Memories
Dedicated to @bluejayjay, happy birthday
A kid sat on a rocking chair, their grandmother next to them, holding their hand, some cartoon was playing on the old tv.
But the kid grew up, he was a boy now, almost an adult now, fondly watching the framed picture of that moment, so far away from him now.
He picked it up, caressing the glass in a nostalgic way, before putting it down again on his nightstand.
Memories flooded him, making him sigh loudly and lay back on his back.
Closing his eyes, he let those memories lull him.
That rocking chair. His favourite cartoons. Her favourite old, dramatic TV serie, that he really never cared about. The snacks she will make him. Her house.
The house where he grew up, where he felt safe, in that way that only his dear grandma could manage.
A loud, muffled noise was heard in the silence, but the boy kept his eyes closed, a smirk slowly forming on his face.
His grandma house, the place that gave him so many memories, but not only about her.
Summer nights. Drawings and doodles scattered everywhere. Horror stories. The same snacks, but with different people.
The image of his grandma slowly disappeared from his mind, a small boy in an oversized moomin PJ took his place.
Ah, that boy, a living headache.
How they manage to stay together in a room without jumping at each other's throats always was and will be a mystery for everyone who saw them. It was not a secret how much they personality crashed, two hard headed, sharp tongued boy, both specialised in using intelligence as a weapon, spitting venom without a second thought.
Now, don't misunderstand them, they're not devils, I mean, their friends do call them like that, but they just are really honest, straightforward and a little bit tired of the disgusting society they live in.
To resume it all, they were two extra, dramatic and extra dramatic drama queen, one of them with a slight anger issue, and they were not going to lose their title to no one, not even each other.
Especially not to each other.
Hilariously enough, even with their endless squabbles, they cared for each other.
The smirk on the boy grew even more at all those sweet memories, suddenly opening his eyes, jumping out of bed.
Going down the corridor, he reached the kitchen, where the boy of his thoughts was cooking, wearing the same moomin PJ. He was humming a song, too lost in his little world to notice the arms sneaking around his middle and the head dropping in the crook of his neck.
The chinese boy jumped a bit, startled "Hey, do you want me to burn everything down? What the hell goes on your mind, you shithead".
He kept cooking, but when he heard no response, he craned his neck, trying to get a better look on his friend. "Hey, Hyuck, is everything okay?".
After another minute of silence, he turned off the stove, wiggling in Donghyuck's embrace in order to get face to face.
He managed to get a bit of space between them and he gently cupped the taller boy's cheeks, drawing small circles with his thumbs.
Donghyuck leaned on the touch, arms tightening around the waist of his dear friend, eyes lovingly boring on his face with a seriousness too out of character for his loud and extra self.
"Thank you, Renjun" he whispered.
Renjun stilled his movements, confused from his friend's sudden behaviour "Wh-What?".
"Thank you" repeated Donghyuck "for replacing happy moments with even happier ones" he tugged the still confused boy closer to him, nuzzling his face back on Renjun's neck, said boys arms wrapping around Donghyuck's own neck. "always worrying for me, always being here" he took a deep breath "you mean so much to me".
One of Renjun's hand slowly moved, reaching Donghyuck's head and patting his hair down in a soothing matter.
With nothing else being said, they stayed like this. Donghyuck's arms securely wrapped around Renjun thin frame in a protective way. Renjun's hand a gentle reminder on Donghyuck's head.
And maybe, even if they both are known for being extra and loud, Donghyuck didn't need Renjun to talk, in order to know what the older boy thought.

















