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theblueintheday2015-10-24 11:39 pm
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[team sonic] pink and blue
pink and blue
First words from together, morning baby.
Title from Pink and Blue by IDA
Inspired by this screencap of Jinwoo as he drinks milk angrily on WINNER TV.
The wind brushes leaves up against the window, scraping gently across the glass; it's not autumn yet, but a few green leaves have lost the fight, remnants from the storm last night even though the sky is clear today, the sun bright.
Jinwoo is sitting at the table, strumming his fingers across the wood, while his younger brother Seokjin stands at the stove, flipping pancakes, the sizzle as he pours the batter on the pan, the swish as he flips the pancake in the air, catching it skillfully again as he sets the pan back on the gas flame.
"It's not fair," Jinwoo sulks, kicking his nine year old heels against the woof of the chair legs, his feet don't reach the floor when he sits on the kitchen chairs and yet Seokjin, only eight, can rest his feet on the floor, and he's tall enough to be allowed to use the stove.
Jinwoo knows for a fact that he would be just as good of a cook as Seokjin, if only he was allowed, but he's not, and the fact irks him, I'm the older brother! and yet his mom had told Seokjin to keep the house safe as the door clicked shut behind her and dad as they drove off to visit grandpa who was in the hospital again, the result of a weak heart.
The fact the Jinwoo and Seokjin weren't riding along in the back seat, promised ice cream on the way home from their favorite ice cream parlour if they were on their best behaviour, only because Jinwoo had woken up with the sniffles and wouldn't be allowed into the geriatric ward, only added insult to injury.
"I'm not a baby!" Jinwoo had protested, and everyone had laughed including Seokjin, standing whole centimetres taller even though he was only in stocking feet and Jinwoo was wearing his favourite high tops.
Jinwoo eyes Seokjin as he turns off the flame and brings the plate of pancakes over to the table, grinning as he forks a pancake onto his plate and drizzles on the syrup.
"I made your favourite banana pancakes," he says, his eyes crinkling as he smiles, large mouth opening wide to fit in half a pancake, and Jinwoo can't be mad at him even though his wants to, because Seokjin always remembers his favourite things and never makes fun of him for being short. That doesn't stop him from being sulky at the situation though, as he stews in his seat at the table, eyeing the pancakes and drinking his milk angrily.
That doesn't stop him from being sulky at the situation though, as he stews in his seat at the table, eyeing the pancakes and drinking his milk angrily.
First words from together, morning baby.
Title from Pink and Blue by IDA
Inspired by this screencap of Jinwoo as he drinks milk angrily on WINNER TV.
The wind brushes leaves up against the window, scraping gently across the glass; it's not autumn yet, but a few green leaves have lost the fight, remnants from the storm last night even though the sky is clear today, the sun bright.
Jinwoo is sitting at the table, strumming his fingers across the wood, while his younger brother Seokjin stands at the stove, flipping pancakes, the sizzle as he pours the batter on the pan, the swish as he flips the pancake in the air, catching it skillfully again as he sets the pan back on the gas flame.
"It's not fair," Jinwoo sulks, kicking his nine year old heels against the woof of the chair legs, his feet don't reach the floor when he sits on the kitchen chairs and yet Seokjin, only eight, can rest his feet on the floor, and he's tall enough to be allowed to use the stove.
Jinwoo knows for a fact that he would be just as good of a cook as Seokjin, if only he was allowed, but he's not, and the fact irks him, I'm the older brother! and yet his mom had told Seokjin to keep the house safe as the door clicked shut behind her and dad as they drove off to visit grandpa who was in the hospital again, the result of a weak heart.
The fact the Jinwoo and Seokjin weren't riding along in the back seat, promised ice cream on the way home from their favorite ice cream parlour if they were on their best behaviour, only because Jinwoo had woken up with the sniffles and wouldn't be allowed into the geriatric ward, only added insult to injury.
"I'm not a baby!" Jinwoo had protested, and everyone had laughed including Seokjin, standing whole centimetres taller even though he was only in stocking feet and Jinwoo was wearing his favourite high tops.
Jinwoo eyes Seokjin as he turns off the flame and brings the plate of pancakes over to the table, grinning as he forks a pancake onto his plate and drizzles on the syrup.
"I made your favourite banana pancakes," he says, his eyes crinkling as he smiles, large mouth opening wide to fit in half a pancake, and Jinwoo can't be mad at him even though his wants to, because Seokjin always remembers his favourite things and never makes fun of him for being short. That doesn't stop him from being sulky at the situation though, as he stews in his seat at the table, eyeing the pancakes and drinking his milk angrily.