There, there, kitty... || Minchan/Banginho Short Story

Chapter 8

After eating all the dumplings in a blink of an eye they decided to watch a movie. After a little argument about what they should watch they all got comfortable on the coach and brought pillows for the ones who had to sit on the floor.

Everybody seemed to focus on the movie  except Minho who carefully took Chan in his arms again. His anger gone long ago. Maybe it was because the kitty's constant purring in his hood that made Minho relax and sent unexpectedly pleasurable tingles down his spine.

Chan got comfortable on his lap and purred silently as Minho stroke his soft furr. The boy's thoughts far away.

Chan enjoyed the attention he got from Minho. He knew that the six boy were Minho's friends but he couldn't help but feel jealous. Minho didn't pay that much attention to him as he wanted while they were there. He wanted Minho all his.

So when the boys decided to head home and bid their goodbye he felt relieved.

"So, we're alone again" Minho said as he came back to the living room. He thought Chan would shift back into his human form but he still found the kitty laying on the coach.

"I wondered if we could talk..." Minho commented softly. "I can bring you some clothes if you want..."

He walked toward his room with an unexplainable feeling in his heart. Somehow he only could define as guilt. He wanted to apologize but he didn't know why. He wanted Chan to touch his cheeks like he did the night before. He wanted to feel that warmness and the little tingles. He wanted to curl up in his embrace and feel the safeness in Chan's arms. But the fact that he couldn't explain why he felt this way scared him. The only thing that seemed certain that he wanted Chan to stay with him.

He almost unconsciously grabbed some pieces of clothing that he thought would fit Chan and headed back to the living room.

"Here" he put the shirt, the pants and some boxers down on the couch and turned around so Chan can put them on.

The small noises indicated that Chan stood up and put the clothes on. The noises died down soon but Minho didn't dare to turn around.

"What's wrong?" He heard from behind.

He felt that Chan stood very close. He could feel his breath on the back of his neck.

"I want to apologize" Minho said but still didn't turn around.

"For what?" Chan stepped a little closer. His chest slightly touching Minho's back.

"I don't know myself" Minho hung his head low. "I just feeling guilty..."

"You made nothing wrong" Chan slowly put his hands on Minho's hip. He made sure he won't scare the boy away as he softly circled his arms around his waist.

"What are you doing to me?" Minho whispered.

"Just trying to help" Chan whispered back feeling as Minho relaxed in his arms slowly leaning on his chest.

"I have a really stupid idea" Minho said.

Chan hummed.

"I think you lied to me, and you wouldn't disappear" Minho said. However he didn't seemed angry or upset because of it.

"How come?" Chan asked. It was his turn to be confused. He wanted to take the things slow. Step by step. He didn't thought Minho would figure it out on his own.

"Because I feel like I would die if you leave." Minho stated softly. He turned around in Chan's arms. "You really think I'm stupid?" He laughed slightly. "I never felt like this in my whole life. And I'm not an idiot to not notice it if something different. If we would met by coincidence you would leave. You also wanted to meet my friends so badly. If you really wanted to disappear then it doesn't make any sense. So apparently you just as attached to me as I'm to you. It doesn't scare me but it confuse me. So I think you owe me an explanation."

It took a minute for Chan to actually understand what Minho said. But as he processed all the words that left the boy's mouth his face light up.

"Then I think it's better if you sit down." He nodded as he pulled Minho towards the couch.

Chan took Minho's hands in his bigger ones. The boy's hands seemed kitty paws between the real cat's palms.

Small electricities run through both of their skin.

"You feel it?" Chan asked.

Minho nodded.

"This is a special bond." Chan continued. "It's common to my kind. We found our... other half in this way. Like a destined relationship."

"And your other half happened to be me?" Minho asked calmly. His calmness surprised both of them.

Chan smiled.

"I don't know what have I done to deserve it." He whispered.

"Huh?" Minho lifted his eyebrows.

"I mean your not only beautiful but caring and intelligent. A fantastic cook, a reliable friend and an incredible dancer." Chan felt confident. His hands finding their way to cup Minho's face. "And when you said that you feel like you'd probably die if I left the only thing that was in my mind that I would never be able to leave you because I would die too."

They looked in each other's eyes for a long time. Counting all the stars that they found in each other's eyes.

"Is this love?" Minho asked. The question was rather scared than hopeful.

"We don't have to call it like that if you don't want to" Chan shook his head. "But I think I'm in love with you" he added in his thoughts while listening to his crazy heartbeat.