored hair, a pale skin, a handsome face even though he know it’s not enough to describe how the boy look and he couldn’t fail to notice the contagious smile that the bo