Minho's friend drops off an old mannequin at his place. The catch? It kisses him when he's asleep!
*This is just a work of fiction.
*The story includes fluff, a bit of mature content, cursing, humor, a bit of angst
Started: 10/23/22
Ended: ???
Minho stepped back, hands on his hips as he eyed the blank wall in front of him.
"So, if we move the couch here, the whole living room vibe changes," he said, giving an approving nod to himself.
Jisung, sitting cross-legged on the floor, tilted his head, unimpressed. "We're here to improve it, not just move it. I thought you wanted a more 'artistic touch.'"
He emphasized the words, making finger quotes in the air, his gaze wandering over the plain walls and mismatched furniture.
Minho grinned. "Then let's see some of that 'artistic touch' of yours, Sungie."
Jisung's eyes lit up. "Yeah, I'll show you!"
He lifted a hand and waved it, watching as the couch floated a few inches off the ground. He moved his fingers and the couch inched over a few feet, then a few more, then—
Thud! It dropped suddenly, landing lopsidedly.
Minho smirked, crossing his arms. "Not bad, but I could've just picked it up."
"Sure, sure. But could you do... this?" With a mischievous grin, Jisung snapped his fingers, and the walls burst into color.
Hues of warm oranges and yellows filled the room, swirling together before settling like a fresh coat of paint.
Minho gasped. "Whoa, okay, maybe I underestimated your 'artistic touch.' But there's no way you can match my color coordination." He rummaged through a box, pulling out a crimson pillow.
Jisung's nose wrinkled. "Absolutely not!" With a flick of his wrist, the pillow turned a soft, warm peach color. "See, much calming to the eye."
Minho rolled his eyes. "Oh, Sungie, you're impossible."
They spent the next hour assembling a new bookshelf.
Or rather, trying to.
The instructions had too many parts, and screws were scattered everywhere, with Minho determinedly shuffling through them while Jisung sat cross-legged on the floor, watching screws float in midair as he tried to make sense of where they fit.
What made things worse was that...
The instructions were written in Chinese.
"I swear this would be easier if these instructions were written in... Korean or something." Minho muttered, trying to fit two pieces together.
Jisung chuckled, flicking his fingers as a missing piece teleported from the kitchen counter straight into his hand. "Maybe we need a break."
As Minho sank down beside him, Jisung stretched his legs out and sighed, looking around the room, now cluttered with half-assembled furniture, paint swatches, and scattered screws.
"It's so quiet in here, you know?" He said.
Minho raised a brow. "After all that floating couch action, it's anything but quiet."
"I mean... I don't know, it feels empty... M-Maybe we need something, or... someone else in here." He glanced at Minho hesitantly. "Maybe... a cat?"
Minho smirked, nudging him. "A cat, huh? Cats are high maintenance, you know?"
"True, but I've seen them in books... They're cute and they purr and... they'd be great company." Jisung's eyes softened, already imagining a little bundle of fur curled up in his lap.
"Alright, I'll think about it. But first, you gotta promise me this shelf will actually get put together. Even magic can't fix that mess," Minho teased, pointing to the scattered wood panels and screws.
Jisung sighed dramatically, flicking his fingers and watching the pieces float. "Fine, but you better agree to at least look at the kittens in the shelter!"
Minho laughed. "Yeah, yeah, I will."
To be continued...
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