Fucking D.O Kyungsoo

Chapter 4

"Shoot him dammit!"

"You know Mom doesn't like it when you curse."

The boy, age fourteen, frowns, his eyes rolling and meeting his brother's stern expression.

"You know, ever since you got past drinking age you became a real killjoy. I know you're almost twenty-three and all but that doesn't mean you're an old man yet. Loosen up a little."

"Look who's talking." The elder ignores the new wave of zombies coming toward them, setting down his controller and ignoring the younger's pleads of 'we can't pause what are you doing!?' and 'We almost got to the thirtieth fucking wave how could you stop!?', eyeing the chestnut-haired boy intently as the menu came up on the screen. "You're the one who's all 'let me study I have to make it into college!' and 'There's no time for me to talk I've got basketball practice, and swim practice, and this girl on the cheer squad was flirting with me in the cafeteria the other day so you should get back into your truck before she sees us and I get shit-fuck embarrassed being seen with my ahjusshi of a brother.'" He raised the pitch of his voice, mocking the younger.

"Well whatever." The boy turned to the TV once more, moving his analog stick and highlighting the word 'restart'. "I'll apologize if you go another round with me."

The elder laughs, a loud, boisterous laugh from deep in his throat, the bright squinty-eyed smile returning.

"Alright, fine." He grabs the fourteen year old (who's particularly tall for his age), scooting his butt along the carpet and dragging him closer.

"What are you doing?" the younger cranes his neck, looking down at his brother's hands placed on his hips.

The elder ignores him, luckily able to overpower the strong willed kid and forcing him up, the latter's butt fitting nicely into the gap left in the other's crossed legs and the boy flinched at the feeling of his hyung's chest pressed against his spine as he reached around the figure, picking up his controller from the ground, the plastic meeting his right hand in front of the smaller's chest, his arms looped around him.

"What the hell?"

The elder places his chin on the boy's right shoulder, looking up at the TV screen.

"Like this, I'll definitely get us past wave forty, I swear it."

The younger's eyes light up as his voice brightens with excitement.

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"But um, is this normal?"

The elder frowns, his voice incredibly matter-of-fact as the game begins.

"What do you mean 'is this normal'?" He snorts. "We're brothers. It's not like skinship is forbidden."

The younger nods, blinking rapidly, trying to get his eyes to stop burning as he prepared for the first wave of zombies to appear, the controls rather awkward as he had his lummox of a brother wrapped around him.

"Fine. Whatever. But if you fucking die before wave thirty I'm going to fill your pillow with chocolate pudding."

"Just shut up and play the game."

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"Kyungsoo?" Jongin looked at the small figure with wide eyes, quickly correcting himself. "I mean um, Mr. D.O?" using his last name in such a way felt extremely awkward but he ignored his instincts to speak informally as this was his elder after all and they didn't have any sort of personal relationship. He gripped his umbrella tightly, to the point of his knuckles turning white; his left hand stuffed into the pocket of his insulated jacket as he stared in front of him where Kyungsoo stood, eyes wide as always, plastic shopping bag in hand, and shyness clearly evident over every curve and contour of his face.