Happy Birthday Bailey. May you always have laughter in the midst of pain
“Don’t move!” Namjoon shouted across the room, arms splayed wide to keep him away. Taehyung froze, one bare foot in the air, shoulders hunched, looking around warily.
“Ooooooookay. What’s going on?” Taehyung asked, starting to wobble.
“I broke a glass this morning and I thought I got all the pieces, but I just saw a glint. Stay still.” Namjoon was on his knees note, tilting his head and squinting.
“Can I put my foot down at least?”
“Sure, just don’t take any steps.” Namjoon was running his hands along the floor, scooting slowly, clearing a safe path as he went. He stopped in front of Taehyung and stood, brushing his hands on his pants. “Alright. Now, follow me and only step where I step, you understand?”
“Understood. Follow the leader. Literally!” Taehyung smiled wide at his own joke, eyes disappearing in adorable crinkles. Namjoon stepped carefully and Taehyung was right behind him.
Right. Behind. Him. "Taehyung, you don’t have to be so close,“ he said, squirming away from the press of Taehyung’s shoulders against his.
“But how else will I be able to walk in your footsteps,” Taehyung said, breath hot in his ear.
“Just look where you’re putting your feet.” Taehyung giggled but lagged a half-step behind. Namjoon squinted at the floor and placed his feet with care. They had only gone a few steps when Taehyung shouted and Namjoon turned to see him holding one foot in his hand, glaring at it with a look of utter betrayal on his face. Namjoon sighed. “Looks like you found it. Stay put and I’ll go get some tweezers.” Taehyung sat down with a grunt, still holding his foot in the air. Namjoon rushed to get the first aid kit and returned to see Taehyung tugging at the shard of glass. He slapped his hand away. “Quit it, you’ll just make it worse.”
“Sorry, hyung,” Taehyung said softly. Namjoon looked up at Taehyung through his lashes. Crouched down by his feet, looking up at Taehyung’s pout, Namjoon was reminded how young he really was, in heart as well.
“It’s fine. I’m sorry.” Namjoon gripped the tweezers tightly, tugging the small shard out and holding it up triumphantly. “Should have swept better,” Namjoon explained, rubbing a bit of antibiotic ointment over the tiny cut.
“Eh, I should have been wearing shoes.” Taehyung shrugged.
“And I could have not broken the glass, but look at us. Are either of those things likely to happen?” Taehyung shook his head and Namjoon was relieved to see his smile returning.
“So, now that I’m injured, will you give me a piggyback ride to my room?” Taehyung asked, waggling his eyebrows. Namjoon dropped his foot and stood quickly.
“Don’t push your luck.”