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"Uh sure, sit down please"
Minho tried to smile reassuringly as he pointed at the free seat across from him.
He watched the unfamiliar boy quietly, how he took his big backpack off with a huff and placed it down on the other seat, how he ran his fingers through his a bit too long hair that was half black, half blue and how he tried to pull his sweater down afterwards.
When he looked up at Minho, the older just smiled at him, receiving an unsure smile in return.
Jisung wasn't sure why the other man was smiling at him, it was confusing.
Did he have something on his face?
Indeed he wasn't that wrong with that, the ravenette had noticed the slightly bloodshot eyes and the dried tear stains on the younger's chubby cheeks, also the way Jisung's voice had sounded so sad and broken hadn't gone unnoticed by him.
But for now Minho didn't say anything and just kept watching how the boy started to rummage in his backpack for something, a water bottle apparently.
Because when the younger pulled the bottle out, he only sighed sadly noticing the remaining little bit of water but drank it eagerly nevertheless.
"Do you want something more to drink?"
"Ah no no, i-it's okay. Thank you so much sir!"
Jisung bowed hurriedly but groaned when he sat up again making Minho frown as he subconsciously placed his own hand on his belly.
But again he didn't comment on it.
The younger sighed with closed eyes as he rubbed the upper part of his belly before he started to rummage again, probably looking for something to eat.
Minho tilted his head softly when the other boy only pulled a crumpled paper bag out, an empty one that only left a few bread crumbs on the floor.
Jisung breathed in shakily as he closed his eyes in hope to keep the tears from falling but he failed.
Small crystal tears rolled down his pale chubby cheeks but he immediately lifted his hands up to wipe them away, he didn't want to cry in front of the stranger.
He didn't want to look like a pathetic crybaby.
But this time the ravenette wouldn't keep quiet.
"Hey."
Minho's heart ached when the boy looked at him with those sad doe eyes, those teary eyes that looked so broken.
So hopeless.
"Are you okay?"
And he could feel his heart breaking when the younger shook his head softly, a heartbreaking sob escaping him before he buried his face in his hands.
The tears were running endlessly, dropping on the boy's dark blue sweater and leaving dark spots on the stretched fabric over his belly.
Jisung wasn't sure when the last time was that he had cried so much like this but somehow he didn't feel embarrassed.
The stranger had asked him if he was okay and this was the answer.
He wasn't.
He fucking wasn't okay.
Minho reached into his bag and pulled his clean favorite kitty tissue out together with the spare water bottle he always carried with him before standing up to kneel in front of the boy.
"Hey sweetie, look at me"
The ravenette smiled gently as he placed the tissue in Jisung's hands but instead of using it, the blue-haired just cried even harder, overwhelmed by the sudden kindness.
That someone was actually caring.
Minho chuckled softly before taking the tissue again and lifted the boy's face up by his chin to carefully wipe the tears away.
Like a mother did to her child.
The younger blinked at him with his big glassy eyes, his sad stare drowning into thosewarm caramel orbs.
