Papa And Dada

12. From Up Above

"Minnie....why do you cry?"

"Your knee...it's bleeeeeeding"

"You scared of blood, Minnie? Wait, I will cover your eyes. "

An eight-year-old pale boy put his jacket over his crying six-year-old friend's head to cover his sight. He was in pain, but at the moment, he just wanted his friend not to feel disturbed by seeing his bleeding knee. He just didn't want his tiny bestie to lose his breath and cried his lungs out as they had someone dear dead because the little fella was too loud

"No...." The smaller one starts to cry again as his friend puts his jacket over his head so he won't see blood.

"Why? Is it too dark? Shall I give you my beanie? It's big for you so it will cover your eyes. Don't worry, Minnie. I will hold your hand to take you home.

"Aniyaaaaa."

The little one shakes his head and starts to cry even more, making the older boy feel troubled.

He wasn't crying because he was disturbed by seeing blood. He was crying because he was sad about his Yoogie's booboo. It looked so painful, and it became so hard for his little heart to bear up without breaking into tears.

If a third eye saw this whole scenario, they would also definitely feel puzzled as hell. Everything was happening the other way around. But it was so cute to watch.

The one who fell off his bicycle and got a big cut on his knew was the older boy. But the wailing and hiccuping one was his smaller best friend who walked by his side by tightly holding onto the taller boy's T-shirt as if his life was dependent on it.

Eight-years-older was pushing his bike, having his best friend's small puppy-shaped bag over his shoulders, and also, he was consoling the whimpering chubby-cheeked boy all the way to their homes.

"Oh dear! Jiminnie, what happened to you, baby?"

Yoongi's grandmother literally hugged the crying boy who popped up in front of her door with his grandson. Poor kid was erratically breathing and having tiny hiccups in between his every breath due to the amount of crying. The old woman hastily checks the kid for any possible injuries but he seems okay.

"Grandma...it's my knee. Minnie is crying because he is sad. "

Yoongi says in a small voice as he pulls his sweatpant leg up and shows her grandmother where he got the wound.

"Oh God! Darling, what happened? Are you okay?"

The old woman asked with genuine shock, and her little high-pitched tone made both boys gasp a little. She immediately pulled the boy into his arms and checked his cut which looked kind of deep through his folded pants.

Oh dear! Can you be a good boy until grandma cleans it for you?

"ARGH! Hyung is hurt."

Yoongi slaps his forehead as he glares at her clueless granny because he knows it's her yelp, which makes his upset friend renew his tears.

"Jiminieee....I am okayyyy. Don't feel sad. Look! Your Yoogie is STRONG!"

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"You like it?"

A small head nod came from the hiccuping boy who was now licking a popsicle his best friend's granddad gave him. It did good on distracting him, and like that little fella looks kind of better.