minsung one shots

brushed by love

ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ
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fluff / 6065
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ˢᵒᵒⁿⁱᵉ ⁱˡʸ

minho had always lived a quiet life, the sort of life that settled into the corners of a person’s bones and stayed there, unmoving and predictable. he liked it that way. he liked things he could rely on, things he could count on coming back to him even on the worst days. and soonie - sweet, fragile soonie - was the one thing minho trusted with the deepest, softest part of himself.

soonie had come into minho’s life long before jisung did. he had been a small kitten then, smaller than he should have been, all trembling limbs and frightened eyes. minho found him tucked behind the rusted garbage bins behind his old apartment building, his fur matted from the rain, his tiny body shaking as if the mere effort of existing was too much. when minho reached out, soonie didn’t flinch - he simply looked up at him, as though he understood something about minho that no one else did.

it took months for minho to realize that soonie’s limp wasn’t temporary. it wasn’t an injury that would go away with warmth and food and safety. it was a permanent part of him - one back leg weaker than the others, his movements uneven and careful. the vet explained it gently, but the words still wound around minho’s heart like barbed wire. disabled. chronic pain. difficulty running or jumping.

soonie would never be like other cats. he would always need extra help.

minho didn’t hesitate. it wasn’t even a choice. soonie was his, from the moment those frightened eyes found him in the rain. and minho promised himself - promised soonie - that he would do everything in his power to give him a life that didn’t hurt.

from then on, minho’s world revolved around the small, warm creature who followed him everywhere. he adjusted his apartment so that soonie could reach everything without climbing. he bought soft blankets, heated beds, and ramps that he carefully measured and remeasured until they fit perfectly.

he learned how to carry soonie in a way that didn’t strain his joints. he learned which days would be harder for him - rainy days, cold days, days when soonie curled tightly into his bed not out of sleepiness but because moving simply hurt too much.

minho never resented any of it. soonie didn’t just need him. he chose him.

and minho loved him with a devotion that no one around him quite understood.

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love wasn’t something minho expected to run into again - not the human kind, at least. he had relationships before, some longer than others, some that had burned too bright too fast and then faded. but nothing ever fit. nothing ever made him feel like he was being held instead of handled.

minho wasn’t looking for it when jisung appeared.

it happened in the most ordinary way. a small gathering hosted by a mutual friend - someone minho hadn’t seen in months, someone who insisted he come because “you never go out anymore, hyung, come on, it’ll be good for you.”

minho almost didn’t go. soonie had been having a slow morning, moving stiffly, needing extra help. minho stayed with him until he finally settled comfortably in his bed, purring softly as minho stroked his head. he whispered to soonie that he wouldn’t be gone long, that he’d come straight back. only then did he leave.

the gathering was noisy, cramped, too warm - the kind of environment minho usually slipped out of within fifteen minutes. but then jisung walked in, laughing so hard his eyes scrunched into crescents, and something in minho’s chest shifted, like a window being cracked open after years of still air.

they were introduced casually–“minho hyung, this is jisung. jisung, this is minho. he’s the one with the cat i told you about.” the mention of soonie made minho tense instinctively, but jisung didn’t tease or joke like most people did. instead he tilted his head, genuinely interested.