Will You Catch Me When I Fall? || Minsung

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A/N: Sorryy this was supposed to be out yesterday but I was too tired 😭😭

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TW: ED (kinda, but it's basically not eating/unable to eat)

Little Jisung waddled along the sidewalk, chasing after the inky black feather being carried along the cement by the breeze. 

His parents were with his older brother a few meters back, and he could just barely hear their light laughter and playful bantering. 

Suddenly, the wind changed direction and the feather changed courses, averting onto the road where the breeze let go of it in the middle. 

Delighted, Jisung began heading towards it, painfully unaware of the danger speeding his way until there was the deafening blaring of horns, arms wrapped tightly around him and then the impact that sent him and his saviour flying.

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Jisung woke up with a start, tightly grasping the sheets and cold sweat lining his forehead. He panted, the remnants of his dream fading away.

"Ji? It's okay, I'm here. What happened?" Heesoo shushed him softly, calming him the best he could.

"It was because of me, wasn't it?"

Heesoo frowned.

"Slow down, bub. What was?"

"Mom died because of me, didn't she?"

"Jisung, how could it be because of you-"

"She died saving a little kid from death. Did she do it because she couldn't be the one saving me all those years ago?" Heesoo grabbed Jisung's hand, tears welling in his eyes as he spoke.

"No, Ji. It wasn't because of you. She did it because she knew what it felt like to be so close to losing her child. She was in the same position as the mother of the child she saved, all those years ago. You know how much our mother loves you, how compassionate she is. Don't you dare think it's your fault, Jisung." 

Heesoo tightened his hold on Jisung's hand. The younger boy's other hand grasped the older's t-shirt and tugged, shuffling to make space on the bed. Heesoo crawled on, letting his brother bury his face into his neck and begin wetting it with tears.

"Jisungie..." Heesoo felt warm breath across his scent gland as Jisung inhaled and exhaled deeply, seeking comfort. The alpha stroked his brother's soft blue hair slowly.

"Jisungie, listen. Here's the plan." Heesoo's voice shook but he steadied it the best he could. "We can cuddle a bit, but then I'm gonna go downstairs to get you some food, anything you want. And you're going to eat some for me, okay?"

Heesoo tilted Jisung's chin up so their eyes could meet.

"Okay?"

He repeated and Jisung nodded slightly, eyes still dull. 

He would try his best.

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