shoves him over. gently - just enough to make him stumble a little. throws their jacket over his face and leans over and kisses his cheek. ❛ you're a dumbass, jun-kun. i hope you know that. ❜
“ that’s me, the dumbass. ”
it’s a quick thought, but he wonders of what kind of shoving their brothers would get, if it ever got out of hand - or annoying - for anyone. he finds himself barely asking himself if his personality would be different had he been an older or younger brother ( i wouldn’t have been alone, it’s a hopeful thought of a better life and yet it doesnt last. would i have killed them, too? ) before he brushed it away. “ ahah . . . ” once he’s sure they won’t close in like that, without any warning, he pulls the jacket off him.
