Truth's Little Hero (cont.)
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“So we’re not gonna talk about this?” Jongdae spoke up as the trio found their path.
Minseok unexpectedly tackled Jongdae to the ground and showered the man with kisses.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry for punching you.” Minseok attacked the man at his sides with tickles. Jongdae wailed for him to stop, but only received more. Minseok was so happy that Jongdae was finally back that he let the first instinct to be playful take over.
When they settled down, Minseok and Jongdae took their moment together and stared at each other in the most heartfelt of ways.
“I really am sorry.” Minseok said sincerely this time.
“I know… I am too.” Jongdae tucked a hair behind Minseok’s ear.
They claimed each other’s lips, savoring every second as it were their last. Melting into the moment to remember what it was like to feel each other, to have each other in their arms and safe from the chaotic world.
Yixing, on the other hand, scrunched up his lip and tried not to watch his uncle’s be so very romantic. Minseok didn’t let the action go unnoticed. Instead, he reached for Yixing’s hand and pulled him down.
“Come here you!” Both Minseok and Jongdae began tickling Yixing, blowing raspberries on his cheeks and neck.
Yixing’s high pitched squeals were delightful, making their excruciating pains all the more worth it.
“Are you okay, though?” Minseok asked when the tickling’s had settled and Yixing was squished in between the two males laying on the ground, side by side on the thin layer of snow.
“I think so.. It took me three days to fully gain control over my body, but its still here. There’s not much I can do about it really, but to fight the urge…”
Minseok ran his hand through Jongdae’s tousled hair attentively.
“We’ll get through this. We’ll get you fixed. I promise… I’m glad you’re back, though.” Minseok whispered as he left a kiss on Jongdae’s lips once more.
“Me too… And!” Jongdae sat up and cradled Yixing in his arms. “We get to go on another adventure together.” Jongdae smiled brightly to the two males beside him.
“Actually..” Minseok sat up. “Yixing?”
“Hm?” He responded cheerily.
“How would you feel to spend the next couple of months with us, still?” Minseok asked with a soft smile, but a little cautiously.
“Or… How would you like to spend the rest of our days together?”
Yixing looked between the two men, his eyebrows furrowed with endearment, looking for veracity in their faces.
“Do you mean it?” He asked innocently.
“With all our hearts.” Minseok added.
“I’d love to!” Yixing flung his arms around both their necks and hugged them tightly.
Each of them relished the moment in the small amounts of snow that fell from the sky. Enjoying the feeling of being so close to each other once more.
“Oh! I found you something Minseok.”
“What is it?” He asked eagerly.
“Here.” Jongdae held up a small velvet looking box. It was much too large to be a wedding ring box, he knew that much. But what on earth could Jongdae have possibly found him?
Minseok opened the box slowly, gasping at the sight.
“Oh Jongdae… It’s beautiful…”
A golden plated watch had been sitting perfectly in the case. Ticking preciously with every second that passed by.
“I know it’s not the one your mother gave you, but why not a golden watch, for the golden city?” Jongdae smiled. Minseok in turn kissed Jongdae’s cheek so forcefully that it almost made them tip over.
“Ah, ah! That hurts!” Jongdae whined as Minseok leaned on Yixing and his broken arm.
“Thank you.” Said Minseok with a warm, sincere smile.
“Now if we ever do get separated, there will always be a part of me with you. And you have to promise me not to get behind time, always stay with it.”
“Don’t talk like that Dae… Don’t talk like you’re already going to leave… You just got here…” Minseok frowned, the apprehension in his nerves starting to grow.
“We’re a broken family.” Said Yixing thoughtfully.
“Yixing?” Minseok questioned-terribly confused.
“We’re a broken family… And.. That’s okay. Because I know that when I’m with you guys, everything will be okay. And that’s also okay… So we’ll look for a new tomorrow with each other, and spend every day together.” Yixing managed as his fingers played with the backs of both Jongdae’s and Minseok’s hair, his eyes focused on their shoulders. He was so concentrated on finding the right words to say, that his face was so adorably serious to the two males he was talking to. “That way we won’t ever get separated.” Small Yixing may have said those words for his own selfish reasons, of wanting Uncle Dae to always stay and for the three of them to never be separated. But Yixing would never truly know what his words meant to the two older males.
In that moment, both Minseok and Jongdae realized something. The reason why they went through so much pain and suffering in the last couple of months. The reason why they would risk their lives to ensure the safety of this strange, yet perfect family.
This small child, this frail, thin and blonde child was the one thing they so desperately clung on to. The reason why love bound them so fiercely to one another.
He was their symbol of hope; their little hero.
They say children are the essence of truth. They speak their mind and give no second thought to what their words might mean in the future. If they think someone is fat, they will not hesitate to say so-if they think someone is mean, they will not hesitate to say so. Of course there are exceptions, but there is always a sense of truth and honesty from them. And there’s always something a little wrong when a lie is spoken in the presence of a child.
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