He nods, because he’ll always lend you money when you need it, if you need it. After handing you enough money to cover whatever you want he sits down and watches you go, before tipping his head back and willing the slight buzz of alcohol to exit his system. He’s not sick and he doesn’t have a headache but his brain feels a bit foggy and he doesn’t like that. Sighing a little, he hopes you’ll get a big drink of something because he could use one. This is quite the situation… he understands what your parents want and what their intentions are, but at the same time he wants to keep coddling you, even though that’s not healthy for either of us. Basically, we have to grow up, and as your hyung, it’s his responsibility to take the wheel and steer us in the right direction. And you might be scared because this is new, but Chanyeol is terrified because he feels so crazily responsible. For you, for himself, for everything.
He goes up to the counter and squints at the menu for far longer than necessary, the woman at the register tapping her foot and glaring in impatience. Jongin eventually orders himself a chicken sandwich and a water. It’s so much less than he’d normally eat but as hungry as he should feel right now, he just feels queasy. Shifting from foot to foot happens for only so long up at the counter before he carries back the so nearly bare tray back and all of your change wrinkled in his fist. He was never good with smaller amounts of money but having done his whole street dancing thing had helped… He drops the tray down on the same side of the booth as Chanyeol and sits down, scooting close to his cousin’s side and letting out a little sigh. “I don’t even..really feel that hungry… drink the water, hyung. It’ll help your head..”
What makes mothers all that they are?
Might as well ask, “What makes a star?”
“No,” he reassures you that your stomach wasn’t growling, but you definitely were throwing yourself around like a starved man. He’ll save your ego and not say that, though. His arm is secure around your shoulders and when we reach the subway stairs he steers you towards the right, towards a burger joint we stop by often when visiting your parents. “We won’t be living off of fast food, Jongin. I won’t let us.” It’ll take great financial planning, but Chanyeol will make sure that there is food on the table.
You’re the only stabilizing thing he’s got left… and that’s probably not saying much if you’re dealing with those hints of alcohol on your breath. Right now what are we, really? Two just barely men…torn asunder from all we grew up in. This was ridiculous and painful and it wasn’t going away. But his parents had found the perfect little niche of how to handle it, to be honest. They’d gotten Chanyeol on their side…no matter how much Jongin whined now, it was useless. He just huffs again softly and reaches to open the burger joint’s door when we reach it. “…Can i borrow money, Yeol?” He winces at his own question, moving through the restaurant to make sure you get seated comfortably at a booth before he takes enough won to get him a meager meal, and heads up to the counter to order.
Your panic makes him chuckle and he nips at your lower lip, contemplating the subway and how sober he feels; but he doesn’t want to take a risk so he nods, pocketing the keys and moving his hand to undo your seatbelt. “Yeah, hold on.” His long limbs unfold from the car and he rounds to your side, opening up the door and helping you out; really, it’s just insurance that you really won’t run at the house again. He flashes a small smile and slings his arm around your shoulders, the slight height difference helping as he starts to lead you away from the property. “Let’s get you something to eat.”
“To eat?” He replies in slight confusion, like he’d forgotten entirely where we had just been and what had just happened, walking alongside you down the street toward the nearest subway station entrance. “Has my stomach been growling this whole time…?” Jongin winces, and nuzzles against Yeol’s shoulder a little bit. “How was dinner? Just going by a fastfood place is fine for me… cheap food.. at least I like that stuff… if I’ll be living off of it…”
Always concerned about him. Sometimes he’s afraid he’ll fall off the pedestal you’ve put him on, and he’s terrified of the crash he knows that will greet him on the cold hard ground. He watches your face, how the droop of your eyes and lips indicates that you’ve finally given up the fight, and he keeps pressing his lips over the flesh of your hand, smiling against your skin. Life doesn’t always work out the way one wants it to, even with careful and meticulous planning like we had. But we’re more than capable of getting by. “Hey,” he says softly, using his hold on your hand to help himself lean over the arm rest, pressing his lips softly to yours. “Jongin ah, I love you.”
“Hmm?” He hums back at you, turning his head so he can see your face in the waning sunlight of the evening. You get closer by the second and he could panic..we’re still basically on his parents property after all, but if this is all a risk anyway then why not add some more, so he kisses you back with a needy fervor. “Same..love you, Yeol..” We’re in a car and it makes it so inconvenient since he wants to hold you. Bury his face against your shoulder and forget about his troubles. “Maybe we should just take the subway home for now…come get this thing a different day……. I promise I won’t run at the house again…”
❤ Favorite Pairing:
❤ Least Favorite Member:
❤ Who’s Most Like Me:
❤ Most Attractive:
❤ Reason Why The Chosen Member Is My Bias: