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

Chapter 12

The thought of the upcoming competition distracted the three boys the whole week. The competition itself was on the next weekend. Changbin, Jisung and the lovebirds Seungmin and Jeongin promised that they will be there and Minho seriously considered to ask Chan formally to come too.

He started to think about what would he say to his friends. Felix and Hyunjin witnessed the little incident but the others? They would trease him endlessly. How could he explain that being in Chan's arms was like home, he felt safe and protected. That it was a special place where he belonged...

He was so lost in thoughts that he didn't notice Chan who just walked in the living room where Minho sat.

"I'm going out for a bit" he informed scaring Minho to death.

"Godness... I didn't see you" Minho jumped. His hands clenching on his chest. "Where are you going?" He asked trying to push his previous thoughts away.

"I thought about buy some clothes. I do like yours but we're not exactly the same size." A smirk appeared on Chan's lips.

"I will pretend that I don't know what are you implying." Minho rolled his eyes. He felt the tip of his ears began to turn red so he quickly grabbed the book that laid in front of him, stood up and marched towards his room.

Chan shook his head and chuckled lowly as he stepped out of the apartment. He really wanted to buy some clothes. But his first way lead him to a cat shelter. Since he saw the younger distracted state because of the competition he decided to surprise Minho.

Minho's mind was a mess. His usual cool head felt hot and his thoughts were everywhere but in their place. He was practicing is his head in one moment and he was on stage in the next. Triggering images of the hospital bed where he basically spent half of the previous year kept flooding his mind. But everything else seemed to disappear when his thoughts found their focus on Chan. His rather inappropriate fantasies ereased every other thoughts.

Chan's last words about not being the same size made him wonder what was exactly Chan's size. His top or bottom confusion started to disappear as the thought of Chan hovering over him flooded his mind. The room became hotter second by second. The urge to touch himself started to raise in the pit of his stomach.

To make things clear, he did touch himself before. He wasn't the cute, shy and naive type. But never really slept with anyone. They broke up with the boy he was in a relationship before they could do anything sensual. But he had needs and being in the same room with Chan strengthen these needs.

The knock on the door caught him absolutely off guard. If his heart didn't race already because of his fantasies then it did it now.

"I'll get a heart attack in a week at this rate" he mumbled to himself as he stood up dizzy, swaying left and right as he approached the door.

"I forgot that I don't have keys... You're red. You alright?" Chan's smile dropped when he saw Minho's state.

"Everything's fine" Minho blinked numerous times. He tried to look as innocent as he can. He noticed the numerous things in
Chan's hand.

A suspicious one caught his attention. It was a large plastic box. At least it looked like one. Small noises came from it.

Minho, forgetting his previous flushed state, bent down to take a closer look.

Chan moved the box so Minho could take a look inside as on it's side was a little door.

"Sorry I didn't know which one would you prefer?" He commented.

Minho flashed a questioning look towards him before turning back to the box. Soon he figured out why Chan was apologizing.

Three little fluffy kitten faced Minho from the box. He felt himself melting.

"Holy Father in the haven..." He uttered frozen from the overflowing cuteness in front of him.

"Could you please take them in?" Chan asked. "They're pretty heavy." He sighed as he felt the weight being lifted from his hand.

But he regretted giving them to Minho as soon as he stepped into the living room. The boy was sitting on the floor with the kitties on lap. He didn't even spared a glance to Chan as he walked through the living room.

Being ignored by Minho just because of a bunch of small fur-balls angered Chan. Yeah, they needed a cat for their cover. But why did he decided to surprise Minho?!

The answer was sitting in front of him though. And despite his irritated state Chan could help but melt as he watched the playing Minho. The more was Minho happy the more was his smell intoxicating to Chan.

To a hybrid smells were incredibly important. It indicated their partner's state and feelings. Also had an impact on them too.

The happy Minho's smell was comforting, relaxing. It felt like home and made Chan happy. It was almost the best. But the number 1 was when Minho was all flushed under him. It was like the sweetest flower's. Intoxicating but dangerous. That type of dangerous that addicts one to always have more.

No matter how much Chan enjoyed the lingering fragrance, it worried him too. Because not only he was able to smell it. And at the thought of some wild hybrid claiming Minho, even worse... marking him, made his blood boil.

The possessiveness won his inner fight and he decided to call Bambam so that he can go to the competition even if Minho wouldn't invite him.

With that sweet smell of him he couldn't let Minho out of his sight.