The rain was still falling out there, but the boys were safe and sound underneath the blanket.

The door swung open, revealing a not so happy Eunwoo with a handful of medications. His facial expression softened the moment his eyes were met with his young master's. Eunwoo then walked to him after placing the tray full of medical needs on the table nearby.

Eunwoo gently placed his head on Jisung's forehead. "You're burning." Beside Jisung, there lied Minho in the same condition as Jisung.

"Please drink the medicine, you too." He glanced at the boy next to Jisung. "Drink the medicine as it prescribed." After that, he left the room.

Jisung sniffed his lungs out as soon as Eunwoo closed the door.

"This is why we shouldn't kiss. Not only we dropped the umbrella, but you literally absorbed the virus within me." Jisung wiped his runny nose with a tissue, making his nose looked redder than before due to the friction from the tissue. "Look at you," he said, looking at Minho.

Minho smiled, looking right at the eyes. "I have no regrets."

Minho leaned closer to kiss the blonde. Jisung gasped to the kiss but stayed still nonetheless. His body was too weak to even pushed the older away since he was practically above him. As observed, people closer to the ground are much weaker than those aloft.

However, it didn't last as long as Minho would've imagined. Though the kiss was short, thanks to Jisung for coughing midway.

"S-stop!" Jisung demanded, still coughing. "We're not going to heal if you do that again."

"Do what?" Minho teased, lips brushing to Jisung's side. Jisung whimpered to the intimate contact, then punched Minho to another realm. What a fucker.

Jisung stood up, throwing the medicine to Minho, which he surprisingly caught. "Swallow it. We can't be sick forever. You have cats to feed, same goes for me."

They drank the medicine as they were told to do. Trying to reduce the zombie-like vibes, Jisung opened the curtain to to reveal the semi bright sky. The rain almost stopped falling, therefore the beautiful sunset started showing itself. Jisung was expecting a rainbow though, but it's a rare occasion yet to happen.

Still mesmerized by the scenery outside, Jisung asked, "Why did you kiss me?"

"Because I was drawn to your lips," he simply answered the question.

"Not just once, you kissed me twice already." Jisung went back to the bed, sitting comfortably on the mattress. "What are we?"

"Humans."

Not satisfied with the answer, the younger slammed the bedsheets with the power of God and anime by his side. No one asked what the bedsheets felt like. If the bedsheets could talk, Jisung would be roasted, grilled, and scrambled alive.

"YAH, I was being serious, you fool. Stop ruining the mood, you fucking hoe!" Jisung was being considerate with his choice of words. He was proud of himself for not cursing, though he said the F word.

"Okay." Minho adjusted his position, now sitting straight—or sitting gay on the mattress.

Minho had no expression on his face, although his eyes were piercing through Jisung's soft ones.

"We're friends."

Friends? Just friends? I was expecting more to be honest, Jisung's thoughts danced inside of his head.

"Oh."

Minho's mouth twitched upwards. "What's wrong? Do you want us to be more?"

"I strongly disagree with your sentiment there." Jisung crossed his legs, applying nail polish on the tip of his nails.

"Are you mad?" Minho chuckled on his own jokes. Jisung on the other hand, was a complete mess. "You are so funny when you're disappointed. I can't believe I'd take you on a second date."

Jisung tilted his head in confusion. "We've dated?"

"Haha..." Minho wiped his tears of joy. "Do you not remember us watching a movie and kissed at the end of the day?"

"Nope." Jisung shook his head. "When was this?"

"Next weekend."

You smooth ass motherfucker, Jisung cursed loudly in his head, he didn't realize that he had dropped all the substance inside the nail polish tube from his lap.

Jisung's face was red as tomato. However, he collected enough bravery to gaze Minho's eyes in a serious manner. He pulled out his pinky and showed it directly to the older's face.

"Boyfriends it is."

Minho grinned happily, connecting his pinky to Jisung's slender one. Together, they tightened their fingers as they formed a weird shape. "Boyfriends it is, Sung-ie." Minho cupped Jisung's side profile, admiring God's work for a full minute. He wanted to kiss the boy again, but Jisung swatted his naughty hands away.

"Not now, you thirsty bastard." Jisung untangled their pinky as he left the room with a mask on to prevent virus transmission.

Now Minho was sitting alone inside Jisung's dim bedroom. Jisung's soft eyes were now replaced with the ecru coated wall. The sunset radiating from outside the glass window illuminated the room, beautifully tinted the bland wall and made it look absolutely astonishing. The beautiful sight reflected on Minho's eyes, coloring his iris. He was glowing for the first time in forever.

"Find someone that will make you happy. Find someone whose lips taste better, the one that makes you crave for more. It doesn't matter if it's a she or he."

"Looks like I've found the apple of my eye." He gave himself a proud smile before banging his body on the mattress for the sickness to attacked him so randomly.

It took him years to find his perfect love. Hopefully he won't let it slip away like last time, because it only takes a second to lose everything he had achieved.

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"So it's true? You guys are finally official?"

Jisung scratched the back of his head, face tinted in different shades of red color. "Shh! You know I'm still not used to the term dating, so would you please calm down and be the calm and collected Eunwoo you are..?"

Eunwoo couldn't contain his excitement to the point he dropped the broom.

"Are you kidding me? I have to tell Bambam. I bet he'll jump off the window and still be happy." With that being said, Eunwoo jolted away from his little boss to complete his mission: telling Bambam the chronicle of Minsung.

It wasn't even a minute and Bambam was already running to Jisung like his life depends on him. Jisung was mentally prepared for whatever's going to happen at this point.

"Step on me!" Bambam slammed Jisung on the ground. Eunwoo was following from behind with a pair of earplugs.

I'll have to buy earplugs soon before I suffer more, Jisung mentally noted.

Bambam was sputtering either nonsense or incoherent wishes and, furthermore, 100% horseshit. Jisung was positive that his symptoms were getting worse, thanks to the unsupportive neighborhood.

Jisung was beyond happy. He was grateful for everything that happened. He didn't regret turning down Eunwoo's offering and choose the conservative way of walking home.

Simplicity makes the most complex outcomes in most circumstances.

Jisung entered the bedroom with a tray of healthy snacks. Eunwoo had persuaded to help him, but he rejected the kind offer nonetheless. He wanted to be an independent young man, and the best way to be an independent young man is by practice.

Jisung kicked the door open for its not locked within or outside. He expected the sick boy to be asleep by now. Howbeit, Minho was far from being asleep. He was feeling fresh like a freshly baked lasagna about to get eaten.

He was welcomed with the beautiful voice of Minho's singing.

"Rock a bye baby, gently you swing. Over the cradle, Mother will sing. Sweet is the lullaby over your nest, that tenderly sings my baby to rest~"

Jisung continued the song. "From the high rooftops, down to the sea. No one's as dear as baby to me. Wee little hands, eyes shiny and bright. Now sound asleep until morning light..."

Minho finished the song beautifully. "Rock a bye baby, on the tree top. When the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks the cradle will fall. And down will come baby, cradle and all."

Jisung handed the tray of healthy snacks to Minho, which he gladly accepted. "You like the song so much, don't you?" He picked one of the snacks on the tray, putting it inside his mouth. "I happen to like it either."

Minho asked, "Do you know the meaning of the song?"

"Yes, I do." Jisung ate another snack. The snacks turned out to be delicious, much to his surprise. "The lyrics are scary, thinking it's supposed to be a lullaby for babies. But the intention is for mothers to pour their worries away to ease their burden, so they can relax for a bit. The song itself turns to be a healing song for mothers."

Minho nodded. "Yes. A mother just wants the best for her child, therefore she would do anything to protect her child. All the sacrifices are worth it at the end of the day, at least that's what people said."

Looking determined, Jisung assured him, "Of course it's all worth it." He. played with the loose bedsheets. "Mother told me that."

Minho noticed the younger's change of attitude. Without wasting another time, he hugged Jisung so tightly to his chest, protecting him at all cost. Jisung could hear the sound of Minho's heartbeat. It soothed him like music.

Jisung didn't know for sure, but there's something about Minho that reminds him of someone, a certain individual. Maybe that's the reason he liked him so much. No, it wasn't a mere liking, it was love. He was certain.

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