One-Way Familiarity; { Minseok x Jongin }
There are the days that are so bad Jongin is craving nothing else the but the blissful, almost dead sleep he knows he’ll get when he closes his eyes. Because for Jongin sleep isn’t just sleep. Sleeping, but still doing his duty. It’s as if he closed his eyes to the real world and opened them to another all together. He gets home from a night class carrying his bag over his shoulder dropping it as soon as he’s inside the door and kicking his shoes off. He barely makes a few steps when he’s attacked by three dogs who he shoos because “daddy is tired guys, we’ll play later" and he pulls off his jacket dropping it on the sofa as he makes his way into the kitchen three nosy dogs in tow. He pours himself a bowl of cereal because he hates cooking and frankly doesn’t want to take the time to. He munches the plain frosted cereal at the table kicking the fuzzy toy across the tiled floor, watching dogs chase it. The toy use to be a stuffed squeaky but not is torn and shagged from abusive drooling poodles. He can only smile a little but it’s a tired smile knowing he’s half a second from falling asleep in his bowl. He finishes quickly and puts the bowl in the sink promising to do the dishes tomorrow when he wakes up. But he’s being lured to the bedroom by the promise of fueling himself up on dreams so he isn’t so darn exhausted and grumpy. He doesn’t bother with undressing, instead he falls on the bed face first and closes his eyes. He doesn’t take very long to sleep. The dreaming world was much like reality. If one didn’t know where to look they might assume it was reality. Jongin’s eyes open to a dream. It’s a nightmare. There is the vibe of discontent and he’s slightly uneasy. He spies the other on the ground and his stomach churns because Jongin has always had a weakness for tears. He doesn’t know what to do first— the dream feels like a memory. “Are you okay?” He asks bending down to help the other up. He isn’t sure what is going on but he doesn’t like watching someone suffer.
Leaning into the other as a source of comfort, Minseok let himself cry. That's right, he would always have his older brother with him no matter what. It's not like Minseok knew his parent's faces very well anyhow, they were always away. Though, the times they were around, he could remember being his happiest; the four of them together as a family. Since he was so young, Minseok only had vague memories--like, only images instead of full scenes in his head, but that was more than other people probably had. Now they're gone and he doesn't know why--he'll never know why.
After he had spoken again, Min noticed how his brother's voice seemed to have changed. The familiarity gone now and a sharp pain entering his heart as the words his brother had just spoken became nothing but a string of sweet lies. That's right; not only were his parents gone, but his brother as well. Even after promising to always stick by him. He couldn't handle the pain and left Minseok on his own.
Sniffling, the boy let the other help him up and brought his hands to his eyes, trying to rub the tears away, feeling awkward about crying with a stranger. He looked up at the taller male and stared blankly, feeling strangely alright with his presence despite not having the slightest clue who he was. Minseok had never felt so small and helpless before. "I'm..." he started, hands fidgeting as he had trouble reassuring the other and himself that he was fine. His lips trembled and he shook his head, clenching his small hands into fists. "No... They all left," he explained weakly, never having felt so alone in his life.
