✓cat boy • minsung

•thirty nine•

When Jisung went to his bed, the cat shifted into a human.

He stared at Jisung's sleeping figure. The male looked so drained. He cried uncontrollably earlier that Minho felt like shifting at the moment, hugging him close.

Jisung got the hint, he guessed it right, so that means Minho is safe to appear in front of Jisung in his human form, right? But he did not know what was holding him back.

Is it because he was sad Jisung still does not remember their moments for the past weeks?

It hurts when you're with someone who does not remember the past with you. Minho guessed that's the reason why.

He sat on the side of the bed, looking at Jisung's features. His heart beat increases everytime he does that. He could examine him all day without getting bored, just enjoying the fast beating against his chest.

He figured out that he likes Jisung long ago. When Jisung confessed of course he freaked out and left. But after leaving he was kidnapped by the old woman.

A soft sigh escaped his lips. If only he stayed in the room a bit longer and Jisung was the one who escort him to the door, none of these would happen.

Just a little bit more, Minho.

He will remember soon.

That's what he tell himself everyday. 

Minho moved his hand to the latter's face, brushing off the strands of hair that covered his forehead. His fingertips touched the skin.

"You're burning." he whispered and went to the kitchen to grab a small cloth. He damped it and when he returned, he froze.

Jisung shifted a bit, his hands lightly patting the mattress with his eyes closed as if he was searching for someone in his dream.

The cat boy quietly went to his previous place and grabbed Jisung's hand. He intertwined their fingers together and the male stopped moving. His whole body relaxed while he turned to the side, facing Minho.

Minho thinks he tear up a little. Holding Jisung's hand was something he wanted to do as soon as he got home but never get to do so. When their hands linked he could feel the familiar warmth from him. Even Jisung was having a fever the feeling didn't change.

Minho wants to hold him forever.

He placed the damp cloth on Jisung's forehead. The male whined a bit, eyebrows knitting lightly. "Cold..." he muttered in his sleep.

Minho looked around to search for the remote and spotted it on the table. He wanted to take it but with his hand stuck with Jisung's, he couldn't go anywhere. The boy tried to detach them but it only resulted to Jisung pulling him closer, almost making him stumble on the bed.

His eyes widened.

Is he really asleep?!

"Sungie," he whispered again, still trying to separate their linked hands. "Just for awhile, I can't let you sleep in cold."

When he received nothing, he succeeded and immediately raised the room temperature. He could hear Jisung's soft snores so he assumed the guy was really asleep, maybe the fever made him act like that.

Carefully, Minho slid next to him under the blanket. He adjusted the position of the cloth on his forehead before linking their hands again. A soft smile decorated each faces, deep down knowing that they were reunited.

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Was that a dream?

He looked around. There's nothing changing in his room and he was alone. As soon as he woke up he felt the emptiness in him, longing for a certain someone.