#mpking

          Hanhwa was stacking up the books right back to its place. Since he couldn’t really read properly, he opted to just memorize where the books belonged to. Once he placed the last book on the tray at the right place, he was about to return back to his post when he was a man looking a little bit lost. The young boy blinked once and twice, looking at the man’s back in curiosity. Normally, he wouldn’t try to approach other people because he’s not allowed to. He was just a mere object back in his house but it seems different here. While even speaking is a taboo in his house, it seems that he’s encouraged to speak and ask people when they need some help. 

          The younger still feels like he’s making a big mistake as he approaches the other male, but his parents are dead and the other librarians seem to be a little bit kind to him even though he doesn’t understand why, he liked having the feeling when his chest isn’t trying to suffocate him. “Uh,” he called out softly, since it’s the library and you’re not allowed to make such a noise it seems, “do you need...any help?” he raised his eyebrows, unsure if he’s questioning the man if he needs some help or it’s because he’s not sure if his words are correct.

           Hanhwa glances over the picture book on the table. The picture shows a little girl with her arms spread wide on each of her sides. He’s told that he’s learning more if he acts on it and thus why he’s trying to mimic what the girl in the picture book is doing. Hanhwa unsteadily raised his arms up, spread it to his sides just like the girl did. He doesn’t know why the other--his real, biological father had agreed on doing this with him. “Am I doing this correctly?” he mutters to himself, tilting his head to the side in a small quirk whenever he’s confused. 

          Once he has confirmed that he is indeed doing it correctly, he looks up to God's eyes. There isn’t any expectation or glimmer reflected on his eyes. He doubted that the other would actually hug him. He had never once had physical contact in this form before, he’s not sure the benefit of this either but he still has his arms wide open for the other, head tilting as he waits for his father to complete just like the next picture. A hug, it’s what it’s called, Hanhwa never experienced that before.