#jinannie

Laughter filled the small room quickly. Jin lounged restlessly on his top bunk and Annie sat on the edge of the bed underneath. Flushed cheeks and childish grins found them as they spoke simply, forgetting for even a few hours that things weren’t so simple. Annie played with a long string in her hands, crossing and twisting it between her fingers and wrists.

"Take a look at this," Annie said.

Jin hung off the edge of his bed, hanging upside down to face Annie, who held her hands up to show a crisscrossed string intertwined in her hands.

"Cat’s cradle?"

Annie nodded. “Here, pull those.”

Jin reached down and did as she said. They stayed like that for a while, making shapes with string until Annie couldn’t remember how to make anything else. Jin’s hands were close to her’s in the mess of string, and they softly brushed against one another wordlessly.