𝙆𝙥𝙤𝙥 𝘽𝙭𝘽 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 [𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙]

ㅁSiyoung x Youngseokㅁ

MinSugaAugstxD
Under Nineteen
Hybrid
Warnings:(Mentions of past abuse)
Request

Youngseok gently taps his finger in an uneven rhythm, his knuckles occasionally knocking against the arm of his chair as he swings his legs back and forth.

Humming gently he watches his father work, transitioning from sifting through papers, to answering calls and even occasionally yelling at someone for something they did wrong.

He smiles softly, even when his dad was yelling he knew that he was a good dad, and a good police officer because he always would follow up with subtle compliments.

"The hell Francine, I told you to refill the ink cartridges. You're an amazing cook but you are terrible at remembering things."

He watches as his dad combs his hands through his greying hair, sending a wink his way causing Youngseok to laugh.

Looking away from his dad he surveys the rest of the relatively small station, waving at the receptionist by the door, a wide smile on his face as he focuses on the boy sitting against the opposite wall.

He looked dreadfully uncomfortable on the long wooden bench, a small blanket draped around his thin looking shoulders as he seems to shiver in place.

Youngseok lifts his eyes to the boy's face, allowing them to trace over the gentle curve of his lips and the soft, natural pink blush to his cheeks.

His eyes rise higher, a pair of dull golden brown ones quickly look away as Youngseok blinks a few times.

His eyes refocus, this time taking in the boy's entire face, including the pair of fuzzy black ears.

They seem to twitch in response, flattening close to his head as he quickly flips the edge of the blanket up and over to cover the extra appendages.

"Hey."

He stands up, coming to sit beside the boy, tilting his head slightly expecting a response to his presence.

When only silence follows he can't help but look at the boy again.

He shivers silently, seemingly afraid of anything that moves.

His eyes constantly flick between the door, the floor and each person that dares move even a centimeter.

He seems to be afraid of anything and everything.

Youngseok gently places his hand on the boy's back, rubbing soothing circle against the blanket.

He feels him tense beneath his hand but chooses to ignore it.

"My name is Youngseok."

Goosebumps rise along the male's flesh as he relaxes slightly into Youngseok's hand.

"My dad is the officer with the special flag on his arm, it's really small so you may not be able to see it. "

The boy exhales, his ears perking up and knocking the blanket down his head a bit.

"Are you cold?"

The boy's lips part to speak but by then Youngseok has already shed his coat, wrapping it around the boy's shoulder before buttoning one button so that it couldn't fall off.

He smiles warmly, causing the other's cheeks to heat up.

"Don't move an inch, I'll be right back."

The boy watches as Youngseok speed walks to the receptionist's desk.

He smiles minisculely to himself, shifting an inch to the side just to spite him.