FIC~
“Sometimes I just want to break your arms and legs.”
Seung-ri peers down into his bowl, trying to fish out what’s left of his noodles. They keep slipping. “So why don’t you?” he asks, his brows knitted in a small frown as he concentrates, looking rather like a small child, only his tongue isn’t lolling out of his mouth.
“It wouldn’t be fair,” says Ji-yong. He watches Seung-ri poke about in his bowl. “Give up. It’s empty.”
“I could fight back, you know.”
“I’m sure you could.”
“There’s no need to be sarcastic, I bet if I --- AHA!” Seung-ri triumphs with a small piece of ramen caught between his chopsticks.
“Times like these,” Ji-yong hisses, and the chair screeches as he pulls away from the table. He doesn’t elaborate. Seung-ri sits alone for two whole minutes before he trails after him into the living room.
“I can fight back. If you want.” He sits on the sofa, balancing on the very edge. If he sits too close, Ji-yong will push him off and poor Seung-ri will hurt his tushie. It’s a good word, tushie.
“That’s not the point.”
Seung-ri waits.
“The point is that I want to.”
“I know,” Seung-ri whispers softly. He folds his hands, letting them rest on his thighs as Ji-yong changes the channels on the telly. There’s nothing on, of course. Seung-ri could have told him that.
“It doesn’t bother you at all, does it.”
“No. Not really. Can we watch a film?”
“I could snap your bones right off, Seung-ri.”
“Yes.” Seung-ri carefully reaches over and takes the remote from Ji-yong’s hand. Cold fingers clamp down around his wrists and twist it - Seung-ri thinks that it hurts. But he would have seen it coming from miles away, he isn’t stupid. There’s no need to snatch his arm back, so he doesn’t. Instead, he listens.
“I could knock your teeth out and smack your nose right back into your skull. I could smash your knees. I could rip your tonsils out of your throat.”
“You could break my heart,” Seung-ri says quietly as he lays his head to rest on Ji-yong’s lap, curling his body up into a little ball. It’s safer like that, he reckons. The same hand that grabbed at him pets through his hair.
“Yeah, I could,” says Ji-yong.
And Seung-ri just smiles.
End~