#sscjongin

*smiles and pounces on top of you, tickling your sides* Good little love.  Hyung promises to play chase and hide and seek with you tomorrow~

*smirks and opens his arms instead* Little dongsaeng~  Be a good boy and come here~

*grins widely and laughs a little* Thanks, darling dongsaeng.  Now, c’mere since you’ve already half-opened my present

[text] I miss you, too.  I’m glad you’re back now, though

*snorts* And you’ll get put in the corner for it, I guarantee

"You really did a number on yourself," Kris remarks as he carefully washes the cuts and scrapes on Jongin’s knees with a washcloth.  He’d seen the whole thing happen, and what seems to be hurting the most from Jongin’s hard fall on the concrete steps up to their building entrance is the boy’s pride."Yeah…" Jongin’s voice is tight and tremulous, like he’s trying not to cry.  Kris doesn’t look up yet, giving his friend some privacy."This is gonna sting a little," he warns as he rubs and antiseptic pad over both knees.  Jongin cries out and then Kris hears a sniff as he lets both knees dry before placing large square band-aids over them  "Come here," he coos and hugs Jongin, who’s perched on his kitchen counter while Kris administers first aid.  " ‘M not a baby," Jongin mutters as he wipes his eyes.  "I know you’re not," Kris replies simply, hugging Jongin’s sagging body."I’m tired of crying…" the other whispers, even as a couple more tears fall.  "It will pass.  It’ll all pass," Kris reassures him, stroking the back of Jongin’s neck and spine.  "It’s okay to cry.  If you feel sad you know you can always come see me."  Familiar arms snake around him as Jongin’s face finds its usual spot in Kris’ neck.  "We’ll replace your jeans, too," he promises, gently rubbing one patched up knee through the ripped holes in Jongin’s jeans.  "I’ll fix as much of you as I can."

[/ he lets you go enough to look you in the eye, though that in itself is its own way of pinning people, holding them with his avid expectant gaze /]