Follow The Paths Of Bunnies!

Jeongcheol 6

"See this," Seungcheol raised up the edge of the stranger's shirt, showing him the little buttons before putting them in on the other side, "That's how you do it."

The stranger's eyes immediately went wide, and if Seungcheol wasn't hallucinating, he could see it shine like Seungcheol had solved a mystery for him.

And for one second, Seungcheol thought that maybe this man was really someone who doesn't belong to here.

There was no hint of pretendence in those wide shiny eyes. The man looked at Seungcheol like he admired him to the moon and back, just because he had closed up his buttons for him. When Seungcheol's finger went down seamlessly, closing each of his buttons, the stranger's eyes too followed his actions, his mouth gaped wide in amazement as he finally looked up at Seungcheol, "Can I, can I try that as well?"

Now if somebody told Seungcheol he was handed a toddler in a body of a young man, he would definitely believe it.

The older sat on the ground, folding his legs in same way as the stranger did before he let go of the last button that was still undone.

"Do it." And the agreement was done with the pure intension of checking what the man was going to do. The older's eyes stayed widely at him, examining his every action, only for him to find the fact that the man in front wasn't really able to do the same task that he had gwaked at all these while.

These were just some fucking buttons!

"Forget about it." Seungcheol pulled his hands away from the fabric, and the next second, he found himself closing up the last button as well.

"How come you are so good at this?" The stranger's brows were frowned, and Seungcheol wasn't really sure if the man in front knew, but he was currently pouting.

Like fucking pouting!

"I want to be good at that too." The stranger said, and Seungcheol was amused that all that bothered him right now was the fact that he couldn't button up his shirt, while Seungcheol here was thrown in an immense pit of disbelief, anger, confusion, frustration, and what not.

The older didn't even knew that he can feel all those emotions at the same time.

"Are- Are you sure you are my Han?" Seungcheol asked again, trying to make sure this man knew what he was speaking. Kkuma by now had settled herself in Seungcheol's lap, the older having one of his hands busied in caressing the small puddle of fur while the eyes still stared at the man in front, "It's okay. You can tell the truth. I swear I won't say you anything. I will let you go and I won't report you as well. Look, I may look rough kind of bad but I am not exactly like that. I swear I will-"

Seungcheol's words faltered when the stranger cupped his cheeks, the soft petal like warm skin coming in contact with Seungcheol's contrasting cold one.

The stranger didn't pull away, infact he tried to press his hands a little more softly against Seungcheol's skin, almost like was trying to transfer the heat, "You were the very first human who had touched me after the seconds I was born. I have no reason to lie to you."

Fuck-

Now even if Seungcheol wanted to, it didn't seem like he could shrug off this man just yet.

Not yet atleast.

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"Don't tell me you believe him Kkuma." In the evening, when the stranger made his way to the garden, Seungcheol sat down on the floor with his daughter, talking with her as if she could really solve his all problems.