The heart Killers ( English translation)

*CHAPTER 5*

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Lychee Emperor can wait till later. Bison meows, calling out to the cat he's been feeding daily these past few days. He happened to find the little cat when he went out to throw away the trash. The first day they met, the kitten was very afraid of him and looked starving.

Fadel complained that feeding the cat was absolutely forbidden, warning that if they kept feeding it, the cat would think they’re its owners and make a habit of coming by. He seemed irritated for some reason, endlessly saying he was allergic to cats, and insisted, "No feeding... absolutely not, no way."

But his brother is just like this—his words always contradict his actions. The shop doesn’t have any cat food, but Fadel stubbornly tried to feed the cat leftovers. Wasn't it Fadel who, that very night, told him that cats shouldn’t eat seasoned food? He even mentioned there was some leftover raw meat and chopped it finely for the cat, who devoured every last bit. The next day, when the cat returned, Fadel gave it fish, grumbling all the while that Bison was to blame for feeding it in the first place, making it return every day and wasting the shop’s supplies. After his rant, he went silent for a long moment before finally admitting that they should get some dry food to keep on hand, as the cat would surely be back.

Headache-inducing. Wasn’t it Fadel who fed the cat for the past two days?

“Meow, meow! Daddy’s little kitty, come out quickly and eat your delicious food. Come on!”

Bison had even bought an adorable feeding bowl from the pet store. It seemed the kitty had gotten quite used to him now; as soon as he called, it came running. Bison thought he’d feed the cat before going to see Kant, but it seemed Kant was already interested in him, watching from the shade next to the shop. With his long strides, Kant walked over without hesitation.

Bison didn’t say anything, nor did he explain what he was doing. He crouched down, pouring the wet food into the bowl for the cat. Wet food at noon, dry food at night—that was Fadel again, meticulously researching what cats should and shouldn’t eat.

After pouring the wet food for the cat to enjoy, he opened a water bottle and poured it into a dish beside it.

“Such a cute scene, feeding the kitty! You’re really into this, aren’t you?”

“Just started a few days ago. It only let me hold it for the first time yesterday,” Bison explained with a big smile, stroking the cat’s back as it ate.

“Can I hold it?”

“Give it a try.”

Kant didn’t exactly do what Bison expected. His fingers gently pinched Bison’s soft cheek instead. The kitty’s round, curious eyes widened as it turned to look at Kant, who was still pinching Bison’s cheek and, to top it off, flashing a charming smile.

Bison blinked slowly, his stomach doing little flips that he couldn’t control.

There was no stopping the blush. Bison bit his lower lip without realizing it, and Kant swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving as he tried, unsuccessfully, to hold himself back. Seeing Bison bite his lip made Kant lose all sense of what he was doing there, his plans and responsibilities slipping away entirely.

“…Can I kiss you?”

“…I don’t like kissing just anyone.”

“Oh…”

“Because kissing makes me feel loved, and I can’t help but feel that the person kissing me is more special than anyone else.”

Kant bit his own soft lips, his gaze fixed solely on the blush-colored lips of the man he wanted to kiss.