WONTAEK DRABBLES.

(66) Thumbelina

I'M DONE!! MY EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER!!!
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There's a tiny person in Wonshik's tissue box.

Okay, he could've put it in a more better way but it's literal. There's a person in his tissue box. And judging by the little, cute snores, the said person was sleeping amongst the tissue paper, cozily bundled up in fluffy white.

Wonshik carefully peered over to get a better look at his little intruder. A good 2 inches in height, cream colored peach skin and fluffy ebony hair. He had long lashes and soft pink full lips, a cute button nose giving the final touch. He had a mole underneath his right eye which was just so adorable. His body was lean and he was attired in a light blue long sleeve twice his size and black shorts, feet left bare.

Did Wonshik mention that this person was freaking tiny?

Was he a fairy? Or like in a fairytale, was he the Korean version of Thumbelina?

The bigger watched as the little person stirred in his sleep, button nose scrunching up adorably as he reached a hand up to rub at his eyes childishly, the other hand gripping onto a the tissue paper like a bed sheet. The little one yawned and immediately, as the last dregs of sleep were washed away, the Korean-Thumbelina made eye contact with the new giant stranger.

Wonshik held his breath.

The small one positively screamed.

There goes his nice morning....

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Saying that all hell broke loose is an understatement. The blue sweater person scrambled and hopped off the tissue box landing on the table on his behind with a thunk. He pathetically started crawling away to the edge of the table, alerting Wonshik in full panic mode. Because Jesus, the table is literally a meter high for the smaller and no way the little person will survive.

He speedily cupped his hands and shoved them underneath just as the little one tumbled off the ledge, landing onto his palms with a plop. The smaller was full on sobbing at this point, arms tight around Wonshik's index finger in the horrendous fear of knowing he could've died. Little tear drops were cascading down his cheeks, coating Wonshik's finger in wetness, little sniffles and hiccups escaping the tiny person.

Wonshik felt instant sympathy, thumb cautiously brushing over the top of the little one's hair in an attempt to sooth him. He hated it when others cried. It didn't sit right with him at all. He carefully set the smaller on his pillow, watching as the smaller flopped onto the fabric, using his large sleeve to wipe at his overflowing eyes. Tentatively, the small person looked up and Wonshik smiled assuringly, not wanting to scare the person away. In all honesty, Wonshik was a softie for cute things and this little person was in the top of that list.

It was so small that Wonshik would've missed it, but he saw how the little one's lips curled into a soft smile.

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A month passed and the little person made himself home in Wonshik's home, adjusting quite well to Wonshik's routine. Wonshik had to admit, the small one was rather pleasant company to be with.

He learnt that the little one's name was Taekwoon and he was born from a bluebell two summers ago. He didn't have parents and he doesn't know of his kin so he survived on his own, building his own home and making his own clothes and provisions to live.