✓cat boy • minsung

•forty two•

The papers flew, slipping down under his table. Some of them slid under the couch.

He knew turning on the fan was not a good idea.

However turning on the air-conditioner would be the worse since he has not fully healed. The fever was already gone, but his head keep spinning at random times and he did not want to risk anything of getting the fever back. If he's sick along with Minho, no one would look after them.

Jisung carefully got under the table and picked up the music papers. He still couldn't remember when he wrote Alien but because of that song, he was trying to write more.

He was determined to put his memories with Eunhee in the past. With that he could move on and probably will see Minho more than just a 'housemate'.

Even Minho did not say anything about their past anymore, he knew the guy was still hurting. He wanted to end that.

The other papers moved under the couch, joining the one who's already there. A low sigh escaped his mouth as he grabbed his file to slide them out underneath it.

Finally after a few attempts he succeeded. He collected them and was about to clip them altogether when he found an unfamiliar notes.

In fact, the papers looked more dusty as if it had been living under it for a long time.

Jisung sat properly on the floor and leaned his back against the couch. He put down the new music papers on the ground while examining the older one.

Alien.

A small gasp was heard. Without wasting any time he flipped it to the next pages.

There was a lot. His eyes moved around as he read the unorganized scribbles that he wrote.

Needless to say, he spent his afternoon in the room with reading the notes while listening to the song over and over.

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Minho woke up when he felt a palm touched his forehead. The first thing he saw was Jisung who had his face close, his other hand holding him up.

"The fever's gone," he smiled. "You passed out last night. It's a good thing that you shifted into your human form. Or else I really don't know what to do."

The boy got up and squinted his eyes when he was met with the sun ray through the blinding. He closed his eyes while looking down, still feeling hazy.

"I've prepared a warm bath for you. We can have breakfast later." the blonde picked up a bowl that contained water and a small handkerchief. When he left Minho was in confusion.

I passed out?

Even Jisung said he's no longer sick he felt drained. Nevertheless he made his way to the bathroom carefully. There's warm water in the bathtub as what Jisung told him. After discarding his clothes he immediately dipped himself in it.

His whole body relaxed. As if it was charging him in the morning. Jisung don't usually use the bathtub unless if he just got off classes. Even so it was not too frequent, the bathtub was usually dry.

He fell in love with Jisung more for the things he did.

Sometimes Minho felt guilty because the guy was trying really hard to gain his memories. He wanted to tell him it's fine because someday it will come too but the words couldn't come out from his mouth. He had never talked to Jisung properly yet.

He planned to do it today.

Remembering about the breakfast, he took a proper bath and went to change in the guest room. He picked a grey sweatshirt that Jisung bought for him, matching with his hair. When he got out from the room he was met with Jisung in his coat and scarf.