i’ve been saving these last words,
for one last miracle.
Jongin doesn’t trust anyone. Ever. Trust is for fools, he thinks, because little boys hold grudges. Because little boys very rarely forget hurtful things. Because as a little boy, he was kidnapped and almost killed by his own uncle. So Jongin builds walls around his heart, and for thirteen years, he hasn’t let anyone in. He’s still a little boy trapped in his own defenses.
Kyungsoo is comfort personified. Bright, wide eyes that put his emotions on display to complete strangers and loved ones alike. A heart that is much too large for his small frame. He cares about all the people in his life, even those that have just walked into it.
Kyungsoo knows Jongin needs help. And Kyungsoo wants to help. But Jongin just can’t let him, because the last time they spoke, Kyungsoo hugged Jongin and Jongin felt a slight, sharp tug in his heart that was never there before, that he couldn’t explain away. After that happened, Jongin tried his best to stay away from Kyungsoo. He makes my heart hurt, was Jongin’s reasoning.
Little boys don’t often understand love.