Fucking D.O Kyungsoo

Chapter 3

"Hyung, can we play the same thing we did yesterday?"

A bright smile and squinting eyes responded to the younger's pleading.

"Sure. What'll we bet on today?"

The child planted himself on the floor, crossing his legs and holding his feet, rocking back and forth with a frustrated glare before a smile broke through his focus.

"I want a candy bar."

"Again?"

"Well... Not just any candy bar... A really really big one."

"But what do I get if I win?"

The child went back to frowning, staring up at his older brother.

"You've never won before. You won't win this time."

"Oh yeah?"

His brother set down the box holding the game, crossing his legs in front of the child and ruffling his hair.

"I just do that on purpose so you won't cry like a little baby."

"I'm not a baby!" The child protested, swatting away his brother's hand. "I'm five years old already!"

He held up three fingers, scowling at his own calculations and quickly raising two more.

"Exactly. I'm almost fifteen. You're practically a baby compared to me."

The child stuck out his lower lip, watching as his brother picked up the lid from the box and began to set up the game.

"It's not my fault I got here late. Mom said the stork got lost on the way here and almost dropped me off in Australia by mistake."

The elder chuckled, ignoring his hand phone and handing the younger a bag full of pieces for him to choose from.

"How would she know?"

The child pulled out a blue one, handing the bag back.

"She told me herself. She said it's a miracle the stork didn't pass out flying over the ocean."

"So you're a miracle?"

"Mom said so."

"Well I guess it must be true then."

His hyung showed bright eyes and white teeth as he took out a green piece and set it at 'start'.

"Were you a miracle too hyung?"

The taller shook his head, leaning over the board and holding the child's chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"I don't need to be a miracle. My little brother is a big enough one for both of us."

~

Kyungsoo stood in the midst of the convenience store, staring lifelessly at the different flavors of ramen and wondering if maybe he should just give up and not buy anything.

He was hoping desperately he could convince Jongin to come over again. This time though, he wasn't looking to pleasure himself, he was hoping, maybe if he didn't mention it in the phone call, he could convince Jongin to stay and just 'hang out'. He wanted to learn more about the younger, his favorite movie, his favorite snack, how late he normally stayed up and how soggy he liked his noodles. Everything.

Finally, after half an hour of loitering from aisle to aisle he went to the cashier, bags of chips and different flavors of milk being unloaded from his basket and placed into a bag. He had spent ₩42,000 on a bunch of junk and he was absolutely sure that if he couldn't get Jongin to stay he'd be sick and three pounds heavier by the time he were done with it all.