Linen

Saturday evening was passing just like many others: Han Jisung was lounging on the bed in Minho's room, tossing his phone up in the air and nearly dropping it on his face. Minho sat at the desk doing homework, but time and again he glanced 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 lifting his head from the textbook.

"But I haven't even said anything yet!"

"But I know you. If you start like that, it means you've come up with some nonsense again."

Jisung pouted, but only for a moment.

"Fine... I was just thinking, 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, I already look after you like a child. Whether you're a kitten or not—it makes absolutely no difference."

"Wow, so you really do 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 over to Minho, wrapping his arms around him from behind.

"I love you too," he murmured, burying his nose in Minho's neck.

Minho sighed but didn't pull away. After all, putting up with Jisung's antics wasn't that hard if, in the end, he curled up next to him like this and became the warmest, most cozy, and dearest person in the world.