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He places the almost empty plate down on the coffee table made out of glass, patting his stomach afterwards as if he had eaten the fullest meal.
"You good?" I ask, looking at him.
"Yeah, yeah." he sighs. "sorry for crying like that."
"Huh?"
"It was random."
"No, it wasn't."
Jisung stares at the floor covered by a white shaggy carpet, letting the silence stretch over us. I don't allow it.
"C'mere." I mumble, pulling him with not much force by his left hand towards me. He squeals, but doesn't resist.
When does he ever withstand physical affection, anyway?
We hug for a while, the shorter still sniffling from time to time. His head uses my shoulder as a comfortable pillow, and so does mine.
Soon, he's the first to pull away. It's surprising, in a way.
"Let's go upstairs."
"You sleepy?" I ask, getting up. I take his hand and climb the stairs like that, Doongie following close behind.
"Mhm."
The bed is unmade, though that's not a big deal. It will get ruined nonetheless.
The cat is the first one to claim his spot beside the wall— because of the cold it emits. Jisung follows, then me.
"I have an idea," he yawns. "Minho."
"Yeah?"
"lay on your stomach."
Without questioning him, but still raising a brow, I do exactly what he tells me, hugging the pillow under my chin. He remains on his knees on the bed next to me.
"Please don't tell me it's something nasty cause I'm out of here."
"Jesus, no." Jisung chuckles lightly, clearing his throat. "you need to guess what I'm drawing on your back."
After a few seconds of thinking about this throughout, I shrug, not minding this little game much. It does seem pretty interesting and I wonder where he got it from.
"Alright." I murmur, turning my head to the side to look at him in anticipation.
"It would be easier with the shirt off."
"What now?"
"If you want to, of course," he adds, waving his hands in the air.
"Just.. lift it a little." I give him the okay.
"Alright."
I shiver when a breeze runs up my back as the frigid air chills me. My body repeats when Jisung's cold finger trails a pattern.
