Random Oneshots Pt. 2

L. Sanghyeok x T1: {Smaller} [F]

Little Fic!! It's been some time since I touched this topic, if there are any inaccuracies, please tell me. I only know such a small portion about this type of stuff.

POV: 3rd Person

  Sanghyeok suppressed himself for about four years. He stopped going small ever since their new roster came in. At first, it was because he wasn't comfortable, but then it became more of a bigger brother responsibility. He couldn't be small if he had to be big for his new, younger teammates, who became like family.

  He had suppressed himself for so long, that he had soon thrown out all of his little things in order to not get tempted. Sanghyeok wasn't too small when he went into the space, he was more of like a seven-year-old who was not very verbal. Though of course, he was only quiet when he wasn't clingy, which had been most of them time with his older teammates.

  The Mid-Laner had been training for quite some time, and for the first time in a long time, he was able to relax. None of his family members knew about the little that lived within his heart, and so naturally, he kept himself busy to stop Hyeokie from playing. It worked.

  For a very long time, it worked.

  So when he was flipping through a book today, as any other regular day, but more relaxed, he had.. felt off.

  His world view was getting a little bigger. Like his hands were a little smaller. And before Sanghyeok knew it, his eyes took in a bigger world. He wasn't sure if the world was getting bigger, or if he was getting smaller. But the way the text in his hands looked big, and how everything else did as well, made him overwhelmed.

  Tears wells up in his eyes, a longing for his Hyungs. Hyungs that he had not yet met, but he missed them. He misses their comfort because the world was suddenly so big, and he was so small that he can't stand a chance. A panic rises within the pit of his stomach when he looks around to have found that.. there was no one.

  His legs wouldn't push himself up.

  And so, as little Hyeokie feels overwhelmed, he wails.

  The cry leaves his lips as tears streamed down his face. His entire body, feeling so small and vulnerable by himself. Calling out into the empty space as if people would magically appear. His limbs didn't allow him to stand, feeling wobbly and all droopy. It's been so long since he's been here, and the book in his hands is not something he can read.

  The words are too big, and there aren't any pictures. Where were all his stuffies? There were only dirty pillows on the couch. Hyeokie can barely process the arms that wrap around him, it was Hyeonjoon, his blonde hair within the field of his vision, and it's all he can see, a blurry mess when his glasses fall from his face. "H-Hyeonjoonie.." His arms wrap around the man's shoulders, and he feels so small.

  He feels small in a way that was not just because Hyeonjoon himself was tall, but because truly, he felt like a doll in the man's arms. It brings him comfort, and he stops crying. "Hyung, what's wrong? Why are you-" Sanghyeok grips at the man's hoodie, fingers stubbornly keeping him close as he seats himself on the Jungler's lap, sniffling quietly.

  His lips are in a pout, a very large cat-like pout. Lips jutted out, and he rubs his face sloppily with his hands. "H-hweon." Hyeokie stutters, hiccuping from the after-effects. He's already so tired, he's been tired. He doesn't know why he's tired, but he doesn't want to think. "Whare weur you?"

  "Ye?" His voice is high and Hyeonjoon is so bewildered that he can't speak. The taller grabs for his phone, and he's typing furiously to call everyone back into the dorms, no matter what.

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[T1mily]

[Hyeonjungler]