✓cat boy • minsung

•forty•

His parents left when it was near eleven. Jisung was sad that he had no one to be with that night but he had to understand about his parents' works. Even when they are busy they made time for their only child. He couldn't ask more.

By now the living room was already dim. The television was switched off a few moments ago, so Mint went to his fluffy bed and sleep. The cat seem distant.

After eating his medicine he turned off the lights and shortly after he felt something rubbed on his leg. Jisung yelped.

"Mint!" he whined tiredly.

"Meow~" he continued on rubbing his face on the leg. Jisung sighed as he picked up the small guy.

"You want to sleep with me again, hm?"

The cat did not reply anything. He just looked at Jisung. Chuckling, he brought the cat to his room.

"I'm sorry if I hit you in my sleep. You can just claw me to wake me up." he joked while getting under the blanket. The cat curled up next to him on his face level. He gently stroked the fur as drowsiness from the medicine starts to kick in.

"Goodnight, Mint."

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Is he asleep?

Mint put his paw on Jisung's forehead. It was still hot. Earlier the blonde forgot to take a damp cloth. Guess he needs to shift again.

Even if it's risky, he needs to make sure Jisung is recovered before going to his first therapy session the next day.

Just like the other night, he took the small handkerchief, wetting it and put it on Jisung's forehead. The male stirred in his sleep and let out a small whine. Minho just giggled as he held his hand once again. Did I mention that he'd never get tired of this?

Who would though.

"Sungie is cute, you know that?" he spoke quietly. "Sungie used to freak out when I ask something related to relationship. I wonder why." he giggled softly.

The blonde moved a bit, his head falling to the right side.

Minho adjusted the cloth before continuing, "It's sad that Sungie doesn't remember all we did before. Especially the day you confessed and..."

He bit his lower lip, not letting his voice croak.

"And the night we did..." he could feel his face heat up when he said that but still, feeling sad. "Sungie was so loving, I've never felt loved like that before."

"I want you to make me feel loved like the way you used to. But will you remember that? Even if I appear in this form will that make your memories return?"

"I'm afraid, Sungie." he looked down, tangling their fingers together. Minho wiped a stray tear on his cheek with a finger before sliding next to him, together sharing the blanket. He might get cold later but this is the only way to make him feel close to the amnesiac Jisung.

When he settled himself in he could feel Jisung laid on his side, facing him. Minho carefully intertwined their fingers, not wanting to wake him up.

The cloth fell. He wanted to put it back in its place but felt a sudden grip on his hand. The blonde's eyes were still closing. Minho used his other hand to put it back on his forehead and smiled a bit.

But it faded when Jisung lightly opened his eyes half-lidded. Within seconds their eyes met.

Minho could feel his heart stopped beating, his lung stopped working.