Dear Starboy Fan rewrite (neighborhood AU)

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"Er... Do you like bracelets or rings?" Tord said, out of the blue.

Tom heard loud clashing and looked up to see a case of bracelet making kits. Guess Tord got some of his more random things unpacked.

"Not my thing."

"Please, pretty please?" Tord cried, throwing his arms out the window sill dramatically.

"No way, stars."

Starboy sighed and retracted his arms. "Ah, jeg vet! I will make a lasso and get you over here!" He began messing with the beads inside the container, before hearing someone grunt and looking at Tom crawling into the room. "If you're so determined, why don't you make me a bracelet?"

Tord's eyes sparkled. He had never had been asked to make someone a bracelet besides his mom. Most of his homemade jewelry was just fun, messy looking pieces of string and colors. But now someone special to him, a friend that he has been wishing for for years, was here before him, asking for him to create something for him. A sentimental meaning that he took deeply to heart. Tom may have been joking, but when someone has been starved of a true connection like he had been, this favor meant almost life or death.

"I will make you the prettiest bracelet." He states, taking out a string and wrapping it loosely around his companion's wrist. He took small beads and threaded them through, Tom watching intently. Something about Tord's excitement to make this bracelet made him view him as a pure soul. He appeared to be so soft. But yet so fragile. Something about him screamed that he wasn't able to push things off easily, and could crumble at the touch of the wrong hand. Tom shooed the thought away, because his smile chanted that he was resilient. Nothing could take down his grin that shined, it could light up a cave, or be the temporary sunlight during a hurricane storm. Something about that smile was so soft that it could heal someone near death. So pure, so graceful.

"What, are you just going to sit down and watch? Come join, I have enough for many."

Tom reached out for the box, noticing many of them were star shaped. Some were connected to silver chains, some were transparent and rainbow. He decided to make a bracelet with the lightest colors. Light pink tiny beads that slipped out of hands and made him cuss loudly, and bigger pink, blue and yellow stars throughout it.

Tord looked up from his little charms and mess, at Tom, who actually joined him. He was so special, wasn't he? He is the type of being that drops everything just to come make bracelets, and is actually trying despite being far from his comfort zone. Tom was lovely with his carefulness with his consideration, remembering his favorite color as he makes him something. And brave. Brave as he steps out of his comfort zone, spends time with someone who he knows he could get bullied for taking to them. He spent actual time, not to be fake or to use it against him. And kind for treating Tord like any human being. He loved it.

As Tom came close to finishing his bracelet, he held out a hand for his starboy to hold. Tord held the tip of his sleeve in his hand as he did so, and Tom unclasped his fingers and pushed up his sleeve to get a picture of how big the bracelet needed to be.

However instead, all he saw was a picture of lines of light maroon littering his arms.

Scars.