What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 10|Jarbyn- Bromance

Summary: Just Jack tryna make sure his little brother gets a gift this year

Jack's POV
The chiming song of the ringing door faded as Jack raced out of the small shop. Stumbling as he tugged his worn hoodie over his head. The winter winds tickling at his temporarily exposed belly.

" Sorry, but I gotta go! Gotta get Bean from school!" Tossed over his shoulder as his boss cried out his name in fury after her door was slammed open.

His skateboard hit the concrete with a sharp crack before he jumped on its back. He slammed his foot hard into the ground, kicking off the sidewalk and weaving his way through last minutes Christams shoppers. Shouting the occasional sorry to those he disturbed.

His hair tossed slightly in the wind, fingers tucking it back into place. Remembering the haircut he hadn't been able to get with a sigh.

He pulled out his phone, gazing down at the small device to the time. Which had been split in two from a particularly nasty crack.

" Fuck, I need to hurry."

His palm burned as he reached out for a pole, stinging from the winter's biting chill. The tall stick rang with the force at which his hand hit it, wheels screaming as he used it to toss himself into a sharp turn.

He could already see the elementary school.

The high school Jack attended was directly beside the elementary school Corbyn went to. He didn't have an excuse to be late, he was supposed to be at school.

He could just make out the ringing wail of the dismal bell over his own panting breaths. Each heave drifting away in a puff of thin smoke. Faced flushed from his cheeks to his ears, the crimson red slowly creeping down his neck.

The children came in a flood of puffy coats and happy giggles, all overjoyed to be freed for Christmas break.

Corbyn bounced over, grinning bright as always. His cute face already pink from the cold.

Jack melted helplessly at the sight. The boy calming his racing heart and aching lungs.

The older kneeled so Corbyn could fall easily into his arms. Squeezing him tight before drawing back to trace his face with his fingers. Brown gaze searching for even the slightest imperfection.

" How was school, my love?"

Corbyn's head tipping into his palm with a happy sigh," it was okay. I'm just happy it's over," Corbyn's cool blue drifting over him before small hands reached out to play with a button on his shirt.

" You aren't wearing your school clothes. Why not?" The second grader inquired, eyes finding their way back to his face.

" I um... weeee... had a half day?" Jack stuttered, tongue tripping.

" Yeah! Yeah, a half day. I just started my shift a little early, that's all," he reassured him quickly before rising off the ground and to his full height. Taking Corbyn's hand into his own.

" That's not very fair," pink lips hanging in a pout while he pressed Jack's board to his little chest," we didn't get a half day."

No one did, Jack had ditched during lunch to squeeze in a few extra hours.

" I told you, being a big kid means perks," teased gently to the younger, reaching out in an attempt to hold his own skateboard, only for Corbyn to twist away from him. All while never releasing his hand.

" You told me I was a big boy," head tilting up at him, pout still firmly in place as they began the trek back "home".

" You are, doll, to me. To the rest of the world though, you're still just a squishy little baby."