"why are you crying?"
a small boy of seven years looked up with puffy eyes to the person talking to him. he sniffled a few times before scooting back deeper into the corner of the room that he was sitting in.
"how come you're crying?"
the boy pointed his left hand and started to cry again. on his hand rested a small scrape, most likely from falling.
"your name is mark, right?"
mark nodded softly, his black hair obscuring his eyes. none of the other kids in the room had noticed him falling and hurting himself. none except the one standing before him.
"i'm donghyuck."
mark looked up at him, wiping his eyes to rid them from the tears. he gazed at donghyuck's features, his eyes scanning over his eyes, nose, and lips. a small gasp escaped from mark's mouth as donghyuck kneeled down in front of him, closing the big gap between the two kids. he never really liked people.
"did you fall?"
mark nodded his head and held out his hand for donghyuck to look at his little wound. he watched as the boy in front of him gently took his hand. he noted that donghyuck's hands were very soft.
"i can help you feel better. my mom always does this to me whenever i'm hurt." donghyuck said in a quiet voice. he could tell that mark didn't like the loudness of the classroom.
mark watched as donghyuck brought his hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to it. he yanked it away, rubbing it with a concerned expression on his face.
"did it hurt?" the shorter of the two questioned, moving closer towards the quiet boy.
mark shook his head in response. donghyuck's action didn't really make a difference, but he felt at ease. a wave of peace washed over mark as he gave a small smile to donghyuck.
"it feels a little better," he started, looking down at his scrape. "thank you."
donghyuck retuned the smile, except his was much larger. mark felt his breath being taken away at the sight and he didn't know why.
