WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

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For as long as Soobin could remember, his world revolved around Yeonjun. Or maybe, Yeonjun revolved around Soobin.

Soobin can't decide as he stares down at the picture in his hands. It's framed and usually sitting atop the fireplace in Soobin's living room. The photo was a slightly chubbier five-year-old Soobin engulfing a skinny eight-year-old Yeonjun who sported an awkward and uneven smile. Yeonjun's little arms were glued to his sides, pinned under little Soobin.

Cute

The now, eighteen-year-old Soobin thought as he dusted the frame, still analyzing the photo.

"Soobin!"

Soobin jumps at the sound of his father calling him. The picture drops from his hand and onto the floor.

While bending to retrieve it, the duster also falls to the floor. "Dad," Soobin groans dramatically before quickly placing the photo back in its position, next to other framed pictures, all either of Soobin, his dad, or Yeonjun.

Soobin's dad walks into their spacious living room wearing his usual dress pants and a collared shirt. Soobin's dad has always been conservative, raising Soobin to be modest- and moral, of course... but modest.

Soobin eyes his dad's outfit, "Is Church... like, open?" Soobin asks, confused but amused.

"What?" Soobin's dad asks as he walks up to Soobin, a necktie in his hand.

"What's the matter? I always dress like this," His father says stiffly. Soobin sighs and walks up to the very tall figure, his usual monotone voice and furrowed brows making Soobin laugh internally.

"A tie? What for? It's already 9pm" Soobin smiles as his father hands the tie to Soobin. Soobin flexes the material in his hand before reaching up, gently fixing the tie properly around the suit collar and steps back, no longer on his toes.

"It's for work. Emergency."

Soobin rolls his eyes. His father has always been a man of little words. Like me, Soobin chuckles.

"Is Yeonjun available?"

Soobin pauses.

"Dad... I'm eighteen, and Yeonjun isn't an excellent babysitter anyway." Soobin mumbles as he passes his father to make his way upstairs.

Soobin's father huffs as he adjusts his outfit and checks the Rolex. "I don't want you alone in the house, Soobin. Not past ten, you know the rules. I'm calling him."

Soobin stops halfway up the smooth wooden staircase and sighs loudly.

"What was that?" Soobin's father snaps.

"Dad, please. Yeonjun and I... I'm not speaking to him right now," Soobin mutters softly, eyes on the steps below him, brows furrowed. His father scoffs and makes his way to the front door, shrugging on a jacket before reaching for the phone in his back pocket.

"Since when? Soobin?"

"Since... today."

"Okay, I'm calling him. He takes good care of you."

Soobin's eyes widen, and he turns around to face the front door. He sees the glow of his father's phone past his broad shoulders, so Soobin panics.

"I'm good! I'm always good! Why don't you trust me? You say you do all the time," Soobin whines. His father softly curses, realizing the time.

"I have seven minutes, Soobin, call him yourself. I have to go. I love you and trust you, but you might choke on food again or leave another candle on in your room for the whole night," Soobin's dad says as he exits the house, his last words muffled by the slam of the front door. Soobin gulps and turns to walk up the rest of the stairs, defeated.