✓cat boy • minsung

•twenty three•

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“I won!”

“Oh my I'm a proud momma.” she faked a cry and laughed when Jisung pulled her into a tight hug.

“Thank you,” he whispered, feeling the girl hugged her back.

She smiled softly, patting his head. “I didn't do anything but you're welcome, I guess.”

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I miss her.

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"Are you crying?"

Jisung was startled. He flipped over the photo he was holding and turned to Minho who peeked his head from the door. "No I'm not."

"Okay," the guy shrugged. "Channie and Jeongin are almost here. In case if you're busy later, so I'm telling you now. Your phone's on the kitchen counter." Minho gave him a bracket smile.

Before he left Jisung called him back. Minho raised a brow in confusion but walked to him nevertheless. "Why?"

"Can I get a kiss?"

"H–huh?"

As expected, Minho immediately blushed. Seeing that Jisung's lips curled upside into a smirk. He pulled Minho and brought their faces closer. "Minho, you always blush when I kiss you. Do you like me?"

His eyes widened.

"N–no."

"Your face is red." he teased again.

Minho yanked his hand away, standing up straight. "I'm the one who supposed to ask you that! Why do you always kiss me? Do you like me?" he tried to be emotionless and cool like Jisung but failed. He was flustered.

"I do."

"Wha–" Minho's mouth was slightly agape. He tried to find some jokes in his looks but failed. Jisung looked serious. "I– uh.."

Not giving him the chance to talk, again, Jisung pulled Minho down and kissed him for a second.

He smiled softly and patted the bucket hat. "Have fun Minho."

Minho, who was still speechless slowly nodded. "Y–you too." he then quickly went out from the room, not forgetting to slam it, a habit when he's flustered.

Stupid Minho, stupid. Who says 'have fun' to someone who's gonna complete his music?

Minho hit his head multiple times before cupping his cheeks. He stood in the middle of the living room, frozen. "Did he mean it?"

He could feel his heartbeat. Minho pressed his cheeks with his hands and slid them down.

Do I ask him? Should I should I should I?

The poor boy groaned lightly. His face was still hot from the kiss and confession earlier. For some reason he regretted asking Jisung the question. But at the same time he was glad he did.

But why was he glad?

"I– I'm gonna ask." he said after fighting with himself. But he was cut off with a ringing bell.

Oh, Channie and Jeongin are here.

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"He must have thought I'm crazy." Jisung sighed and faced his laptop. He himself did not know which ghost took over his body seconds ago, replacing his shyness with the random confession.