What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Dorbyn- Bromance

Summary: Corbyn tells him how to spell sing

Daniel's POV
" Morning, Bean," Daniel smiled up at his big brother. Short legs swinging as he sat in a bar stool.

" Morning, Dani," he kissed his forehead, barely glancing at the paper the little boy had in front of him.

He walked over to the fridge, pulling out the carton of orange juice. He shook it and shrugged, putting the opening to his lips.

" Bean?"

" Yeah baby?" He removes the container from his mouth.

" How do spell sing?" The kindergartener wondered, looking up to him.

" C-e-e-n-g," he answered without a second thought, finishing the rest of the orange juice." Thank you," Daniel smiled. Writing it down before stuffing the paper into his folder.

" Dani, you ready to go?" Their father called as he came downstairs, grabbing his keys." Uh huh," he hopped out of the chair and ran to Corbyn, hugging his legs.

" Bye, Corby. I love you," he cooed, grinning up at him. The older squatted down, kissing his nose.

" Love you, too, Dan. Have fun at school," he watched the young boy run to the door and out of the house.

" I wonder what he was writing?" He mused, grabbing an apple before slipping on his bookbag. Then it dawned on him. He just told his baby brother sing was spelt with a c and two e's.

" Shit."

~ After School ~

Corbyn had been thinking about this morning all day. He kept praying no one would care, he was only 7 after all.

His head shot up as a car pulled into the driveway. He heard one of its doors slam shut before his little brother ran into the house. He raced up the steps with his head down.

" Damn it," Corbyn muttered, already feeling guilty. He hadn't gotten a hi or anything. Daniel always gave him a kiss when he got home. Their mother entered next and the blonde looked over to her, a silent question in his frozen lakes.

" I don't know, he won't tell me," she sighed, taking off her coat." Go talk to him okay?" The 17 year nodded before climbing the steps to the second level.

He walked to Daniel's room and could already hear sniffles," Dani? Baby, can I come in?" He called, knocking softly.

" It's all your fault! T-they... th-they called m-me stu-pid," the small boy whimpered." I'm coming in. Okay?" He twisted the knob before he could answer. His little brother was on his stomach, crying into the massive teddy bear Corbyn had gotten him for his 4th birthday.

" I'm a better cuddle bubby than Snuggles, you know? You can test if you think I'm wrong," he crouched and opened his arms. A teary blue gaze locked on him, the younger bit his lip before standing. He walked over and fell against his chest. Sobbing into his shirt.

" Shhh," Corbyn cooed, holding him close," I got you. Stop crying."

" The-y said I w-as du-dumb," Daniel whined, gripping at the fabric as droplets ran down his red cheeks.

" Who, baby?" He rubbed the small of the younger's back, leaning against the wall." S-some of th-the kids in class. Wh-en we went out to re-recess," he sniffed, slowly calming down.

" You aren't stupid. You never have been and if anyone calls you stupid again I'm beating their ass," he answered without a second thought. Feeling a small smile against his chest." It was my fault you spelt sing wrong. And I'm sorry, I forgot who I was talking to. Do you forgive me, baby boy?"

" Of course. I know you didn't mean it," he looked up at him through his dark lashes, lips curved. Corbyn leaned down, pecking them softly before he stood.

" I love you, Dani," he cooed, bumping their noses," and sing is s-i-n-g." He added, making the smaller giggle.

" I love you more, Bean," Corbyn laid him down, before getting in beside him." Can you ceeng to me?" He yawned, snuggling against his chest. The frost blonde chuckled, his baby brother giggling.

" And everytime you laugh I see the sparks fly. And everytime you blush, I feel those butterflies." He started, the little brunette closing his eyes and smiling. Corbyn melted at the sight.

" And baby how we feel? We'll always be in style, forever and ever. This love is never going to fade we are timeless, we are timeless." He sang softly, quieting as soft breaths hit his ears. He leaned in close to his ear.

" Sweet dreams, baby boy," Corbyn kissed his forehead, pulling the cover over them. Before falling asleep he made a mental note to tell the boys to stop spelling sing like that. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

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Author's Note: The song is Timeless by Ross Lynch