The warmth on his toes and the brightness of the sun wakes Dallon up with a throbbing headache.
He blinks blearily, staring at the celling of a room that is not his own. Dallon knows isn't his hotel room.
Sitting up from bed proved to be a task as his head ache continues to throb, in addition of the glaring light from the windows hitting his eyes.
With his throat dry, and his body drenched in sweat, he barely had any idea what happened last night but he concludes that he probably overworked himself.
He rubs his small hand over his eyes, clearing away his blurry vision.
...Hand. Small. Small hand.
Dallon turns to the hands in his lap and it was indeed small. That means...
"I'm still in a kid's body."
For Dallon, he remembers turning into a kid just... yesterday? But it feels odd because it was like he's been asleep for days.
"Hey, little buddy." A voice greets him from the other side of the room.
Brendon places some Pancakes on the bedside table and sits on the edge of the bed beside him. "How are you doing, Dal? You feel alright?" He asked as his places a hand on Dallon's forehead to gauge his body temperature.
"I f-feel a bit woozy." Dallon mumbles as he lies his head on the pillows.
"You had high fever last night. Take it easy, okay?" Brendon says with concern as he fluffs his pillows in a more comfortable position.
Dallon stares as the other man beside him, who was looking at him with concern. That's when it clicks. He doesn't remember much. But he remembers Brendon's confession. Was it a dream? It felt so real when he heard it from the other man.
Perhaps he should...
"Brendon?"
"Yeah?"
Dallon yawns, giving Brendon a lazy, tired smile. "You're not a bad guy, okay?" Brendon doesn't need to know that he has a mindset of a 35 year old now.
He knows that one of the advantages of being a kid is their honesty.
He's going to use it now while he still can.
"What made you say that?" Brendon asked, a little smile placed on his lips as if he's trying not to grin.
"I just know. You're good on your own way, Bren." Dallon says earnestly, returning the smile to the other man. It's true. He's starting to remember the missing gaps of memory on being a kid.
Brendon took care of him, Brendon protected him and kept him safe from such a vulnerable situation. He's nothing but thankful for being in Brendon's care.
"Thank you for taking care of me, Brendon. Thanks for everything." He says as he looks at Brendon in the eyes to convey his sincerity.
The other man turns away to look else where, a little chuckle escapes his lips. He didn't fail to notice the tint of redness on singer's cheeks.
Dallon thought he heard a little sniff from the man above him.
"I don't hear that often anymore." He smiles sadly when he turns to look at Dallon again, his eyes glistening a bit.
Brendon needed assurance. And Dallon knows how to give it to him as he shook his head. "That doesn't mean it isn't true."
The physically older man lies his head beside Dallon among the soft pillows, brushing the strands of hair on his forehead. "Thank you." He mouths to the child beside him.
"You wanna know a secret?" Dallon whispers to him, which made Brendon beam at him.
"What is it?" He whispers back.
Dallon rose his head to look at Brendon properly. He gives a cheeky grin, before leaning down and placing a sweet feather light kiss on his nose.
"I like you too." He giggles above him. "I like you so much you have noooooo idea!" He announces loudly as his voice resounds the whole room with a few more giggles attached.
Brendon sputters below him, the rosy tints on his cheeks becoming more noticeable. "D-Did you hear me last night?"
Dallon looks at him and puts his small finger on his lips. "I'm not telling."
As Brendon tries to attack him with a tickle, Dallon can't help but think that this little episode of being a kid taught him a lot of things. It helped him a bit, to appreciate the life he has right now like how his parents have before, and it helped appreciate that he's okay for being who he is, no matter what people say. Because there will be some people other there that would appreciate him, no matter what. And those people who care are the ones who matter.
He needs to work on his self esteem for a bit. Not too much, but just enough to the point where he'll be confident about his abilities on what he can do and what he can make with music.
He's not there yet, but he'll get there. One day.
Besides. He thinks he's doing pretty good at this band thing with Brendon.
If the vocalist thinks so, then he is.
****
In another day, Dallon opens his eyes and wakes up in something familiar.
He looks at his outstretched hands and feet. He's returned to normal, just like waking up in another normal day.
And beside him sleeps Brendon on top of the covers. He's breathing deeply, his chest rise and fall in peace that matches his own. The sun passes through the blinds and lands on Brendon's figure.
The other man looks almost ethereal and beautiful. He has drowned himself in a pool of self-pity to even notice how beautiful he is.
And the fact that this man lying beside him has feelings for him is unbelievable.
The sleeping man beside him awakens, and he is greeted with the sight of honey brown eyes looking against his. Brendon blinks himself awake, then smiles at the sight he sees.
"You're back." He whispers with a tone of relief.
Dallon nods and returns the smile with a full grin. "I never left."
They stare at each other in silence, basking in the comfort it provides for the both of them. Both of them have questions, and answers that they needed to hear.
But that can be done later.
"Hey Brendon."
"Hm?"
For now, they should cherish a bit of moment that they have for themselves.
"I like your smile."
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[A/N: Aaaaaaaand that's how our Little Giraffe's story ends. There's an epilogue, don't worry. I graduated yesterday and let this chapter be my gift to you guys for following the journey of this story.
Told you there's no smut. Hahahah!
Shout out to @elinsmiles I am glad to inform you that this lovely person will be translating this fic for Ukraine readers! It's such an honor to have this story translated.
Again, thank you all so much for being part of our little giraffe's journey. (Sorry for the mistakes hahaha)
I wish you all a happy day!]
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Little Giraffe // Brallon
Fanfiction"Who's the twerp? Is that your brother or something, Bren?" "Uh, no. This is Da--" He felt a small pinch on the back of his hand, he had to hide the wince from that pinch. The little shit is actually taking advantage of his situation. "T-This is my...
