Linen

Saturday night was like many others: Han Jisung was lounging on the bed in Minho's room, throwing his phone up in the air and almost dropping it on his face. Minho was sitting at his desk doing his homework, but he kept glancing at his boyfriend, who was clearly plotting something.

“Minho…” Jisung drawled, rolling onto his side and watching him with a sly smile.

“No,” Minho answered immediately, without even raising his head from his textbook.

• But I haven't said anything yet!

• But I know you. If you start like that, it means you've come up with something stupid again.

Jisung pouted, but not for long.

• Okay... I was just wondering, if I suddenly became a kitten, would you take me in and take care of me?

Minho sighed heavily, covering his eyes with his hand.

• Jisung, even now I'm watching you like you're a little one. Whether you're a kitten or not makes no difference at all.

• Wow, so you really love me?

“Genius,” Minho rolled his eyes, but a smile flickered at the corners of his lips.

Jisung stretched out contentedly on the bed and without thinking, slid down to Minho, wrapping his arms around him from behind.

“I love you too,” he muttered, burying his nose in his neck.

Minho sighed, but didn't pull away. After all, it wasn't that hard to tolerate Jisung's antics if in the end he settled down next to him like this and became warm, homely, and the closest person in the world.