✔️ Little Sunshine Boy (Seungjin)

nineteen✖️seungmin

I didn't know what I was doing when I called after Hyunjin when he started to walk away.

"Hyunjin, stop," I murmured after him, starting to walk towards him as my slippers clacked on the sidewalk. "I-I'm not... this little feud we have needs to stop," I said bravely and he slowly turns to face me.

"Fine. This little feud between us is ended at this very second," he answers quite sadly and the tone of his voice makes me hesitate. He sounded so... lonely and lost. It made me feel a little bit for him. Maybe he really just needed someone to be there for him, to take care of him when he was feeling battered and beaten.

"Can we start over?" I asked shyly and got a soft grunt in response, which I took as a yes. I stuck out my hand and murmured a small, "Hi, I'm Kim Seungmin. I-I just moved here about a couple days ago."

He took my hand very tentatively and shook it firmly, causing me to blush just a tiny bit.

"Hwang Hyunjin, an angsty and lost teenage boy," he grunts and I smile a little at that. I knew all too well about angst, I was pretty angsty myself. But Hyunjin was definitely worse than me when it came to angst levels.

"Would you like to come inside for something to eat? I could also put some stuff on your cuts," I murmur shyly and watch as he draws his hand away. At this statement, Hyunjin seems to be in thought, and then I hear him sigh.

"Yeah.. sure," he murmurs and I smile a little more, beckoning him to follow me with a wave of my hand and a small, "Follow me".

We walk inside, him following me and I tell him to sit on the couch. He obeys hesitantly, sitting on the couch with a long sigh, cheeks still slightly tearstained.

I make us some hot chocolate and bring out some cookies that I made myself. I've been told from my old friends at my old town that I was an amazing baker, but I wasn't so sure about my skills. Mainly because I had a cause of horrible, crippling self-confidence.

"Thanks," He murmurs a little coldly, which I expected. I mean, he did just yell at me and I did just yell at him and we had a silent feud going on between us for no reason at all so I guess I didn't expect him to warm up to me right away.

"No problem," I say and sit a little ways away from him, eating my cookies in silence as I steal glances up at him. Once we're both finished, I clean everything up and then walk out into my living room, looking at him quite shyly. "Would you like me to put some healing stuff on your cuts?" I ask quietly and he nods curtly in response.

I quickly go into the bathroom, get some Aquaphor and head back into the living room. We lock eyes for a few seconds and I have to look away out of pure embarrassment.

"W-Where are your cuts?" I ask him and he speaks lowly in response.

"My arms, face, and there's a couple on my back, stomach, and chest."

And that would mean he would have to take off his shirt.

Good lord Jesus, today is not a good day to be gay.

I hesitate but nod, sitting beside him and applying the substance to the cuts I see on his arm and once I get them, I look up at him.

"Can you t-take your shirt.. off?" and he does so with ease. I'm getting straight vibes from him which makes me slightly... disappointed.

I begin applying the salve to his cuts there and I can see him watching me. I glance up and we lock eyes again.

And that's when it happens.

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