"How do I look?" The thirteen-year-old Seungkwan asked while adjusting his new uniform in front of the mirror. His round cheeks were redder with excitement for his first day of middle school.
"Hideous..." Mingyu's uncaring voice echoed as he walked behind the younger from his walk-in closet. Their uniforms were different; Mingyu's was navy blue, while Seungkwan's was gray—the same uniform Mingyu had worn before.
Seungkwan pouted, realizing that the older wasn't even looking at him, just struggling to tie his tie. He chuckled when he noticed the knot was wrong. "You still can't tie that, Hyung?"
Mingyu's death glare immediately pointed at Seungkwan.
"I can," he insisted, but he untied it again to start over. "And how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me Hyung? I'm not your brother."
"Fine. Kim Mingyu." Seungkwan replied sharply, feeling annoyed with Mingyu's remark. So what if they weren't brothers? Seungkwan just wanted to show him some respect.
"Stop it," Mingyu said again, still focused on his knot.
Seungkwan rolled his eyes. "I didn't even say anything."
"Stop that pout of yours. Don't start our first day of school with that grim face."
"The emotionless Kim Mingyu says that to me? Why don't you tell yourself that?" Seungkwan shot back, fire in his eyes.
Mingyu grunted, not answering Seungkwan, and the failed knotting attempt made him even more frustrated. "Ah, forget it," he muttered, letting his tie hang loose. "Mother! Mo—"
Before Mingyu could call his mother again, Seungkwan yanked him by the tie, pulling him close. Mingyu was stunned by the sudden proximity, their faces just inches apart. Fortunately, Seungkwan's height only reached Mingyu's nose, so the younger couldn't see the shock in Mingyu's eyes.
"Look who's always saying, 'I'm older than you, I'm older than you,' but can't even tie his own tie?" Seungkwan sang mockingly as he expertly tied Mingyu's tie for him.
Mingyu stood frozen, too surprised to even breathe. In that small distance, he realized he was wrong—Seungkwan didn't look bad at all. In fact, the younger boy looked absolutely adorable in his new uniform.
"Done!" Seungkwan said, adjusting the tie to Mingyu's collar. "That was easy peasy lemon squeezy," he teased, grinning widely.
"Shut up," Mingyu muttered, slapping Seungkwan's arm lightly before putting some distance between them. Seungkwan chuckled at his reaction.
"Mingyu, did you call me? I just finished preparing your breakfast," Hyorin asked as she walked into her son's room.
"Don't mind him, Auntie. He's just being a baby who still can't tie his own tie," Seungkwan quickly said before Mingyu could respond.
Mingyu grunted, while Hyorin smiled fondly. "So I guess Seungkwanie was the one who tied Mingyu's tie?" she asked, moving toward Mingyu to tidy his hair, but he immediately dodged, wanting to do it himself.
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I Hate The Way You Love
FanfictionThree years after his divorce, Kim Mingyu, got a familiar call from his mother, urging him to come home. Mingyu knew she was likely trying to set him up with someone again, hoping he would remarry and start a family as she wanted. Of course, he poli...
