*OLD* oc oneshots or smthn

soft

franko is 13 here and jean-marie is 17. franko is actually 26 and jean-marie is 30 btw
i made myself cry writing this

Franko stormed in sobbing uncontrollably, straight into Jean-marie's arms. He felt so horrible, ugly and scared, but the older boy- almost a man's arms made him feel safer.
"Shh... little guy, what's wrong?" Jean-marie sat Franko down on the couch, tenderly rubbing his back, squeezing Franko's hand with.
Franko bawled harder because of the soft gesture, "My sis-" he coughed, rubbing away the saliva from his chin, "my sister... she was only joking! Yet, I..." his voice shook, he sounded like he was going to crumble into pieces. Literally. "She called me ugly, worthless, that no one would ever love me-" he wailed, "that's my worst fear!"
Jean-marie frowned, his expression flashed into an angry scowl for a moment, "Why would she say that to you?"
Franko knew that Jean-marie was abused and had plenty of terrible things going on in his life and there he was, a frail 13 year old boy who couldn't take a harmless joke, burdening a boy who had real issues. "She was joking..."
"No!" Jean-marie snapped, his expression softened when he felt Franko flinch, "I'm sorry- but, she has no right to call you those things. That's bullying, Franko."
"She didn't mean any harm." Franko lifted his hand to wipe his tears, but Jean-marie intervened and wiped them himself, gently holding his cheeks.
"Is your sister stupid?" Jean-marie hissed, "That shit fucks you up for the rest of your life-" he paused, "I'm sorry... I'm angry." he wrapped his arms around Franko, pulling him into a tight hug. Franko loved the feeling of Jean-marie's warmth. He felt a shiver down his spine when he felt Jean-marie's lips in his hair.
"My sweet, naive boy..." Jean-marie cooed, "don't ever let people piss on you like that. You're an amazing kid, beautiful and pure, and you don't realize that. You have a talent for singing-" he laughed, "-I heard you singing when I was... napping"
"You weren't napping." Franko would be mortified if anyone else heard, but Jean-marie never made fun of him.
"No..." Jean-marie's smile was small and shy, he was blushing. "You sure know a lot more than me... remember when my voice started cracking when I was around 12 years old? I thought I was sick. You told me; "No Jean, you're going through puberty." I felt so silly, you were only 8."
"I went to school." Franko hoped that didn't sound insulting. Jean-marie had a private tutor, but not for the first thirteen years of his life.
"That you did." Jean-marie sounded a little sad. He grinned like an idiot when he lifted his eyes to see Franko smiling and sniffling. "Has anyone ever told you that crooked-tooth smile you have is really, really cute?"
"My sister told me I had to get that fixed, to look like the men on T.V." Franko said. Jean-marie reminded Franko of all the handsome men on television; blond, bright blue eyes, perfect teeth and fit. Franko was nothing like that; a skinny twig of a boy, frizzy brown hair, a few pimples and never mind his slightly yellow, crooked teeth. He also was awkward, hopeless in social situations. Franko would always start sweating profusely and he would get heart palpitations when ever he had to talk to almost everyone. My sister makes fun of that too.
Jean-marie scowled, "What a terrible sister." he pushed back strands of chocolate brown hair behind Franko's ears, "You don't have to change anything if you don't want to. Nobody is perfect, cliché but true. You'll find yourself a beautiful, loving wife, have children-"
Franko stared at Jean-marie, "I don't want a wife."
Jean-marie simply nodded his head in reply, "What do you want?"
Franko felt a sudden burst of emotion, and it all came pouring out. "I just want to be with you- I'm so sorry, Jean! I'm always burdening you... depending on you! I know you'll leave me soon enough and I'm so scared!" his cries were muffled into Jean-marie's chest. He didn't notice the tears forming in Jean-marie's eyes, or his lips quivering.
"You give me meaning." Jean-marie picked up his head, "Don't be afraid, Franko. The day I leave you is the day I die- I live for you." he blinked away his own tears, staring into Franko's big brown eyes. Slowly and softly, he kissed Franko's nose.
For the first time in Franko's life, his mind was completely clear; tranquility.